#that cinnamon hair was dope
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How the Wolf,
Snuffed Christmas
A Holiday RemixLevi Special!
Based off a Prompt! An @aller-geez Request!
⚠️Content Warning⚠️
Contagion M, Snz Fic, Sniffles, Cold Fic,
Sick Fic, Fluff
Description: This Fic is Loosely based off a prompt by Mimikusu.
Remi and Levi are long distance lovers who met online when they were teens. Now they’re adults and they can finally meet up! So the leopard flies the wolf out for Christmas to enjoy the festivities together as they both had come from broken families. Remi however, has come down with something gnarly, will it ruin the holiday magic? Can he hide it?
Levi practically bounced where he stood in the airport lobby waiting patiently for the sight of his long distance on and off boyfriend. For years the two were crazy about each other but due to distance they would often go back and forth between dating and just friends. They were obsessed with one another though and never went a day without talking. This time, Levi had saved up enough money to fly the man out, and he was more than excited to finally meet the other he’d been talking to since he was 13.
He stood there, waiting, and waiting before he saw him. The tall raven haired man came walking with the swagger of a mafia boss, glaring at each passing citizen that bumped him. It wasn’t long before their eyes connected, and they each broke out in a huge smile. Levi took off into a full sprint toward the large man, and immediately flung his body onto him like a spider monkey. Clinging to Remi’s body the two embraced each other tightly and without reserves, or hesitation Remi brought their mouths in for a heated, passionate kiss. When they pulled away, Remi pressed his forehead to the other’s and smiled deeply. “Heya, Kitten,” both of them out of breath and just happy to see each other.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” Levi squeaked as he twirled to the other’s side and reached for Remi’s one suitcase.
“Hey! Don’t you dare! Gimme that,” the man swooped the leopard’s hand into his own threading their fingers gently together before his other gripped hold of his own suitcase. “ANYWAY, where we headed?” Asking Levi with a charming side smirk that caused the smaller’s heart to race the moment he saw it.
“I figured we could go down to the Mall actually! There’s a Christmas Market happening this whole week there and I thought it was would be super fun to go to!” Remington’s heart dropped and he immediately wanted to get on a flight back home. He hated Christmas anything, his mother had ruined it for him. Every year she’d go on a tangent about how his dad left them with nothing and that’s why Christmas always sucked and there’s no gifts. Then she’d get doped up on horse and pass out. Happy Holidays.
Yet, when he looked down at the other’s excited face twisted in joy he couldn’t dare shatter that. So he nodded. “Okay but can we possibly go tomorrow? I really need to shower and get settled before I go walking around,” he chuckled loosely, scratching the back of his neck nervously, hoping he wasn’t disappointing the other in this moment.
“Good idea, we can go early and enjoy the whole day! They have a pumpkin pancake breakfast that is to die for but it’s only in the morning at the Cinnamon roll shop! So we can do that !” The cat was practically radiating with excitement and Christmas joy. Remi, not so much, but every second he was around the beaming cat, it didn’t NOT lift his spirits a bit.
The two of them sauntered quickly through the airport and out the doors toward the parking garage so they could start their Holiday Magic.
Two Hours Later
Remi and Levi were laid up on the couch watching Home Alone, hanging out in their jams. The wolf had his arm slung around the smaller’s shoulders, the cat snuggled comfortably within the crook of his boyfriend’s arm pit. “This is so fucking nice….” The white haired male sighed sweetly, squeezing the larger’s hand that was clasping his own.
“I have wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” Remi replied with a light chuckle, but something felt so unsettling about this perfect little pocket of happiness. His head felt hot and there was something off…? Scratchy? Unpleasant? He couldn’t place the feeling that was building within the base of his throat, but it wasn’t good. He knew that. He’s felt this before. Casually, trying to avoid drawing attention to himself, the man coughs into the crook of his free arm. “Sorry, heh, smokers lungs,” the blue eyed male looked up at the larger and noticed a hue of red splashed across the older’s face and raised a brow curiously.
“You sure? You look a little flushed there baby,” he reached up to try and attempt a temperature check, but the wolf slyly gripped his wrist and pressed a passionate, irresponsibly placed kiss upon the smaller’s lips and immediately melted within it. The black haired male rolled his tongue across the surface of Levi’s lower lip, before pulling back an inch, with a trail of saliva still connecting them.
“Just struggling to keep my hands off you…” he distracted the other smoothly in his flawless succession of avoiding being sent to quarantine. He was probably fine, just long day and jet lag.
“Oh yeah? I can’t be too mad about that,” the leopard smirked, wiggling his eyebrows before slowly sliding into the larger’s lap.
Another Hour Later
After rolling around the apartment against each other’s bodies for the first time ever since they started dating, both men found themselves naked, and sprawled across Levi’s Queen size bed. Sure they’d had FaceTime fun and sexted often, but this was a new level of intimacy that really escalated the way Levi felt about the large man, and vice versa. Speaking of, the leopard was completely passed out as the clock turned to 2am, but Remi lay awake, staring at the ceiling with an aching suspicion. If he went to bed now, it was certain he would awaken with a headache, leaking nose and burning fever. He just knew it, and it would be a miracle if the small male didn’t wake up feeling the same exact way. He knew all too well it was irresponsible, what he did. Defiling his lover like so while knowing damn well he was coming down with a horrible hankering cold, but fuck he needed him. It had been years, and nothing compared to being with him physically at last. He was hoping he could ask for forgiveness later.
It was fine, it was probably not that big of a deal in reality. It was probably just a light sniffle and throat tickle, and he could still go about his day. No biggie. He could keep it a secret, and it wouldn’t ruin the festivities he was reluctant to be apart of. He took a deep breath in. For him. He’d do it all for him. His head turning slightly to gaze upon the leopard’s peaceful sleeping face. Yeah, he could do it for him. No problem.
The Next Morning
Remi awakened, to an empty bed. He almost panicked, was it all a dream? He didn’t actually save for months and wasn’t in the loving arms of the boyfriend he had been dying to meet for years? His heart racing he quickly sat up, and regretted it. Why? Two reasons. He wasn’t hallucinating, or dreaming, he really was in Levi’s home, visiting but also….his head swam with disfunction, his vision going in and out of clarity as the pounding centered his now awakened cranium. He sniffled, his nose noticeably agitated. It was worse than he had feared. He was sick, sick.
The sound of energetic Christmas music echoed down the hall, and he already could assume where it was coming from. Sighing with deep dissatisfaction with the state of his current depleting health, the wolf tried to sit up, but it only made the throbbing in his head more profound. He winced, his half lidded eyes squinting in agony. “God fucking damn it…” he hissed through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. How was he supposed to go out Christmas shopping under these conditions? He can’t. That’s how. He slumped back into bed, and closed his eyes….what if he just like, slept it off a little longer? That could work right? As he felt himself slowly drifting away from his consciousness…Levi came barreling through the door, the sound of Christmas music much louder now as it echoed from the leopard’s Bluetooth speaker attached to his belt.
“Rise and shine sleepy head! It’s time to get our holiday spirit on!” Giggling happily the white haired male pounced onto the bed and thusly, atop the wolf. “Let’s go let’s go!” He shook the larger loosely, who truthfully, wanted to die.
“Hnnnn….” He groaned in protest as he continued to lay put, the cat giggled, only finding this display to be rather humorous before sliding to a stand and yanking the covers clear off the other.
“No, hnnnnn….up! Let’s go! Pumpkin pancakes! Buying Christmas sweaters, decorating the tree….lets go !” The raven haired man growled from deep within his chest as the cold air left goosebumps across his skin. The sudden feeling of being cold, wasn’t just its usual chill, but like he might freeze to death. He shivered. Finally, leering his eyes open and sighing with exaggeration.
“You’re lucky you’re cute….” He said, peeling himself from his stomach to his back as Levi happily grinned ear to ear.
“I am, aren’t I?” He giggled kissing the man atop the tip of his nose. “Get dressed, I’ve got coffee ready, just gotta get this show on the actual road!” Clapping his hands, the man was already dressed in a soft pair of cashmere lounge pants, along a baby blue sweater over a grey tank and some grey moccasins. Something casual, warm, and eventually, he’d swap the top out for something more festive. He was all “Gumdrops and Figgy Pudding” while Remi wanted to stick his head into a fryer and call it a day. Alas, he did sit up, despite his body screaming at him to stay horizontal.
“I’ll give you some privacy! Meet me in the kitchen~” Levi winked at his lover before bounding off, taking all his energy and Christmas joy with him. Leaving Remi as an empty husk, his throat tickling and constricting the longer he was awake.
“Please….Not now…” he begged as he tried to scratch the itch that persisted by rubbing the blanket across his nose violently allowing the clicking crackle of his cartilage to fill his ear drums. It was almost sweet relief, until he pulled away. It attacked him like a criminal on the street, just out of complete left field. He sneezed. “iit’shHIEW!! H’iish’ue!” Twice into the open air in front of him, taking him not only by surprise but by force. Even if he had wanted to stop it from coming out, he couldn’t have. He snuffled with a moistened schluck of snot down the back of his sinuses, trying to get a grip on himself. He shook his head, mouth a gap as he couldn’t breath through his newly stuffed nose.
“I’b fugged….” He snorted, coming to a stand and sliding his bare arm across his glistening and dampened nostrils, god they were so full. “You god did Rebi….jus be cool….” He took a deep breath in through his mouth, but something about the cold air surrounding him made his throat close up and with another surprising blow, he sneezed again. “Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hnnnn….” A fine mist of saliva escaped him, he tried to keep it back but it washed around him like a spritz of Febreze. He complained afterwards, digging through his bag, wiping his nose every 20 seconds to keep the mess within him contained. How much longer must he endure this session of agony? Digging out a black shirt, his orange hoodie and some black jeans, he begrudgingly and unwillingly, got dressed. What a nightmare. It took him far too long to get dressed and it was concerning to the cat waiting on him in the other half of the house.
“Rem? You okay?” He called out to the room, asking with a slight edge of nervousness. Did he hit his head and pass out? Or simply fall back asleep?
“Yeah, I’m comin!” There were signs of life, not just the slightly muffled sounds of surprise coming from within. Yes, Levi had distantly heard Remi sneezing but he didn’t think much of it, probably just adjusting to the smell of the man’s plug in scent. Either way his mind was less on Remi himself and more of what he planned to do with him! It was going to be a magical day full of holiday joy and spirit.
However once the two of them were in the car, driving in their way to the festivities, Levi noticed an undeniable shift in the larger’s demeanor and overall attitude. He was silent. Almost as if he was pouting in the passenger seat. “What’s wrong?” The cat asked reaching over to touch the man’s knee while he drove the vehicle with his other hand.
“I just….Christmas brings up a lot of stuff for me…no biggie, don’t let me ruin the vibes though,” he tried to reassure the cat by brushing off the inner trauma that was boiling inside him along side his sickness. Normally, he could push away the sad boy feelings but with the feeling of his illness getting worse, his gut churning with displeasure, it was harder for him to ignore all the bad feelings he was consumed by. Essentially, turning him into a stick in the mud. Yet, it didn’t seem to phase Levi even in the slightest, he could only smile tenderly and grab Remi’s hand, squeezing it with reassurance.
“It’s okay, holidays are hard for me too….but we have each other this year, and we will make new memories!” There it was, that sparkle of positivity and light that Remi was always so drawn to when it came to the leopard. He could almost swoon and melt but if he let his guard down for even a split second, he would be caught up, and the festivities would be ruined. Today Remi had a choice…..ruin the magic with his strengthening illness or suck it up and make this holiday the most magical season of Levi’s whole life. Should he choose wisely, it could benefit them both. He looked over and smiled, genuinely over at the freckled man.
“Yeah, you’re right….” The moment between them lingering before they pulled up to the parking lot. The whole place was decked out in heavy Christmas decor, wreaths, lights and tinsel all strewn about the lights and buildings. “Wow it’s like Santa came down and threw up all over the place,” he chuckled, earning a decently enthused giggle from his mate.
“Isn’t it so pretty though?” Parking the vehicle in one of the hard to find, by this point in time, spots amongst the lot. “Oh man I hope we didn’t miss the pancakes!” Almost now completely in a rush as the cat pulled the key out the ignition and basically hopped from the vehicle. “Come on Remi!” He urged the other while Remi took a moment of silence to himself, he brought his index up and tickled his nose, just enough, just right…a little to the left… “hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih!”finally…he had to indulge if only a little, or else who the fuck knows when he’d blow. Quickly trying to rid his face of the evidence he cleaned himself up, sniffled loudly and proceeded to force his way out of the car. “Let’s fucking do this….” He motivated himself before his feet hit the gravel of the parking lot. Once the ball was rolling the two of them, hand in hand, made their way inside, if not at a slightly rushed pace. Levi really wanted those pancakes.
“Have you had their breakfast before?” Remi asked curiously as he was more or less dragged toward the large shopping building.
“My mom, my sisters and I would come here for Christmas before things got really bad….” He smiled softly, remembering the the times with them fondly but happier to make new memories that weren’t tainted by the reality of what happened next. “I haven’t had these pancakes since the year Erin died,” his voice much more solemn as he remembered the void her death had left in their family. Remi sniffled against the cold air, one part from the oozing illness that leaked from his orifaces but in part because, he knew the story of Erin. How she overdosed and it shattered the entire family apart. Connie ran off with some dope dealer, his mom took her own life 2 years later and Levi was left to celebrate the holidays, alone.
Things weren’t always perfect before but they were decent enough…the hard days he would escape and Remi was always right there waiting for him on the other end of the screen. He relied on him. He felt whole again, when he was standing with him now, hand in hand. Determined to reinstate the things he loved about the holidays! The larger squeezed Levi’s fragile palm in his own calloused and roughened one, looking over and down at those cerulean beauty’s, he smiled, hiding the slick sound of “sNdf…” with a followed cough. As if that was going to make a difference, but regardless he grinned “well I can’t wait to try these magical pancakes then,” in return he received a brightened Levi, who’s eyes shut to relish in the feeling of the other’s positive validation.
They got up to the restaurant and Levi looked around before getting the attention of a nearby waitress. “Hi, Miss? Did we make it in time for the Christmas breakfast?” The woman stopped and looked around first, and at her watch second.
“Oooo 10:02 you just missed it, I’m so sorry,” instantly Remi felt bad. If he hadn’t been so resistant to get up, they’d have made it. If he had just simply gotten out of the damn bed, and didn’t fall back asleep….the wolf narrowed his harsh emerald eyes and then cleared his throat.
“You sure you can’t make an exception? It’s not that difficult to make like four more pancakes right?” He scoffed, almost with an aura of swagger to him, Levi bit his lower lip, his gaze turning back and forth between the two. The lady crossed her arms against her chest and raised a thin eyebrow.
“Sir, if I serve you up past the cut off time, others will also want to, and that opens us up to serious criticism that we could face backlash for next year….maybe next time, get out of bed earlier,” Remi almost stepped back from the heat this lady was putting off. Did she just? Did she just SASS him?
“Alright lady, you can try without the cunty ass attitude next time,” he spat back at her before very abruptly, and aggressively shoveling the rack of brochures over, papers scattering across the restaurant floor. “Let’s go babe, I’m sure I can probably make you something better than these jackasses,” mumbling crossly under his breath before pulling the cat from the scene altogether. Levi blinked a few times, before getting the chance to process he found himself outside the restaurant now and the distant sound of Christmas music echoing inside the mall.
“Remi, that was kind of mean…it’s not her fault we missed the time,” Levi looked up at the wolf now who was practically cartoonishly steaming from his ears. However, the combination between Levi’s words and look on his face immediately caused the large man to break.
“Fuck….you’re right….sndf…” He snuffled gently, looking away, he felt embarrassed, he couldn’t keep his cool for ten seconds and just called that lady out of name for some fucking pancakes. He sighed. “I’m really sorry about that….look let’s go look for those sweaters and I promise, either I can make you some pancakes later, or we can try again tomorrow for pancakes…I fucked up, that was on me….I felt bad cause I didn’t get up in time….I took it out on her,” he shook his head, looking down at his feet, he scratched the back of his neck. What was he going to do? The rage only built up so fast because truthfully, the small walk from car to building wore him out. He was getting impatient with this cold brewing inside him, taking control of who he is.
Yet with determination to keep it at bay, he swallowed it to have a better experience with his boyfriend. “I forgive you, Rem, it’s okay, we all have our moments….we can try again tomorrow, I know you’ll really like them…and we can bring the waitress an apology gift as well,” the wolf did not like this idea, he wanted to sink into a puddle and throw a fit. However, he restrained himself well, he even put on a tender enough smile, and said
“Good idea, Kitten,” pulling the smaller male into his chest with a swift motion, and kissing him on top of his white hairs. Levi giggled holding closely to Remi for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. Lucky for the wolf, as the wild strands of hair had just started to rejuvenate that once faded feeling of needing to sneeze.
“Christmas sweaters????” His face beamed again, there it was. He managed to bring that gleam back to his favorite person’s face, it couldn’t get much better than that. A good enough distraction, well, motivation to eat whatever was brewing upward. Nodding with a low chuckle he agreed, taking each other hand in hand again before making their way swiftly toward the first store decorated in the appropriate festivities, Spencer’s. They didn’t have to look very far before they ran face first into the holiday attire up for sale in the front of the store. The cringiest, most foul sweaters painted their eyes and immediately it warranted a loud cackle from the white haired male.
“Oh my god I want this one,” a blue black and white themed Christmas sweater with, well, festively decorated dicks all over it, with the words “All I want for Christmas” sprawled crudely along the top of the holiday peeni. Remi almost choked on his laughter, shaking his head back and forth. He wanted to lose himself in this moment completely, but he could feel that feeling again, making itself more and more known through each passing second. His head burning, knees weakening and mouth salivating. He was going to crack. He needed to press on but his body was rejecting him. Doing what he could to swallow it, he scanned over the options of sweaters before landing on one he actually liked.
“Okay but this one? I like them real big and sprucey? Too good…” his hand draping over the red material of the sweater he was pointing out. They both shared another moment of giggles and chatter as they shuffled through the different options. “I don’t know, I still really like thick and sprucey…..” trying to be slick, he turned his head, and snuffled into his jacket, “SnDdf…” Levi noticed the action but didn’t think too much into it, as he figured, maybe the wolf was trying to place a scent. There were a few bad ones that wafted past them. The cat ignored it, looking back to the sweaters.
“Yeah I don’t blame you, I really like the dicks one….” Pausing in contemplation before he chirped again “Lets get em!” he nudged the wolf with his elbow, the raven haired man raising a brow before smirking at his boyfriend with approval.
“Bet,” he pulled out his wallet and handed the leopard his card. “On me, go get em… Imma look at their band tees real fast,” Levi nodded before scampering off, and truthfully, Remi did want to browse the shirts, but in reality, he just wanted a moment alone to….
Looking around once, twice, he brought the back of his hand up to his nose and began to violently scratch at it, pushing it into circles, the flesh of his hand getting wet with ick. “Fuuuuu….” He almost moaned it felt so good. As much as he wished this was a solution, it really only made matters infinitely worse because that small itch turned into a very pronounced sensation. Static started to fill his brain, and his eyes began to water….the incense burning throughout the store was also not in fact helping him fight it off. Levi was still in line….it wouldn’t hurt to just… “-h’dtTISHh! ,” he covered his mouth with two palms clasped around his face, allowing whatever mess he left, to scatter across his hands. He pulled them back but the light caught his slowly opening eyes and once again found himself lurching forward “HI’DTSCHIEW!” This was much louder and caught the attention of another nearby customer.
“Bless you!” She said kindly, nodding her head in his direction. Remi ignored it. He had to get himself back to normal, he had to find the strength inside his soul to swallow whatever was still wanting to burst out of him. He groaned, wiping his nose on the inside of his sweater, then his eyes against the hem of his sleeves. He looked over in the small mirror by the hats and found himself looking presentable enough under the dense lighting of the store. Having just gotten it together he turned around, spooked to see Levi standing there bag in hand.
“What if we put these on and took some photos with Santa??” The male wiggled back and forth with his hands gripping the handle of the store bag, twisting it with excitement. The other’s eye twitched. A photo? With Santa? He wanted to rip his own arms off and eat them over taking a picture with Santa but the second he made any sign of dismay at the idea, Levi’s face also fell a bit. Shaking his head and hands Remi panicked.
“No no it’s fine I just….I look terrible….” He muttered trying to be as truthful as he could. He did. So he thought.
“You’re handsome! Stop that!” He frowned and furrowed at the other. Remi took a deep breath in and plastered the best smile on his face that he could.
“Thanks Kitten, alright, let’s go get that photo,” he really would absolutely do anything for the cat, including swallow his own rage and pain to give the man a lifetime of a happy memory. He swore he wouldn’t allow himself to ruin it, and this was him holding himself to that. They left Spencer’s and crossed the mall in order to get in line at the photo station with Santa and the “North Pole”. While inching closer to the front every few minutes, Levi pulled out their sweaters and encouraged Remi to slide off his hoodie for an exchange. He did so, but at what cost, for the fabric slid and tickled his aching nose on it’s way off. Oh god. It was gonna happen again wasn’t it? No he had to hold it in….or should he get it out before? He panicked. Now he had a time crunch and a decision to make in it.
Was he supposed to sneeze right now and play it off like he’s just allergic to something in the air or wait til after the photo and risk blowing his top on Chris Kringle? What to do what to do….he pulled the sweater over top his head and Levi did the same. He was still locked in choice paralysis, unable to decide which of the two options would make more sense but it was too late by the time he figured he could confidently make that choice….he and Levi were up next. “Okay just pose with Santa and on the count of 3 say Merry Christmas!” The employee dressed in a cheap elf costume tried to speak with enthusiasm but just the same as Remi, they both did not wanna be here. He took a deep breath and walked toward the strange man in the Santa costume. It’s fine. It’s no big deal.
In fact, he felt like it was going away after all, maybe he would be able to have one good memory of this mall trip. He stood on the left side of the man’s throne and Levi stood on the right hand side, both men posing with a cheerful grin, but as the camera man began to count down. 3….
Remi scrunched his nose, trying to fight it, but it only got stronger. He did it again. 2….this time a larger circle and putting his all into it. Nothing worked and by the count of 1 as the flash hit his eyes, he was already mouth wide open. “Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!!!” Loudly and rudely the mist of sick and saliva sprinkled across the unsuspecting Santa‘s face, the camera capturing the horrendous moment forever in a single shot that would certainly be pulled out every year for a laugh. The look of absolute disgust written across Kringle’s face, Levi standing there innocently smiling, blissfully unaware of how this photo was going to turn out, and Remi, slacked jawed, one squinted eye, one buldging…sneezing across the man himself. Mr Clause. He would be apologetic, but he just felt shameful. “I’m….so fucking sorry….” He admitted to the stranger who only blinked twice and immediately worked to wipe off the dust spackle of germs that had assaulted his face.
“Merry Christmas,” the man said with a stone cold tone, and immediately Remi took his leave, didn’t stop to get the photo or even take a glance at what horrors awaited him. No. He just found himself a nice spot behind a big fake tree to hide his beating red face. He just sneezed onto a complete stranger, in front of a camera….IN FRONT OF HIS BOYFRIEND. He’d never been more humiliated. He was stunned. Why did the universe hate him so much? His knees buckled under the weight of his stress and also at the burning fever that now raged inside his head. There wasn’t any coming back from this and when he was approached by Levi who held the envelope of evidence in hand, he shyed from the idea of even making eye contact.
“Remi, are you okay?” He asked gently, stepping closer to the man, noticing a complete difference in his demeanor now, almost like a kicked puppy.
“No….Im sick…and I probably just got that guy sick and in a few days, probably you too….” He confessed and with the most pitiful look written across his face, managed to gaze over at Levi. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you…”
“Hey….,” Levi stepped closer reaching out to caress Remi’s face “Hey…it’s alright, I get why you did,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, trying not to make a big deal out of the situation, just continuing to brush his hand across the larger’s flushed cheek.
“You do?” Pathetic green eyes looked up into sympathetic blue ones.
“You wanted me to have a good time here, and to create that memory, huh?” Levi’s gentle gaze, was like a tender hug, a caress in itself and immediately washed away Remi’s need to bury his head in the sand. He loosened.
“Yeah….” Responding with a softened tone now, still listening and waiting for the rest of what the man was going to say.
“Well, we did!” He giggled, Remi now looked puzzled and stood a bit straighter, the cat wrapped his arms loosely around the larger.
“I’ll always remember this Christmas as the one where you FULLY sneezed on Santa,” Lifting his hand up to cover his mouth while he laughed, Remi furrowed his brows and shook his head.
“Nooooo….i don’t want that….” He groaned loudly throwing himself back against the fake tree with dramatic embarrassment again.
“No but Remi this picture is so fricken funny….” He tried to shimmy it out of the envelope but Remi blocked his view of seeing it with an open hand.
“Stooooop I’ll vomit…dude it’s so fucking embarrassing… he was so mad…” groaning, he couldn’t help but feel panicked again. God that guy probably hated him, and if he didn’t now he for sure would later.
“Fuck him,” Levi laughed before wrapping his arms around the other again and setting his cheek against him. “I appreciate you…I had a good time, but let’s get you home to rest okay?” He looked up, chin resting on the other’s chest now.
“Alright, I can’t deny I’d give my two front teeth to lay down in bed right now…” he groaned letting his head fall to rest on Levi’s. After a moment of allowing the wolf to use him as a crutch, they slowly peeled away from each other.
The two of them gathered their things and made their way out of the mall, trying to avoid any contact with people as they did so. While also attempting to keep the mood light, Levi played music on their way back, so Remi could rest his mind, which he did, enough to even fall asleep in the car. When they arrived back at the house it almost felt like he teleported. “Rem, we’re home,” the cat tapped his boyfriend’s shoulder gently to wake him. “Let’s get you in bed, hm?” He smiled over at the half alive man.
“Mmh…Kay…” he responded, Levi helped him unbuckle his seat belt as he had struggled by himself to do so. Then managed his way out of the door, stumbling into the house. “What ‘bout couch?” By this time, standing felt a whole lot worse than it had before they had gotten in the car. Now it felt like gravity was pulling him straight down into the depths of hell where he belonged.
“No, no, come on, you can make it to the bedroom, I believe in you,” he let out an airy laugh, scrambling under the man’s arm to help almost float him toward the room. “Shoot….I let you sleep for 15 minutes and your body shuts completely down! I swear!” He huffed, holding quite the weight against him as he shoveled the man into bed, plopping him on top of the mattress with a loud *THUMF* “There…now let me go get you some meds, and water and you can go to sleep after,”
“What about decorating the tree?” Remi’s voice raspy with sleep, but still concerned for his little cat’s holiday.
“We can do that in a few days when you’re feeling stronger okay? Don’t worry about it right now,” threading his fingers through the wolf’s slightly dampened hair.
“Okay….Levi?” Remi asked in a gentle tone, almost like a shy child.
“Yes, baby?” The white haired man responded with tender caution, turning as he paused in the doorway.
“I love you,” The wolf’s mouth pulled into a half smile and his eyes sparkled with genuine gratefulness and love. Truthfully he hadn’t ever felt so loved, so cared for in all his entire life.
“I love you too, handsome,” his response followed by a softened smile, he just wanted to curl up next to him, but knew without proper care the wolf would only get worse. So out the door he went to retrieve the proper meds and supplies.
Though they didn’t make the memories Levi was expecting to this Christmas season, he was more than happy with the ones they made. Was it messy? Yes. But so were the moments he had as a kid, but this was much more comforting. A sick partner laid up in his bed, as he tended and mended him back to health. A photo of the memory they would look back on and be able to laugh at. The leopard truly couldn’t have asked for anything better, and in return neither could the wolf. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so seen, supported and taken care of. This WAS special, even if it seemed a little mundane.
For the first time in both their adult lives, they had Christmas spirit again, and were actually incredibly grateful for it.
The End.
Author’s Notes: Oops dropping a fluffy snzy Christmas fic in Jan. I hate myself too guys :^) this was supposed to end with smut but if I wanted to get this out before next holiday, I gotta be honest, I had to take it out. I can’t write smut to save my LIFE right now. However I hope you enjoyed this fun little Christmas themed snack. I’ll do better next year 😭🤣 @aller-geez did the art and owns Remi!
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THE FINAL: Tadej Pogačar v. Jonas Vingegaard
All propaganda under the cut:
Tadej Pogačar Propaganda
Jonas Vingegaard Propaganda
He is CUTE, he is SMOL, he has a CUTE NOSE and FRECKLES and EYES AS BLUE AS THE ENDLESS SKY---
OK no but seriously, he's amazing. As absurd as it can sound since this is one of the best riders in the world, he's always the underdog in people's minds. Somehow, no one ever thinks "OK I think Jonas is going to win this stage today", and when he does, they're like "OK he won but he still wasn't out of this world, it's because the others were having a bad day", and when he has a stellar day they're like "HE'S DOPING FOR SURE". It's like nothing he ever does is good enough and YET he doesn't give a fuck and keeps performing despite the pressure.
Being consistently good when everyone expects you to win is talent, but being consistently good when everyone hopes you'll lose is something else too.
And he's an incredible human being to boot. He's kind, he's compassionate, he's sensitive, he doesn't have a mean bone in him, he's affectionate, thoughtful. Remember that time during TdF 2022 when he asked Grischa to tell him if he could slow down at the end of the TT to let Wout win the stage? Yeah. He's that kind of guy.
He's a crier. It's cute and it makes me want to hug him. He loves his family and he always has a good word for his rivals and he's humble and I relate so much to his introverted personality and he's a cinnamon roll and a cutie patootie. But when he puts on his sunglasses, he looks like A WAR MACHINE.
(but a cute one)
He got a lot of heat when he didn't wait for Sepp on the Angliru during this Vuelta, only the instructions of the team before that clusterfuck stage were to battle it out between them and he probably liked it even less than us because he wanted Sepp to win the Vuelta from the beginning.
And need I say anything about the absolute sportsmanship of this man? When he lost his balance in the Col of Spandelles, TdF 2022, Tadej didn't miss the opportunity and powered away from him, but when Tadej was the one who crashed two minutes later, he waited for him. HE WAITED FOR HIM.
And he made the sport all the better for it and gave us one of the finest images in cycling history.
if you like MvDP, consider that though in these days when van der Poel is showing up with a mullet, Jonas did long hair earlier and better.
though there has been a change of style
If you like WvA, consider that some of the BEST hug pictures only exist due to Jonas being the kind of teammate whom others want to hug AND eminently sized for hugs/lifts
(we've all seen this but we can look at it again)
He's got sportsmanship. He's got incredible skills. He's even a dad! Maybe he's not always good at smiling for the cameras but he can sure smile for his family
Most importantly, he's a TdF winner with the time trial of the year and he cannot ride his goddamn bike without hands without his body language screaming oh god someone help me
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some modern gareth emerson headcanons
these are completely random and all over the place lmao, but hope y'all gareth enjoyers, uh, enjoy
- this dude listens to a wide range of music, but you're looking at bands like Wolfmother, The Hives, The Raconteurs, Beck, The White Stripes, The Smashing Pumpkins, Modest Mouse, Cake, Toadies, The Offspring, Foo Fighters, Deftones, Rage Against the Machine, System of a Down, Pearl Jam, and Rammstein
speaking of Foo Fighters, bro couldn't figure out if he wanted to be Dave Grohl or fuck Dave Grohl
but in all honesty, when it comes to music, it totally depends on the bass and drums, because as long as they both fuck he's listening to it
this dude makes his own buttons and pins, but he'll also spring for enamel pins if he thinks they're cool
he also totally dyed his hair black once or twice, the first time being a straight up black dye that he got done professionally, the second time being one he did with Eddie at 2 in the morning using Arctic Fox's Transylvania because the thought it of it fading to like four different colors sounded cool as shit to him
Gareth wears all the layers, doesn't matter if it's 1986 or 2016, he probably dresses the exact same
he's got the same pair of Bluetooth headphones that he's had since middle school, which are covered in pencil marks, sharpie doodles, and random stickers
his child hero was Jack Black
his hero is still Jack Black
specifically School of Rock Jack Black
dude always has a random Wikipedia article open, not even sure how he got to the one he's on rn (he somehow got from Marylin Monroe to Jamaican Patois one time)
smokes a LOT of weed
he'll smoke a joint, but he has a really pretty red and black bowl and a matching bong that he absolutely loves
the bowl's for when he's on the go, the bong stays at his house
he's also done shrooms a handful of times, but he never really fucked with it too much
will totally be a trip sitter though
he's also a wake and baker, loves to sit outside and drink coffee between bong rips
he's always the one to refill the Brita for the morning after whenever everyone else is too hungover
yeah, he's never one to get drunk drunk, but he'll totally get too high and go to bed early, which means he wakes up in time to help everyone else deal with their hangovers (everyone being Eddie, Jeff, and maybe Kevin, but Kevin usually doesn't stay the night)
he's absolutely a little shit about it too
"Sleep well, sweetheart? Need any coffee, tea, hot cocoa?" in the most condescending of tones and a sickly sweet smile on his face
definitely has a lot of ear piercings, first and second holes, an industrial on his right, and both daiths
usually only wears black jewelry, but he has a good bit of sterling silver and some red too
he doesn't have any on his face bc he's not sure what he wants on his face quite yet or what he thinks would look good
totally has a stick n poke coffin on his arm and wants to do a patchwork sleeve when he has the money
he's a lil bit of a hippie, big fan of incense and has a crystal collection because he thinks they look dope as fuck
also definitely mixes cut herbs with his weed because he likes the mixture of smells when it burns, not bc of the metaphysical properties or anything like that
bro also loves the smell of weed, but in a tasteful way? like, it's not the main scent when you walk into his room, because it's mixed with other shit, but he loves the slight scent of it mixed with vanilla or frankincense or cinnamon
that's another thing, Gareth never smells bad. like, he has a very distinct scent, but it's really good
also, he's totally the kind of guy to just sit in bed and listen to music at 3 in the morning
just straight up sitting cross legged in his bed, headphones on, blasting Aerials sitting in the fucking dark
likes Weezer (only Pinkerton and the Blue Album tho)
his parents were super into classic rock, so his queer awakening was either Robert Plant or Jim Morrison (other contenders: Billy Joe Armstrong, Serj Tankian, Dr. Frank-N-Furter from Rocky Horror)
definitely read a lot in elementary and middle school, but got out of it when he started focusing more on drumming
he has a collection of band biographies from the 90's and 2000's though, the ones with the black and white photos on shitty paper, some of them are cut out and have gone on his wall
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At risk of sounding greedy ... any chance of turning the "coffee at the Gaslight" scenes into a trilogy? I gotta know what leftovers are in Midge's fridge lol
He cannot remember the last time he had home-cooked food that he didn't make himself.
Generally, when he's not dope sick, he sticks with lean cuts of chicken and steam vegetables. Maybe some pasta sometimes. He's not much of a snacker, and generally, his work schedule means he eats out more often than he likely should. Deli sandwiches on the go. Chinese after gigs. That kind of thing.
If he thinks really hard, he's pretty sure his grandmother used to cook for him. And after that, there were homecooked meals on the farm, but beyond that, his mother hated cooking and his ex was awful at it.
But Midge, it turns out, really is the domestic goddess she purports to be, because the brisket, though it's been in the fridge for a day, is juicy and flavorful, and melts in your mouth, and the tzimmes is spiced just right; cinnamon and a little ginger. A hint of nutmeg, and tangy from a generous splash of orange juice.
And while he wasn't hungry before (dope sick, y'know), he finds himself ravenous as he scarfs the offerings down in her quiet kitchen.
Midge helps out a little, sitting next to him, eating bits of the brisket and a carrot from the tzimmes here and there.
And it's nice.
It's really, really nice to just sit here with her quietly like this.
But he's bad at silence so
"This is ridiculous," he tells her. "How did you learn to cook like this?"
She shrugs and grins. "Practice. I wanted to bag a husband, after all. I had to learn to feed one."
Lenny chuckles a little and shakes his head as he chews.
Midge gets to her feet and wanders over to the counter where fresh coffee is has just finished brewing and pours them each a cup.
"Thank you for this," he says quietly as she walks back over, setting the cups down.
"Well, you're looking a little like you've been on a hunger strike," she jokes gently. "And they don't serve food at the Gaslight, and even if they did, I'm pretty sure it'd be a health hazard."
"Likely." He glances at her, a little awkwardly. "So. After I've finished stuffing my face...what do we do then?"
Midge smiles a little and reaches out, stroking the hair at his temple. "Sleep."
"Or."
"Nope."
"No?"
"No," she shakes her head. "You look like you haven't slept in days. You need rest, and we need to take this slow."
Lenny nods, considering that. "I guess you're probably right..."
"We haven't spoken in almost three months," Midge points out as she sips her coffee. "And in all honesty, we don't know that much about each others' lives."
"What's there to know?"
"What's your daughter's name?" she asks him, point blank.
He shoves a large forkful of brisket in his mouth, chewing it slowly as he contemplates the pros and cons of getting into this. "Kitty," he says finally. "Well, it's a nickname, but her real name is a little...her mother picked it."
"Kitty's a cute name," Midge smiles.
Lenny nods. "Your kids?"
"Ethan and Esther," she tells him.
He wrinkles his nose. "Two E's?"
"Mhm. If we'd had a third, it would have either been Edith or Eli," Midge informs him.
HIs nose wrinkles harder, making her laugh.
"Hundreds of thousands of names out there, and you stick with E's?"
She shrugs. "That was part of the picture-perfect Upper West Side life. Kids whose names had alliteration, and...the perfect brisket on the dinner table for Shabbat every week, and the husband who comes home from work every evening and taking my measurements every day to make sure I stayed proportionate."
Lenny gazes at her for a long quiet moment. "Sounds awful."
"It was awful," Midge agrees. "And I didn't realize it until he left."
He nods. "My marriage was awful in wildly different ways than yours. My wife was a stripper who decided to keep stripping even after we had Kitty. Which came with wanting to see other people, or invite other people into our bed, and pushing me to see other people, and then there was the drugs...the push for a big show business career." He thinks about all of the things that just spilled from his lips as he considers the piece of sweet potato on his fork. "There's got to be a middle ground, right? Something that's not so rigid but not so chaotic."
She smiles and takes his fork, eating part of the sweet potato before handing it back to him and sipping her coffee. "God, I hope so."
Lenny eats the rest of it and then sits back, blowing out a breath. "I cannot believe I ate so much. I think I might pass out."
"Then you'll sleep good tonight," she tells him, getting up to put everything away.
He gets to his feet to help her, putting tin foil over the dishes and putting them away. He cleans the forks and the coffee cups, and Midge decides at that moment to tuck herself in against his side, cuddling up.
"What's this?" he asks with a chuckle.
"No one ever does the dishes for me," she tells him. "Unless Zelda's here, and we have to pay her."
"Remind me to get up early and iron my pants before she gets here," he grumbles.
Midge laughs softly and leans up to kiss his jaw. "Bed."
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Teddy Bear Hamster Breed – 12 Facts You Need To Know
Let’s have a look at 12 Teddy Bear Hamster Facts that you may need to know!
A teddy bear hamster, also known as a long-haired Syrian hamster or golden hamster, is a type of hamster. It is larger than most dwarf hamsters and has a fluffy coat similar to that of a teddy bear. Because hamsters are nocturnal creatures, the teddy bear hamster is most active at night. Nonetheless, they are undeniably good pets and are popular among pet owners due to their affectionate nature, inquisitive personalities, and low-maintenance needs.
Teddy Syrian Hamster Breed ProfileOriginSyria, TurkeyHabitatCage or aquariumScientific name Mesocricetus auratusSize 4.8 to 6.2 inches (12-16 cm)Weight: 100 to 150 gramsColor Lots of colors; black or red eyesLifespan 1.5 to 2 years in averagePersonality Easy to tame, fluffy fur, need careful grooming
1. Where Does Teddy Bear Hamsters Come From?
These long-haired Syrian hamsters are originally from Syria. These little guys are super cute with their ““teddy bear looks” and they make the best pets because they’re so friendly. But get this, they’re not just for keeping in your house – they live in the wild too, chilling in burrows underground.
Over in Syria, they call them “wild hamsters” and people love these fluffy critters because they’re just so cute. Out in the wild, they hang out in dry, hot areas and make these dope burrows underground to stay cool. It’s dope to learn about these cool creatures and their natural habitats, but we also gotta make sure to keep their homes safe so they can keep doing their thing and thriving.
2. Teddy Bear Hamsters Appearance & Colors
What Does a Teddy Bear Hamster Look Like?
Teddy bear hamsters have stocky legs and feet and a small, spherical body. Their fur is silky golden-brown. Because of their barrel-shaped bodies, these adorable hamsters appear stocky. They have short, stubby tails, long, thin ears, and small dark eyes that appear round and glassy. Their tails are almost completely concealed beneath their fur. Their nose is pink, and their legs are small and stumpy.
Hamsters Size
Are you thinking of obtaining a pet hamster but aren’t sure which breed to get? Take a look at this cuddly hamster! This hamster breed, often known as the golden hamster, is only 4 to 6 inches long on average. If you want a somewhat larger hamster, the teddy bear hamster can grow to be 6 inches long, which is double the size of its dwarf hamster cousins. These hamsters are not only adorable due to their teddy bear-like appearance, but their small size makes them ideal for folks with little room.
Colors and Patterns
Their fur may be solid or feature a variety of colors and patterns. Many different colors found in hamsters range from cinnamon and gray to black and gold and even cream, white, and chocolate. They typically have a white underbelly. However, they can also have markings and designs all over their bodies that are either light or dark. With so many coat colors to pick from, you might fall in love with a black or dark hamster, or you might prefer something brighter and more vibrant.
3. How Long Does Teddy Bear Hamster Live For and Their Breeding
Lifespan of a teddy bear
Syrian hamsters live much shorter lives in the wild than domesticated hamsters. The average lifespan of a wild teddy bear hamster is 1 to 2 years.
Pet teddy bear hamsters, on the other hand, can live for up to 3 years. The world record for the longest living hamster exists. The hamster in the Guiness World Records book lived to the age of 4.5 years!
Breeding Season
Their life span is short, so they are sexually mature at 6 weeks. But they shouldn’t be bred until they are about 6 months old.
When a female hamster goes into heat, she becomes receptive to males. If she didn’t go into heat, she wouldn’t let a male mate with her. Heat means that they are in the part of their Estrous cycle where they can get pregnant. This is similar to the ovulation part of a woman’s menstrual cycle.
Hamsters have short estrous cycles that only last 4 days. Since they like to be alone, it’s not a good idea to keep a male and female together for a long time. Once a hamster is pregnant, the pregnancy lasts about 16 days.
They usually have between 6 and 12 pups at once, but some may have as many as 20.
4. Teddy Bear Hamsters Behavior and Temperament
When it comes to their behavior, hamsters are nocturnal, being active at night and preferring to sleep during the day. So if you’re a late-night person, these guys are perfect for you.
As a pet, they’re pretty easy to take care of. All you’ll need is a hamster cage with some bedding and you’re all set.
They’re also pretty domesticated, so you won’t have to worry about them biting or scratching you too much. Plus, they’re super friendly and love to be held and cuddled.
They are inquisitive and active, so they will like roaming, digging, and exploring! However, if they become afraid or startled, they may bite. They may be little, but their bites can be painful! So, when you want to handle your hamster, try not to surprise him.
Speak to him first before reaching into his cage, especially if he is sleeping. Not your fingers, but your words will wake him up!
5. Are Teddy Bear Hamsters Good Pets?
If you’re familiar with these hamsters, they make great pets and are full of unique characteristics that make them a joy to be around. Hamsters make great pets. They’re super cute and cuddly, and they’re generally pretty easy to care for.
Of course, like any pet, a hamster might require some attention and effort on pet owners. But if you’re willing to provide fresh water and food, a clean cage, and plenty of toys and bedding, your pet hamster will be happy as can be. Just keep in mind that teddy bear hamsters may sometimes be a bit more rambunctious than other breeds, so you might need to give them a little space to run around and play.
6. Teddy Bear Hamster Health Problems
Common diseases for teddy bear hamsters
Wet Tail
Because of their long coats, they are very likely to get wet tail disease (proliferative ilaitis). The Lawsonia intracellularis bacterium gets into the intestines and causes symptoms like loss of appetite, lethargy, liquid or bloody diarrhea, dull coat and eyes, irritability, dehydration, and a red, raw, sore-infested bottom. If you don’t treat your pet for wet tail disease with antibiotics, fluids, and medicine for diarrhea, it can die in 48 hours.
Diabetes
They can lose insulin and how they use sugar like people. The glucose can then get into the bloodstream, causing “high blood sugar” that puts stress on the kidneys and other organs. Diabetes in hamsters can cause excessive thirst, trembling, an unsteady gate, a fast heartbeat, lethargy, breathing problems, changes in behavior like extreme irritability or unusual aggression, lack of coordination, and even coma. Feed your pet high-quality hamster food, grains, hay, and a little bit of fruit or vegetable every day to prevent diabetes and other diseases. Limit “treats” to 10% of the diet and give them plenty of clean water.
Cancer
Malignant or benign tumors are more likely in older pets, especially females. Thyroid, adrenal, and reproductive cancers are common. Hair loss, lumps, and odd behavior are signs. Internal or glandular tumors may be inoperable, but external tumors are easy for your veterinarian to remove. In extreme cases, your vet may recommend euthanasia.
Salmonellosis
If a teddy bear hamster eats food contaminated with salmonella, it could get “salmonellosis,” a disease of the intestines that can cause rapid weight loss, vomiting, diarrhea, and even death. To avoid salmonellosis, wash your hands after touching your pet. Antibiotics are a part of early treatment. When a disease gets worse, euthanasia may be needed.
Urinary Stones
If your hamster’s urine is excessive or dark, or the bedding is stained or bloody, call the vet. These may indicate a urinary tract disorder or urinary stones, which block urea from reaching the kidneys. Bladder stones can also cause difficulty urinating, lethargy, hunger, and thirst. If your pet has bladder stones, he may need surgery and antibiotics afterward.
7. How To Take Care Of A Teddy Bear Hamster?
Taking care of a new animal is a lot of work, especially in its first few days. Once they are used to you, you may not have to work as hard to take care of them.
It’s best to let the hamster get used to its new home and owners before you try to handle it. This could take some time. After this, you can start to handle them for a few minutes every day to get them used to it. Make sure you do this carefully and gently so that you don’t hurt them.
Don’t ever come up to them in a way that might scare or startle them. You have to correct this behavior and tame them in order to teach them not to bite you. You can do this by making them think it’s for their own good, which you can do by giving them treats every time you handle a hamster.
Once they are used to being handled, you can let them out of the cage for a while while you watch them so they can get some exercise and explore. However, not everyone needs to do this.
You can only let your teddy hamster out of their cage if you feel comfortable doing so. If you don’t feel comfortable, they can get enough exercise in their cage if you put some obstacles or toys in there to keep them physically and mentally active.
Hamsters are mostly self-sufficient and don’t need us all that much in the long run. They only depend on us for things like food, water, and keeping their homes clean. Make sure you clean their cage often and give them food and water that are fresh.
To keep them healthy and fed, take away the leftover food and give them fresh fruits and vegetables every day.
8. Teddy Bear Hamsters Feeding Guide
What can hamster eat?
Hamsters like to eat seeds, grains, nuts, broken corn, fruits, and vegetables. Wild hamsters eat bugs, frogs, lizards, and other small animals. The Canadian Federation of Humane Societies says that at least 16% of their food should be protein and 5% should be fat.
Confused about what to feed your hamster?
Try a mix of fresh produce, nuts, grains, and seeds. Pellets and other prepackaged foods are readily available and make for a healthy diet for your hamster. If you give your hamster this kind of food, you should also give it some fresh fruits and vegetables.
Don’t give them a lot of fruit because of the high concentration of sugar in most varieties. Sugar, syrups, honey, and other sweeteners can easily go overboard in treats and other snacks, so they too should be given in moderation.
Always have clean water available for your teddy hamster. Hamsters don’t need much water—just 10–20 ml—but they should be given some every day.
FAQs:
Can hamster eat strawberries?
Can hamster eat mangoes?
Can hamster eat oranges?
Can hamster eat carrots?
Can hamster eat grapes?
Can hamster eat raspberries?
Can hamster eat blueberries?
Can hamster eat pineapples?
Can hamster eat oats?
Can hamster eat cheese?
Can hamster eat bread?
Can hamster eat rice?
Can hamster eat eggs?
Can hamster eat cantaloupe?
Can hamster eat cucumber?
What can hamster not eat?
Almonds and peanuts, for example, are not the best foods for a hamster to consume for a variety of reasons. These foods have an excessive amount of calories for a hamster to consume and still remain healthy. Also some food below:
Alcohol
Caffeine (chocolate, tea, coffee, etc.)
Sugary foods
Nightshade vegetables (potatoes, tomatoes)
Onions
Garlic
Processed foods
Citrus (oranges, lemons, limes, grapefruit, etc.)
Seasonings
Related Posts: Top 10 Best Food For Hamsters
9. How To Breed A Teddy Bear Hamster?
Are you ready to embark on the exciting journey of breeding your very own Teddy Bear Hamster? First and foremost, it’s essential to educate yourself on proper hamster care. There are various breeds of hamster, but the Teddy Bear is a popular choice due to its adorable appearance and friendly disposition.
When it comes to caring for a Teddy, ensuring they have a spacious cage, a balanced diet, and regular exercise is crucial. It’s recommended to select a healthy and compatible pair of hamsters and allow them to mate naturally. Keep an eye on their behavior and monitor any signs of stress or health issues.
The process of breeding is not without its challenges, but with patience and perseverance, you can raise a happy and healthy litter of adorable ones. Don’t be afraid to seek guidance from experienced breeders and always prioritize the well-being of your furry little friends. Happy breeding!
10. What Is The Best Cage For Teddy Bear Hamsters? – Find Hamster Houses
Wire cages are less secure than plastic cages and glass tanks, as a general rule; however, if the top of the enclosure is open, your pet could still potentially escape. Make sure that the top of any cage you use has a lid that is securely fastened and that your hamster cannot push up or slide underneath.
Related Posts: Top 9 Best Cage for Hamsters
11. Best Toys For Hamster Breeds
When it comes to choosing toys for your hamster, there are a few options that are particularly popular. Two common toys for them are wooden chew sticks and tunnels. Wooden chew sticks are a great way for your hamster to keep their teeth healthy, while tunnels provide a fun way for them to burrow and explore. Another popular toy for any hamsters is the classic hamster wheel, which offers an excellent source of exercise. Hamster exercise balls are also a great way for your furry friend to stretch their legs while exploring their surroundings.
Wooden Chew Sticks
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Tunnels
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Hamster Wheel:
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Hamster Exercise Ball:
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12. Teddy Bear Hamsters For Sale
Do you think about buying a hamster from a pet shop? Syrian hamsters are relatively cheap, which is yet another reason to consider getting one. Taking care of these critters won’t break the bank like larger pets would. Buying all the necessary equipment and food for a golden hamster can be the most costly part of getting one. Costs for a hamster and its accessories change from store to store. After this initial investment, however, caring for them won’t cost you much at all.
How Much Does A Teddy Bear Hamster Cost?
Quality hamsters from a breeder will cost more than those from a pet store, but they will be worth the investment. Buying a new hamster and all of the accessories it requires is an expensive endeavor.Teddy Bear hamster: $15 – $35 (USD)Cage: $15 – $300 (USD)Accessories (wheel, bedding, nesting box): $25 – $65 (USD)Food: $5 – $15 (USD)
13. Teddy Bear Hamster FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)
Teddy Bear Hamster vs. the Fancy Hamster
Fancy Hamsters and Teddy Bear Hamsters are the same kind of animal. There are differences in how they look. For example, the fur on a Fancy Bear Hamsters will have patterns like bands or spots. Hamsters with short coats look better. They also cost more when you buy them from pet stores. Those are the only things that make them different.
Why do teddy bear hamsters die?
There are many things that can cause a teddy bear hamster to die too soon. Poor care, like not getting enough exercise or eating badly, is a common cause. Hamsters need to be able to exercise every day and eat a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables to stay healthy. Because of their genes, some hamsters may be more likely to get certain diseases. It may also die too soon because of an infection, an injury, or something in its environment, like high temperatures or toxins.
Related Posts: Signs of a dying hamster
Do teddy bear hamsters hibernate?
Teddy bear hamsters don’t hibernate. Even though hamsters are often thought to sleep during the winter, teddy bear hamsters don’t do this. One of the interesting facts is that hamsters are solitary and prefer to live alone. They are one of the most common types of hamsters kept as pets because they look cute, are friendly, and don’t need much care. So, you don’t have to worry about hibernation if you have a teddy bear hamster as pets.
Why is my teddy bear hamster shaking?
Oh, don’t worry too much about your little hamster shaking! It’s completely natural and actually a sign that your little critter is happy and content. Teddy bear hamsters love to shake and twitch, especially when they’re playful or excited. So, the next time you see your hamster shaking, just sit back and enjoy the adorable little show. It’s just one of the many cute and quirky traits that make them such great pets!
Why is my teddy bear hamster squeaking?
There are a few potential causes for your teddy bear hamster’s squeaking. It’s important to keep an eye on its actions because one possible explanation is that it’s in pain or discomfort. Alternatively, it may be trying to have some sort of conversation, either with you or with other hamsters. Your hamster may just be acting normally; some species are more talkative than others. Overall, it’s best to keep a close eye on your hamster and get professional help if you notice anything out of the ordinary.
Do teddy bear hamsters stink?
These hamsters are undeniably cute and cuddly, making them popular choices as children’s pets. However, many people wonder if they stink. The answer is that it depends on how often their hamster houses or cages are cleaned. If a hamster cage is not cleaned regularly, it will start to emit an unpleasant odor. But as long as their housing is cleaned frequently, they should not have a noticeable smell. So, the key is to ensure that hamster cages come with regular cleaning!
Do teddy bear hamsters bite?
We usually consider teddy bear hamster as a pet. As with any hamster species, it’s important to handle them with care and sensitivity as they have sharp teeth and can bite if they feel threatened or agitated. When introducing a new hamster into your home, it’s important to create a comfortable and stress-free environment for them. The hamster will need to feel safe and secure in order to trust you and avoid biting. With patience and proper handling, it’s possible to build a loving relationship with your furry friend.
Do teddy bear hamsters like sand baths?
Taking care of a teddy bear hamster is a fun and rewarding experience, especially when you witness the little hamster pup grow up healthy and happy. Providing them with a comfortable wire cage and appropriate food is not enough. Did you know that teddy bear hamsters like sand baths? Yes, it’s true! Treating your furry friend to a pet store sand bath can help regulate their oil glands and keep their coat clean, shiny and soft. So let’s make sure to include sand baths in the care routine of our beloved pets, and watch them thrive!
Can teddy bear hamsters live together?
It is not recommended to house more than one in a cage together due to the solitary nature of this species. Injuries and illnesses can result from two hamsters sharing a cage due to territorial disputes and bullying. Because of the need for privacy, it is recommended that they be kept apart.
As a result, it’s best to keep them apart as much as possible so that they each have their own space.
Conclusion
It’s difficult to resist the adorableness of a Syrian (Teddy Bear) hamster. Do your research before succumbing to a weak moment and purchasing one. The responsibility, though small, is not. Your family might benefit greatly from this pet, which can also bring a lot of joy for many years.
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1/2 And we are at 5x03 and he is excited to see Britin move in together….yeah… ‘i don’t understand in what world Brian would suck at filling up a club? Maybe the first day, sure BUT DAYS? Plural? Come on, they are making my baby boy look bad’ The groan that he let out when Mel and Linds came on screen is actually hilarious ngl. He was just dead silent and every time either of them would speak, he would just groan loudly. ‘Hold the fuck up, she’s now venting to Brian? What is he? The local therapist? Wow her hair is horrible. Nevermind, I guess he’s the local charity organization.’ And we are now at Justin/Ben/Mikey painting the house scene ‘Justin needs to paint a painting for Brian’s office. Why hasn’t he yet? (Ben mentions Britin getting a house) I highly doubt that will ever happen. I like the loft. Why is Justin so doubtful about it? See! Even Blondie knows the loft is better (ben says he needs to carry mikey in and justin says he wouldnt know what married people do) me and Justin are both gonna puke right now.’ ‘Why is Mike such a bitch? Also where the fuck is Hunter? Did he forget he has another kid? I will give my kidney up to get Brian and Justin back and not see this anymore’ Brian pops up on screen literally a second later ‘I’LL TAKE IT! They want to tear down the club for a gallery? WAIT *pauses ep* imagine a world where Brian is struggling with starting up his club like this and that someone who wants to tear it down for a gallery is Justin. Oh the hatred they’d have for each other, theyd fuck it out and be angry that theyre fucking, I should write scripts for movies. OH he said galleria not gallery. Never mind then but my idea still sounds dope. Brian looks so fucking pretty.’ The scene where Em is introduced as the Queer Guy is up *looks at his cast* ‘well this is feeling like an attack now. Why is everyone so rude to Emmett? Fuck them.’ ‘DEB IS LEAVING THE DINER?! Why? She’s retiring FOR A MAN? We aren’t worth all that. Why is blondie making me feel like he regrets being back in Pittsburgh?’ And we are finally getting some Britin and he got all happy finally ‘MY BOYS! FINALLY! (Brian hugs Justin from behind) AHHHHHHHHH LOOK AT HIM ALL AFFECTIONATE AND SHIT! Wait he dropped out again? Of course Bri Bri wants him to go back to school. Man, where was this 20 years ago? I feel like I would’ve actually graduated if I saw this and had 5 years of Brian telling me to go to school. *looks at me* dont tell dad. Of course Brian is offering him a job! Thatd be cute. Why am i having feelings over Justin putting away Brian’s suit? (The sunshine how did i scene is up!!!!) OH MY FUCKING GOD *pauses tv and slides down from the couch on the floor so he’s now sitting on the floor* no he fucking didn’t! I’m glad all three of us are aware of that!’ ‘Not Ted and Justin being Blondie Besties. Okay, Queer Guy let’s go Emy! Oh god this is bad. *covers up his face* this is so bad. What did they do to my Emmett? IS THAT ROSIE FUCKING O’DONNELL?! That was so bad. And youre telling me justin didn’t have a single joke?’ Rosie (i forgot her name) tells Deb that her husband caught her kissing her friend while making cinnamon buns ‘i can see how that makes a person wanna kiss a friend.. it’s homies supporting homies *forgets about the cast and tries to make a fist realizes it, so he makes a fist with his left arm* Ally…that was weak. I’m so sorry Rosie O’Donnell, you deserve better. I’m ashamed of this’ ‘oh Lindsay. She’s just as dumb as Michael. And that hair is still horrible’ ‘THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT! I told you Brian would make Babylon insane but you thought I was dumb! The place is PACKED! Look at Blondie standing next to his man at his club. Supportive boyfriends. Wait the club is empty?! HE PAYED THEM? That’s actually smart. Did Blondie come up with this? I love this so much.‘ ‘YOU GO ROSIE O’DONNELL! Im confused why she’s here but you go girl!’ ‘THEY THINK EMMETT IS NOT QUEER ENOUGH?’ the scene cuts to the custody bullshit ‘did Mel forget that she also cheated? All three of them are so fucking stupid. OH LINDSAY IS A BITCH.’
Hold the fuck up, she’s now venting to Brian? What is he? The local therapist? Wow her hair is horrible. Nevermind, I guess he’s the local charity organization. YEAH he's the local therapist, charity organization, fundraiser, etc etc.
I HATE MIKEY AND BEN in this season with a passion. Ugh. And then they go roping Justin into their nonsense.
Yeah Emmy being the Queer Guy is going to make a lot of uncomfortable commentary about that show given your brother is a fan. Remind him that the original version of the show was not what it is today (I definitely watched it back then too, I won't lie)
Also can we have your brother write a fic where Justin wants to open a gallery in place of Babylon and it's an enemies-to-lovers fic? OMG Justin got sent to conversion therapy, comes back this uptight version of himself, wants to take down the big bad gay club and meets Brian and...
LBR your brother, at this point, would do anything BriBri asked him. ;) including go back to college.
The how did I scene is everything. These are the moments we need to survive this awful season.
And the Rosie O'Donnell plot line. I don't even know...
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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your roommate hcs are so cute, can i request for naib, demi, tracy, andrew, kurt, patricia, and victor?
:0 holy crap yes! I’m so glad you enjoyed the roommate hcs!! Me and the other mods hope you enjoy these! Thank you for requesting :))
(i added melly because why not? lmao hope you don’t mind.)
Part 1!
Naib Subedar
This man deadass didn’t know you were living with him
Even when people told him about it, he wasn’t rlly paying attention and didn’t rlly care
Your stuff in his room? He thought it was his or someone just broke into his room and left it there
When he saw you on the toilet however, he just freaked out.
“Why the hell are you shitting in my room!?” “Your room? I’ve been living here for 2 months!”
Once he found out you lived with him, he made sure you knew what was his and what was yours
also, since he’s very protective of his things-- you being one of them-- he would totally get jealous if he caught you tallking to someone that wasn’t him.
he would probably give you the silent treatment and act like a pissy baby
He hates it when you touch his stuff
especially his photos, the photos were special to him because they were of him and his army friends.
You’d sometimes catch him looking at the photos with a longing in his eyes, it was highkey sad.
having you live with him meant lots and lots of training
he made sure you were always prepared for matches and that you don’t get downed early
when you got downed early however, He would scold you but he would still rescue you anyways because he’s soft
“You’re such an idiot, you’d better do better next time! Or else I’ll kick your ass.”
one time he got cocky while kiting because you were watching him
he forgot to turn on his elbow pads and face palmed into the wall.
“...You saw nothing.” He turned around, a bit woozy from hitting his head on a wall. He flipped the hunter off before stumbling wooshing away
When you first get to know naib, he’d probably come off as intimidating and menacing
but once you get to know him--the real him--, you start to understand that even though he may be tough on you, its because he wants you to be the best
he has good intentions
During matches he’d let you handle yourself and made sure you didn’t rely on him too much
One time you needed to shower but you ran out of your shampoo so you used his.
When he questioned you, you simply responded “What? You don’t need it anyways, you’re bald!”
He didn’t rescue you the next round.
should’ve seen that coming
though he forgives you when you braid his luscious long existent hair for him
Kurt Frank
The amount of times you almost stepped on this man is astronomical.
he would constantly be in his tiny form because he would lose a lot of his things
his tiny form helped him find his things easily
Though when you first moved in with him, you had no idea what his ability was
so when you first saw a tiny version of your roommate you thought he was just a weird doll
until you heard him say a tiny, “Hey can you move your ginORMOUS foot? You’re stepping on my book.”
You fucking screeched and took off your shoe to try and kill him
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
After he explained to you about his ability you calmed down a bit and spared this tiny man but only this time!
Frank loves books, he probably filled your shared rooms with stacks on stacks of books
You’d often see him tiny, waving at you while you’re decoding
Once you overhead Kurt arguing with First Officer over who was the rightful owner of some sort of treasure map
They fought for days,
kurt would constantly complain about it to you
turns out it was just a game on the back of a Cereal box.
sorry this is short like kurt
Tracy Reznik
Would be a little awkward at first, but the awkwardness slowly fades away when you both make bad jokes
she gives me childhood best friend vibes
Has her doll sitting in the corner of your shared room room, it’s lifeless eyes scare the living shit out of you in the dark you try not to make eye contact, afraid it’ll curse you or smth
if she was mad at you she would move the bot in a way that looked like it was flipping you off you off in your direction before you went to bed.
Always making little robot things that are super fun to play with
Loves sharing her things. Has no problem with it
you wanna wear her clothes? sure
you want to wear her underwear? evEN BETTER-
Pulling all nighters, trying to get her machines to work like how she wanted it to work.
Would live off of kraft Mac n cheese and junk food in the modern day
Pretty hyper, chugs pink monster energy drinks while pulling all nighters, also, in the modern day
would probably be a bruh girl
Her room is a mess, covered with blueprints and scrap metal
her room is practically a safety hazard
Sometimes she dresses her doll up a bit, putting wigs or her old clothes on it (which scares you half to death)
Once she made her doll dress up like her
and you almost went up to it to ask what it wanted for dinner.
Has a photo of her and her dad
You never wanted to bring it up, worried it might make her upset :(
Sometimes she’d feel really guilty about being downed in the first 30 seconds
please comfort her, she feels super bad
She always relies on you to rescue her
She gets really happy and thankful when you body block for her but she still gets a bit concerned when you do it randomly
“i wasn’t even kiting-” “Protecc the mecc.”
Demi Bourbon
Always out at the bar
Smells like alcohol constantly
tipsy 24/7
she’s never 100% sober
You have to hold her hair out of her face when she comes back to your shared room to hurl
Likes bringing back hard vodka or weird flavoured alcohols back for you guys to get wasted try together
Room is bit cluttered, but she doesn’t have much in her room since she’s always out in bars or matches
Usually latches onto you like a parasite when she’s drunk.
it gets a bit awkward when her face is a bit close to yours,
“Are we about to kiss right now-? BLeurghgrhgherrgh.”“...*audible sigh*”
You’d go to her expecting her to heal you like a normal person but no
instead she shoves dovlin down your throat
She likes to do your makeup, and always adds a matching beauty mark
unless you don’t wear makeup, then she’d ask you to do hers
always loves how she looks afterwards
more than sometimes demi would get into bar fights,
so you know she’s about to throw hands when she starts takes off her earrings-
10/10 would fight for you <3
She’s gives me cool wine aunt vibes
Probably a lesbian too (check out our Demi smut fic ;))
Or bi, idk
Just straightn’t
She’s really good at hyping you up, especially when you’re taking shots
“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG-”
Andrew Kreiss
Would be very shy at first, opens up a little when you get to know him
Totally a night owl, can’t sleep at night from all the guilt and “what if’”s
if you see this baby awake at night, hug him, he really needs it
You’ve never seen the other side of his face
How does he see with hair in his eyes?
He’s albino, which is super dope
Sometime you fear he’s thinking about burying you
You always see him thwacking Luca with his shovel
Barely talks
Room is moderate
He doesn’t want you to find out too much about him
He may seem bland, but he loves sweet food
You’d bake him cookies and other sweets
He’d act as if he’s not embarrassed and brush it off
“Are you blushing?”“No, I-I’m sunburnt.” “On your face?” “....I stare into the hot red sun sometimes because it eases me.”
to keep his lie going, every time he catches you staring at him he would fry his eye balls by staring into the sun until you left
partially the reason why he can’t see well
When he’s not looking, you stare at him while he’s eating the stuff you made because he looks so happy :’)
One time you found him down in the dumps so you made him a cup of coffee, and when you handed it to him you said-
“Depresso espresso?”
*sniff* ”..are you oka-” “IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE”
he actually cried
it was such a nice gesture(?), that he started ugly crying
You’d ask him if he wanted hugs during matches when you see him get stressed
He’d be flushed and kinda confused
hug... him? why tho lmao
he’d definitely agree tho, to be fair, with some hesitation
if y’all ever cuddled in bed, i feel like he’d be a little spoon
poor boy needs the comfort, he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be little spoon tho
he just wants to be close to you
Victor Grantz
You love playing with his dog, Wick
Super nice and polite, but a little guarded
The type to be too afraid to call people out when they do something wrong but would totally trash them in his head
You write him little letters everyday and leave them on his bed to make him happy :))
He’d a be a little spoon
Wick would always join you guys while cuddling
Kisses would be soft and gentle
Usually sends you the first letter in matches
Loves to cuddle
He bb 🥰
You always get him a birthday present AND a Christmas present
You also get a gift for Wick
He loves giving you surprise hugs
Likes to read with you while cuddling
Literally a cinnamon roll
Once he was eating a cinnamon roll
And you whispered
“C a n n i b a l i s m .”
He was very confused
and kind of scared- were you going to eat him?
Patricia Dorval
Room always smells like herbs
She could literally smoke weed and you’d think it’s some magical healing herb
it magically makes you feel better
Always there to stun the hunter when you’re ballooned
The mature one
Her room is organized, with boxes labeling what herbs and magic stuff that are in them
You were cooking dinner for the day and you accidentally used one of her fancy herbs in your soup
She didn’t realize until she tried the soup
She wasn’t mad just disappointed
She lectured you on how you shouldn’t touch her stuff or use it for cooking
Gotta admit tho, the soup was pretty good
she acts like the mom everyone wishes they had
totally the type to be like, “dude we should think this through.” before doing something risky
and then five seconds later, “cowABUNGA MY DUDES”
one time she caught kreacher leaving the mens washroom without washing his hands
seeing as she was the mother of this manor, she had to protect her children from diseases
so she yeeted her monkey skull at kreachers head, cleanly knocking him out
and everybody cheered.
Melly Plinius
When you heard melly was going to be your roomie, you couldn’t have been more excited.
you finally had a victim for the many insect pick up lines!
So you decided to make some good first impressions by waiting for her in your room.
so when she arrived to your room and greeted you, you happily greeted her back, and slipped in the pick up line.
“Hello, my name is Melly. I believe I will be your ro-?”“Yeah nice to meet you too, say, what do bees make?”
She kinda thought you were a bit rude so much for first impressions
“...Erm, honey?” she replied hesitantly
“YES DEAR?”
... okay maybe you weren’t thaaaat bad.
after that she kind of developed a teensy crush on you
so it was hard living with you because of her crush, since she was constantly flustered
you loved her reactions, she constantly got red.
it was funny watching her try to keep her cool and fail.
#identity v#identity v prisoner#identity v fluff#identity v headcanons#patricia dorval#mod toby#mod chia#mod bread#identity v andrew#melly plinius#victor grantz#postman idv#entomologist idv#naib subedar#identity v mercenary#andrew kreiss#Andrew kreiss headcanons#kurt frank#explorer idv#tracy reznik#mechanic idv
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CHEEKY SNEAK PEEK #2
Pairing : Jimin X Reader (Ft a lil Tae)
“There’s a bow on my panties because my ass is a present!”
About- Honestly, you were just trying to prep gift bags for your company’s holiday party! But Jimins stressed, and needs a little brain reset sooo….I guess we’re prepping gift bags later!
Or- The company has quite a few deadlines to hit before you guys close for the holiday! Jimin’s in charge of talent and everybody’s fucking up…but in your line of work it’s a domino affect! So if his crew falls behind ultimately everybody’s behind! Hints Jimin’s stress and frustration....
WC: Sneak peek (1k)
WARNINGS: (FULL THING): Teasing, light edging, dirty talk, top/bottom OC, top/power bottom Jimin, hand restraints, unprotected sex, over stimulation, fingering (F receiving), biting/marking kink, VERY light degration kink (he playfully calls her a “little bitch/slut” once) light come play, light spanking
FINAL NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….
*Pierced Jimin/Red haired “Dope” Era Jimin meets 2020 Jimin!?
*Also it should go without being said but Jimin, IS Westernized, he’s from LA in this ffs!
*I’m a perfectionist and re-worked the entire smut scene which is why the post is late, I felt bad and decided to drop this cheeky little sneak peek!
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“You can do this shit in your sleep, this was just a curveball you weren’t expecting so it knocked you off your square a little. There’s nothing wrong with that, it doesn’t make you any less capable of doing your job!” The words hushed off your lips as you started to leave little butterfly kisses up the side of his neck. Lacing your lips and teeth around the lobe just enough to tease. A sharp breath catches in his chest, as he reclines his neck to give you more room to work while his palm flexed against your ass. Welcoming the much needed distraction “We got this, you just need to step back, breathe...regroup and refocus.”
You watch his mouth open in protest and now it’s your turn to shut him up “So, we’re down two models shit sucks, but dwelling on it won’t suddenly make their test results change! So now what’s our next move? Business strategy 101 baby let’s go!“ There’s a blatant challenge within your delivery!
“But I -“
“Jimin. Park!” The grip you hold on the hair at the nape of his neck tightens until you hear him hiss! Eyes fighting to stay open, mouth parting reflectivity. ”Breath, regroup...and refocus...”
He sighs around a moan, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s annoyed. Realizing it’s a lost cause because he knows damn well this isn’t a game he can win. “Yes, ma’am” There’s a whole lotta crass laced within that but you’ll take it I guess!
“Thank you!” Responding with the same bitchy little attitude you received! It is the time of year for giving after all! Batting your lashes up in his direction, far too innocent for your attitude! Pressing a couple quick but firm kiss to those pouty lips of his!
“Right, well, in the office, we get various incentives as motivation right? Whether that be gift cards, free dinners, bonuses..” Jimin murmurs right into your mouth, though the topic seems casual his voice is lower, taunting and huskier than usual. “So what’s mine tonight Mrs. Kim Hmm? Breath fanning against your lips, almost able to taste the remnants of liquor and cinnamon on your tongue. “What do I get as an incentive to regroup and refocus?”
Ohhh so now he’s the one challenging you...and your always down to play ....
Reaching over to take a languid sip of your cocktail, finger's trickling down his thighs as you appraise him from over the brim of your glass.
“Well Mr. Park, I'm sure you're very much aware just by looking around the room that one of my main love languages is gifts! Whether that be giving or receiving…..’ Voice dropping down to a purr, and there’s a little smirk playing on your lips that’s speaking volumes, as you shift off his lap....standing between his thighs, placing your drink aside.
“Not to mention it is that time of year after all is it not?” Slowly, tugging the shirt over your head, spine sitting in an exaggerated arch as you do so! Showcasing a matching red bra that’s completely mesh! The faint shadows from your nipples poking through the fabric and Jimin’s breath hitches within his throat! “Time for giving, putting others first, being selfless...the full nine…”
“Yeah” He’s winded already....Tongue darting out to wet his lips, though his throats suddenly what’s feeling painfully dry!
Delicately roaming your hands up your frame. Starting at your waist, slowly venturing up to caress the swell of your breast, dipping over your shoulders. Trickling up the side of your neck, and ending with your fingers tangled within your hair.
“Fucking hell….baby…” He whispers low and thick, almost as if he really wasn’t speaking for you to hear, as if he was just simply enamored!
You hum approvingly, lips curling into a smirk, teasingly trickling your hands down your sides before turning around whipping your hair over your shoulder in the process, swaying towards the obnoxious 10ft tall Christmas tree placed right in front of your wall of windows and Jimin’s mouth runs dry!
“I don’t know if you’ve even noticed all the presents Santa's already left for us this year….I guess we must’ve been exceptionally nice or something!”Pointing to the various wrapped boxes cascaded along the ground and your delivery is far too innocent for the pure chaos your erupting within this room right now!
Jimin’s gaze instantly darkens and it’s straight primal, he wants to unravel you in every sense of the word! Shamelessly he allows himself continue drinking you in from head to toe and god fucking dammit Y/n! Your ass literally looks like it belongs under the tree, the way the lace and ruffles frame the swell of your cheeks, the cute little rhinestone sitting between the exaggerated bow resting right in the center! Let's also not forget the main selling factor again...there crochless..which also means assless.. So in conclusion there's all of like 3 tiny pieces of fabric covering or I guess I should say not covering your ass and It’s just….
Inhaling sharply, biting down on the swell of his lip, soothing a palm up his length which is already straight throbbing beneath his fingers! Idly stroking himself in an attempt to relieve a little tension, which is duly noted because you're already over here doing the most!
Not missing the way you wiggle your ass a little whilst while apparently finding the need to adjust a couple of ornaments. Because of course, that was necessary... “Did your parents ever let you open a gift of two early Jimin?” Peering over your shoulder in feigned curiosity, brow titled in his direction.
“No, which fuckin sucked because I’m really impatient” Jimin already sounds breathless and throaty with pure need, you keep fucking around and he’s going to tackle your ass.
Literally.
A low hum flutters through your chest as you gracefully slide to the floor, right next to said obnoxious tree. Landing on your knees, feet tucked beneath your ass which again looks like a whole ass present at the moment.
Bow and all you're literally sitting right where you belong!
“Come here…” Head lolling to the side, signaling him closer with the flick of a finger “Since you had such a shitty day I’ll let you pick one gift to open early, if I were you’d I’d pick that pick box to the left...I think that’s from yoon.”
Patience is a virtue...one that Jimin does not have.....
#Jimin#Jimin smut#jimin x reader#jimin x you#park jimin#park jimin smut#park jimin x reader#bts#bts smut#bts au#bts poly#bts poly au#kpop#kpop smut#jimin au#park jimin au
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jealousy is a disease, get well soon | r.t.
richie gets a new girlfriend. she’s smart, popular, and pretty. but where does that leave y/n?
word count: 4,657
warnings/included: nsfw (smut, public sex), cliffhanger, kinda angsty, fem!reader
request: (from anonymous) “jealous richie tozier x reader smut?”
a/n: i feel like richie is ooc in this one but lmk what you think
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Three months, eight days, and six hours. It had been three months, eight days, and six antagonizing hours since Richie Tozier started dating Vicki Horowitz.
At first, it wasn’t so bad. Richie would still make his usual appearance at the lunch table with the Losers. He’d crack his usual jokes, then be on his way. He’d still walk with y/n to the library after school and he’d still make googly eyes at the cheerleaders who frequented the young adult section and hadn’t bothered to change from their uniforms yet.
But as the days got shorter and the timeline of Richie’s relationship got longer, something changed. Richie’s mouth became less trashy. He found the way his hairline was supposed to part. And along the way, the graphic tees he wore were now button-ups in a solid shade.
“What are you thinking about?” y/n asked. The question wasn’t foreign to Richie, but his answer was new to her ears.
They were sitting in the school library, as opposed to the public one they’d usually go to. Richie’s head rested in her lap; his mess of hair strewn all over the skirt of y/n’s dress—but she didn’t mind. He was sneaking a smoke even though there were no windows and offered her one of his cigs even though he knew becoming one step closer to death wasn’t something y/n was particularly fond of.
y/n accepted the cigarette anyway. She didn’t light it but tucked it behind her ear for safekeeping—a souvenir. Because this was the first time they’d hung out in weeks. Just the two of them; skipping their lunch period in an empty library because who even reads anymore?
“Nothin’ I really wanna tell you about, kid.” Richie stopped calling y/n sweetheart and babe long ago. Icky Vicki—a name y/n came up with without Richie’s knowledge—had requested she be the only babe or sweetheart in his life. And that’s how it was so on and so forth.
The heart beating in y/n’s chest grew increasingly louder because Richie used to tell her everything. Her hand left his scalp which she was once massaging under the tangles that were somehow still soft and lush. His eyebrows furrowed when she started to pull away from him.
“You’re disgusting, Tozier.” y/n then realized she didn’t have to ask Richie what he was thinking about. He was thinking about his girlfriend and the nights they’d shared on multiple occasions.
“What did I do?” He was now sitting up and facing his friend. Could he even call her a friend anymore? When was the last time they hung out? Richie stomped out his half-smoked Marlboro on the rug of the library, not caring that it would leave a mark, with the brand-new sneakers Vicki bought for him. His hands dug around in the front pocket of his jeans, searching for the Altoids container he kept on him at all times. Cinnamon. He downed half the box, the same way you’d chug a beer at a frat party because I hate it when you smoke, Rich echoed in his ears everytime he contemplated the pack of Marlboros that burned a hole in his other pocket.
y/n didn’t say anything. She got up, smoothed out her dress where Richie had left wrinkles, and stalked off.
It wasn’t like y/n to be jealous. When Bill got his first girlfriend, she jumped for joy and asked for her contact info so they could have sleepovers and give each other makeovers. When Mike started flirting with the new girl who moved into the plot of land next to his, y/n didn’t bat an eye.
So what was different this time?
y/n didn’t waste her precious time thinking about it. As much as she wanted to, she didn’t let Richie Tozier consume her thoughts, at least not consciously, during her restless nights and grey days. She assumed it wasn’t worth it to let Richie and his icky girlfriend get the best of her. Because that would mean they won.
The two hadn’t hung out since then.
They weren’t in a fight, but they weren’t on each other’s good sides. Necessarily.
Richie opted to spend the rest of the week with Vicki and y/n managed to get by the way she usually had for the past three months.
“Maybe you’re jealous?” Beverly offered. y/n found herself spending a lot more time with Bev now that she marked out Richie’s name with a red marker from her list of friends.
y/n scoffed and handed Beverly her right hand for her to paint. Jealous? That’s absurd. She admired her newly painted left hand. The dark green color surprisingly complimented her undertones perfectly.
“Why would I be jealous?” y/n couldn’t bring herself to look at her friend. She didn’t want her eyes to give away a reality she wasn’t ready to face, and she didn’t want to find a look in Beverly’s that only confirmed what she was suggesting.
“Oh, come on.” Beverly’s head threw back—a sign that she was becoming annoyed with her friend’s stubbornness and groaned. “Put two and two together. You and Richie used to spend every day together.” Her hands left y/n’s to make a sort of sandwiching motion. “Now you don’t.” They spread apart. Beverly shrugged nonchalantly as y/n started to realize something it seemed everyone already knew.
“I can’t believe you think I’m jealous of Richie.” Was all y/n could bring herself to say. But her thoughts wandered exactly where Beverly predicted.
To Richie Tozier, who was expectedly hanging out with one Vicki Horowitz. They were walking the cement of the strip mall. It was something Vicki did often, even before she had a boyfriend, and something Richie did often now that Vicki had attached himself to her like a dog on a leash.
“What do you think about that dress?” Vicki stopped outside of a small boutique. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground and her right arm was linked with Richie’s left while her free hand pointed to a small, black dress that allowed for practically no breathing space.
“’S cool,” Richie said with no sign of interest. He’d sworn they passed that dress three times by now and the pavement under his feet felt like the entryway to Satan’s humble abode.
“Cool?” Richie didn’t notice his girlfriend’s trimmed eyebrow shoot up in disbelief at the boy whose arm she held onto. “Well, what do you think of the dress on me?” Her voice dipped an octave lower and her eyes had that knowing look they always did before she was about to take a standardized test. Or when they were about to do it. Maybe that’s how Vicki roped Richie into this relationship.
Four months ago, Richie would have never thought of dating Vicki Horowitz. Not because she was out of his league. Every girl was out of his league, according to the dopes he called friends. But Richie never thought about batting an eye in Vicki Horowtiz’s direction. She was a governor’s scholar and the school’s class president ever since 1990. She was also a member of the same student council y/n was on, but to think he could score both of them would be a page from a fairytale.
It was a fairytale the day Vicki Horowitz had come up to him and the Losers at lunch, asking if she could have a word with him, no not you, him.
“What’s cookin, good-lookin’?” And Richie scolded himself for those being the first words spoken to the Vicki Horowitz.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Her blazing blue eyes rolled playfully, and Richie smiled because the only other time a girl had called him anything remotely close to cute was when y/n straightened out his collar and fluffed up his hair at homecoming. Don’t you clean up nice. “I want you to go out with me.”
“What sorta charity case are you workin’ here, hot stuff?” In Richie’s mind, he had every right to be incredulous. Girls didn’t ask him out. Girls didn’t even say yes when he asked them out.
And maybe it was a charity case when, a month in, Vicki had convinced Richie to iron his jeans and wear shirts that were only one color. Maybe it was a charity case when Richie found himself eating lunch with Vicki’s group of friends instead of his—talking about scholarship programs and studying abroad instead of the new werewolf movie that somehow scared the cripes out of him and when Batman’s new comic issue would be released. Maybe it was a charity case when Richie no longer used words like fuck and shit and began popping mints like they were drugs because Vicki wouldn’t let him smoke around her.
His white lace-ups kicked mindlessly at the sidewalk he stood at. He pondered the question even though there wasn’t much to ponder about. “Then I’d say that dress just got hot,” Richie smirked, and Vicki slapped him in the side.
Of course, you would were the words he expected to hear. But as much as Richie wanted her to be, Vicki wasn’t y/n and instead said, “Did you go over the vocab packet I slipped in your locker?
“I got it.” Richie’s free hand took residence in his pocket. He felt around for the box of Marlboros there and wondered if he should light one in front of her. Three months—almost four, he’d been in this relationship, and ever since a month ago he was beginning to think it was one-sided. “I, uh, didn’t get the chance to go over it.” He coughed and looked down at her, not expecting to see her eyes burning through his.
“You smell like cinnamon,” Vicki said. Her gaze softened but Richie wasn’t impressed. What was it about her? Was it her who changed, or him? Richie’s mind couldn’t wander any further—his thoughts sliced by Vicki’s voice. “What’s up with you?” She wasn’t usually the concerned type, but Richie knew she was being genuine when her eyes started hopelessly searching his.
“I’m tired,” Richie lied. “Y’know, we’ve been walkin’ so much. Ye ole feet need a rest.” Richie laughed but Vicki didn’t. She didn’t usually find him funny. She didn’t usually find anything funny except for small dogs in purses and grammatical mistakes.
“You could’ve just said so.” It was one of the few times she let up, but she was good. She was good at a lot of things, actually.
Vicki drove him home in silence. It wasn’t a talking kind of day and the radio was left untouched since neither of them could agree on a music station.
“Call me.” Were her last words to him before he stepped out of her daddy’s Mercedes.
Richie didn’t say anything. He stepped inside his house, his back slumped against the front door as he finished his thoughts from earlier that day in the comfort of his own home.
Why, out of everyone in Derry, would Vicki Horowitz choose to date someone like Richie Tozier? Of course, he’d be an idiot—which he wasn’t (that’s debatable)—to pass up an opportunity to go out with someone as eclectic as her. His thoughts betrayed him, finding their way to Vicki’s long, blonde hair and always rosy cheeks.
Obviously, he’d miss her if he broke things off between them. But there was something else that twisted his gut, telling him to do so.
And Richie always trusted his gut. He’d trust it if it told him to pick C on his math test or if it told him to jump off the golden gate bridge.
It was Monday, in the corner behind Derry High where everyone smoked, where the breakup took place. Richie had the decency to break it off somewhere private and Vicki had the decency to not cry or beg him to stay.
“Hey.” Richie’s voice was soft. His back stabilized by the bricks behind him and Vicki didn’t need to question what this was about.
“Hi.” Her tone held the same solemnness as his. “The least you could do was invite me somewhere nicer to break up with me.” It was the only time Richie laughed at one of her jokes and the last time he would. And though he wanted to, Richie couldn’t be surprised that Vicki already knew what he called her over for. She was a smart girl with a smart mouth to match.
“You know?” He stood up straight and took a drag from his cigarette.
“If you weren’t smoking, I would’ve thought otherwise,” Vicki said truthfully. Just then, a flood of students burst through the doors of Derry High. School was out. “I’m not fond of it, but I’m not going to hold you back.”
Richie wanted to scoff. He thought of the one afternoon when Vicki spent an hour combing through his hair, so the strands laid straight and naturally began to part to the side. He thought of how she scolded his unhealthy use of recreational drugs to the point he had to live a double life. He thought of how his time was no longer spent with his friends, but with her.
I’m not going to hold you back my ass.
But this was no time to argue.
Richie put out the cigarette, barely smoked, and walked away. Away from button-up shirts. Away from vocabulary packets and the debate of the use ‘impact’ in place of ‘effect’. Away from Vicki.
His rough footsteps hit the ground under him with a thump. Richie knew exactly where he was going. And maybe it was wrong that his first instinct was to cross the path of a certain someone after he had just called things off with his girlfriend—ex-girlfriend. But maybe Richie didn’t care.
It took him approximately ten minutes to walk to the Derry Public Library and approximately two minutes for an indescribable feeling to tear through his stomach. His feet lurched forward, but Richie steadied himself by reaching for one of the wooden shelves of the bookcase he stood behind.
It was y/n. As he expected, she was sitting at one of the desks. But her nose wasn’t stuck in her chem book, cramming for tomorrow’s test. It was pointed towards Matt Brimmer, upturned, along with her crinkled eyes and dazed smile. Was Matt Brimmer really that funny?
Richie knew he could make her smile like that. He knew he could make her smile even wider. So, he didn’t know why he was having seconds thoughts right now. The other voices in his head, telling him how inferior he was to so-called Matt Brimmer. Matt Brimmer on the football team. Matt Brimmer with the golden hair. Matt Brimmer the golden boy.
Everyone knew who Matthew Brimmer was; it’d be a crime not to. Although he wasn’t the Quarterback, he was the main reason Derry High’s football team got any of the wins they had. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but his prince charming smile and locks that reminded Richie of that Rapunzel story made up for it. He got by.
Richie had two options. He could go home and feel sorry for himself or he could wait for y/n and confront her after her study session. Was what they were doing even considered studying?
He opted for the second since he had already spent enough time feeling sorry for himself. And one dreadful hour later of mindlessly picking at his shoe and flipping through various pages of children’s books, Richie caught y/n alone, about to leave the already dark library.
The lights were dimmed, and the sun outside had already set. There was no sign of the librarian or her volunteers when y/n’s worn in high-tops came into his eyeline. He was sitting cross-legged, with a book in his lap. But his mind wasn’t on the pages.
Richie’s doe eyes widened under his magnifying lenses when they trailed up the skin of his friend’s bare legs that had stopped in their tracks. y/n was wearing a denim mini skirt in the middle of winter and how she hadn’t attracted goosebumps yet was a question he’d save for later.
“H-hey!” Richie bounced to his feet, standing at his full height.
“Hi.” y/n eyed him skeptically. She was holding a book in one hand. Her other hand was attached to the strap of her backpack.
“I saw you with Matt,” Richie blurted out. His own words surprised him because although he wasn’t shy—far from it—he wasn’t confrontational either. No. That was Bill. Bill would be the type to ask about the guy you had just got done cuddling with at the football game even though he was your boyfriend. But y/n and Richie weren’t dating, and Richie didn’t like her like that. Did he?
“Okay.” Was all y/n said. Her face was blank, void of any emotion. A sign. And her eyes bore into his, the way a police car’s emergency lights catch you when you’re speeding.
She was about to leave, probably to return her book, until Richie’s hand coiled around her wrist.
“What?” The irritableness in y/n’s tone became slightly more palatable. The one word struck Richie’s core and the voice in his head telling him telling him that this would be a good idea was now making its retreat.
“Matt Brimmer, eh?”
“Please.” Her expression grew more disgusted by the second; eyebrows raised; lips puckered as if she had just sucked the life out of a lemon. “You’re the last person who gets to commentate on my love life.”
Richie’s heart panged at the last words. Love life. If this were true—if y/n were dating Matt Brimmer—Richie quite literally wouldn’t know what to do with himself. His face didn’t show it, but right now, he was a guest at his funeral. Everyone was wearing black except him and Stan was giving the eulogy.
Only Richie would do what Richie did next. It was an awful act of…whatever because this newfound feeling in his chest was too much for him to take. Both of his hands cupped either side of her cheeks which were now hot, but not from embarrassment. He dove in for a kiss, both of his lips capturing her bottom one. The quietest moan rolled off her tongue, but before any more noises could be made, she pulled away.
“You have a girlfriend,” y/n said, as much as she didn’t want to. “and I’m—”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re with Wonderboy.” Richie heaved out a sigh loud enough for y/n to forget what had just happened moments ago and raise her eyebrows, only to ask what’s wrong. In fact, she did oh so conveniently forget about his actions from earlier, and her right eyebrow quirked.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked and Richie didn’t realize how much he missed that question until now. How much he missed her.
The color in his eyes seemed to darken—like they were hooded by a shadow—and she was sure it wasn’t the doing of the lack of lighting in the room.
But Richie didn’t reply. His lips trailed back to hers again. The two melded into each other like iron being welded. This time y/n didn’t pull away. She lingered long enough to taste the cigarette he’d hardly smoked earlier and mints he didn’t swallow whole this time.
It was Richie who broke the kiss, only to press one onto her neck. The tip of his pointed nose tickled as it grazed the skin of her cheekbone and his chapped lips felt new and exciting when they left kisses below her ear.
“Richie.” y/n would be ashamed to admit this was something she’d been waiting for. That this very moment was a scene from her dreams that she hadn’t got the proper amount of time to explore because she’d awoken before the climax.
“You’ll have to be quiet, doll,” Richie mumbled against her skin. y/n could’ve fainted right then and there, but she refrained; wanting to experience this moment fully conscious. His fingers found their way to her side, gripping the fabric of her white mock neck casually as if this were something they’d done hundreds of times before. There was something about the way he handled her that made y/n insecure. Just knowing he had practiced these types of moves on girls before her had sparked a light in the pit of darkness that was her stomach. Her hands flew to his cheeks. The pad of her thumbs ran across his pale skin now blossoming pink.
Richie twisted their position, backing y/n into the case of books behind her—full to the shelf. His hands ghosted their way under her top, brushing her bare midsection. It was soft but cold, even under the sweater textile. It didn’t help that his hands could substitute for ice.
y/n giggled—a sound so sweet he’d cherish ‘til the end of time. A sound he’d never heard from Vicki’s lips. Her breath, smelling of lemon lozenges, fanned his face in a hot cloud. Richie wanted more. If he had any less dignity, he’d beg for more.
It’s not like y/n wanted to giggle during this new act of intimacy between them. To be frank, she was…upset. Who was Richie Tozier to leave her hanging for a girl who wore frilly chiffon blouses on Wednesday only to wear her jeans low rise so everyone and their grandmother could see her pink lace thong peeking from them on Friday? Who was Richie Tozier to leave her hanging at all? The late nights she’d spent at the Derry Public Library alone, in hopes the certain someone she snuck glances at during their passing period and her Pre-Calculus class only left an empty feeling in her heart and a rotten aftertaste in her mind. To let Richie know he was the reason for her pleasure and the hand between her thighs at night would be letting him win.
But what’s life without a few losses?
Richie’s movements never stopped—they were quick, but enough to send sparks to the one place y/n needed attention the most. His hands traveled lower, eventually reaching the hem of her skirt that ended just four inches above the knee. Distractedly, he pinched the thick material between his thumb and index finger. The roughness of the denim somehow satisfyingly scratched the edge of his fingers—drawing him out of his trance.
He lifted her skirt—revealing y/n’s ballerina pink underwear Richie only got to see at the quarry. There was no time for them to completely undress—and if they did, it’d be far too scandalous (as if what they were doing right now wasn’t already sinful).
Richie’s head whipped away from y/n’s neck; his eyes frantically darting around the space around them, seeing if anyone was nearby. y/n’s hands once again took his face in them, directing his attention back to her. Richie smiled as soon as her features came into view: black mascara smudged on her bottom lash line and the lipstick previously on her lips found a new home on her frenulum. She was mind-blowingly good looking even in a disordered state.
His hands left her upper thigh—where he had been leaving feathery strokes. y/n presumed he was about to unbuckle his belt. But he didn’t. He stood there, silently appreciating the scene displayed before him, and also wishing they had more time or had a setup more comfortable. His hands rested at the silver clasp of his belt, daring to make a move but also frozen in time.
“What are you waiting for?” y/n sniped, and Richie’s confidence level was found through the roof; like the green health bar when you first slip a quarter into the Street Fighter machine.
Nimbly, Richie’s fingers went to undo his belt and slip off his jeans and boxers underneath. It didn’t take long for his lips to crash against hers. A bruise would be left later for memories’ sake. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, tasting birthday cake in the process.
y/n’s own hands were small, but they made an effort to run through his hair, feeling the left-over gel from yesterday and the abnormal amount of times it had been brushed through. She tugged at the roots, eliciting a groan from him that was luckily muffled by y/n’s mouth.
His hands found their original place on the curve of y/n’s hips. But first, he made quick to strip her of her undergarments. An innocent shade for a not so innocent act. Richie was fast to slip in—not giving y/n the time to adjust around him. She whimpered and he swore he could feel a tear against both of their cheeks.
“You’re dripping.” Richie didn’t address the quiet tears that rolled down the slope of her face, too concentrated on the feeling of something else rolling against him. y/n’s hips perked up, a desperate attempt to meet his; ardent and needy. He took it as a sign. His thrusts sped up, coated in her silk.
The substance shared between them was like glue holding their bodies together. Richie’s hands surprised y/n when they squeezed the back of her legs, urging her to jump up, and stabilizing her when she did. Her legs coiled around his, allowing for Richie to find a deeper spot none of her other hookups could.
“Can Matt Brimmer fuck you like this?” Despite the shivers his words sent down her spine, y/n finally knew what this was about. She had her suspicions, but his words only confirmed them.
His voice was hushed, only for her to hear, but she supposed if he screamed it no one would hear them in the seemingly vacant building.
y/n didn’t reply. She felt her eyes roll back and his hips snap in unpredictable paces against hers. It was rare—exceptional, even—that y/n found release this fast. She could blame it on the thrill of potentially getting caught. Their bodies covered yet splayed out inappropriately for anyone to walk in on. She could blame it on Richie; that she was finally attached at the hip, literally, with her lifelong best friend and not-so-guilty pleasure fuck whenever Beverly and she ran out of sleepover games. Her grip on his hair tightened as well as the walls around him. The prolonged whines she had been biting between her teeth turned into heavy pants—her breath mixing with his.
Miraculous, it was, that Richie was able to remain noiseless when he came. He stayed inside her for a second more, dwelling in the ecstasy the two had shared for as long as he could. It was only until y/n’s eyes greeted Richie’s when he pulled out and redressed his half-naked body.
She wasn’t glaring this time, but she didn’t look happy either. Usually, girls were supposed to be happy after sex. Second thoughts started to litter his mind. Richie couldn’t help but think he came short. But he was relieved when y/n spoke up.
“Can Vicki Horowitz make you feel that way?” Her skirt was now properly covering her thighs and she must’ve pulled her underwear up and Richie hadn’t noticed. y/n left him with a quick peck to the lips, smirking into it as she did. It was dominant. Possessive. The last of what Richie saw of her was the back of her now messy hair when she picked up her backpack and walked out—through the maze of books and out the glass doors.
Richie was in awe. Still in a post-orgasmic condition, his fingers ran to his neck, tracing over the newly forming blemish y/n left as a trade for the dozens he gave her. Richie stood there a few minutes more. His palm pressed against the mark only to leave so his index finger could trace his lips that a gracious residue of berry lipstick and saliva mixture tacked onto.
He’d catch her tomorrow.
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Hie babie. Can you write some fluff about Kirishima and gn!reader? If you want a specific prompt.....then how about he gets jealous when they get touchy with someone else. Thank you😬💓Have a nice day.
Hey babe, I’m running late I know but this is for you, hope you like it 💕🥺
Eijiro Kirishima x GN reader
Warnings: Angst
The challenge between classes ended, your team got the big win thanks to your strategy. Joyful classmates gathered around you and start to clap their hands and made you fly in the air, “You damn extras! You thanks Y/N but it was thanks to my attack that we won the challenge!” Bakugou shout, making Kirishima laugh while he takes your hands “You did great love!” smiling you put your hands behind his neck and kiss him, everyone blushing goes away expect for a green cinnamon roll, who tapping your shoulder says “Y/N, I gathered all the info you asked me”, shaking yourself off the crimson boy you say messing Midoriya hairs, “Good, let’s go to dorm and check on it!”. A pout appears on Eijiro who follows you with distance, arriving finally in the dorm you sat in the couch with Midoriya and stay there talking about everyone quirks for almost an hour. The redhead boy feeling ignored starts clinging on you and after a while Uraraka arrives, staring at each other they leave you alone. “Uraraka, I feel like I need to hug, touch and kiss Y/N more than it normally happens. I don’t understand, what is it?” the brunette girl blushing answers “J-jealousy…I understand it”, Kirishima confused look at her and says “This is not absolutely manly! I have to solve right now. Thanks Uraraka!” he says waving vigourously goodbye.
One Hour Later
Kirishima stop in front of the couch and you and Midoriya raise your head to look at him and say “Oh Eiji, it took us a lot of time. Stay with us!” you say smiling offering a hug to him, “Y/N we have to talk” he says bluntly, Midoriya suddenly takes his blocknotes and runs away stuttering about some urgent matters. “E-Eijiro, what’s happening?” you say worried from his words and expecting the worst, but suddenly a kiss on the lips arrives and he says “I love you Y/N. ” you confused reply with a kiss and say “Eiji I love you too. But what’s happening?”, suddenly a tight hug arrives and Kirishima shouts in the hall “I know it’s not manly, but please don’t ignore me! I’m jealous I want you all for me. Please don’t stay with Midoriya!” smiling you cup his cheeks “Silly Red Riot, how can I leave you for someone else? You’re the best I could ask for and I’m pleased to know that you need me so much. I need you equally, so don’t ever think to dope off me for some fangirls of yours. Right?” blushing and kissing you deeply Kirishima answers “Forever yours”.
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I've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.
My Thoughts on S1E2, "Metal Saw"
Seriously love the music in this show!
THE FREAKING BELT GRAB. You can tell they've done this kind of thing before.
I always love it when Jack and Mac have heart-to-hearts in the middle of super intense, dangerous situations. Like... it's sweet, but time and place, guys?
"Hi, I'm Jack." Nervous Jack is bebby.
Ew, sweat. Like, I know it's "realism" to have sweat stains on clothes in situations like these, but that's one bit of realism I can always do without. Gross.
Is that a bit of PTSD I'm seeing with Mac there on the couch? That's a kind of realism I can always get behind.
Riley finding Mac and Boze in that compromising position will never not be funny. "But he was on top." I love Riley more every episode.
Riley is a really good liar from day one.
I love the joke about ex-cons benefiting from being in relationships with stable people (i.e., fake boyfriend Bozer), then the immediate cut to Bozer with his whole arm inside the vending machine. Great stuff.
Love the Riley and Bozer bonding... right up until the cringe-tastic "Slide me your digits."
"Soon, I'm gonna woo you the same way Romeo would have wooed Juliet if they had Snapchat back in the Renaissance." Bozer and his surprisingly accurate pickup lines. The Renaissance did in fact start in Italy around the 14th century, when R&J is thought to take place.
I love all this psychoanalyzing of Mac. "Adapting is his survival mechanism." Also I'm living for Jack sticking up for Mac to Patti.
"This place has been searched by everybody and their dog." Is this a Texas thing or an old guy saying? Either way it's great.
Nothing beats the early days of Mac and Jack. Nothing. I wish we had gotten more interactions where Jack has to parent Mac: "Stop touching that. Look at me." ❤️❤️❤️
Jack so concerned about Mac and putting on the kid gloves = everything I could have ever asked for and more.
Jack has such a big heart. Poor guy, the look on his face when he sees that the reporter is actually Sarah...
Paperclip sculptures: When I first started watching the show, I thought they were lame. Now I miss them so much. Does that mean I've gotten lamer or that they were always cool and I was always lame?
"Closest time I ever came to coming home in a box." Oof. This line hits different now, and not in a good way.
I just love how Jack is this big tough ex-Delta who is so open about his emotions, particularly with Mac. And the way Mac reassures him... Their bromance is top-tier.
"Oh, like when they invented fire!" Another zinger.
Mac grabbing that giant cigar right out of that dude's mouth 😂😂😂
Love some good fight-scene Mac whump! 👏👏👏 And bar fights are always a blast!
Riley with the car door - such a boss. "What? You told me to stay in the car, and I did."
I've seen some people say they don't like S1 Mac's hair. I kind of dig it, to be honest. He looks like he's 5, but I love it.
Mac has made a lot of DIY cutting torches in his time, but they never get less impressive.
Jack trusting Mac to save Sarah while he keeps watch is just *chef's kiss*!
These early episodes have so many MacGyverisms. One right after the other. It's awesome.
I've never been a big fan of the dark either, Mac.
The first scene with Mac and Sarah is so beautifully tense and whumpy (he way he scrabbles for purchase, gasps for breath, that hitch in his voice as he tries to squeak out Jack's name) that I had to rewind and watch it again.
The hopeful disbelief in her voice: "Jack Dalton came for me?"
Sarah can kick some serious ass. I can see why Jack likes her. Too bad she's about to lead him on the rest of the episode, while actually having a fiance...
Sarah: *leans out of car, shooting her weapon with deadly, terrifying precision* Riley: I agree, this woman should not have kids. 😂 Everything that comes out of Riley's mouth is gold.
Riley asleep in the back of the car while Mac sits quietly and Jack and Sarah have a sweet moment is like mom and dad with the kids in the backseat. Except mom has a fiance and hasn't told dad yet, even though she's had ample opportunity.
Because seriously, Sarah. It's not that hard to tell him the truth. Giving him those big eyes and flirting with him, thinking he has a chance is just cruel. I have never liked her character, and this is why.
Mac and Jack giggling about Jack's crush on Sarah like middle-school girls is life.
"You're just gonna have to let that go." Man, I love their relationship.
Gosh, the scene where they find Luis always hurts so badly. These early episodes did not play around.
"There isn't always time to beg some suit back home for permission to do what's right." I'm not a fan of Sarah, but I love this line. Also, this is pretty much the synopsis of the whole show.
Riley's hair used to be so LONG! 😍
The loyalty of these three! And I love the OG trio so much.
This sleazy guy in the computer place makes my skin crawl.
Love how Patti's like, "Mac will be back by then." Not Jack, not Riley. Just Mac. Can we say teacher's pet? I actually lowkey love this though.
"Who is this guy?" Much like Doctor Who's "It's bigger on the inside," I never get tired of people being equally amazed and confused at the stuff Mac can do.
I've never been the biggest car chase junkie, but Barrios jumping over the car using that log in the road is pretty dope.
Sarah's rage is chilling. And Jack talking her down breaks me every time.
Again, I love the loyalty of our team. Everyone sticks up for each other, ending with Mac's totally unbelievable but still somehow 100% genuine "It was me. I forced them." TOO good.
First mention of Oversight this early. Just thinking about who it is that doesn't like unsanctioned ops just makes me 😤 I wonder if the writers knew who OS was at this point or if it was a later development.
I do wish we could have gotten more conspiratorial, approving Patti. She's so much better than expressionless, bland Patti.
The way Sarah never told Jack about her fiance Jeff (who is in fact a cinnamon roll but still a discount Jack) pisses me off. "I tried to tell you." Yeah, right. It's not that hard to say, "Yo, I'm in a relationship."
Jack NEVER should have found out about Jeff the way he did. There's no excuse.
It's not okay, Jack. She did you wrong. You didn't deserve that. Stand up for yourself, man. Gosh, he's so broken here, and I hate it.
"At least we have each other... Don't look at me. I know how weird it sounded." THESE TWO I SWEAR 🤣🤣🤣
Poor Mac. I do love how we get his obsessive tendencies so early in the show, and how they keep coming back, even as late as season 5. As someone with clinically diagnosed OCD, this makes me feel seen and I love being able to relate to my favorite character.
Love the found family antics at the end. Riley and Bozer making dinner while Mac and Jack play basketball? Perfection.
Lol, Bozer calling Riley a "caramel goddess" has such Schmidt/Cece vibes from New Girl, and I dig it!
Ew. More sweat. I know some people find sweaty men attractive, but that is NOT my vibe. I prefer my men clean and freshly laundered.
The way Riley glances back over her shoulder at them as she walks away, as if to make sure they're really there, that this is actually real!!!
"That's not even... that's true, actually. That's sad." Jack 🤣 Also, "I'm hungry." Big mood.
As a Grandpa Harry stan from the OG show, I eat up any mention of him in the new one. I just wish we'd gotten more of that wonderful man in the reboot. Still, I'll take what I can get!
I'd honestly forgotten how much I enjoy this episode! So solid, full of bromance, found family, and lots of good-natured bickering. Can't wait to watch the next one, hopefully tomorrow! In the meantime, please keep fighting for our show! Together we can #savemacgyver!
If anyone wants to join me in my re-watching and tweeting adventure, please do! It's my way to take about an hour a day in my busy, busy life to commit to the #savemacgyver movement. (And to enjoy my favorite show yet again!) If you do tweet as you watch, make sure to tag EVERY tweet with ONLY #savemacgyver so we can keep that hashtag trending! :)
Thanks for letting me share my (numerous) thoughts on this episode. This was really fun, and I hope it's something you all enjoy, too. I'd love to know what you all think of the episode in the comments! ❤️
#macgyver#jack dalton#riley davis#wilt bozer#macgyver rewatch#my thoughts#episode review#save macgyver#we can still save our show#s1e2#metal saw#emcatreviews#spoilers
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Semi-Finals, Match Two: Matej Mohorič v. Jonas Vingegaard
Matej Mohorič Propaganda
Jonas Vingegaard Propaganda
He is CUTE, he is SMOL, he has a CUTE NOSE and FRECKLES and EYES AS BLUE AS THE ENDLESS SKY---
OK no but seriously, he's amazing. As absurd as it can sound since this is one of the best riders in the world, he's always the underdog in people's minds. Somehow, no one ever thinks "OK I think Jonas is going to win this stage today", and when he does, they're like "OK he won but he still wasn't out of this world, it's because the others were having a bad day", and when he has a stellar day they're like "HE'S DOPING FOR SURE". It's like nothing he ever does is good enough and YET he doesn't give a fuck and keeps performing despite the pressure.
Being consistently good when everyone expects you to win is talent, but being consistently good when everyone hopes you'll lose is something else too.
And he's an incredible human being to boot. He's kind, he's compassionate, he's sensitive, he doesn't have a mean bone in him, he's affectionate, thoughtful. Remember that time during TdF 2022 when he asked Grischa to tell him if he could slow down at the end of the TT to let Wout win the stage? Yeah. He's that kind of guy.
More under the cut:
He's a crier. It's cute and it makes me want to hug him. He loves his family and he always has a good word for his rivals and he's humble and I relate so much to his introverted personality and he's a cinnamon roll and a cutie patootie. But when he puts on his sunglasses, he looks like A WAR MACHINE.
(but a cute one)
He got a lot of heat when he didn't wait for Sepp on the Angliru during this Vuelta, only the instructions of the team before that clusterfuck stage were to battle it out between them and he probably liked it even less than us because he wanted Sepp to win the Vuelta from the beginning.
And need I say anything about the absolute sportsmanship of this man? When he lost his balance in the Col of Spandelles, TdF 2022, Tadej didn't miss the opportunity and powered away from him, but when Tadej was the one who crashed two minutes later, he waited for him. HE WAITED FOR HIM.
And he made the sport all the better for it and gave us one of the finest images in cycling history.
if you like MvDP, consider that though in these days when van der Poel is showing up with a mullet, Jonas did long hair earlier and better.
though there has been a change of style
If you like WvA, consider that some of the BEST hug pictures only exist due to Jonas being the kind of teammate whom others want to hug AND eminently sized for hugs/lifts
(we've all seen this but we can look at it again)
He's got sportsmanship. He's got incredible skills. He's even a dad! Maybe he's not always good at smiling for the cameras but he can sure smile for his family
Most importantly, he's a TdF winner with the time trial of the year and he cannot ride his goddamn bike without hands without his body language screaming oh god someone help me
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#tumblr’s favourite cyclist poll#poll tournament#cycling#matej mohoric#jonas vingegaard#semifinals#Youtube
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people who have really bad sweet tooths will understand this hc: andrew likes (and is good at) baking
we all know andrew gets hit with c r a v i n g s
like yes ice cream is his go to but sometimes he wants a warm cookie with his ice cream at 2 AM
so his freezer is also stocked with cookie dough in a tub and he’ll scoop it out and bake one when he feels like it
or eat it out the tub half defrosted, don’t act like you haven’t
but at some point it’s not really exactly what he wants like now hes craving a brownie sundae but gas station brownies don’t cut it he wants gooey chocolate
so mug cakes become his friend its like midnight and andrew is scooping cocoa powder, sugar, flour, vegetable oil, and way too many chocolate chips into a mug and tossing it in the microwave
then neil gets tired of them running out of mugs because andrew keeps making lava cakes at ass o clock in the morning
he goes out and buys pans, cooling racks, measuring cups, mixing bowls, whisks, and even a stupid pair of orange oven mitts and dumps them all on andrew who’s lounging on the couch
“mugs are for coffee and tea asshole”
he starts off with box mix but that shit gets expensive and recipes online are easy enough to follow
he makes pound cake and its not bad?
he eats the whole thing in one sitting and neil almost throws him out
“you allowed this to happen”
“shut up. go to the gym and eat a vegetable”
but it only gets worse from there
one day neil gets back and the apartment smells like a bakery cause andrews gone through two boxes of butter and a whole bag of sugar and flour each and made 6 different batches of chocolate chip cookies cause he’s experimenting with combinations of ingredients
“there’s less brown sugar in that one so it spreads more in the oven”
“who are you”
honestly andrew finds baking therapeutic. when he has a bad day he has a task he can focus on and he can forget about everything else (the man can whisk for hours he makes a dope meringue without an electric mixer and doesn’t even break a sweat)
but now their place has way too many baked goods and not enough mouths (neil forbids andrew from eating everything he’s made) so he has to get rid of them any way he can
neil dropping off a whole blueberry pie at matt and dan’s place: “i’ve created a monster”
“oh so now that he hobby bakes hes a monster but not when he threatened to stab me”
“you deserved that now take the pie its the 3rd one he’s made this week”
but when neil comes home to andrew’s hair smelling like vanilla and his cheeks streaked with flour, he can’t be even a little mad
there’s a yes or no followed by a tangled embrace on the couch and neil drowns in the heat radiating off andrew from being near the oven all evening, the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg in the crook of his neck, and kisses that taste more like caramel than cigarettes
when the oven timer goes off andrew busies himself in the kitchen before coming back with a few slices of something
“pumpkin bread?”
“its a vegetable”
“oh fuck you”
#andreil#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#tfc#anyways i WILL write a bakery au#and no one can stop me#am i projecting on andrew perhaps#sometimes you want a brownie and no one can help you but yourself#me making cupcakes at 11 PM: would andrew do this???#maybe not but im gonna make it happen anyways
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Jumped right into episode 5 of tfaws because I didn't hate episode 4.
Running commentary:
This fight is pretty dope.
Sam can use those wings like no one else let me tell you.
I yelled when those wings were ripped apart. Like my heart hurt. Sure, Sam is not his wings and he doesn't need them to be a hero, but that really hurt.
John Walker is nuts.
I don't know how I feel about Bucky tossing the shield at Sam like: now take it. In my soul I feel an
Oh sweet Sam. The hurt in his eyes at the blood on the shield.
TORRES!!!!!!!!!!!
During the whole conversation between Sam and Torres I got the impression that Sam was holding back tears. Shielding himself from his emotions. As if to face everything that just happened would be too much in that moment. Like even just saying that John broke his wings would break the dam
Torres is so cute in his wise innocence.
Oh this nigga should legit be in jail forget his service at this point. He is unhinged and a risk to himself and others. I bind you John Walker from doing harm, harm against other people and harm against yourself.
Uh, no sir you are NOT Captain America!!!!!
Again don't really care about John's issues or whatever. Give this to me in exposition, a news report in the background.
Karli has all the points but sweetie just needs to see past her grief and anger to make better decisions. I like her and I love her red hair.
Zemo really thought he could manipulate Bucky. Sir, this grumpy old man been doing whatever he wants since he cut his hair, honey please.
The Dora!!!!!!
Ayo: "you're on time out, White Wolf" lol
Sam Wilson is so beautiful
Not Sam questioning another black man about what happened when he know doggone well America is racist and will take any chance to keep power from the blacks (don't even try to deny it. Voter suppression in multiple states being supported by laws is enough evidence)
Jeez, this conversation was pretty inorganic. Sam: "the world is different now. I know people." But that didn't stop the government from talking you into getting rid of the shield. The world different but the cops sure did harass you for having a heated conversation with a white man.
I give this whole conversation a huge
YES SIR MR. ISAIAH BRADLEY !!!
Anthony got his waves and that hair cut together. Do you hear me!
I want to reach into the screen and hug Sam Wilson.
Really Bucky. Showing up and flexing like that. I see you 😏 trying to make nice with Sam and flirting with his sister. This man.
The smallest apology filled with excuses and explanations. I guess
Then immediately transitioning to Sam being the great friend he is. Couldn't we have lingered on Bucky's behavior just a touch more. Let Sam tell him he was being a brat and then move on. I don't know we are not getting enough dwelling when it comes to Sam.
CAN WE DWELL ON SAM FOR MORE THAN A FEW SECONDS!
Sam is a cinnamon roll, but I need him find his inner chihuahua. Get a little loud and rowdy
Sam's name need to be in that book.
Sebastian has nice shoulders
Sarah is just the best. I love her honesty and her love and care for her family. I'm so glad they included this beautiful dark skin black woman in a positive way sans stereotypes. Like her children's father is deceased and not just absent or in jail. I appreciate that because chances are she had a healthy black marriage which isn't too often portrayed in media. Despite it being more common place than we're led to believe.
Okay, now, Anthony's double looked nothing like him. Arms too long, too tall, much thinner. SMH. But he was killing it.
Overall the vibe of this episode was more palatable. I got more Sam and I am as happy as a lark. Not since the first episode have I been caught off guard by the ending and wished for more.
Why couldn't all the episodes have been like this?
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vegas run. (I)
plot: it’s the annual las vegas run. let’s see what kinda trouble you get into this year!
A/N: this is an ongoing series! the first part is fairly long sorry. i currently have about 4k written so i’m excited for what’s to come. hope yall like <3 shoutout to ellie for letting me ramble abt this
masterlist!
Being invited to the annual Las Vegas run with the boys was something you had gotten used to. As Baze’s best friend from back home, you’d been to more events than you could even remember after he’d joined Machine Gun Kelly. It’d taken a couple years for them to blow up, but Baze would always ask you to fly out to Cleveland for the little things, release parties, New Years Eve, even Kells’ birthday once you’d gotten familiar with the other guys.
The Las Vegas tradition had started as an accident. You’d been with the band on their tour for a couple of cities, staying in the small tour bus that they were using this time around. It was kinda cramped with all the band, the constants slew of guests, and the little after-show parties every day. After the Vegas show, you guys had decided to party outside instead. There’d been an all-night rager in different casinos, clubs flashing their lights only to entice your friends in. Then, the bus had broken down, and it had started storming, and before you knew it, the next few shows were rescheduled, and you were stuck in Las Vegas.
It had been a week of straight craziness, constant drunkness, and chasing after Kells who had suddenly decided to mix alcohol and mushrooms. But it had been a great week, and you’d gotten closer to all the boys, learning more about them with every single incident gone wrong.
After that, Colson had decided to schedule a week-long break on those dates, marking it down as a tradition every year. He made sure you were always invited, and kept it as close to the people that were there the first time around as he could.
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You’d forgotten about the Las Vegas run this year around. Things had been so hectic recently, with you opening up your own business and dealing with customers day in and out. At first, you’d started online with just a couple of orders, but after a mean deal done with one of the biggest designer companies, you’d landed your own well-deserved store with customers aplently.
The phone call came around 4pm, phone lighting up with the words Machine Gun Kelly. You hesitated for a second, wondering why he would be calling you on a random Thursday, but decided to pick up after looking around to make sure any customer was being attended to.
“Y/N!” Colson’s voice came through loud across your phone speakers.
“Hey man! What’s up, how have you been?” you questioned, pulling the phone back from your ear just a little.
“I’m good, just finished up the tour for this summer and we’re back in LA right now,” he answered, and you smiled, knowing all of this already since Baze had shown up to your store the day before with his lovely girlfriend, proud of everything you’d accomplished.
“I heard,” you started before he cut you off suddenly.
“Sorry, I know you’re working and all right now. I don’t wanna take up time, but I was hoping you’re still coming to the Vegas run?” he rambled out, and you rolled your lip into your mouth, suddenly remembering.
“Oh fuck, yeah it’s next week right?” you asked, fingers tapping on the desk as you already tried to come up with a way to get your assistant manager to cover the store for the week.
“Yeah. Baze was telling me you have the shop and all, but I wanted to ask you anyway. Wouldn’t be a Vegas run without you,” he murmured and you relished in the last few words before clearing your throat.
“I’ll try and work something out. Text me the details?” you spoke back, seeing your sales assistant walking towards you.
“Yeah of course,” he replied before you exchanged byes and shut off the phone.
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It took a lot of bargaining, but soon you were clear for the next week. You had to come in on Saturday to finish up tasks and stay late a couple nights this week to sort out products, but other than that, your assistant manager was prepared to take over.
Taking a quick break for lunch, you stepped out, eager to soak in the sun as much as you could before staying in late tonight. Walking to the corner of the block, you decided to treat yourself with one of the special milkshakes from Luca’s Diner. It was a hotspot for the locals, sugary goodness & crunchy cereal sprinkled into every shake they made.
That’s when you spotted a familiar Aston Martin, violet purple standing out amongst the wave of other cars. Parked on the curb, the car seemed to be empty and you stepped into the diner, eager to find the owner.
The diner was flowing with people, chatter lighting up the air as you tried to spend a minute looking for Colson’s figure somewhere. Eventually giving up, you walked toward the counter, already smiling at the idea of having a sugar rush.
“Hi! Welcome to Luca’s. What can I get for you?” the cashier asked, fingers tapping away at the screen.
“Hey, can I get a Cinnamon Crunch Delight with extra whipped cream?” you answered, hands going into your pockets to pull out your card.
“And a basket of fries!” came a voice behind you, and suddenly there was a hand dropping around your shoulders.
You turned up to look at Colson standing there, grinning down at you as he said, “What Y/N? C’mon I’m paying.”
You smiled back at him, before gesturing to the cashier, who looked a little star-struck.
“Fries. Uhm, got it. Anything else?”
“I think we’re good,” he answered, moving his arm off you to grab his wallet. You sidestepped as he paid, waiting by the milkshake machine.
You hadn’t seen Colson in almost six months, both of you busy with different things. The last time you’d hung out was during his New Year’s Eve party and honestly, half of that night was its own blur.
“How’ve you been pretty lady?” he asked, walking over to you.
You looked up at him, taking in the drastically different look he was sporting. His hair was fluffier than you’d ever seen it, poofing up at the tops. As he tucked his wallet back in, you spotted the designs done on his nails & smiled a little.
“Busy! It feels like the phone never stops ringing,” you laughed out, fingers sliding on the counter.
For some reason, you felt the inkling of something fluttering in your stomach. You didn’t know what it was, but the concept of having a crush on your best friend’s brother figure didn’t sound good to you. So you willed yourself out of it before speaking again, “How bout you rockstar?”
“Can’t complain here,” he moved both his hands up, waving them around in jazz hands, “Touring just ended so I’m gonna probably go crash in bed for the next few days.”
“I caught your Miami show that day!” you exclaimed as his face suddenly became puzzled.
“You were in Miami and you didn’t tell us?” he asked, voice pitching higher as the question fell out of his mouth.
“No,” you laughed again, waving him off, “my assistant went and she eagerly sent me a few hundred videos of you guys doing your thing.”
He smiled at that, hand running through the messy hair before turning towards the counter, grabbing his fries. A second later, your milkshake came out and you picked it up, eyes catching the clock on the wall. You should’ve been back in the office a couple of minutes ago.
“Hey, do you wanna come around to the store? If you’re free that is,” you offered, as he walked ahead of you to a table.
“Oh dude yeah! That’d be dope, I wanna see your genius creations,” he gushed, plopping onto a seat.
You hesitated at the table before deciding it would just be easier to eat here anyway, less of a mess to clean up later. You knew that Sarah, your assistant, would be blowing up your phone soon, but you sat down anyway.
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You’d missed him you realized suddenly as he rambled on about a tour story. One you’d probably end up hearing again from Baze anyway. It was weird, missing Colson when you guys weren’t that close anyways.
You’d been there for the big moments, but always as Baze’s friend first, and you wondered when that’d turned into being Colson’s friend too.
Flashing back to the last tour, you remembered sneaking out with Kells right before shows, getting high in bathrooms together, even making smoothies at 3am, waking up the rest of the guys as you blended away different mixtures. Maybe that’s when the scale had tipped, and why he seemed so at ease around you, legs stretched out, foot kicking against your ankles.
“Y/N, dude your phone!!” he emphasized, hand knocking at your arm as you clicked back into action.
“Oh shit,” you mumbled before picking it off the tabletop.
There were 2 missed calls and four very angry texts and you stood up, not wanting to lose the week off you had leveraged with Sarah. You were the manager, but she was much more organized and often kept you on track.
“That’s my assistant. C’mon we can finish your story at the store,” you uttered, grabbing your untouched milkshake as you left the crowded diner.
“Yo can I leave my car here?” he asked, stumbling behind you.
You nodded, knowing that his car wouldn’t get towed anytime soon as you sped past the few stores to get into your own.
He matched your pace, and soon you both were stepping in, his eyes lighting up at your outfits lining up the front.
“Woah,” he breathed out as you spotted Sarah in the office.
“Sorry, sorry I got caught up. What’s up?” you ran over to her, making sure to place your milkshake on the table away from your company computer.
“Finally! The fabric company’s on the line, something about the lace you ordered? I didn’t get what outfit they were talking about,” she uttered, handing over the phone as she moved out of the way.
“Oh fuck, the off-white one?” you asked as she nodded, and you groaned before picking up the phone.
“Hi Mr.Hand, So sorry to keep you waiting. What’s the situation looking like,” you started, grabbing your chair before you settled into your desk.
As the company started describing statistics, your eyes wandered, seeing Colson walk around the little store you had. He was peering at every outfit, the shirts put out, and you stopped yourself from grinning as he ran his hands over the chained pants you’d created this morning.
Within a second, Sarah was on him, and you stifled a laugh as she fell quiet, staring at him. He smiled, introducing himself with a handshake and you saw her physically shake off the nerves as she went on her sales pitch.
Within ten minutes, you’d fixed the issue, bringing up the idea of another distributor sneakily in order to sweeten the deal. Dropping the phone back, you pushed off your seat, picking up your shake.
Sipping at it, you groaned a little at the taste of it all, relieved that it was still good after waiting. Colson was sitting near the counters, swiveling around on the seats as Sarah fiddled behind it.
“Sorry bout that, things are kinda insane now,” you offered, walking up to where he was. He swirled around once more, before planting his feet, looking up at you.
“Nah, you’re all good. This is really fucking cool,” he praised and you smiled at his words, trying not to revel in them too much.
“I see you’ve met Sarah,” you motioned and she looked up awkwardly, giving you eyes before smiling at him.
“Yeah, hope Y/N hasn’t been driving you too crazy,” he said, knowing that you guys had just opened.
“Other than not letting us come in hungover, she’s been good,” Sarah scoffed, regret immediately flowing on her face as she caught your eye.
You laughed, letting her know that it was okay and she eased up a little as Colson continued, “Hungover? I’ve seen her much worse, believe me, the rule’s kept for a good reason.”
You shoved his shoulder and he moved a little, chair still swiveling around. Getting up, he moved back over to the pants you’d laid out this morning and Sarah took the opportunity to lean over, whispering, “Machine Gun Kelly just comes waltzing into our store?”
You scrunched up your face before whispering back, “Yeah total accident. I didn’t even know he was in the area.”
You both looked over at him as he picked up the pants, viewing them closer before he moved over to the full-length mirror standing in the side of the store.
“I can take things over for tonight, you know? Like if you wanna go hang with him?” Sarah offered, taking in the way your gaze lingered on him for a half a second more.
“No, it’s okay. I already have you working all day next week. I don’t wanna add more into it,” you murmured, watching Colson pose, hands gripping onto the pants out of the corner of your eye.
“Oh shut up Y/N. You’re still young, go enjoy your 20s bitch,” Sarah uttered back, trying not to laugh at the way your eyes widened.
“You sure?” you asked, trying not to let the happiness take over your face.
“Yeah. I mean it, go hang,” she smiled, and you grabbed her face, smacking a kiss on her cheek.
“I owe you everything,”’ you whispered and she blushed it off, clearing her throat as Colson walked back over.
“I kinda wanna buy these,” he said, holding the chained pants up, and you raised an eyebrow.
Within minutes, Sarah had completed the purchase and eagerly hinted at you being free until you had thrown a look, begging her to stop.
“So I’m guessing you’re free for the rest of the day?” he had asked, laughing as you rolled your eyes.
“I guess I am. You got anything in mind?” you mumbled, packing in your purse.
“You wanna come over? I know the guys been missing you,” he said, and you licked your lips, deciding to test the waters.
“Just the guys? I thought I was special Colson,” you mockingly stated, hand clutching at your heart.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve missed you too loser,” he spoke, and you grinned as he led the way out back to his car.
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Walking into the house, you were immediately hit with the smell of something baking. You couldn’t quite place it but as Colson closed the door behind him, he mumbled out, “Dub’s making baked mac,” with such a fondness in his tone that you laughed.
It took five minutes, and then you were grilling up turkey burgers with Rook, laughing as Slim offered you another shot of Patron. It felt oddly like coming home, and you soaked it in, knowing that your own house was empty and cold.
Baze was gone when you got there, and you chalked it up to the fact that he wanted to spend time with his girl. Another girl wandered around the house, easily slipping into the chaos and you felt the nerves start to build back up. Colson tracked you watching her and then he swooped in right behind you again as you flipped over a patty.
“That’s Olivia, my assistant,” he murmured into your ear, and you brushed him away, feeling way too close.
“Who said I was asking hotshot,” you whipped out at him, as he leaned against the countertop, red Solo cup in hand.
“Saw you looking,” he replied, taking a sip, smirk showing in his eyes.
“Oh yeah? What else was I looking at,” you asked, voice tilting up at him.
“That’s for me to know,” he murmured, and you scoffed as he stuck his tongue out at you, lips still wet from the drink.
Then, Baze strolled into the house, Ellie right behind him and you dropped the spatula, running over to give them both bear hugs. You could hear Colson’s laugh echoing behind you.
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After dinner, you attempted to head out before realizing your car was still at work. It was a dumb move on your part and you wondered if it was worth an Uber ride or if you should just ask one of the guys to drop you off.
“Whatcha thinkin?” Rook shouted, scrolling on his phone as the music blasted through the speakers.
“If I should order an Uber!” you shouted back, cupping your hands around your mouth to get the words across. He didn’t seem to hear you, shaking his head and you sighed it off, pulling out your phone to download the app.
A second later, Kells showed up, pulling your phone out of your hands, going, “I’ll drive you back.”
You throw him a little glare, but soften up as he hands you back your phone. Following him back into his Aston, you smiled up at him grateful for the ride. Next week was going to be a mess.
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UA Idol | Chapter Eleven
Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader
Word Count: 4,209
Warnings: Language, big nerves
A/N: IT’S THE FIRST DAMN CHALLENGE! There are two more and I low key may have just introduced all the other supporting characters in the story so 👀 I hope you enjoy this one. It took a while to write because of the length and also. the fact that it’s welcome week at my college and I work at a bookstore (RIP). I’ve been working so much, and not to mention the homework I’m getting for classes (DOUBLE RIP). But yeah, I hope this chapter is to your liking, and I will make a song list for everyone under the chapter! I do recommend listening to the version of Halsey’s Graveyard stripped because that was a game changer for that song for me. I listen to that one more than the original HAHA. Anyways, enjoy!
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Sitting through the pop singers did not calm your nerves in the slightest. You already knew Mina and Denki were really good, but you soon found out that they weren’t the only ones. Especially when you heard Kirishima. He took Denki’s advice, and decided to sing Golden by Harry Styles. And to say you were impressed with the only acoustic version of one of Harry’s most hype songs was an understatement. And his voice was crazy good, and contrary to what he’d said previously you bet he could join Katsuki in singing rock songs. You’d have to tell him that later. “You know, this is only making me feel worse,” you say to Shinsou. All of the pop singers had finished their genre challenge performances and were waiting backstage to come out in lines and be told if they made it to the next part of Hell Week. The judges were currently speaking in hushed voices and choosing who would go through, and who would not go through. “You and me both. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about. You’re still better than everyone else who’s gone up there so far,” Shinsou whispers the last part to you, and you can’t help but smile. “Same to you, loser. Now, what did you think of everyone?”
“Denki and Mina killed it, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“Now as for Kirishima, I was pleasantly surprised. I knew he was already a loud guy, so hearing him go from straight belting at times to a small little falsetto was very interesting and very nice to the ear.”
“Yeah, not to mention his range is amazing.”
“Right? It was insane. Oh, and another person who stood out was the guy with the silver hair who kind of sounded like Kirishima. He was very similar to him, and he even sang Adore You.”
“Yeah, I noticed that too. It’s kind of funny, they were like almost the exact same person. You know who caught my eye?”
“Who?”
“That blonde girl. You can tell she’s a little… wild. Especially with her song pick, I never expected anyone in a million years to ever sing a Chainsmokers song, especially Don’t Let Me Down, with only a piano backing them.”
“Yeah, that caught me off guard, gonna be honest. She did have a lot of energy and her voice was really good though. Fits that genre of singers, so I bet she’ll get through. She can also move, which is always a perk for performers. But, do you know what I just can’t get over?”
“The fact that we had to leave our cats with cat sitters?”
“Well, yes, thank you so much for reminding me of that, but also how absolutely wholesome the kid with the green hair was. Not gonna lie, it kind of made me want to die. I mean, he really came in here and sang Imagine. Of all songs, Imagine by John Lennon. That is so ballsy and when Aizawa commented on how ballsy it was this fucker answers with, ‘I didn’t choose it because it was popular, I chose it because I believe that someday we can achieve that level of peace.’ What the fuck.” You laugh at his disbelief before nodding your head. “I totally agree. That was low-key hilarious though, Aizawa just sighed and Toshinori almost squealed because he loved that answer. It was like he was in a pageant and answering the world peace question. Wait, hold on, speaking of ballsy, what about the blonde guy who looks like he could be a part of a boyband singing Africa by Toto.”
“I know! He pulled a meme, I literally had to reach over and grab your arm to keep from fucking screaming. I mean, I know pretty much everyone else did, but I need to keep up my little mysterious façade I’ve got going on here.”
“I mean, you just don’t show emotions like that, but yeah. You’re just too mysterious.”
“Shut up. I am mysterious. Almost as mysterious as that girl with the short hair and long bangs who looks like a literal cinnamon roll and then came in belting I Will Always Love You.”
“You could only dream of being that mysterious sir,” you tease him, and he rolls his eyes, but his smile deceives him. He went to fire something back, only to be told by all the producers that everyone had to quiet down again because the judges had made their decisions. You and Shinsou both nervously watched as they turned away about half of the pop singers that were there, and you two nearly broke each other’s hands when Denki and Mina showed up on the stage. “Oh, they are definitely getting through, look at who they’re with,” Shinsou whispers in your ear, and you look at the rest of the line-up. Kirishima and all the other acts you and Shinsou had just discussed were all in a line onstage. Sure enough, they all made it through to the next round.
“Knew that would happen,” Shinsou says and you nod. “So, who’s up next?”
“Country. But there’s only a few of them,” Shinsou says, and you lean back in your chair. “I wonder how many of these guys will make me feel incompetent,” you say, and Shinsou snorts. “None of them should, doesn’t matter how talented someone else is, it doesn’t lessen yours in the slightest.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet,” you say, grinning while poking his arm. He smiles at you and shrugs. “I try, kitten.” You both see Mina, Denki, and Kirishima walking back to their seats in the pop genre section and give them a thumbs up. They all look actually ecstatic and return the positive hand gestures. “How much do you wanna bet Denki and Mina will wanna go out for celebratory drinks after this?” you ask Shinsou and he groans. “Shit, you’re right.”
“How about we feign sickness and have them go and we just, you know, stay at the hotel,” you suggest, and he gives you a side eye. “Yeah, like they’ll fall for that.” He has a fair point, and you sigh. Maybe if you get through the first round you’ll be up for it. As long as Shinsou will be there, it won’t be too bad.
The country genre starts up and everyone in the category jumps right into the southern swing. There aren’t nearly as many as the pop category, which is odd. There truly aren’t a lot of country singers in this competition, now that you think about it. To be fair, when live shows come around, it’s very intense and since the majority of the singers in the competition are pop singers, country can definitely get lost in the mix. Oh well, the singers who are going are actually really good, so maybe this year it’ll change up a bit. One of the country singers who really caught your eye was this little short girl with long dark green dyed hair. She had this cute little bow pulling it back and had this little southern charm, but her style was more of a mix of country and singer-songwriter you noticed. Not all of the words she sang had that good ‘ol country twang to them, but it was still there. It could have been the song choice of making Before He Cheats into an acoustic (she played her own black acoustic guitar decorated with cute frog stickers), but you’d have to see more of her to be completely sure. She was really really good, though. And sure enough, she made it to the next round.
Up next is rock. You look over to see Bakugou with a stone cold unmoving resting bitch face. From what you know from the guy, this was normal. “If his singing is anything like his yelling, he’s one hell of a rockstar,” Shinsou says to you, which causes you to laugh. He was right, his screaming was pretty loud, gritty, and impressive, so that statement was true. And his singing was similar to that style as well. Even though he did a low-key song by a rock band, Good Riddance by Green Day, he still managed to get that rocker vibe with it. It was probably because of how angrily he played his guitar. That poor guitar. He wasn’t the only rock singer that really stood out though. “I’m not trying to judge because I know I look like a pretty miserable and intimidating guy too, but did you see that guy with the long gray hair and no will to live?”
“Yeah, I saw him. Heard him, too. Didn’t realize anyone could make Disenchanted by MCR even sadder than it was already,” you say. It’s true, that guy had a really good voice, sort of similar to Gerard Way’s actually, but christ he made the song sadder than the original somehow. Then of course there was this mysterious guy who was wearing a black face mask to compliment the all black outfit paired with the multiple layered red choker and long black cardigan he was wearing. Somehow, he still sounded great and barely muffled, but it was such a weird visual. It was fitting for the genre though, and you can respect the brand. A cover of Creep sung by someone who covered half of his face was spot on for the song’s meaning. And his purple electric guitar with the symbol of a raven on it was pretty dope, you have to admit.
“Look, it’s Denki’s crush,” Shinsou says as the girl with the purple hair walked on the stage. Denki’s going for a rocker, huh? Fitting, he needs someone intense to balance out his stupid. And intense this girl was, she sang a killer rendition of That’s What You Get, and when you looked over at Denki you could have sworn his pupils turned into little hearts. Unsurprisingly, all of them got in, and Kirishima almost started crying when he realized Bakugo was through as well.
The producers then decided to combine the r&b and hip-hop genres at the last minute, making it the second largest category. But you didn’t mind sitting there and listening because, again, there were some really talented people in the categories. Especially the guy with the long black hair and infectious smile who sang Red Red Wine and absolutely and totally brought the reggae vibe. You could just tell he would sing something like that, too, the minute he got onstage wearing a drug rug and long flowy pants. You honestly dug his aesthetic and his voice, and so did Shinsou considering you both started dancing in your seats the minute the song started. To be fair, though, it’s a good fucking song. Another guy who caught your attention was a dude with a shit ton of piercings, you notices four on his ear, an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing, and when he was singing you saw a tongue piercing too. His black hair was messy and almost completely covered his eyes, but you could just tell that he was intense. Take What You Want by Post Malone never sounded so dark and angry. They both made it to the next round.
Next thing you knew, it was your category. The smallest category. And much to your bad luck, you were the last one to audition. Luckily, Shinsou was second to last. “Think that was on purpose?” he asks you as you wait backstage. “What do you mean?”
“The judges like to be dramatic on this show. They said we were top two material in general auditions... think they made us the final two on purpose?” You hadn’t thought about that. But you have to say, it does make sense. “Huh. Wild. Guess we better pull out all the stops then.”
“Original?”
“Obviously,” you grin, and he returns it. “Well, might as well do the song I wrote based off of that old high school friend Monoma I told you about.”
“The one where he went to LA for college and wound up coming back to Japan all... different?”
“That’s the one. I feel like I need to be that poetic and mysterious guy and what better song to sing when we’re here. In LA.”
“Yeah, yeah okay Mr. Mysterious. As for me, I’ll just be sad singing about, you know, him.”
“Still warning you in advance, if I ever meet this guy, I’m literally fighting him. And I’m winning,” Shinsou says, and you can’t stop the smile that breaks out across your face. You don’t see it, but your smile causes him to smile. And then the two of you are just cheesing about each other without actually telling each other y’all are the reason for your cheesing. How cute.
Watching the other singer-songwriters do their thing was really fun for you, actually. There was a girl with a jet-black ponytail who did an amazing cover of Skinny Love. Your favorite thing about her was how creative she got with the guitar during it, she added a few new riffs and really just showed her skill with the instrument. Then there was the guy who had like absolutely no presence or personality until he started playing his guitar and singing What Do I Know by Ed Sheeran. He immediately came to life and everyone was bumping to it. His hair was also dyed half red and half white which looked really cool. And then there was the guy who had the typical nerdy indie look with his glasses and navy-blue hair. He played the piano instead of the usual guitar for his cover of Cherry Wine by Hozier and absolutely smashed it. Now none of this helped your nerves, but luckily Shinsou was there to put a brave face on for you and keep you relaxed. Then, it was finally his turn. You could tell he was nervous since he can only hide his emotions from you so much, so instead of psyching him out more, you just grabbed his hand and gave it a little squeeze. He’s the type of person who needs a physical reminder that everything would be okay, and so far, every time you’ve done that action with him, it’s helped calm him down faster than words could. Sure enough, it worked, and he gave you a small smile before walking out onstage. For his performance he’s playing the piano, so he walked over and sat down. “Hello again,” Midnight says, smiling at him. “What will you be singing for this challenge?” Keigo asks, and Shinsou clears his throat. “Um, I have another original for you all.” He could hear the crowd murmur and see a few people whispering to each other. No one had ever really done an original at Hell Week before. They all thought that the judges saying that in the beginning was a joke because of how intense this week could be. Well everyone except Mina and Denki of course.
“That’s great! What’s it called?” Toshinori asks. “Dying In LA.”
“I like the title. Whenever you’re ready,” Aizawa says, and Shinsou nods. He begins playing the opening, before taking a breath and singing.
“The moment you arrived they built you up;
The sun was in your eyes.
You couldn't believe it.
Riches all around, you're walking
Stars are on the ground.
You start to believe it.
Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you.
You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.
But nobody knows you now,
When you're dying in LA.
And nobody owes you now,
When you're dying in LA.
When you're dying in LA.”
People immediately started cheering the minute he did his little rocker dying thing. And he loved it. He could honestly get used to that.
“When you're dying in LA.
The power, the power, the power…
Oh, the power, the power, the power
Of LA.
Nights at the chateau;
Trapped in your sunset bungalow,
You couldn't escape it, yeah.
Drink of paradise,
They told you ‘Put your blood on ice.
You're not gonna make it.’
Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you.
You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.
But nobody knows you now,
When you're dying in LA.
And nobody owes you now,
When you're dying in LA.
When you're dying in LA.
When you're dying in LA.
The power, the power, the power…
Oh, the power, the power, the power
Of LA”
As expected, everyone was dead silent for a moment before breaking out into applause. Even the judges gave him a standing ovation. And you had to follow literally the most perfect human being and songwriter. Nice. The judges aren’t really permitted to say anything after the performance because they need to just listen to the singing and judge off of that, so Shinsou walks offstage and back over to you. “I warmed them up for you,” he says, and you snort. “Wow, thanks. Maybe next time don’t be that amazing.”
“Hmmm, that’s a tall order, kitten.”
“Yeah, my bad, can’t ask someone perfect to be less perfect.”
“You’re right about that, which is why your performance is going to be much better than mine was,” he pats your head with a grin, before shooing you onstage. You walk on, clutching your guitar as you greet the judges. “Hey chickadee, you gonna sing an original for us too?” Hawks asks, and Midnight hits his arm. “Don’t just go assuming that she also has an original prepared, what if she doesn’t? Do you know how stressed out that would make her you glorified Kentucky Fried Chicken Colonel!”
“Actually, I do have an original prepared.”
“Oh, well in that case I’m excited to hear it! What’s it called?”
“Graveyard,” you respond, and Aizawa motions for you to begin whenever you’re ready. You take a deep breath before strumming away, picking at the strings of your guitar to make the melody you’d written so long ago. Then, you open your mouth.
“It's crazy when
The thing you love the most is the detriment;
Let that sink in.
You can think again,
When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and
You're nothin' but skin.
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running.
They say I may be making a mistake,
I would've followed all the way, no matter how far.
I know when you go down all your darkest roads,
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
I keep running when both my feet hurt,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard (no, oh).
You look at me (look at me)
With eyes so dark, don't know how you even see,
You push right through me (push right through me).
It's gettin' real.
You lock the door, you're drunk at the steering wheel,
And I can't conceal.
Oh, 'cause I've been diggin' myself down deeper,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running.
They say I may be making a mistake,
I would've followed all the way, no matter how far.
I know when you go down all your darkest roads,
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
I keep running when both my feet hurt,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads,
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.
Oh, it's funny how…
The warning signs can feel like they're butterflies…
Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
I keep running when both my feet hurt,
I won't stop 'til I get where you are.
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads,
I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.”
Just like Shinsou, there was a moment of silence before everyone applauded. This was a weird feeling. You’d never really sung an original song in front of a crowd of people this big before, and you never expected to have celebrities give your original song a standing ovation. But here you were, Hell Week in UA Idol, and this feeling was honestly something you could get used to. You’re just happy people enjoyed it. You hurry offstage and go over to Shinsou who immediately encapsulates you in a hug. Huh. That’s new. You don’t hate it though. This is actually… pretty nice. He gives good hugs. And you love the lavender scent he gives off, it almost gives him a lavender hue, actually. “You did amazing, (Y/n). Better than I ever could,” he tells you with a small grin. But it doesn’t look like he’s jealous. If anything, he looks proud. Like he’s proud of you. Like you just did something that made him feel happier than anything in the world. You liked him looking at you like that. You want him to look at you like that more. “That’s a lie, you’re the best singer-songwriter I know.”
“That’s because you’ve never actually met yourself other than looking in a mirror. If you actually knew you, you’d take that statement back.”
You’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you blush. The producers ushered you all in a different room, allowing the judges time to talk about who was going through and who wasn’t. You and Shinsou stuck to each other like glue and tried to ignore the stares and looks at you two. That was when the guy with the navy-blue hair approached the two of you, and kind of screamed, but you could tell that he was just using his regular talking voice. “You’re both very talented! I hope one day I am able to write songs like that!”
“Hey, thanks man. I’m sure if you tried right now you could write songs like ours; everyone has the ability to write something good if they have the drive,” Shinsou tells him, and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride swell up in your chest. Shinsou was a really good person. And you were his friend. How did you get so lucky? “My name is Tenya Iida! It’s a pleasure to meet both of you, and I hope we all get through so I can talk to you both about songwriting some more,” he says, a big smile on his face as he sticks out his… very large hand. It wasn’t for a handshake or anything. The man just talks with his hands. You could see the callouses on his fingers from the guitar, though. Gotta love that. Since the singer-songwriter genre was the smallest, the judges seemed to make their decisions very quickly. You and Shinsou watched as people got turned away and as other got through to the next round. Iida, the guy with the dyed hair, and the girl with the black ponytail all made it through to the next round, which you were happy about. They were all very talented and deserved it 100%. But now, the only people who were left in the genre and the entire competition were you and Shinsou. “Do you think we didn’t make it?”
“Well… honestly I don’t know. If we didn’t, at least we got some exposure. Maybe someone will see us, and you can pay off your student loans and I can pay off my mom’s medical bills.”
“And maybe then you could go to university. I know you’ve always wanted to go to school for a music production major.”
He looks over at you with kind of big eyes. How did you know about that? He may have mentioned it off-hand like once while you, Mina, and Denki were around. Did you really just pay attention to him like that? And if you did, why did it just make his heart literally skip a beat? What is going on? Before he could even ask you, the producers gave you two the go-ahead to go onstage. You both walked out, obviously very nervous, but you stopped in the middle. “Well, well, well,” Midnight says, leaning into her microphone. “I bet you two are probably freaking out because what kind of line up of people is two people, right?” Keigo asks, and you both nod. “See, I told you. They know fear. Recording artists would be nothing without fear. These two are something,” Aizawa says, pointing at the two of you. Did the Shouta Aizawa just say the two of you were something? What? “Well, you don’t need to be nervous!” Toshinori screams, smiling very wide at the two of you. “Yeah, after all, we can’t just leave our top two in Hell Week,” Midnight says.
“Congratulations, Shinsou and (Y/n). You’re moving on to the next challenge.”
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Song list:
Kirishima | Golden - Harry Styles
Mina | If I Were A Boy - The Queen, Beyoncé
Denki | Old Me - 5 Seconds of Summer
TetsuTetsu | Adore You - Harry Styles
Toga | Don’t Let Me Down - The Chainsmokers
Midoriya | Imagine - John Lennon
Mirio | Africa - Toto
Uraraka | I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston
Tsu | Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood
Bakugo | Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day
Shigaraki | Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance
Tokoyami | Creep - Radiohead
Jirou | That’s What You Get - Paramore
Sero | Red Red Wine - UB40
Dabi | Take What You Want - Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osbourne & Travis Scott
Momo | Skinny Love - Bon Iver
Todoroki | What Do I Know - Ed Sheeran
Iida | Cherry Wine - Hozier
Shinsou | Dying In LA - Panic! At The Disco
(Y/n) | Graveyard (Stripped) - Halsey
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