#they just have a fucking hoarde of his hoodies
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This has probably been requested before, but I had this idea and wanted to share.
My personal headcanon is that Vox keeps his room super cold to help with all the electronics (I took an animation class and that room was always freezing!). So, reader naturally has a blanket hoard that they bury in like a dragon buries itself in treasure.
Not sure if this was something you wanted to write about, but wanted to share regardless!
BRO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS IDEA BRINGS ME JOY! YES! I saw a request the other day about the idea of Vox having his aquarium connected to his bedroom and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Also, it drives me insane we only have the name for one of his sharks. In a high stroke of genius, I've decided the other shark is named Spark. Vark and Spark. This is my canon now, amazon be damned.
Cool Temperatures [Vox x Reader Headcanons NSFW Mentioned]
(NSFW writing under the cut. Minors stay away <3)
Vox was never one to get too cold. In fact, if anything, the infernal blazes of Hell proved to be a nuisance when it came to day-to-day life for the overlord. To combat this, Vox's room had every state-of-the-art cooling system known to every ring of Hell. A solid 27% of the electricity bill for the tower was consumed by the air conditioners and the aquarium from the meeting room that connected to his room above.
You need every blanket and hoodie in the Pride Ring to stay warm in his room. It was large, it was dark, and it was fucking cold. When you went into his room for the first time, it had been on your third date. You'd both gotten a little tipsy and were eagerly pulling each other's clothes off when the large double doors (dude is bougie as fuck) slid open when you were nearly knocked over with what felt like the fucking tundra.
Of course, Vox teased you with a shit-eating grin as he watched you shiver. You'd tried to complain about the ridiculous temperature as you attempted to pull your shirt back on, but Vox's hands were on your wrists in an instant. The way your body reacted to the cold was one of his new favorite things. He relished in the way goosebumps decorated your skin and he wasted no time in showing you just how much he appreciated how the cold affected your tits.
It didn't take as much convincing as he expected when he asked you to move in with him. Only after a few months of dating, he was already determined to spend the rest of eternity with you. He expected you to protest due to how many times you woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold because Vox kicked all the covers off in his sleep. He expected you to hesitate because of how much you hated getting out of bed due to the cold. But instead, you said yes immediately.
"Yeah, waking up in the morning sucks," you admit as he questions your willingness. "But on the mornings you haven't left early for work, it's worth it because you're there."
Vox was so unbelievably whipped from that day on. He went to the development team and had them make you a giant heated bean bag that you used obsessively. He'd lost track of the number of times he'd come home late after a long day at work, only to find you wrapped up in a dozen blankets and in your favorite hoodie, all cozied up on the shark patterned heat.
Sometimes you have to kick his ass for stealing your hoodies. He didn't need them! You needed them! You were going to turn into a popsicle, meanwhile a refrigerator might as well have given birth to your silly boyfriend. He just liked making you try to take it off of him. And he liked that it smelled like you.
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what type of bitch every creepypasta is💀
What type of bitch every creepypastas is💀😭
Jeff the killer - the type of bitch who will act like he’s cool but is suddenly scared when you pull out a lighter.
Slenderman - the type of bitch who acts like a mom
Ben drowned - the type of bitch who purposely annoys everyone
Sally - the type of bitch who pretends to be innocent but she’s really a little trouble maker
Puppeteer - the type of bitch who will manipulate you and than gaslight you.
Eyeless Jack - the type of bitch who would use you as a dummy for medical practice lmao
Jason the Toymaker - the type of bitch who hoards all of his belongings
Laughing Jack - the type of bitch who makes really shitty jokes that only a few think are actually funny
Laughing Jill - the type of bitch who gives off horse girl vibes.
Nathan the nobody - the type of bitch that has way to bad anger issues
Nina the killer - the type of bitch that acts like a pick me.
Lazari - the type of bitch you would have to push off a building just to get her to move
Jane the killer - the type of bitch who makes every argument about Jeff
Ticci-Toby - the type of bitch who will cause an accident and then say “wasn’t me.” Then blame it on one of his close friends.
Masky - the type of bitch who needs to chill tf out on smoking and alcohol
Hoodie - the type of bitch who seems really straight but he’s really gay with Masky.
Candy Pop - the type of bitch that has mood swings worse than a woman on her period.
Vine the DollMaker - the type of bitch that sits like L and will threaten you with scissors
Lulu - the type of bitch who is really shy
Suicide Sadie - the type of bitch who will start an argument with you and then beat the shit out of you
Kagekao - the type of bitch who gives everyone ‘cutesy’ nicknames…
Trenderman - the type of bitch who will hold a whole ass photoshoot at the mansion
Offenderman - the type of bitch who is literally, canonically, a rapist.
Splendorman - the type of bitch who isn’t actually a bitch and is just really fucking wholesome and sweet
Nurse Ann - the type of bitch who has resting bitch face.
Papa grande - the type of bitch who acts and sounds like Caine from TADC
Smile dog - the type of bitch who will bite you….cause why tf not?
Dr. Smiley - the type of bitch who will just randomly start manically laughing outta no where.
Hobo heart - the type of bitch who will literally steal your heart
Asylum Nancy - the type of bitch who is way too fucking happy and hyper up all the damn time
Stripes - the type of bitch who will have a full on mental breakdown because they saw something adorable or saw a fit, beautiful woman and got jealous
Sadiya - the type of redneck, cowgirl, western bitch.
Clockwork - the type of bitch who will punch you when she laughs
Zero - the type of bitch who always fucking brags about how cool she is.
homicidal liu since @my-jukebox reminded me!: The type of bitch that has his inner emo alpha wolf side.
#creepypasta#eyeless jack#slenderman#creepypasta fandom#jeff the killer#candy pop#jason the toymaker#puppeteer#sally williams#ben drowned#nathan the nobody#zero creepypasta#nurse ann#smile dog#clockwork#zalgo creepypasta#zalgo#hobo heart#kagekao#lulu creepypasta#the dollmaker#hoodie#masky marble hornets#masky#ticci toby#jane the killer#nina the killer#laughing jill#laughing jack#ej creepypasta
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“Don’t lie to me.” and Jamie speak to me on a personal level (f reader) if you maayy
It was happening again. The hoards of paparazzi waiting outside your workplace for you to leave. You chewed on your thumb as you stared out the window, trying to figure out what to do. Jamie told you, no, he insisted you called him whenever it got bad and he would come help you.
Paparazzi was a sensory overload waiting to happen with you. The constant flashing and yelling and the clicking of the cameras on top of them crowding you always sent you into a panic. But Jamie had been so stressed recently due to Zava's involvement in the team, you really didn't want to add to that stress.
"Fuck it," you decided. You threw on your hoody, and sunglasses and steeled yourself before the door. Then your threw it open and were met with flashing and shouting almost instantly.
"Where's Jamie?"
"Have you broken up?"
"Care to comment on the woman Jamie was seen with yesterday?"
"Are you pregnant?"
You pushed through the group, trying to look down and head straight to your car.
Just breath you tried to think. Don't engage, just breath.
"Are you and Jamie getting married?"
"What's it like being involved with a known player?"
"C'mon just give us a smile!"
You felt the fear start to creep in as the swarm moved with you, following you to your car. That ache in your chest appeared and you tried to ground yourself. But the ground seemed to disappear below your feet.
Finally, you made it to your car. Base, you thought, you hoped. But even as you started to back out, the group of cameras didn't let up, blinding you as you tried to get out. You did all you could to not hit anyone as you started to drive away.
You started your drive home, trying to blink away the flashes that stained your vision. You worked on regaining your breath, as you pulled into the drive way. He couldn't know. But of course he would. He could always tell.
"Hey Jamie!" you called as you entered the house.
"Hey, babe!" He called back, standing up to greet you. "How was your- woah, wait a minute..." He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to look at you properly. You begged yourself to look normal, to not be bleary and teary. Jamie stared at you for a long while before the thought formed in his head. "Somethings wrong."
You shook him off, brushing past him. "No! Nothings wrong."
"Hey!" He grabbed onto your arm and pulled you back toward him. "Don't lie to me."
That broke you. You felt the tears you'd be staving off finally start to well in your eyes as you fell into him, letting out a sob. Jamie quickly wrapped himself around you, holding onto you for dear life. He rocked back and forth slightly, comforting you as you just let it all out.
"They were there again..." you murmured when you finally caught your breath.
"They were... the paps? (Y/N) I told you to call me!"
"I didn't want to bother you," You whined, pulling back from him. "You've been so stressed recently, and I didn't want you to worry about me."
"Well, I'm gonna worry about you no matter what," He stated simply. "And I would be a lot less worried if you called me and told me when the paps were swarming yah. I can help." You nodded meekly, looking at your toes. He bring his finger under your chin and nudged you to look up at him. "Yeah?"
You sniffled and nodded. "Yeah."
#jamie tartt#jamie tartt x reader#ted lasso#ted lasso show#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt fanfiction#drabble#fluff
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49. "Stop wearing so much perfume/ aftershave, your scent is intoxicating!" "I'm not wearing anything, that's just how I smell!" for landoscar? :)
49. "Stop wearing so much perfume/ aftershave, your scent is intoxicating!" "I'm not wearing anything, that's just how I smell!"
Lando doesn’t really realize how insanely out of hand it’s gotten until he’s standing in front of his newly made nest and counts four of Oscar’s hoodies tucked between the pillows and blankets.
Now he knew it was a thing, sure. Has noticed how nice Oscar smells. Had taken what he thought was maybe a hoodie or two for that exact reason. But this, this might be a problem. A problem he should probably address, maybe.
So the next time him and Oscar are hanging out, somewhere between FP3 and Quali, lounging around Oscar’s drivers room, Lando puts down his phone, tucks his toes under Oscar’s thigh and says, “Dude, by the way. Can you stop like, wearing so much perfume, or aftershave, or whatever the fuck it is that smells so goddamn intoxicating. It’s making my Omega brain all,” he pulls a face. “Weird. Also, completely unrelated side note, I have some of your hoodies.”
Oscar blinks at him over the top of the book he was reading. It’s the Mark Webber autobiography, because of course it is. “Uh,” he says, frowns. “I don’t. I don’t really wear perfume. Or aftershave. So uh. Whatever is making your Omega brain all weird, I think that’s just how I smell.” He says it carefully, without judgement, but its.
They both know what that means.
“Oh,” Lando says, pulling his knees closer towards himself, untucking his toes from underneath Oscar’s thigh. “Right. Haha. My bad,” he launches himself off the couch then, movements jerky and erratic, and falls towards the door. “I just remembered I have this urgent… Thing. Goodbye.”
“Lando,” Oscar says, getting off the couch himself and grabbing Lando’s arm, making it hard for him to leave. “Wait, don’t.” Lando freezes, stops moving, stares at Oscar with big eyes. He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want Oscar to offer him sweet words and let him down gently and be all nice to him. He wants to go back to his own room, burry himself in his nest, and wallow in self-pity until it’s time to drive the car really fast again.
“Let me show you something,” Oscar says, and then lets go of Lando’s arm and moves towards his bag in the corner of the room.
And like, Lando could totally leave right now. Sprint out of there and avoid Oscar for the rest of the season, somehow. For the rest of their careers. He pulls a face and decides to wait and see what Oscar wants to show him. Just in case.
Oscar pulls a Mclaren hoodie out of his backpack. “See?” He says.
“Okay?” Lando says. He’s not sure what this is supposed to mean. Him and Oscar both know it was never about the actual hoodies part of the stealing hoodies. Lando himself has enough Mclaren hoodies to know he never really put a sizable dent in Oscar’s own collection.
Oscar rolls his eyes. He looks rather fond about it, which is. Lando isn’t endeared by him, shut up. “Just, smell the hoodie, will you?” He says, tossing it at Lando.
Land catches it, buries his nose in the fabric a little skeptically. And, well.
It smells like Oscar, for sure. But more surface level. Like he’s held the hoodie, maybe. Not worn it. And underneath, deeper, soaked into the fabric-
It’s one of Lando’s hoodies.
Lando’s head snaps up, staring at Oscar with wide eyes. Oscar is staring at him a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, so,” he says, and does a little ‘what can I say?’ motion.
“Oh,” Lando says, staring back at the hoodie in his hands. It’s just the one, not the millions Lando seems to be hoarding, but still. It means something, right?
“Yeah,” Oscar says, again. “Oh.” He’s moved closer, is right in front of Lando now, carefully taking the hoodie from his hands and throwing it on the couch behind them. He reaches up, then, touches Lando’s face ever so gently, lets his thumb run over Lando’s cheekbone, making Lando shiver. “Is this okay?” He asks, and he’s so close Lando feels like he’s being wrapped up in that delicious, intoxicating scent, and he feels dumb, somehow. That he never realized it was just Oscar.
“Definitely, totally, yeah, super okay,” he rambles, when the silence stretches a little too long and Oscar looks like he’s going to pull away.
“Okay, good,” Oscar says, smiling softly.
And then he kisses him.
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I loved your ‘NCT Dream as your roommate’ so much! The scenarios really suit them. For some reason I really wanna see a continuation/part 2 of it of what it would be like if they were your roommate and caught feelings for you or some type of them confessing thing that they caught feelings for you by being your roommate XD
first of all thank you!! I really do appreciate it :)))))
Nct Dream as your roommates P2 (finding out they have feelings for you edition)
Mark
it all happened one day when you guys were doing laundry together
you pulled a sweatshirt of his out your laundry bag and when he asked why you had it, you responded with "I don't know, I think you left it in my room plus it smells good"
he in that moment actually giggled like a little school girl
but as soon as he registered he did it, he literally ran from the laundry room saying he had a last minute assignment he forgot for class. like clothes still on the ground
for the first time he closed his door and locked himself and literally paced back and forth now because he was realizing that HE LIKES YOU>??
but now it was weird because beforehand he wasn't weird with you, but NOW how is he supposed to face you?? he can't just be in the same room as you????
he now for the last couple days has been avoiding you, but also you are acutely aware of it because usually he is in your bubble 24/7
so when you knock on his door saturday night and hear him actually scream in his room you kinda scream too
and then you both are screaming and he opens the door and then you're screaming at each other it's a whole ordeal
when you both like come too you are now hysterically laughing at each other
he kinda stop and stares at you and just plainly says "I really like you" and just smiled
and you stared back and simply leaned in and he pulled you towards him pulling you into his room
and you both finished all the laundry the next day including his sheets
Renjun
he already knew he felt some sort of feelings towards you and it was troubling but he hid it pretty well
if he could keep up the room mate besties facade for the entirety of the lease you both held he would be fine
but now it was getting so fucking scary, like like like like you spend so much time in his room, and like around him, he severely underestimated this situation
he would still hoard your hair products so you would have to come into his room and he cherishes the time, even if half of it is you bitching at him for taking your things, it's an endearing bitching
he is a bit repulsed by the way he is almost obsessed with you, but he still manages to wake up every morning at 6 am (the time you wake up everyday) and will make you both coffee and come sit in your bed while you're at your vanity and will listen to your sleepy voice talk about the things you have planned for the day and keep track of when you say you are coming home
the straw that breaks the camel's back is when you come in one morning bitching at him and he turns around to you bitching at him
but bitching at him, only in a towel like 7 inches from your face it's like you know the inner struggle he was going through because of you
so he did what any logical man would, he kissed you, and i mean it effectively stopped your bitching, but now you were also kissing him back and like what the fuck does he do after this
Jeno
when you started wearing his sweatshirts as a house hoodie he kinda only slightly went insane.
he went even more insane when jaemin texted him asking if the he had finally made a move on you since you were wearing his sweatshirt to your 9am chemical engineering lecture.
what did he mean make a move/??
.... was he that obvious.....
what the hell why didn't anyone say anything, WHAT THE FUCK
when you were away during the day he went into your room and found literally 6 of his sweatshirts neatly folded on the edge of your desk that you didn't use
He swiftly excited and had the ignore the butterflies that were fucking rampant in his stomach
when you came home that night and brought home food for the both of you two he felt so babygirl, like tucking his hair behind his ear n shit
the desks you two have, facing each other was proving to be so fucking detrimental to his mental health, he can't peering over his screen to watch you work, and you are too oblivious to the world to notice it so he can deadass do it for 10-15 minutes
Accidentally, he might've actually been making it too obvious, because one day when he walked into the kitchen shirtless and you looked at him over your coffee cup face red and went "you know you aren't super subtle, and I do think you're hot if you're wondering"
he almost passed out, like had to grab to counter type shit
and when you passed him and went "you know we can talk about this, I'll be in your room" and his knees actually buckled trying to run there
Haechan
since he moved in he doesn't really leave you alone, and nothing really changed. like he still follows you everywhere
he thinks he started noticing it around the time that you had become immune to his constant clinginess
when you were sitting at your desk and he draped himself across your back and wrapped his arms around you, you didn't flinch, it was like a part of him died a little bit, but then it also made him want to push you a little bit more
so he started getting in bed with you and the morning when you were still there, and not stealing all of the covers, and wrapping himself around you before your alarm went off again signal you actually had to be up
surprisingly you went along with it, sometimes even tangling a ankle with his or flopping over onto him to turn the alarm off
you've both spend an alarming amount of time together that your entire friend group had a running bet of how long it will take for you two to get together
one evening when you had made dinner for you both and handed him his plate, he leaned over and kissed you on the cheek saying "thank you baby"
and that's when he got you, your face flushing and the tips of your ears bright red, turning away to the sink
you turned around arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed "NOW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT" spaghetti plate now long forgotten on the counter behind you
"BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YOU WON'T NOTICE
"and you couldn't have just told me?? I like you too dumbass, no need to fucking pounce on me in the kitchen
"what.. what do you mean you like me too"
Jaemin
He really enjoyed the silence that came with your relationship, you both knew each other's schedules like the back of your hand
he sometimes will wait outside your door when he's bored to see if you are too
he prides himself on the fact that he knows a ungodly amount about you, ; your coffee order, your favorite convenience store snacks and the tampons you like from target
until he realized that's a little weird.... especially since you are just his roommate until he realized that it may be because he sees you as more than just his roommate
the coffee cups that you would put his name and the heart over the I (that you usually do, but he likes to think that he is special)
but now when you guys do silent work in the apartment he starts to slowly move closer to you
tuesday it was him in his room and you in the living room
wednesday he was in the kitchen and you the living room
thursday he was in the living room on the floor and you on the couch
friday he was on the couch on the opposite end and you the other
and on saturday his head was in your lap on the couch while you were reading and he was reading
and he realized then, that he was terribly infatuated with you
but since you seemed to not care about the infatuation, he leaned into it.
spending more time with you when you were home, and also kinda borderline stalking you while you were on campus
after three weeks of borderline stalking you, he asked you out on a date while you both were working, and you took your eyes off your computer screen squinted, and then replied yes with a nod and went back to working
Chenle
when he had told you that he liked your room better because of the decorations, you started coming in and putting up decorations onto his walls and putting little trinkets on his shelves
and one day as you were putting up posters he caught himself smiling like a idiot watching you struggle with the hammer
Him watching you organize the little things on the desk and wiping down the surfaces
one of his love language is gift giving so he started picking up little things and gifts he would find when he was out to bring to you and leave in front of your room like a weirdly rich crow
you literally stopped telling him things you like because he wouldn't stop just buying them for you
you settled for him just buying your coffee in the mornings from the shop below the apartment
he makes up the volume for the both of you so now he likes to brag about your achievements to others as if they are his own because he doesn't think you do enough bragging
He now makes it a mission to involve himself in your business, he makes sure you tell him about your day once you get home and will help you with the laundry now just so he can spend time with you
he loves grandiose measures so he decided that the way he was gonna tell you he liked you was going to be the same
he had cooked your favorite food and had bought wine for you both and even brought out the good plates for it
when you got home you dropped all of your things in the entryway and lowkey cried a little
and he panicked because like TEARS?
but he did end the dinner with a girlfriend so he wasn't complaining
Jisung
He had just recently been getting use to your presence and actually liked it
he didn't care that sometimes you left empty coffee cups at the shared desk you have
he didn't mind that sometimes you walked into the bathroom while he was showering to get ready
and he really didn't mind that you would come into his room to keep him company when he was working on homework
he didn't really ever have a ton of friends who were girls so it was new to one going to living with one and he is glad it happened to be you
he now waits for you to come home and will act like he was just watching tv coincidentally at the same time you come home... everyday..
you and him get coffee every wednesday between your classes and catch up on whatever you haven't talked about in the apartment
and then he will pick you up from your afternoon class and walk home together from class
he knows he really likes you, he is so so so so aware of it, like so painfully aware
he knows it when he will specifically buy the la croix you like (yeah fucking la croix) when he is at the store and he doesn't even drink it
so he tells you the way any logical man would
he sends you a text while you are in your math lecture, did you drop your phone when you read it? yes.
you have your read receipts and when you read the text and didn't respond he almost passed out
and then when you showed up to the cafe on wednesday after you math lecture he almost shit his pants when you sat down and asked if you two were dating now
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i really love when yall send asks because it literally gives me ideas, pls send some more im so damn bored
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The Kitchens (My Sunshine - Part 2)
Word Count: 2000 almost exactly
Warnings: Swearing? (If it bothers you), mentions of sexual activity(barely)
Summary: You sneak into the kitchens for a late night snack, but you bump into someone on the way...
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.
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It was around 2:16 am in the morning. You couldn't sleep at all. There was just too many things going on in your mind, this year you felt all the pressure coming back in a rush. You were a sixteen year old girl in Hogwarts, fifth year was something you weren't looking forward to very much, I mean you were only 2 weeks in so far. It seemed like this year would be full of boredom. I mean first year was great, everything was new and all, especially for a muggleborn like you, it was all an adventure. Second and third year was all about making new friends and mucking around, Fourth year was all about the excitement of Yule ball and the Triwizard tournaments. Fifth year needed to be real drama filled for it to top last year.
You glanced back at your clock again. 2:23 am. You groaned in frustration, it must've been your period or something, but you were suddenly craving those little French macarons you remember tasting when the Beauxbatons students had come over last year. Surely they would have some in the kitchens still?
You were about to find out. You couldn't sleep anyway, a small snack at this time of night wouldn't hurt?
You quietly shifted yourself out of bed, wincing as the cold air hit your warm skin. You quickly threw on your favourite blue hoodie that was oversized. You slipped on your fluffy muggle slippers that your parents had gifted you and headed out the dorm room quietly; careful not to wake Hannah up.
After you had exited your dorm room, you grabbed the claw clip inside the pocket of your hoodie and clipped up your hair. You slowly made your way up to the kitchens, your craving for any sweet little treats growing stronger with each step. Determination filled your veins as you quickened your pace in search of the kitchens.
Finally you arrived at the kitchens, you started searching through the cupboards and looking for anything that could satisfy your cravings. You sighed in content as you found the large cupboard full of your favourite muggle sweet treats, macarons, tarts, muffins, muesli bars, chocolate fingers. Grabbing your desired treats, you placed them on the counter and opened them, the plastic wrap making an awful lot of noise.
"Hungry?" You heard a voice behind you and you froze. It was a deep attractive voice.
You turned around, the warm candles of the kitchen illuminated his face perfectly. Draco Malfoy was talking to you. You stood there for a while, trying to think of how else to answer his question. You were usually a really talkative person who could give good comebacks, so seeing yourself tongue tied around him was odd.
"What the fuck do you want Malfoy?" You spat out shocked at how toxic your voice sounded.
"Woah, feisty." he chuckled. God why is his laugh so attractive. "I was just wondering what you were doing in the kitchens at this time of night" he shrugged.
"I could ask you the same question" you shot back at him without a second thought. You were quite good at that. "I'm just hungry okay? And my cramps are killing me." You said in a slightly whiny voice as your period cramps started to kick in once again.
"Cramps?" he said, and you swear you saw a flash of concern in his eyes. But as soon as you noticed it, it disappeared.
"Yeah. My period cramps." you said, not awkward about the topic.; it was normal
"So that's why you have a hoard of sweets in front of you. Mind if I have some?" Draco eyed at your treats. You defensively covered them with your arms. Why was he even talking to you? It's not like he has ever shown interest in you before. the only time you two ever spoke to each other is if you needed to in class. What was he even doing here.
"No. I found it, go find your own food." you retorted playfully.
"Alright, alright" He put his hands up in defeat and left to find something. He came back with two muffins in his hand.
"Walnut and coffee" he said as he handed you one of the muffins in his hand. You were feeling a bit curious, so you took the walnut and coffee flavoured muffin out of his hand cautiously. You took a few bites of it and furrowed your brows. Why does it actually taste really good?
"Like it? They're my favourite muffins" he said, as he inspected your facial expressions while eating the muffin.
You didn't answer him, you just looked at him with confusion.
"Draco why are you even talking to me? Don't you have this big thing about not talking to Hufflepuffs, let alone Muggleborn ones?"
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Draco's POV
"Hungry?" I asked the girl as I watched her freeze in her place.
Y/n turned around, and stood there for a while. I'd never really talked to her much, I never had anything to say to her, but I did find it particularly amusing to find her roaming the kitchens at this ungodly hour, with snacks laid all over the counter.
"What the fuck do you want Malfoy?" she spat at me. I knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think it would cause such a reaction at just the sight of me. Sure I had made fun of her friends in the past, but I had never insulted her personally. I had respect for her, plus this year I've a change of heart, I want to be a better person, for many different reasons, I'm was just sick of being a stuck up prick.
"Woah, feisty." I chuckled. "I was just wondering what you were doing in the kitchens at this time of night" I shrugged.
"I could ask you the same question" she shot back at me with a glare. "I'm just hungry okay? And my cramps are killing me."
"Cramps?" I said. I was genuinely confused, and I must admit when y/n said that I did get a bit worried, though I didn't know why. I had no reason to care about her after all.
"Yeah. My period cramps." Ah, that made more sense. I knew a little bit about girls on their periods. They were usually moody, hungry, and had cramps often. That's what Blaise told me anyway.
"So that's why you have a hoard of sweets in front of you. Mind if I have some?" I looked at the treats that she was defending.
"No. I found it, go find your own food." she retorted. She's probably confused why I'm talking to her.
"Alright, alright" I went to the pantries to find some treats that I might like. Walnut and Coffee, my favourite. I grabbed two just in case y/n wanted to try some.
"Walnut and coffee" I said as I handed her one of the muffins. "Like it? They're my favourite muffins" I said. She showed no facial expression, so I wasn't quite sure if she was enjoying it or not. She wasn't spitting it our in disgust, so I figured that she found it tolerable at the least.
She was quick to change the subject.
"Draco why are you even talking to me? Don't you have this big thing about not talking to Hufflepuffs, let alone Muggleborn ones?"
Draco. I wasn't too sure why she was calling me that. It was sort of nice to have someone call me by my first name, most people usually just spat out my last name.
I thought about her question. Why was I talking to her? I mean, I could've just walked past her and carried on with my patrol, but instead I joined her. I did need her help though, but right now didn't seem like an appropriate time. She was having cramps and was probably really hungry. Plus I don't think I want to mess with this girl on her period. I was enjoying her company though, as much as I wish I wasn't.
"Well I guess my opinions have changed. I think you'll find that I don't mind people from other houses now. I think I'm quite fond of muggleborns now actually." I wasn't lying. I waited for y/n to respond. She just gasped dramatically.
"Draco? Fond of muggleborns? His father must be hearing about this!" And she burst into a fit of laughter. Her laugh was pretty, I can't deny, it's quite contagious too. I ended up joining in with her laughter. She was a nice person to be around, from what I knew she didn't have any enemies at this school.
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Your POV
You and Draco chatted for a while in the kitchens. You sort of forgot about how stuck up he was, and just started talking to him like he was one of your friends. You started to think that he actually wasn't that bad at all. I mean maybe he has changed like he said so.
You let out a yawn, and he yawned a few seconds after.
"I think I'm going to go back to my dorms" you giggled "It's like 3:30 am"
"Yeah you probably should go back to sleep" He paused for a while "Do you want me to drop you off to your dorm?"
You were a bit shocked by his kind gesture. I mean Draco being kind to you was a shock in itself, him talking to you was even more shocking, but walking you to your dorm? That seemed a bit fishy in your opinion, but maybe he was genuinely being kind. You hoped he was.
"Uhh" you contemplated what you were about to say next. "Sure I guess". He flashed you a small smile, and the two of you walked towards the Hufflepuff dorms in silence.
"I've never been to the Hufflepuff area of Hogwarts" Draco said, breaking the silence. "It's quite nice"
"Yeah I guess it is" You said.
"I've been to every other houses common room and dorm areas, but not Hufflepuff. It's probably because I've never slept with a Hufflepuff girl yet" He chuckled. He was probably hoping that you were going to laugh at the joke too, but instead he watched your face contort into a grimace. You didn't know how to reply to that, talking so openly about the girls that he has slept with was a bit disgusting in your opinion. Though it did make you wonder how good he was in bed.
"I don't do that anymore y/n" he said a bit quieter, he probably noticed that you found it a bit awkward "I used to, but I've changed". You believed him, he did seem like a different person now.
"I believe you" you stated. Then you reached your dorm room. "I guess this is goodnight then"
"Yeah, I had a good time y/n" he admitted, "See you around, goodnight". His kindness once again took you by surprise, and he smiled at you. Softly, but it was genuine. Smiles suited him well.
"Goodnight Draco" You said, and you closed the door as you walked into your dorm.
He found it odd that you were still calling him by his first name. He wasn't complaining.
You walked further into the dorm room, you were still recovering from your encounter with Draco. You didn't like him like that did you? Then why were you feeling hot all of a sudden? Gosh he was charming, and he was funny, but why does he all of a sudden have a change of heart? You were full of questions, hoping they'd be answered.
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a/n: hopefully you enjoyed his chapter! I have been struggling to keep up with writing because I have so many ideas but not enough time due to my exams, sorry guys:)
#harry potter#draco fanfiction#draco imagine#draco malfoy#harry potter universe#draco#draco fluff#fluff#my sunshine#draco malfoy fanfiction#draco lucius malfoy#draco x reader#draco x y/n#series#draco sweet#nice draco#soft draco#draco x hermione#draco x you#slytherin#sunflower#draco angst#angst#draco malfoy x reader#requests open#requests
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summarizing my WIPs poorly
I was tagged by @indestructibleheart @stereopticons @welcometololaland @apothecarose Thank you lovelies
WIP is a very loose term in my world but I'm narrowing the list as usual. This was very fun and very challenging.
Eddie: fine, whatever, if I have to and it'll make you go away. Buck: like hell you will, pick anyone else. But not me (dear god please pick me)
boy meets boy, marries girl, they live queerily ever after... or do they? (buddie)
hippo's separated lovers era but make it Twylexis
i'm a witch, you're a cat... why not? (Buddie)
boy takes his bestie on a date, suffers years of repression. update at 11 (Buddie)
you were real... weren't you??? (Buddie)
Eddie: i might like it, can't hurt to try, no harm do- oh shit, what now?
Buck: wait, where the fuck did you come from? you wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Completely 100% straight, single Texas father has a night out with his highly toxic coworkers... what could possibly go wrong? (Buddie)
what's a little dom/sub overtones between completely platonic besties??? (Buddie)
It should have been 16, we'll do 17 instead (Twylexis)
let's not make things complicated by getting to know each other (Lutalia)
Eddie: i type these out all the time, it's not like i'm actually gonna send it (accidentally sends it)
remember that time before we got together and i ruined everything? about that... (buddie)
Eddie "show no feelings" Diaz + secret hoarding boyfriend Buck (co write with @diazsdimples)
Eddie: I can't love him more than I do. Buck: shows up with a toddler. Eddie: oh, FFS. Really?! i'm so fucked.
Buck: you're coming back, right? i can't do this without you
As a bonus, feel free to send me asks telling me which ones you wanna see next and/or to get more info about any of the above. You might get a snippet, or a bit of outline, or just some unhinged rambling
np tagging: my love @disasterbuckdiaz @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @buddierights @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela @hoodie-buck @say-bi-for-me @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @lemonzestywrites @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @steadfastsaturnsrings @spotsandsocks @vanillahigh00 @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend and anyone else who wants to play 😘
#badly summarized wip#hippo writes#buddie wip#lutalia wip#twylexis wip#sorry for the long list#edited to add one more
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I gotchu bestie
How about doing Damian's makeup for a Halloween event 👀 I can picture him wanting something cool like a skull
Omfg you're the best 😘
DAMIAN WAYNE X READER
WARNINGS: language, a kiss
MASTER LIST in BIO
"Will you hold still?"
"I am holding still. Your hands are shaking."
"They are not–" you suck in a deep breath. "You know what, just. Hang on."
You set the pallet of cheap face paint down on the edge of the sink a little harder than strictly necessary. With both hands now free, you grip his shoulders and steer him to lean against the counter.
He takes a deep breath to resteady himself while you pick the paint back up. He closes his eyes so you can fill in the big black sockets you've already drawn on in eyeliner. "What time is it?"
Your gaze cuts toward his phone, laying face up on the other side of the bathroom sink. "Seven-fifteen. All things considered, we're doing pretty good here." His eyelid twitches like he's about to open it right as you set the brush down, and you have to restrain yourself from snarling.
"You mean, considering we knew nothing of this party until three hours ago?" There's a tone there, squished between his vowels. Blame, irritation—something along those lines. "There were hardly any costumes left on the shelves. It's a wonder you found these." He plucks limply at the skeleton print hoodie and sweatpants set he's wearing. You're wearing an identical one.
"Well, it would have been much easier if–"
"If I'd listened to you and gotten costumes weeks ago, yes, yes, I know. You were right about someone deciding to throw a party last minute."
"I was going to say if somebody wouldn't have insisted we match, but yeah, that too." You chuckle, setting your pinky finger on the bridge of his nose to steady your hand a little better. "But go ahead, keep telling me how right I was."
He cracks open the eye you aren't painting and clicks his tongue. "Firstly, it will be easier to find one another this way. Don't even pretend you aren't enjoying it. Secondly, that's the only time you'll hear it tonight."
You roll your eyes as you go back for more pigment. "Right, because I'm definitely not right about the fact that we should have bought Halloween candy last week. I'm sure the stores will have plenty."
"We won't be here to hand it out on Halloween, anyway, Beloved. We'll be at Father's, remember?"
You switch to his other eye with a moment of warning. "Don't open your other eye until the paint's dry. Yeah I know we won't be able to hand it out. It would be for us, stupid."
He scrunches his nose, creasing some sti-drying paint, and you have to resist the urge to accidentally stab him in the eye. Guess you're gonna have to rinse the brush to change colors again. "You don't think Father will have plenty?"
"I'm sure he will, at his house. I was going to hold you hostage and make you eat it all with me while we binged all of the Time Burton classics, but fine. Whatever. Guess you just don't love me." You turn to set the paint down and reach for a wash cloth to start fixing his nose.
Instead, he plants his hands on your hips and turns you back toward him. He manages to catch you off-guard when he presses his lips against yours. He must be in terribly good spirits, because he's smiling when he pulls away. "Darling, if that's a it takes, I'll rob every child in Gotham to present you with a hoard if candy any king would be jealous of. We'll be so sick by the end of it, neither of us will be able to work the next day."
You tilt your head, gazing gently at him. There's a beat, soft silence drifting through your friend's second bathroom, and he hopes you're swooning on the inside, but then, "That was really sweet, and I love you more than I think I'll ever be able to describe. But you just completely fucked up both of our makeup and I think I'm going to kill you."
#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne imagine#damian wayne blurb#quillshalloweencollection
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The Color Pink (Part 11)
This one was fun to write.
Theodore had stayed up the night before. Their date together and the fact that he asked her out had given him a second wind of energy. He was up late and didn't head to bed until around 3 a.m., and even then it took him forever to fall asleep. With that said, he slept in late. At least, he tried to. He woke up to his cell phone ringing. He ignored it the first time, but it started to ring again. "Hello," he answered tiredly.
"Boss! Boss," the person spoke frantically.
"Huh?"
"It's me, Dougie!"
Theodore sighed grumpily. "Why are you waking me up? What the fuck do you want?"
"I just saw the new edition of the 'Tower Today' magazine! You're on the cover!"
"Okay, and? I've been on the cover a million times."
"No, no, you don't get it! You're on the cover... with a girl!"
Theo jumped out of bed in a panic. "WHAT?!"
"I'm serious! It says you have some sort of mystery girl!"
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
"Boss, what-"
Theodore hung up the phone. He went outside and checked the mail. In his mailbox was the magazine. He looked at it. The cover was a picture of him and Hazel kissing in Picnic Park. The title read:
"The Noise's New 'Mystery Girl'!"
His panic worsened. He didn't want this to leak into the media, but it happened so quickly. The paparazzi is always around, always stalking. He flipped to the page that the story was on.
The tower's biggest celebrity, The Noise, has seemingly found romance with an unknown woman. The two have been seen holding hands, hugging, and kissing over the course of a few months. There are currently no leads as to who she is, but fans are intrigued and desperate to find out.
An anonymous lead has said that she has been seen in The Pig City with him several times. They were first seen together at Ramen Spot. They have also been seen in Picnic Park several times.
There was a picture of them running together in the rain.
Theodore was too panicked to read the rest of the story. He immediately called up Hazel. The line rang a few times before she answered, "Hello?"
"Hazel! It's me!"
"Whoa, are you okay?"
"No! We made the cover of 'Tower Today' magazine!"
"We? What do you mean 'we'?"
"They're onto us! The paparazzi saw us together EVERYWHERE! There's pictures of us in Picnic Park in the rain, another one of us from our date yesterday-"
"Okay, okay, calm down!"
"You don't understand. The paparazzi are ruthless. They have no sense of boundaries. They will surround you like a zoo animal."
"Ugh, please. They don't even know who I am."
"No, not yet, but when they find you, they will hoard around you like zombies!"
"I'm sure I can handle them. I'll be fine."
"Okay, uh..." He checked the time. "Look, I have to go to work. I'm not gonna say anything about our relationship. Please, don't take it personally. I just don't want the media to get into this."
"Alright, whatever you say. Have a good day at work."
"Oh, fuck, I'm scared."
"Relax! Just don't say anything, like you said."
"Okay, okay," he sighed. "I'll call you later."
"Okay, bye."
Noise got ready for work. His stomach was turning. He didn't think the media would be so quick! He put on a hoodie and sweatpants and put his costume in a bag. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by the paparazzi on his way to work. He snuck out of his house, incredibly paranoid.
As he approached the NTV building, there was a crowd of people outside the door. Dougie was doing his best to clear them out. He saw The Noise and waved him over. Theodore ran and tried to charge through the crowd. People tried grabbing at him and asking him questions. He covered his face as he trudged through the crowd.
"Mr. Noise, over here!"
"Mr. Noise, who is she?"
"Mr. Noise, what do you have to say about your new romance?"
Noise ignored all of them and ran through the door. Dougie followed and locked the doors behind them. Noise huffed and puffed in an attempt to catch his breath.
"Holy fuck," Theo sighed. "I can't do this. It's like the jail incident all over again!"
"Jail incident?" Dougie asked.
"Long story short, I went to jail for something stupid. After I got out, the paparazzi swarmed me."
"That doesn't surprise me."
"Fuck you, Dougie!"
"Whoa!"
"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a little on edge here."
"Who even is she?"
"Don't worry about it."
"She looks like the girl who brought us all coffee that one day."
"Shut the fuck up, Dougie!"
"She is, isn't she?"
Noise put his hands on Dougie's shoulders and dug his sharp claws into him. His eyes were red, and his teeth were sharp. "Stop. Asking. Questions. Dougie." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Noise, you're hurting me!"
"Are you gonna stop asking questions?" He dug his claws in deeper.
"Yes! I'm sorry!"
"Good!" He let go and turned back to normal.
He dashed back to set and into his dressing room. He was incredibly flustered. He was still a little anxious. There was a knock at the door.
"FUCK OFF!" He answered oh so kindly.
"Um... It's me, Mary," she spoke. "I have to do your makeup. Can I come in?"
"No! Yes! I don't know!"
Mary opened the door slowly and peeked in. "Feeling antsy?"
"Of course I am! Just... come in." He sat in the chair.
Mary walked in and over to the vanity. She flipped on the lights and put down her makeup set on the dresser.
"Mary," he said, "be honest with me."
"I always am."
He looked at her with red, angry eyes. "Did you say anything?"
"About?"
"You know DAMN well what this is about!"
Mary put her hands on her hips. "Hey, we talked about the attitude-"
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?! WERE YOU THE 'ANONYMOUS SOURCE'?!"
Mary inhaled deeply. "Attitude. Watch it."
"Sorry, sorry. I'm under a lot of pressure right now."
"Relax. I didn't say a word. That was our little secret." She pulled out concealer. "Close your eyes."
He sighed as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
"They tried to get me to talk," Mary continued, "but Dougie pushed them away."
"Fuck... I'm so paranoid."
Mary blended the concealer in with a sponge. She then set it with some powder. "It's okay. I understand. But don't be yelling at me unless you want to go on camera looking homeless."
"Right, right, I'm sorry. I just... Ugggh! I don't want the media to ruin this for me! I just asked her out..."
"Wait, you-"
"Yes! I literally just asked her out last night! I didn't know they were watching!"
"Awww, Noise!"
"SHUSH!!!"
"Watch it."
"Sorry..."
The Noise did a horrible job on set that day. He was so distracted and paranoid. He was afraid the paparazzi would burst through the doors and swarm him again. The director Noisey was incredibly upset with him.
"THEODORE NOISE," it yelled. "I thought having a woman would do you some good, but this is the worst you've ever done!"
"What? You haven't seen me at my worst! You haven't even worked here that long," he shouted back.
"That's because you KILLED the last director!"
Theodore crossed his arms and scoffed. "Whatever. Count your fuckin' days, 'cause you're next."
"I swear, Mr. Noise, I have H.R. on speed dial."
"WHAT'RE THEY GONNA DO, FIRE ME?! THAT'S CUTE!"
The director sighed. The other people of the cast and crew were tense. It was scary when Noise got angry. He was so tense from his relationship getting leaked that he was quick to anger. The last time he was angry on set, they had to replace some of the cameras since he destroyed them. They were all hoping that being in a relationship would make him happier, but the media had completely ruined it. After a nerve-racking stare off between the director and The Noise, the director spoke,
"How about this, I send you home for the day. You have tomorrow off, and you come back Monday with a different attitude."
Noise grunted. "Don't make me go back out there with that hoard!"
"As far as I know, they're gone. Dougie spent the last few hours guarding the doors."
"Phew... Okay, I'll go. But I can't guarantee my attitude will change."
Theo went home. He was incredibly stressed. He thought having a woman in his life would be a good thing, but the media caught up faster than he anticipated. He did his best to lounge around and relax, but he was starting to worry that Hazel would be scared off once the paparazzi figured out who she was. He waited until 7 p.m. to give her the daily call.
"Hello," she answered.
"Hey," he spoke.
"How did it go?"
"I. Was. SWARMED. They waited for me at the NTV building. My set assistant had to help me get through them. They were shouting, taking pictures, some of them were even grabbing me."
"Sheesh... I see why you were freaking out about it."
"Ugh, they treat me like a fuckin' animal! It threw me off so bad. I did so bad on set today that they sent me home..."
"Aw, Theo... Are you okay?"
"I guess so... I don't... I don't know how to feel right now."
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen."
"What?! No, this isn't your fault at all!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I promise."
"Okay."
"How did today go for you?"
"It was nice. I relaxed and lazed around most of the day. Didn't get out of my PJ's. Even took a nap, too!"
"Must've been nice. I really could've used a nap, today. I stayed up kind of late last night."
"Me too. Well, later than usual."
"Really? Even though you fell asleep on my shoulder?"
"Well... Once you asked me out, I kind of got excited. It took me a while to settle down."
"Heh, me too. I still can't believe it."
"I was waiting for it." She giggled.
He blushed. "Oh, well, um..."
She laughed again and sighed. "I'm just teasing you, calm down."
He chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I knew that."
"Anyways, I'm sorry you had such a shit day."
"It's alright. I have the day off tomorrow, so hopefully that'll be better."
"Oh, I have an idea!"
"What?"
"How about I come over and spend the night?"
"Wha-?! Like, tonight?"
"Yeah! Then we can go get some brunch or something in the morning."
"Um... I, uh..." Theo suddenly got incredibly anxious.
"If you're not comfortable with it, just say no."
"Um... maybe?"
"Don't force yourself to do something you're uncomfortable with."
"Okay... I mean... I want to, but... I'm nervous."
"Don't worry, you can say no."
"Um... Yes?"
"Wait, huh?"
"Fuck it, let's do it."
"Oh! Okay, then! I'll pack my stuff and I'll be right over!"
"Right. Don't worry, take your time!"
Hazel squealed. "Okay! Oh, wait, I don't have your address."
"I'll send it to you."
"Okay! I'm gonna get ready! Bye!"
"Bye."
Theo took a deep breath. He was a bit freaked out over the thought of a sleepover, but he was a little excited for it, too. He wanted to get over the nervousness and push through it... For her.
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Anything (Pt.16)
cw: alcohol consumption, Matty gets angry at Ross (sorry Ross girlies <;3)
Chapter 16
Matty was washing the dishes in my sink after our quick dinner when I stepped out of my bedroom, freshly showered and dressed, ready for the party.
"How do I look?" I said, announcing my presence.
Matty turned to look at me, brushing a curl away from his forehead with the back of his suds-soaked hand. His jaw dropped when he saw me.
"Fuck, Anna," he said, speechless, looking me up and down.
After finally convincing Matty to tell me the dress code (casual- though Matty was adamant that I wear whatever I feel like) I settled on a simple, comfortable outfit. I chose a skin-tight black tube top, some long and loose denim shorts, and a black pair of cowboy boots. I wore a variety of chunky silver rings and a few simple necklaces. My hair was freshly washed, curly and shiny, shaggy as usual. Under my arm, I carried a small black leather studded shoulder bag.
I couldn't help but blush from the way Matty looked at me.
"Please don't ruin the outfit," I said, giving him a small knowing smile as he started towards me, freezing momentarily at my request.
He spun around to the oven, looking for a hand towel, but not finding one. He chaotically searched for one to dry his hands with, looking at the kitchen island, then the counter before yelling, "ANNA, WHERE ARE THE HAND TOWELS, THIS IS URGENT." He spun around in a frenzy as I giggled at him, both his hands still in the air, soap bubbles dripping down his forearms. "THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER," he yelled, opening cupboard after cupboard. Before I could tell him they were still folded on the couch from when we did my laundry together the previous night, he ran to the washroom.
Seconds later he swept me up in his arms, spinning me around, then set me down and wrapped his arms even tighter around my waist and kissed me. I would have felt dizzy regardless of his spin, feeling lightheaded right away from the passion in his kiss. I returned his energy, kissing him back harder. Our hands roamed each other sensually, slowly becoming more and more frantic. Before things could get any more heated, I lightly pushed Matty's chest and he took my cue immediately.
"Before we get carried away, we should go," I said softly, a little breathless from our kiss, stroking his jawline with my finger.
"Maybe we should stay," he said enthusiastically like he'd just come up with a great idea- as if he wasn't mentioning it for the third time in a row.
"Matty..." I said patiently, "We already settled this. I really want to meet your friends!"
"This outfit is just too good. It's like you wanted me to keep you home, you're practically begging me to hoard you," he said jokingly with a pout. "Maybe I'm not a feminist after all..." he said, biting his lip thoughtfully. I playfully smacked his arm, and he laughed. "I'm joking, I promise. But darling, please have some sympathy here! Look at you! You're drop-dead gorgeous! How could I not want you all to myself?" he said with exaggerated doe-eyes.
"Mattyyyy!" I whined. "Please, babe. We're already late!" I pouted back at him, trying not to laugh at his ridiculousness.
"Don't worry, darling, I'm only taking the piss out of you. The car's already here," he said sweetly, placing a kiss on the top of my head before grabbing his crewneck off the back of my kitchen chair. I picked up his oversized black hoodie which lay on the couch to take with me in case I got cold and he gestured to take it from me, tucking it under his arm along with his layer to carry for me before taking my hand.
About 20 minutes later, we arrived outside of a loud and busy bar. A couple dozen people stood outside smoking, laughing and talking loudly.
As we stepped outside of the car, almost everyone who stood outside greeted Matty as we walked towards the bar, one by one.
"This is my girlfriend, Anna," he said to each person, a look of pride on his face every time I shook a new person's hand or accepted a friendly hug. It was a whirlwind of names and introductions, but everyone was so kind, and I was already feeling drunk off of Matty's casualness around labelling our unlabeled relationship. We hadn't talked about labelling us as girlfriend-boyfriend, likely because we already knew it was official, but it still made me giddy to hear him call me his girlfriend so proudly.
We walked towards the front door of the bar. A chalkboard sign outside read 'closed for private event' and Matty strolled us right past it, as well as the two large security guards who stood outside.
As soon as we entered the bar, we heard a familiar voice yell out, "Matty! Anna!" We turned to look and saw George walking towards us in a casual tan linen suit, sporting a giant grin, and holding a bottle of wine in each of his hands. Matty smiled and reached his arm out, giving George a hug, not letting go of my hand. Then George turned to me with a big smile. "Anna! I'm so glad you could make it! How are you?" he asked enthusiastically, giving me a big warm hug.
"I'm great! I'm so excited to finally get to hang out together!" I said as we pulled apart. We began to excitedly ask each other about our days as we all turned to walk towards an empty couch, but another voice called out Matty's name. Matty waved hello before holding up a finger to say he'll be over in a moment. Then he leaned into me and groaned in my ear, "Ugh, I have to go talk to this person for a bit, love. Will you be alright without me for a little bit?"
I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I'll be fine! I wanted some alone time with George anyways so I could ask about all your secrets," I said, giving him a devilish look. He laughed, then said, "I have no secrets from you- you can have them all, my darling." He kissed my temple, then gave me a little emotional smile, just between us. Then he turned to George. "Take good care of her while I talk to Mark, will you?" As George gave Matty a salute, Matty kissed me one last time, then took a step away from me, giving my hand one last squeeze and smiling before disappearing.
I turned back towards George who offered me his arm. Taking it, we strolled towards the empty couch. George offered me one of the half-empty bottles of wine in his hands and I accepted it graciously, taking a large swig. "You look lovely, Anna. I'm obsessed with these cowboy boots of yours" he said, giving me a twirl before sitting down and drinking from his own bottle.
"Thank you, George! You look lovely as well! That's a great suit- you look very dapper," I said sincerely. He fluttered his eyelashes at me comically, "Oh, this old thing?" We laughed together before he launched into his questions. "So, Anna. We only have about 20 seconds before Matty will rip himself from this conversation and come steal you from me- tell me everything. What's this residency you're here for?"
For the next half an hour, George and I talked, learning about each other's lives. He was so kind and warm and me feel so comfortable in a room full of strangers in a country I wasn't familiar with. We had the same sense of humour too, laughing constantly as we slowly emptied our wine bottles.
"Oi!" George yelled out in the middle of a story he was telling me about his first kiss, when a tall thin man in a loose white t-shirt and grey wool trousers walked by us. The man turned to see where the voice had come from as George yelled again, waving his arm. "Hanny, over here!"
The man strolled over, a glass of amber liquor perched casually in his hand as he walked over with a curious smile.
"Hann, I'd like you to meet the infamous Anna."
Before I could say anything, he came over and sat down next to me, pulling me into a warm hug.
"The Anna, in the flesh! It's so nice to finally meet the woman who's stolen Matty's heart," he said with a big smile on his face. "I'm Adam! Or you can call me Hann," he said kindly.
"Well, which do you prefer?" I asked curiously.
"You know, no one ever asks me that!" he said, his eyebrow furrowing in thought. "I don't know that I really have a preference. I guess Hann is what the lads call me more often, but I like Adam. Honestly, I'm fine with either I suppose."
"Well, since I'm not a lad, I guess I'll stick with Adam," I said with a shrug. "But if you ever change your mind, you let me know!" I said as I put my hand on his arm warmly.
Adam smiled at me with intrigue, then put an arm around me giving me a squeeze. "You're a good egg, aren't you? Lucky for you, I'm on the market for a new best mate." He gestured toward George with his thumb before saying, "This one almost forgot my birthday last week."
"Key word- almost!" George said, enthusiastically shaking a single finger in the air.
We all laughed together before Adam turned to George saying, "She really is as lovely as Matty made her out to be. You really are!" I smiled as he turned back towards me.
"We can't all be in love with Anna- Matty will have our heads. Besides, I think Carly would really like to be friends with Anna," George said with a wink.
Adam rolled his eyes at George before explaining to me, "Carly is my wife. Actually, I think you two would hit it off. She's coming by later- you should meet her!"
"I'd love that!" I said sincerely, as we continued chatting. I really liked Adam. His energy was very calm and warm- I got the sense that the liquor he drank made him more outgoing than normal and I was getting a less soft-spoken version of him. I was utterly charmed.
I leaned in to ask him questions about his wife- how they'd met, how long they'd been together, what he loved about her- and we talked for ages. I was having such a nice time that I almost didn't notice how much time had passed since Matty disappeared. Almost.
Eventually, Adam ran off to find Carly outside, and George and I, having polished off our bottles of wine, went to the bar to get ourselves more drinks. We stood, chatting casually and laughing while we waited for the bartender to finish pouring a dozen shots someone else had drunkenly ordered.
Finally, George leaned over to yell our order to the bartender when I heard a deep voice behind me. "Who's this gorgeous girl, George." I turned around to find a very tall, very handsome bearded man smiling at me. He wore a fitted black T-shirt and dark jeans, his dark brown hair pulled back into a bun.
"Ross!" George yelled in drunken recognition, giving him a hug and a drunken kiss on the cheek. Ross hugged him back, laughing at George's drunken state and giving him a big pat on the back. As they pulled apart, George gestured towards me, excited to introduce me. "This is the beautiful, the stunning, the drop-dead gorgeous Anna," George said, making me blush. "Anna, this is Ross! Part-time bass player, full-time heartthrob," he finished with a wink.
Ross leaned in towards me up against the bar, a beer in hand, smiling at me. "Beautiful indeed." I blushed at his candidness. "So how do you two know each other?" he asked, placing his hand lightly on my lower back.
"She's my girlfriend," said a stern voice behind me. I turned around to find Matty glaring at Ross. His eyes turned to see me stepping towards him and his anger melted away in an instant, a small smile of sadness replacing it. "I'm sorry I disappeared for so long, I couldn't get away," he said painfully, wrapping his arms around me as I approached him. We snapped together like magnets. I didn't care that we were actually in a room full of people who knew who Matty was and were therefore mostly watching us with curiosity. As I wrapped my own arms around him, he pulled me in for a deep and long kiss. Suddenly, we were alone, just the two of us, and immediately I was filled with relief and elation. It felt like coming home- we really were so painfully in love.
When we finally pulled apart, I turned to find George with his head propped up by his elbow on the bar, staring at us with a big goofy smile and wiggling his eyebrows at us.
"If you two weren't so bloody cute I'd be sick all over right now," George teased.
"Well you'll have to get used to it, mate," Matty said, patting George's back with a smile, "I'm sure they've got a bucket or something you could borrow." He said, pantomiming looking behind the bar for a vessel, making George laugh. Matty turned back to me, leaning in to kiss my cheek and asked me softly, "Can I get you a drink my darling?"
"A glass of wine, please?" I smiled at him, and he glowed back at me.
"Anything," he whispered in my ear, then brushed his lips against my mouth, before pressing his forehead into mine and planting a strong kiss on my lips.
George pretended to throw up and made a loud retching noise, making Ross laugh. I smiled at them, turning to Ross and saying, "Shall we find you a bucket too?"
Matty chuckled to himself as he stepped over to the bar, notedly between Ross and me, to order our drinks.
"You're a bit of a firey one, aren't you?" Ross said with a fierce smile, stepping away from the bar and towards me. He raised an eyebrow at me before adding, "I'm glad to know there's someone who can keep up with Matty and all of his antics."
"Antics?" I asked, confused. Ross opened his mouth to answer, but George interrupted him.
"Oh, don't be a prat, Ross," George said throwing his arm around me, "you're just jealous that Matty found her first." George looked at me and wagged his finger at me sternly, "Don't listen to him, he's just lonely and horny." Then someone grabbed George's attention across the room and he disappeared in a drunken flash.
"There's nothing wrong with being lonely," Ross said innocently, looking straight into my eyes with intensity. I felt like his eyes were going to burn a hole through the back of my head.
"I agree," I heard behind me as a hand appeared in front of me with a wine glass. I took the glass and felt Matty's hand wrap around my waist sensually from behind as he embraced me. He placed a kiss on my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. "There's nothing wrong with you being lonely." I felt the quiet anger in his voice. Matty kissed my cheek protectively before adding "In fact, I prefer it. But if you wouldn't mind being horny with someone else's girlfriend, that'd be great, thanks, mate."
Before Ross could say anything, Matty pulled me away, taking us through the back of the bar, grabbing a bottle of wine from a table on our way, and out the back door.
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Andromeda Angst
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BOIS ITS ANGST TIME WHEHEHEHE HOLY SHIT THIS WAS 2.6K WORDS LONG WHOAAAAAAAAAAA-
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Aldryx sighed. It’s been 2 years. 2 years too long, with Agoti’s missing posters pasted everywhere. The streetlights, mailboxes, even the doors of the nearby stores. His little brother’s smiling picture printed on the paper, now getting blurry and worn out with each passing day. It was so cruel to see Agoti smiling, as if he was mocking Aldryx. He was gone, and that only reminded Aldryx more of the harsh reality things had been for so long.
Where was Agoti?
For all Aldryx knew, the police stupidly refused to give them any further information. It hurt Aldryx so badly, to wish that his brother was alright, but it had been so long, the only thing, the best thing he could only wish for was that Agoti was alive. He couldn’t care less how hurt he was, he needed him back, alive. He could care less about whatever fucking money the Dearests wanted from them, he wanted Agoti back. He would sacrifice himself to them, get beat, tortured, hurt, half dead, if it meant that he could live his life worry-free about his little brother. He would have rather him taken, he would make that exchange in a heartbeat.
But he didn’t. And all that was left for Aldryx was the bits and pieces of information that the police gave, from the feast of information they were probably hoarding from him. The world is as unfair as it could be, and all that it was to him was hell.
24 hours of anxiety, stress, worry and never-ending fear and concern, only to be repeated again and again, without a sign of stopping anytime soon.
Curse you, Daddy Dearest.
Why? Why did this happen, how did this happen?
And from the void, his hellish prison, Agoti screamed just whatever Aldryx was thinking from the top of his lungs.
Why didn’t I listen to everyone? How could I have been so foolish, to follow these imbeciles into this hellscape of a prison? They were right, they always had been. How could I have been so stupid? So blind? Everyone warned me, and I ignored them, now I am paying the price, and… so are they, from my own horrible decisions.
He slapped himself, gave himself a nice beating before shutting himself up.
How do I get out?
…
And where do I find these assholes?
And that was exactly what Solazar was thinking, from the coffee table of his house, right below where Aldryx was hating on himself.
He was ready to burn the world down, if it meant getting his beloved son back. He would be absolutely ready to give himself up, if both his sons were safe, happy and healthy. He would be so ready to do that, he would have done it so fast, there was no thinking. He just would. Sighing, he massaged his head for a quick 5 seconds, before gulping down his black coffee and leaving for the police station, to fish out whatever information he could get out from the police.
Leaving the door, he left Aldryx alone, in his own pit of self-loathing.
With eyebags under his eyes, he left his room, to lie down on the couch to watch the news, like he always did everyday, to know what the police would reveal about Agoti.
He clicked on the television, and watched the news.
And Tabi was watching whatever Aldyx was watching too, the exact same news studio, from his armchair, a look of dismay present on his face. Nothing on Agoti today, or anything useful for him to help. Not a thing, just the usual, Agoti missing, nothing found, same shit again and again. It was getting tiring, trying to read between the lines of all the articles and still getting nothing in the end. Tabi was getting impatient, tired, bored. Pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head, he slumped out the doorway to find the (possibly last) Andromeda brother.
It was a routine for the past 2 years. Watch the news, hate yourself, then seek out comfort. It’s been like that for all 4 of them, though Agoti would probably scream as a way to release his stress.
Until Agoti was back, it would be true to say that no one is sane. It all affected them in some way, Solazar filled without doubt, worry, fear and a little hate towards himself for letting his son get hurt. Aldryx was filled with self-hatred for letting his little brother go, and a lot of worry and stress, and his days were now dragged on to long, sleepless nights of tossing and turning. Tabi… he was hurt too, he lost his best friend, one of the only few people that understood him, his thoughts, his feelings. He was the closest person that Tabi had to a brother, he, in fact, saw Agoti as his brother.
But, he was gone. And that was the harsh reality.
Agoti? He was stuck with ever-lasting trauma now, and severe anxiety, stress, fear, worry, self-loathing, depression and he had lost all hope. He was all of Solazar, Tabi and Aldryx, packed into that thin body of his. They all had eyebags, none of them ever really catching a good wink of sleep.
Whatever sick ideas Daddy Dearest had for Agoti, to put him in such a horrible prison, for no good fucking reason.
It had been a few more weeks until Solazar had finally forced a policeman to spit out whatever information that they had been holding out on them. How? Bribery money. Information wasn’t cheap, and he nearly fainted at the cost of the entire thing, but if it was for his son, he would not even hesitate to pay. Hell, he would have sold everything if he had to, but the police were still easy to convince… kinda. Shitty FNF police, right?
What had he got? Oh yeah, some sweet locations of some dear people that were about to have a nice chat to his fiery fist.
Solazar had already begun to pack, getting a flight towards wherever the hell those bastards were at. Was he going alone? Fuck, no. Not on Aldryx and Tabi’s watch. Solazar had to let them go, he didn’t have much of a choice. Aldryx and Tabi were great at getting what they wanted, and to be honest, they wouldn’t care about Solazar’s permission. They were only asking out of sheer politeness. If Solazar said no, that’s fine, they would sneak onboard the plane. Yes. Sneak. Tabi already had blueprints of the plane and a way in. If they managed to get in, uncaught, everything would then be smooth. Solazar would not have the heart to kick them out of a plane, and thus, they would still be a help. They had felt so useless in those 2 years, not being able to help or support the case, nothing. They wanted a part of this, and this was their ticket for the action and drama they had been craving for so long. They knew that this was very serious, but this was Agoti, their little brother, they were ready to get hurt.
Solazar had already made it halfway out of the living room, ready to leave, but no.
“Where are you going, hm?” Aldryx asked, loudly slurping his cup of warm coffee. Solazar wasn’t too surprised he was caught, since he was dragging his suitcase and luggage outside.
“If you must know-,” Solazar started.
“Which I must,” Aldryx cut Solazar off.
“I am going to find Agoti.” Solazar finished.
“Ah, good. We packed our luggage in time. Tabi! Take the luggage down now! Thanks.” Aldryx grinned.
Tabi hauled down two medium-sized luggage, also readier than ever to go. The both of them were so enthusiastic, Solazar knew he had no choice and reluctantly let them follow him.
If you are wondering about plane tickets, Solazar is gonna football kick them so far that they reach another dimension.
Joking, but in all seriousness, Solazar had booked a private jet to give Agoti some luxury if they got him back. Therefore, no one really cared about the extra people as long as they got paid in the end and got their day’s worth.
Oh, Solazar, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. But he didn’t have a choice other than to let them come too. He knew that. There was no point in convincing them otherwise when their minds were already made up, and they were a rather determined duo, that they definitely were.
“So, are we going then?” Tabi asked, with a hint of eagerness and also sass.
Solazar rolled his eyes at the two, but still let them hop into the taxi.
On the way, all 3 of them felt so anxious, they had no idea what they were going face-to-face with, an incredibly risky thing. Solazar was already beating himself up for not realising that sooner. But it was far too late for that. They were now only hoping for the best, would they even survive any brawl from those… monsters?
As far as they knew, you couldn’t kill a star, Tabi was pretty fast with reflexes, and Aldryx had joined the military before, so he was great with weapons. That didn’t guarantee them a win, however.
Still, it was worth trying, for Agoti, at least.
And try, they will.
By the time they got on the plane, it was late afternoon already, they were burning daylight. The longer they made Agoti wait, the more danger he was in.
But little did they know, a blue little pipsqueak was already helping Agoti out, or… aggravating Agoti. But they were gonna get out. He finally found his way out, after so long. Agoti lost track of time by the lack of sunlight, his world of grey rocks could finally leave him. He was going to get out.
And this little midget was the key.
In the other dimension, the 3 of them were already flying, high up in the air, but… how would they reach Agoti? They had no idea how to travel to other dimensions, which annoyed them greatly. How the hell would they reach him? No, no… there had to be some way, some shitty Daddy Dearest voodoo magic? Maybe.
Agoti was fiercely rapping his way out, ready to leave.
Solazar, Tabi and Aldryx were ready to fight as the plane had just touched down. Now, by the time they had reached, it was 2 in the morning. If they did it right, they would find the Dearests while they were unconscious, which meant they had a bit of an advantage, and at this point, extra little chances would help them a lot.
Solazar had gotten a taxi again, to reach the building, where they only hoped to find Agoti.
After what felt like a drive for eternity, they reached their destination, which seemed to be a worn down, abandoned building. Huh? Of all places, this?
Daddy Dearest was known for not just his fame for his sins, but also his wealth. He would not have picked this wreck of a building in a place with so many other better options. Unless… no!
Solazar kicked down the door and scrambled in, looking everywhere, but just as he suspected, the place was empty. There was nothing, no one. It was a decoy by the police. They tricked him.
They really didn’t want Solazar to find Agoti. So, Solazar has wasted so much money, to get absolutely nothing. Oh, hell, he wanted to rip that policeman for that false hope.
Aldryx and Tabi realised the building had nothing but cobwebs and dust, and realised that if the Dearests got this place, if they even entered this place at all, they had left long ago. Aldryx was seething with anger while Tabi punched the wall of the building. But they all knew, Agoti was also long gone. So where was he?
Solazar collapsed to the floor, sobbing profusely. His son, gone, nowhere to be found, and he had lost so much money for that little bit of false hope. This was so fucking unfair, he wanted to burn the world to the ground. Little flame-like tears streamed down his cheeks as he grieved in front of the two young adults. They watched on uncomfortably, having no idea how to comfort someone with a millenia’s worth of knowledge, but they did their best, Aldryx hugging his father, while Tabi gently caressed the father’s shoulder. They were also very upset, but they weren’t as distraught as Solazar right now. Sure, they wanted to cry, they wanted to, but Solazar had been so strong for them, it was their turn. Holding back tears, they hoisted the star up to the front door to cry out loudly, without suffocating in such a dusty room.
Two years of bottling up his feelings, Solazar finally exploded, so incredibly upset with everything he had lost in a span of 24 hours, and still didn’t gain back the one thing he wanted back for the last 2 years, his son.
Agoti.
His youngest son.
A little brother.
A best friend.
They all lost something.
Solazar sacrificed so much, and he got jackshit in return.
It was a few hours of crying, and the tissues burned from his tears, quite literally. It was already sunrise, and Solazar was still sobbing, but he had no tears left.
He stumbled off the floor outside and tried to calm himself down.
“I’m sorry-,” Solazar started, but Aldryx and Tabi both shushed him, giving him a sympathetic glance, telling him none of this was his fault.
Solazar kept quiet, and went back into the building, for any last clues.
At the same time, Agoti finally left his crude prison, escaping successfully. He was so damn happy, he couldn’t speak. But he wanted to go home, he needed to go home. He wanted to see everyone so badly, it was impossible for him to wait. As he finally got out, with just a flash of bright light, he appeared in front of an abandoned building, the one where he was stuck in for a month, before getting trapped in the void.
Why was he here?
Nevertheless, he still went inside, just to get some shelter before finding a way back.
But, he didn't expect someone to be inside, or much less, 3 people to be inside. It was sunrise, or was it sunset? He didn’t know. But it definitely was a nice scene out at the balcony, from what he had experienced in the one month he was trapped there for. Yeah sure, it wasn’t the best place, but at least he still had sunlight, at least he could still tell the damn time. The void, it didn’t have any of that. It made him go insane, losing track of time, losing his sanity, losing all forms of communications to the outside world. It was worse than jail– jail still had bars to peek out of the cell, to the outside world. No, this was different. The void was a torture room that had no doors, walls or ceilings, and as free as he was, he couldn’t escape. Until now, when a sky blue bastard beat him at rapping.
He hated losing, but maybe he would accept it just this once. I mean- thanks to the little idiot, he was free.
He gingerly approached the balcony, where he saw 3 familiar figures that he loved so much.
“Dad? Tabs? Al?” Agoti murmured in a hushed voice.
The three of them swerved their heads back, all turning towards the familiar voice, the person they lost.
“Agoti?” They asked.
“That’s me,” Agoti sheepishly smiled.
No other words were exchanged as they all rushed to the other digidevil brother, enveloping him in a hug. It was warm, gentle, but also a very tight hug. But they were fine with that, they were all together again, and oh boy, would Agoti have quite a story for them.
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AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ITS DONEEEEEEEEE
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Zombified. (Larry Johnson x Fem!Reader.)
part 6.
co-written by @cupid-isgone
The sleeping bag situation was fine for the night. We were all in the smallest room in the house without windows for the night, basically all cuddled up. It was nice and warm compared to the cold outside, and the cozy ness was a stark contrast to the literal hoards of zombies outside the house.
I was having trouble sleeping that night, for whatever reasons - well, most likely the stress, but still. I didn't want to wake anybody up tossing and turning, so I quietly slid out of my shared sleeping bag and made my way to the kitchen. Maybe, if we were lucky, there would be some running water.
I could hear somebody walking up behind me - my reflexes had to be sharp to look out for zombies, after all. I wasn't worried, though. The steps were too quiet and gentle to be a zombie.
Larry rolled his eyes and walked forward until he was only a foot or so away from me. Despite his attitude, he put his hand on my face and held my cheek gently. "Aw, c'mon, it's not that bad, is it, babe?" He teased.
It was too dark for him to see how red my face was, but the house was so quiet I could've sworn he could hear my heart racing. "Why'd you offer to share with Todd, anyway? This would be so much easier if you just stuck with me." He sighed, exasperated.
I smirked at that. "Oh? What, are you jealous I didn't wanna cuddle with you?" I raised my eyebrows teasingly.
"Ha, you wish." Larry snorts. He gently tugs me towards the makeshift bedroom. "Just come on, I'm tired. We need to have all our energy just in case another hoard comes in."
I sigh dramatically but comply nonetheless. Larry makes sure to drag me into his sleeping bag and hold me against his chest, resting his chin on my head. It's peaceful. For the first time since the apocalypse started, I felt safe and secure.
"if you said no, I'd have to throw your ass over my shoulder and take you up there myself." he held a goofy smile on his face. I closed my eyes and giggled quietly at him before gently pressing my lips against his. I leaned on the counter behind me. Larry took this as his opportunity to pin me there by pressing himself against me and resting his hands on the counter. our kiss remained soft, we weren't greedy. the little things matter in the zombie apocalypse, and there was a silent promise that we weren't going to rush this moment for us.
I pulled away to take a breath. "I'd like to see you try and throw me over your shoulder." I grinned, my eyes never leaving him or his lips.
"right." he said sarcastically.
"okay, whatever!" I exclaimed dramatically. "go to bed, Larry Johnson. get out of my sight."
"ohh, I see how it is." Larry rolls his eyes as he gives me a stupid grin. He steals a quick kiss and before I can even say anything, he grabs my hand and pulls me back towards the makeshift bedroom.
Not quite what I had said, but good enough. We got back up to the room and Larry, as expected, refused to let me go back in the sleeping bag with Todd.
"Fine, fine, but only because you'd probably cry or something if I said no," I teased him.
"Shut up and go to sleep." He held me close to his chest while his head rested on mine. "We have stuff to do in the morning."
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me and larry scoped out the house for any useful supplies. sal and todd slept like rocks in the other room.
the house was freezing, my breath clouding in front of me. I shivered and hugged Larry's hoodie closer to my body. in one bed room, there was paper flung everywhere aswell as dirt and other trash items. it looked like it had been torn apart, like someone was trying to find something before they got to them.
"damn, who got their ass ate in here?" Larry snorted, kicking an old pizza box out of the way.
"obviously a fatty." I giggled, pointing out the pile of empty two liters that had be flung about the room.
"not nice." Larry said sarcastically. "You know, me personally I wouldn't be okay with someone calling me fat. I would fuck up a shit ton of 2 liters too."
"oh, shut the fuck up." I grinned.
on the desk sat a pistol in all of its glory. I almost let out a yelp of happiness.
"Holy shit!" Larry yelled, running over to the desk. I quickly nabbed it before he could take it. "hey!"
"you're not taking this, scally wag." I scolded in a western accent.
"shit, erm, you liberal sissy. fucking sissy boy." I corrected, slowly raising the gun to point at Larry. "pow pow!"
"ever heard anything about gun safety?" sal interrupted, leaning against the door frame with a sleepy Todd following close behind him.
"I don't know, man, sounds kinda gay to me." I switched my focus and checked to see if the gun was loaded. Just in case.
There were only five bullets, but that was better than nothing. "Hm. We'll have to be careful to only use this thing for emergencies. I don't know where we'll find any other ammo, since practically everything is looted," Sal said after I told him. "We're lucky we found this in the first place."
I nodded. "I can probably keep it in my bag, since yours is a bit ripped up, still," Larry offered.
"Yeah, right. I'm sure this is just a ploy to steal my weapon. It's almost like you don't trust me with a gun or something," I joked as I handed Larry the gun.
"yeah, that'd be sooo unreasonable."
I turned to Sal and Todd as Larry left to get his bag. "This area seems safe for now, but you never know. Should we stay hear for another couple nights to rest or keep moving?" I asked.
Sal glanced at the window before deciding. "We should keep moving."
"Alright, let me get Larry and we can leave as soon as we can." I could already tell the walk was going to be tiring. Whatever, at least I had Larry to mess with.
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what's your favorite type of dessert? and can you write a a yoru x reader with the reader being a total sweeth tooth? hope you'll have a good day!
𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .
( Synopsis ) Just, don't let someone tease him.
( Author's Note ) Ice cream! Nothing will beat ice cream. Or yogurt, if that's a dessert. The loml, I cannot survive without it. I don't have a favorite flavor since they all taste amazing, but bad ice cream is bad ice cream. Especially ice cream that tastes like toothpaste, bleh. I hope you have a good day too :D
( Pairing ) Yoru x GN! Agent Reader
( Content Warnings ) Slight ooc Yoru? Cursing, the reader is slightly impulsive, childish, and expresses their feelings quite easily.
( Word Count ) 1.0k words // EDITED!
It was pretty obvious for Yoru to figure out you had a sweet tooth. After every meal, it was basically a requirement for you to have dessert.
Even during the winter, you adored eating something that sends a sugar rush. You claimed it was refreshing and nothing could beat the sweet delicacy.
You always brought out the best reactions, especially when you figured out your stocks of sweets already disappeared in your stomach.
From time to time, you bought a cake to treat yourself for the week. Phoenix and Raze would always mistake what the cake was for and ask if there was a surprise celebration. They would run to their rooms to get the party poppers, but you would crush their hopes and reply that the dessert was yours and that there was no surprise celebration.
Or the times when you would bring out the ice cream from the freezer and realize it was iced cream. Occasionally, you would ask for help from Yoru to scoop it out of the tub only if you were in your rooms.
When you open the cabinet only to realize there were no more candies? Just to close and open the cabinet again as if the candies will magically appear? Oh, that's the best one.
He understands where your sweet tooth comes from, Zarusoba noodles were something he ordered every time if it was available on the menu.
Yet,
Your consumption of sweets was terrifying.
Yoru would rather die than admit he cares for others in the world. He had a reputation to keep up with: "I'm a cool lone wolf and no one can stop me."
But isn't too much sugar bad for you? What if you get diabetes?
It was a surprise for him too, finding himself caring for you. So whenever there was an opportunity, he would take it.
He tries to subtly steal the chocolates you hoarded in the fridge, throw them in his gatecrash and teleport them to the trash but he gets caught red-handed every time.
Yoru repeatedly doing this again and again though, oh you were gonna teach him a lesson.
The both of you rarely fought, since it was him silent and you talking most of the time you both spent together. But silence spoke volumes, and the silence you treated him right now was a different kind of silence.
Oh god, you were getting your revenge. You were giving him a playful silent treatment, weren't you.
"Yo, Yoru? What's that in the plastic bag you holdin'?"
Yoru cursed to the heavens in his head. Why, out of all places, did he run into Phoenix in the parking lot of a Korean convenience store.
"None of your business. Besides, how did you know it was me, and why are you even here in the first place?"
"Ey, curious now are we? I was buying Jett her groceries since I owe her a massive favor."
"You mean since she covered you for accidentally burning the old man's hat?"
"Shhhhhhhh, top-secret, remember?"
Yoru rolled his eyes, already preparing his motorcycle to get the hell out of there.
"Besides, you're the only person I know who wears his own custom hoodie and an oni mask."
"For fucks sake, anyone knows that by now. Keep your mouth sealed."
"But, I already did, I've shut up about your feelings for (Name) since Day one bruv."
What?
Yoru remained silent. No, he wasn't falling for the "so you do admit you have feelings for them" scenario.
Despite his attempt, Yoru's faltered expression stated otherwise. Even with the mask covering half of Yoru's face, Phoenix didn't miss how heat rose to his cheeks. Jackpot.
"You better hurry up if you wanna get those popsicles to their fridge! They asked help from Breach this mornin' to scoop out ice cream but Breach ended up slippin' the ice cream tub to the other side of the room and broke their spoon in half.
I'm tellin' ya, it ain’t their day today. I would be a bit angry and sad as well if someone destroyed my sneaker collection. But maybe, if you confess along with the ice cream they'll be in a good mood again? Not that you need to confess, of course, it's just a backup backup plan. Or the cherry on top." Phoenix grinned. He was finally giving Yoru the push he needed.
Yoru gripped the handles of his motorcycle. Pissed, he was pissed at how Phoenix read him like Killjoy's turret to Raze's boom bot.
Yoru didn't reply, and drove out of the parking lot.
"I believe in you fam!"
"Shut up!
—
Dinner was, awkward to say the least. For him, of course. You, on the other hand, ate your food like it was the best thing in the world.
The both of you agreed to eat dinner together in Yoru's room every night, to catch up on what happened during the day.
The turn wasn't in his favor, but hopefully, when you open the small freezer later, he has a slim chance.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Yoru chanted inside his mind. His palms were sweaty and he was bouncing his foot on the floor. Why was he getting nervous over you and ice cream? It's not like it's his first time encountering you or eating ice cream.
When you placed your utensils together, he prayed for once that you would stop this childish act up. Yoru watched quietly as you strode to open the freezer, and just as he expected.
"Ice cream! You bought my favorites!"
You ran to his chair and leaped into his arms. Yoru grunted and supported your legs hooked around his waist. Help him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you!"
"I didn't even say anything—"
"Who cares! You’re forgiven." You made yourself comfortable in his lap. "Ice cream is so sweet I'm not even joking."
Not as sweet as you.
Huh?
You seemed unaware of the impulsive confession you spoke of seconds ago, but your smile was enough for him.
Fuck love.
astolary 2022 — do not edit, repost, or translate.
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Dragon Shigaraki who’s still a gamer and his hoard consists of games, consoles, guide books that he doesn’t actually need but he thinks are neat, merch and themed clothing like shirts and hoodies and some blankets, with the occasional rock and book. Plushies become more common over time as well. Quickly realising he doesn’t want to actually sit on his games, it goes to cover his whole room instead, with a big pile he sits in of the softer stuff. Still with an occasional rock thrown in there.
And thinking about how at the start he might not even know how to make a hoard because he doesn’t like anything strongly enough to want to keep it close, but gradually being coaxed into starting somewhere, and the games are the best bet, and it evolves into clothing with logos and designs from games he plays more often than others. And as it gradually grows he becomes more and more content sitting among stuff that’s not only *his*, but that he *likes* and has control over.
Dabi when he starts hanging out in Shigaraki’s room having nerd clothing shoved at him to wear, and he might not know what the hell most of them are meant to be from but they’re surprisingly soft and comfortable so whatever, might as well if the boss is so insistent. And then Shigaraki curls a tail around him and starts fucking purring but in a growly raspy way that somehow sounds content and pleased. And Shigaraki had no clue he could get so much pleasure from seeing Dabi in his hoarded clothes, he’d done it on a whim from thinking how he likes Dabi, and he likes his hoard, so trying to combine them is the most logical thing to try next.
That it’s technically a thing dragons do for their mates is unknown to both of them, but right now neither cares much about reasons the why's, just that it’s comfortable sitting together, no pressing need to talk hanging over them, just existing in the same space. Dabi leaning against Shigaraki’s side, scrolling through his phone, reading, drawing in his sketchbook, or just watching him play whatever he felt like that day, a white scaly tail tucked around him or wrapped around his arm and one of the plush toys settled in his lap. The void chicken is a favourite.
Their status quo gets something new added to it when Dabi tries out one of Shigaraki’s games, and instead of telling him what buttons do what, like a normal person might, Shigaraki opts to pick Dabi up like he weighs nothing and depositing him in Shigaraki lap, putting his hands over Dabi’s on the controller and guiding him that way. It’s a bit weird for a bit but Shigaraki is so nonchalant about it that Dabi relaxes too and they stay like that the rest of the day. From then on it’s not unusual to find Dabi sat sideways on Shigaraki’s lap, leant against him while watching or doing his own thing as Shigaraki plays, or Shigaraki laid between Dabi’s legs and leaning against his chest as he plays.
No answer on if they’re dating or not though, much to other people’s exasperation and bewilderment
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DAY 9: Voice Loss
@febuwhump
Finn had had a seizure overnight, that much was obvious by the stabbing pains in his limbs. It wasn't the end of the world, so he took his time, changed his pyjamas -it was his day off, he wasn’t going to get dressed - and then headed downstairs.
In the kitchen, Fao was making tea when Finn appeared, his hair a mess and looking tired. He glanced at the clock - just after nine - and then frowned at his brother. “Didn’t expect you up so early.”
Finn gave his brother a look, and then frowned. His smartarse comment had somehow got lost between his mind and mouth, but he tried again. Still, nothing.
He grumbled in frustration, pulling his hoodie closer as he flopped on the sofa. He couldn't be dealing with this.
“You alright?” He asked, following his brother into the living room. “Want a tea?”
From his nest, he shook his head.
“Something to eat?”
"No." He eventually managed, frustrated.
Fao sat on the sofa next to him, frowning. “What’s wrong?”
More questions he couldn’t answer. He huffed, though curled against Fao. "No."
“Your words fucked off?” He asked, stroking through his brother’s hair.
He nodded, visibly relaxing. He should have known better than to be worried about Fao, worried that he wouldn't get it; he always understood.
“You can sign, if you want.” Fao said. “But you’ll have to emerge a little from your nest.”
"No." He was comfy and warm,and Fao knew what he wanted without him needing to do anything.
“Is no the only word you can find right now?”
"No." He fought for a moment, managing a smirk. "Fuck."
“Oh, you’ve got that one too? Of course you have, you little shit.”
He laughed. Of course he did, he took after his older brother, after all.
“You’re the worst.” Fao shot back. “Sure I can’t get you anything?”
Finn wiggled enough to get his hand out. Lucozade. Seized.
“Overnight?” Fao asked gently.
He shrugged; he couldn't be sure for definite, but it sure felt like he had.
“Mm, okay. I think we have lucozade in the fridge. Let me up to get some?”
Finn slowly shuffled off his brother, the promise of sugar slightly better than just Fao. He left room for him on the sofa, but pulled his hoard of blankets and pillows around him.
Whilst Fao disappeared to find the lucozade, Arrow appeared, standing on his back legs to sniff Finn’s leg on the sofa. After a moment, he scrambled up to join him, struggling to get any purchase.
The pup was a welcome surprise, though he startled Finn slightly. He ruffled the dog's fur, scratching his chin before he settled. He'd taken half of the sofa up, but Finn didn't care. He gave the pup a kiss on his nose, screwing his face up and laughing as he returned the favour.
Arrow wriggled his way onto Finn’s chest, enjoying the fuss from him as he settled. He was growing like a weed, seemingly bigger every day now.
Fao arrived back with the lucozade for Finn and a cup of tea for himself, settling next to his brother again. “Oh, you’ve got a friend there.”
Finn grinned, stretching out. "Mine."
“Oh, you got another word.” Fao murmured. “Maybe he’s magic. He’s not yours, though. My baby.”
He pulled a face. "Mine."
“Yeah?”
He nodded, wrapping his arms around Arrow to prove his point. For good measure, he signed it too, looking proud of himself.
“Alright. Let’s just have a sofa day.”
Work? He signed - remembering Fao's shifts was just far too much brain power.
“Not today.”
Ollie?
Fao hummed. “I don’t think so. I didn’t hear him leave, he slept in his own bed last night.”
Finn pulled a face. Of course he slept in his own bed.
“What? Don’t look at me like that.”
Loud together.
“Oh, shut up. You’re such a prude.”
Fuck you.
“No, it doesn’t work quite like that. Other way around.”
You fuck me? Gross.
“Finn!”
Gross!
“You’re gross.” Fao replied, as Ollie appeared.
“Morning. Who’s gross?”
Finn huffed, his grin disappearing. "No."
“I’m gross, apparently. Finn says we’re too loud.”
“Sorry Finn, can’t help it. He’s good at what he does.”
Finn made a noise, hiding his face in Arrow's fur. He didn't need to know that.
Fao laughed. “Such a prude. You’re an adult too, Finn. Can’t hide from reality forever.”
“Are we having a sofa day?” Ollie asked.
Finn struggled, the words somehow getting lost on his tongue. He just wanted to be able to have a fucking normal conversation, not be limited to three words and a possible grunt. "Fuck."
Ollie frowned. “Everything alright?”
“Finn’s having trouble with his words.” Fao explained.
“Oh, that’s shit.” Ollie replied. “Do you need anything, Finn?”
He could manage that one. "No."
“Sounds like a good excuse for a sofa day to me. Arrow agrees.”
Finn shot Fao a look. He didn't want to have to share with Ollie. He just wanted Fao to himself.
Ollie hesitated, sensing Finn’s unease from the way he looked at Fao. “Well, I’m going to get a shower, then. We need to go shopping too, so if either of you think of anything, let me know and I’ll go later.”
Guilt flared through him. He wouldn't say he hadn't meant it; he had. But it still made him feel bad. I'm not moving. He can stay.
“Sorry, I…” Ollie mumbled. “I don’t know sign.”
“He says you can stay.” Fao translated quickly.
“No, it’s alright. I need a shower anyway.”
"No." He'll come back?
“Finn wants to know if you’ll come back.”
“Uh, no, you guys can have some quality time.”
Finn groaned, struggling to find the words. He stumbled over the sounds, face screwed up in frustration. "Stay."
“Are you sure?” Ollie asked. “I really don’t mind.”
A grin made its way to Finn’s face. But he needs to bring snacks.
“Finn says you need to bring snacks.”
“I can do snacks. What do you want?”
Everything.
“I’ll see what I can do, then.”
#febuwhump2023#febuwhumpday9#voice loss#whump writing#whump prompt#whump#lost voice#can't speak#finn daniels#faolan blackwood#brothers in more than arms#ollie#the finn and ollie relationship is a fun one ngl#seizure fic#tbi#traumatic brain injury#dysphasia whump#poor finn#ollie doesn't know how to sign yet#he will tho
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Romantic Tropes With The Eddsworld Boys! Part 2.
Enemies to Lovers! PART 1
Tw: profanity, angst, enemies to lovers.
Edd:
- You had moved in a couple of days ago, and already, he had hated you.
- For one, you were basically nothing like him, well at least to him you weren't. You didn't like coke at all, you were pessimistic as hell, you hated drawing. You were basically the complete opposite of him. You were like a second Eduardo.
- Only you didn't get along with either one of them.
- Usually, anytime you saw eachother, you'd both immediately begin to bicker. Especially when you would shit talk his precious Cola, he'd get really pissed at you for that.
- You'd tell him how naive and dumb he was, how annoying he truly was. You would often go for the things that were very noticeable in his personality. While he'd usually never insult you, he thought of you as some annoying pessimist with a personality that would practically ward anyone away.
- Then, it was during one adventure(or should I say eddventure), that you had decided to screw with him. You had hidden away his colas, thinking it would just be a harmless prank. But then gradually it turned into the both of you at the top of a building with both Matt and Tom in danger. You had also attempted to kill eachother multiple times so that was something.
- You two screamed at eachother, blaming eachother for what had been happening. It had only gotten to a certain point when Tom practically had to yell in order for you both to stop fucking arguing and just help them out already.
- Edd immediately ran to help Tom, who had been dangling from the edge of the roof with a hoard of zombies dangling under Matt's feet, who had desperately been clinging to the rage demons legs. You ran as well, and saw that Edd couldn't pull the both of them up. Hesitantly, you ignored your doubts, ran behind Edd and grabbed onto him.
- He was confused by what you were doing, but you had only yelled for him to just trust you. You pulled, and he pulled. It was a struggle, especially with the tension of one of them possibly dying in the air, but eventually the two of you managed to get both Tom and Matt back onto the roof and safe.
- Of course, you still made fun of Edd. Saying how he ironically needed you to help him. He was offended obviously. But he was just relieved that his friends were safe and somewhere deep inside of him, he was relieved you were okay too.
- A good two weeks after that, during an event he had been going to with the others to take their mind off of their old friend(Tord) showing up and ruining their house, he had found you in the corner of somewhere. Confused and having the urge to poke fun at you, he went up to you.
- But you were injured.
- You were injured pretty badly, blood dripped down from a scar on your cheek. And a scar that passed through your thigh and onto the bottom of your leg. You had a blackeye as well.
- Obviously, he was concerned. It was normal to be concerned for someone with such a grave injury, right? He knelt down, and told you he'd find something to bandage you up with.
- Conveniently, he had found a bandage nearby and took it to you straight after. While treating your wounds, he had asked a question: "Who.. did this to you?"
- Not thinking much of it, you had answered with; "I dunno, but some guy with a red hoodie and odd hair saw I had somethin of value to him most likely, and basically broke me to bits. He ran off with my purse that had whatever the hell it was. Either he was stealing my purse for some reason, or I really did have something of value."
- He immediately recognized that description. Tord. But.. why did he hurt you? Surely it wouldn't have been necessary even if you had something that was of value to him, right?
- He had then begun to tell you about the incident that occurred with his house, you had seen it after all. Upon you learning that Tord was the same as the guy inside the robot, you had suggested that maybe to be more careful he just shouldn't be so trusting all the time.
- But he had suggested back: "Maybe you should be more careful, none of us know what he could possibly pull next!" You asked, "Why do you even care? Don't ya hate me because of me hating your damn Cola?"
- ...
- You were right.
- Why did he care?
- Dodging the question, he moved onto another topic and kept treating your wounds. After the two of you managed to part ways, forcing a goodbye, he had been placed inside of his own thoughts. He didn't know why he even cared.
- Over the course of a few days, the question only became more prominent in his mind. He would often find himself staring at random parts of you. The bright/dark shade of e/c in your big/small eyes, the longness/shortness of your h/c hair, the way the sun reflected on you. Your lips.. wait, what?
- He sighed in a frustrated way at his desk, he was just trying to draw and yet he couldn't seem to get you off his mind. His pencil danced along the delicate surface of the paper. And immediately, it stopped. Great. Now he had been drawing you due to the fact he had been thinking of you so much.
- He grumbled, and crumbled the paper and threw it in the trashcan. Looks like he was going to have to come up with a plan for this.
- Sooner or later, he had found himself rambling to Tom and Matt about you and your stupid Cola hating presence mockingly staying stiff in his mind. The others only watched as he continued on, and Tom then spoke: "I don't know man, sounds like you've got the case of L.O.V.E Syndrome."
- "L.O.V.E... wait, no I don't! We're enemies for christs sake!" Edd snarled, making aggressive gestures towards him as he stood. Tom took a sip of his smirnoff, "Ah, the sweet sound of denial." Edd only got angrier, "I'm not in denial! They've just.. been on my mind a lot, is all."
- "Well, for someone with such a deep hatred for them, you do seem to talk about them a lot. It's almost like you actually care about them." Tom teased, making Edd feel an odd hotness rush to his face. "I do not! Your- your the one who cares!" Defensively, Edd yelled back with his eyes looking like some anime tsundere girl.
- "Wha- how do i-" Tom sighed, "Listen, Edd. Maybe you should consider the possibility that you might not hate them as much as you think you do." Tom tried to say as straight foward as he could, and oh boy did Edd follow his advice.
- It was only a few hours later he actually decided to admit to himself that he.. didnt hate you. In fact, he loved you. But why?! Why did he find himself falling in love with his rival of all people?! He just didn't understand.. he didn't understand himself.
- As his own unhealthy way of coping with his newfound feelings, he acted a lot ruder to you than he was before. Which was.. incrediblely obvious. You could tell something was up, usually he never was THIS mean. Was he planning something? You didn't exactly know yourself.
- Come to think of it, you didn't know why you had found yourself feeling the way you did either. His appearance seemed to catch your eye a lot more than it should've. His bright smile anytime he had seen cola, the way he looked anytime he laughed, his big adorable green eyes.. wait what?
- You had already known what this meant, you were in love, obviously. But you didn't understand why it was him that you had fallen for. Like Edd, you developed your own little coping mechanism. And that was just avoiding him. Anytime you went outside of your house, you peeked to see if he was out there, and if he wasn't you went to where you needed to be. If he was, you'd just stay in.
- A few times, he had seen you shut yourself back in. He had found himself kind of.. sad you weren't coming out as often as you usually did. Was his rudeness making you not want to come out? Was he really that mean? Ugh.. he was so frustrated.
- This kept repeating until one fateful day when the both of you had went to the same carnival conveniently. The bright lights didn't blind him enough to make him not recognize that it was you. You were sitting on a bench, alone. Depressed looking and eating your cotton candy like there was no tomorrow.
- He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, something in him told him that you and him needed to talk. With a deep breath, he listened to the voice and headed towards you. "Hey." He greeted you awkwardly. You noticed him, and tensed. "Um.. hey?" You said, visibly nervous.
- He sat down on the cold bench, and you looked at your legs awkwardly. "The weathers lovely, isn't it?" He smiled in an attempt to cover up his tension, you responded while looking down: "Not really, I'd say it may be a bit too cold out here."
- You two began to talk, and it gradually turned into casual conversation into confrontation. Edd asked you why you hadn't been coming out as often, and if anything he had been doing made you feel that way. Afraid of your true feelings being found out, you snapped: "No! There's nothing I want to talk about! I just want you to leave me the fuck alone!"
- Tears welled up in your eyes, as you began to run off in an attempt to escape. You heard him behind you, calling out for you and telling you to wait. You didn't listen, and only hid somewhere in the hopes that he'd never find you.
- Unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. Because after a full 7 minutes of looking around the area, he walked by and found you. He slowly and gently approached you, sitting down next to your crying form.
- Placing a hand around you(which only made you tense up even more), he tried to gently get you into telling him why you had been behaving the way you did. After 2 minutes, he had finally gotten his answer, but it wasn't what he was expecting. Under the pressure of all the questions, you yelled: "Because I fucking love you, goddamnit!"
- "...what?"
- You broke down whimpering after that, strangely apologetic. Rapid shades of red rushed across your now red velvet face, "I dont.. I don't understand why I feel the way I do. I've never been nice to you and you've never been nice to me at all. So why do i.."
- "Well, I don't understand that either but.. I do understand how you feel. Because i.." He gulped, "I like you too."
- You certainly weren't expecting him to say that.
- After a minute of bickering.. somehow.. again... you finally asked: "Well.. what does this mean for us now? Does that mean we're.." Edd laughed awkwardly, "I guess it does! Haha.." The soft smile on his face brought you a sort of relief.
- "Can i... can I kiss you?" You asked, not daring to hide your desires any longer. He looked nervous, but he replied: "O-Of course you can!.."
- He leaned foward slowly, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. You leaned foward, and before you could snap your eyes shut: the softness of his sweet red lips met your own, the exciting yet nervous rush of being kissed overflowed you.
- Edd was happy that he had finally gotten how he felt off his chest. But boy, was this going to be an awkward thing to explain to his friends.
Matt:
- It's kind of understandable why the two of you didn't really get along.
- You. The for some reason mirror hating, self loathing, intelligent person. And him. The mirror loving, narcissistic, stupid man.
- It was obvious why the two of you didn't click at all. Tom and Edd only watched as the two of you had argued, both of them sipping their own favorite beverages. It seemed Matt had found his Eduardo.
- From then on, it was more of a petty rivalry Matt had formed with you more than an actual rivalry. Constantly trying to compete with you in random things, even the things he didn't like. Insulting you every time he was able. You had engaged in this rivalry, doing the same things back most of the time.
- Though usually you'd often agree with his insults, so even if you were his enemy, he'd run off because he felt bad.
- It was only on one day that had once been just a simple little competition for who had the better fashion skills, that you two had actually worked together. Gradually, a competition turned into a literal war.
- Items were being thrown around as fire caught throughout the entire building. Matt had been stupid enough to by a potion from some strange man in a alleyway, and to give it to the people who would be watching the competition thinking it would make them like him more.
- But it only made them like him a little too much. To the point where the potion had accidentally gotten to the other people and made them like you, which caused a total war zone. While Matt had a Matt-gasm over how loved he was, you had to drag him off somewhere.
- You told him that you had a plan, and he had to go along with it. Picking up a bottle of the potion you had found, it was labeled- "DO NOT POUR WATER ON YOURSELF AFTER DRINKING THIS. THIS WILL MAKE THE EFFECTS GO AWAY."
- Matt, in a serious tone of voice went: "Y/N.. I understand what I must do.. I must.. not give them water!" You faceplate, "No, or else this entire fuckin planet will be consumed by your fanboys and fangirls. And I don't want that, now come on!" You dragged off the sad looking Matt to go search for some water.
- After nearly being killed by the infected people and Matt because he didn't want the facts to go away, you managed to find a water hose and poured it all over the infected ones. They returned to normal, and made Matt feel very awkward with their mean stares.
- He hated you even more now, or at least he thought he did.
- On the same day his house had been destroyed, he and the others had found you injured. There was now a big ass would on your left cheek. And your house was destroyed as well. Matt, being petty and childish tried to say that he wanted to just leave you. But Edd, being the nice guy he is, decided you could go with them.
- Matt was obviously very unhappy with this, but Edd managed to convince him after he said he'd give him a mirror if he would let you stay. Matt carried you along with Tom, and due to that, got a closer look at your injury.
- "Did Tord hurt you too?" "Tord?.." You repeated that name, a bit confused. "The commie bastard who blew up our house and yours." Tom said, making you understand a bit better. "Oh, yeah.. I think one of the parts of his robot that exploded fell onto my house and destroyed it. I didn't really manage to dodge in time, heh." You giggled nervously.
- Matt looked away, seemingly deep in thought. Then he spoke again; "Well, worry not! I shall not rest until we find that pest who destroyed your house, your cheek and most importantly.. my FACE." His attempt to cheer you up had just turned into him talking about his face. Unsurprisingly.
- "But.. don't you hate the-" "For them, their house, and my face!" Matt cut off Tom, resulting in Tom giving him an annoyed glare. You laughed lowly, for someone you didn't like all that well, he could actually be kind of.. wait.. no, you hated him! There was no use in feeling anything positive towards him! Was there?..
- When you moved into their house and the friend group, you had found yourself going into your room a lot. And usually the one man that clouded your thoughts was Matt. You'd often bet he was probably doing something stupid that very moment(which was usually true), and wonder what it was.
- Thoughts had been clouded with the question of why he was so narcissistic. I mean, he didn't look that good to you. His hair was as fluffy as a cloud, and as orange as a tiger lily. His porcelain, perfect blue eyes.. those perfectly soft li- wait what?!
- You layed there, shocked at your own thoughts. Putting a palm on your forehead, you looked down. What had been going on with you lately?! Surely you couldn't be succumbing to that ridiculous narcissism of his!
- You stayed there, silent and in surprise. You needed to take in what you had just thought. You couldn't be.. in love with a complete narcissist, could you? Especially the man who tried to kill you once?
- You hoped to God it wasn't true, that you were just being silly or.. something.
- But you knew God couldn't lie to you, that irresistible smile and English accent told you the answer enough. His image layed mockingly in your head, taunting you with those deep blue eyes of his. And just like that, you knew you were unfortunately.. in love. With the guy who tried to kill you once.
- ...
- Yeah, maybe this wasn't exactly healthy?-
- But how had you even fallen for him so fast? It was like you immediately succumbed to him and didn't even realize it.
- Now there you were, flinching anytime you heard him speak and awkwardly trying to seem normal. But pretending to be normal only made you seem less normal. The stammering, the correcting of words, the constant blushing, the oddly more mean comments than usual.
- Matt would mope, and that would be all that it would take for you take back a mean comment. God, you really were in too deep, weren't you?..
- His cheerful "Yay!" anytime you did so just made your heart burn even more with the sense of knowing this was the choice that your heart had made.
- Meanwhile, he had been experiencing some things of his own. But due to his total stupidity, he didnt even realize it.
- Your precious e/c eyes were a source of annoyance for him! That stupid adorable smile anytime he did something questionable just made him rage! That laughter that sounded like a birds sweet melody.. oh, it just made him quiver with rage!
- He had been rambling to the others in those exact words when you weren't there, making Edd just roll his eyes. "Geez Matt, you'd figure you'd just stop talking about them if you hated them so much." He mumbled. "What?! No! They're simply too annoying to not talk about!" Matt responded.
- "They're too annoying to not talk about? With how you describe all the traits about them that annoy you, you'd figure it'd be just because your in love and are scared of the possibility of making fun of you because of that." Tom said, a dark expression on his face.
- "What? No! They just plague my mind with their annoyingness.. is all." Unsureness clouded inside his mind. "Oh, okay." Tom agreed surprisingly well, and went back to drinking his smirnoff. Matt decided to go to his room after a minute or two, to think about what Tom had said.
- After a minute of staring at a picture of you, man's legit gasped and went; "I'm in love with Y/N! And they're my enemy!"
- ...
- "Eh, this can work out fine!"
- With that, Matt began his plan to somehow swoon your heart, even though he had somehow swooned it on accident without realizing.
- Long story short, when carrying out said plan, it didn't exactly go as well as he intended?
- He had been trying to take you out for dinner, but for some reason he really wanted this to be secret, so he didn't tell you where on earth he would be taking you. You, tired as shit and it being like 3 in the morning, obviously tried to decline the offer.
- As he was trying to convince you, he had been stupid enough to say: "Please! I've been wanting to do this for days! I love you way too much not to take you out on a fancy dinner, especially considering your the one I love! And-" "..wait.. wHAT-"
- Let's just say you were as red as a pepper upon hearing that, and so was he upon realizing that he had just given himself away. "Uhh.. listen, I know this is kind of odd to want considering how i and you treat eachother usually but.. do you wanna go on a date? I'd really love for us to get married and have children and name them all "Little Matt" and-"
- You put a finger on his lips. You sighed, "We can go on a date, but I'm not gonna let all the other stuff happen just yet." He dramatically gasped, and squealed. Tightly, he hugged you, not letting go.
- You know..
- You never pictured the literal guy who tried to kill you and you ever doing this. Ever.
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