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started reading Heaven Official’s Blessing and i gotta say that xie lian is my exact type: pathetic
#THIS IS A JOKE#this is a joke post i swear don’t cancel me#i just think men that are kind of pathetic...are neat#mans is so sad and pathetic and kind of a loser how can i not love him#mxtx tgcf#tgcf#heavenly official's blessing#heaven official's blessing
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Love Beyond Labels
synopsis: the misunderstood "rich girl," reveals her academic struggles to a loner with his own challenges. In an unexpected twist, they form a unique friendship—she gets study help, and he gains a true companion.
genre: slice of life, humor, fluff, angst, smut
warnings**: swearing, bullying, joke of “social suicide”, smut (more to be added)
word count: estimated 10k (preview 1k)
release date: December 10th
a/n: thank you guys so much for 2k followers AHHHH so i decided to post my first ever written fanfic…this took forever to write btw lol
taglist open! (18+)
School is easy, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty. Well, that's what all your classmates thought. They didn't know how difficult school was for you. You never got what was happening in class. Anytime you got an answer wrong, no one batted an eye because who expects the rich pretty girl to get an answer right? But little did they know you would cry in the janitor's room after each time. You just hated feeling so dumb.
"Ugh, I'm not ready for today's test," Jaemin huffed, plopping down beside you.
"Wait, there's a test?" you sighed, already predicting the outcome.
Mr. Moon whispered a half-hearted "good luck" as he handed you the test, before moving on and finishing handing out everyone else’s tests. He already knew how it was going to go. You hated how even the teachers knew you were stupid.
After the test, you already knew you failed it. You were the last one to turn your test in, when Jaemin asked if you wanted to meet up with him, Jeno, Mark, and Chenle for lunch. You nodded telling him you had to stop at the office real quick.
Instead of walking towards the office, you sped walked to the janitor's closet, already feeling the tears threaten to escape. You knew you failed that test. Even though you acted like you didn’t know you had a test, you lied. You’ve been studying for it for a long time. Even canceling plans. But you would never admit it to anyone. You studied your ass off but still failed, that’s even more pathetic than forgetting about it.
You quickly took out the keys and opened the door quickly so no other student would see it. You thank the janitor for being so forgetful that you could easily steal one of his keys. He has a bunch of copies, one missing wouldn’t hurt. Right as you locked the door you sat in the corner, not even bothering to turn the lights on.
you were always an ugly crier, but it was okay cause you bought the most expensive waterproof makeup for these occasions. Only a quick bathroom stop is needed before meeting your friends for lunch.
As you were drying your tears you heard the door jiggle and then open. you quickly hid your face just in case it was someone you knew.
"Y/N?" a voice you didn't recognize spoke, interrupting your quiet moment in the janitor's closet.
Confused, you wiped your face and looked up at the mystery voice. You kind of recognized the thick black glasses boy in front of you. You knew he was in some of your classes but you couldn’t think of his name.
Fearing the worst you cleared your throat before asking “What do you want?”
“Uh, I don't want anything!" the boy replied, swiftly stepping into the room and closing the door. You noticed he had his lunch tray with him. "This might sound pathetic, but I like to eat my lunch here."
confused, you asked him “Why would you do that?”
“Well I don’t really have friends and I don't want to get picked on” he explained sitting down next to you, not having much of a choice because there wasn’t that much room.
"Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll just go," you said, preparing to stand up. But before you could, he quickly called out your name, making you look down at him.
"You're not bothering me! You can stay and talk about what's going on. I know we don't talk, but I can listen to you." His hopeful eyes convinced you to sit back down. You quickly wiped away your tears before confiding in him.
“You can’t tell anyone this!“ You put your pinky finger up and put it near him. “promise?
“I don’t have many people to tell” he let out a small laugh while putting his hands up defensively. “promise!” he took your pinky finger in his
“okay” you nodded “I failed my psychology test today”
you looked at his face and he looked confused “What?” you questioned
“Oh it's just, you always fail your tests. Everyone knows that”
As he said that you felt the tears start to come back. Of course, he wouldn’t get it. Why did you ever think he would get it?
“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m so sorry” he panicked “I shouldn’t have said that!”
you turn away, quickly wiping away your tears again. “no I get it, I’m the dumb girl”
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Hey, want to hear something embarrassing about me? I'm only here because of a scholarship. That's why no one wants to be friends with me!" he confessed.
you start to giggle “That’s not embarrassing!”
“It made you laugh! But here is something actually embarrassing, my teacher forgot my name today. Even though I've had her for the whole year.”
Your eyes widen, feeling bad that you forgot his name.
“ahh you don’t know my name either”
you smile “If you tell me your name, I’ll forgive you”
“haechan”
“That's a nice name, haechan” You smiled at the way it rolled off your tongue.
“thank you, I have a proposition or a proposal”
“I know what proposition means” you teased
he giggled, “I’ll help you study”
your eyes lit up, “really? What can I do for you?”
he avoided your eyes and cleared his throat “Be my friend”
your eyes softened “That’s not hard, I was going to be your friend after this conversation anyways” You pushed his shoulder.
He finally met your eyes and smiled at you. “then you don’t have to do anything, friends help friends”
As the bell faintly rang, you pulled out your phone. "Here, give me your number so we can talk."
he paused for a second before taking your phone
standing up and thanking him before you quickly left to go touch up your makeup in the bathroom. Reminding yourself you would have to tell Jaemin you were sorry for ditching him and the guys.
#nct dream#nct dream x reader#haechan x reader#haechan smut#haechan angst#haechan fluff#nct dream haechan#haechan#mark#renjun#jeno#jaemin#chenle#jisung
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a/n: literally wrote this so long ago and im only posting now so sorry if its trash im not editing till idk how long tbh
pairing: chris sturniolo x reader
word count: 498
tw: none
you were in the kitchen cooking dinner. it was the late evening and you thought matt and nick were getting takeout but it’s alright because you loved cooking anyways. chris wasn’t home at the moment because he went out with some friends of a friend. nick was near the door, scrolling on his phone and talking to you every now and then.
“girl noah schnapp is cancelled? i swear to fucking god, they do this every- AH” nick was cut off by a squeak of the door opening with chris walking in. you were still cooking and were faced the other direction from chris. “hi honey!” you grinned happily, excited that your boyfriend was home at last.
“dude what happened?” nick stood up, concern written all over his face. “it’s nothing, man, don’t.” chris shook it off and walked in the house. he had dried up blood coming out of his nose and dark bruises scattered around his face.
you, however, were still waiting for a response. you turned around and saw chris’ face while nick went to get matt from his room. your eyes widened slightly. you turned off the stove quickly and walked to where all three triplets were. chris sat down in a chair and looked down at his hands.
matt began asking questions and as they talked, you examined his face. you grabbed his cheeks with both hands and his eyes fell on you. yours were filled with sorrow and his were filled with guilt. chris hadn’t gotten into a fight since high school, so this was pretty rare to see.
you quickly walked to grab a tissue, ice, and a small towel. the other two triplets had sat down when you got back and you handed chris the tissue. he muttered a small, “thanks, love.” before wiping off the dried up blood.
when he was done, you stepped in front of him again, in between his legs. his hands immediately fell onto your waist and you started dabbing the ice around his bruises. you used the towel to dry the water off and tapped around his face.
he winced at the coldness and you whispered “sorry,” before wrapping the ice in a paper towel so it’d be less cold. when you were close to finished, a smirk fell onto his face. “gonna wear a nurse outfit for me?” he bit his lip, interrupting whatever nick was saying.
“SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK.” he yelled, before talking at a normal tone again. you couldn’t hide your smile giggle and tapped chris’ cheek playfully. then his face fell into a frown. “i’m sorry, baby.” he mumbled, ashamed.
“don’t be sorry, but no one likes seeing you hurt.” you tried to soothe him. you didn’t want him to feel bad and mope around for a few days. you then put the ice in the sink and the towel away. you walked back over to chris and ruffled his hair. “you need to wash your hair.”
a/n: last part is a joke 😭
#gonna edit soon i hope#chris sturniolo#christopher#christopher sturniolo#reader#fem reader#chris x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets x reader#𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸
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Spanish Study Date
Jake Lockley X non Spanish speaking!reader
Summary: Jake helps you with your Spanish homework
Masterlist
A/N: I am struggling in my Spanish class, which is not what I expected, seeing as I grew up heavily around Latin culture and language and listen to Spanish language music, despite not being Latino at all. I just thought it would come easier. Wrote this instead of doing homework. Stupid little fic just because.
warnings: references to smut, a quick suicide joke but I swear it's just 20 year old humor don't cancel me
EDIT: This was written a year ago and I was still new to fanfiction and creating a welcoming space to all readers. In the original of this, I didn't put any sort of warning that reader does not speak any Spanish and that isn't right. I know now this makes Spanish speaking readers feel alienated. I edited the post to make sure it says in front that reader doesn't speak Spanish, at least well. I added this note to not seem like I was hiding anything because I definitely didn't do as well as I could have.
“Jaaaaake! Just tell me what it is, please?” You whine. You were taking spanish this semester, and it was kicking your ass.
“Mi vida, I said I would help you, not tell you the answers.” Jake scolded playfully.
You flop your head on the table. “You sound like my mom trying to help me with math homework.”
Jake laid the side of his head down at the table with you. “If I tell you the answers, you’ll fail the test. If you fail the tests, you’ll lose your GPA, if you lose your GPA… well honestly it’ll probably be fine but you seem to want to keep it up.”
You nod, head still attached to the table. “I need a good GPA for grad school.”
“Si! Grad school. That’s it. The entirety of your grad school depends on me not helping you cheat.”
You turn to him, looking at his face smushed against the table. “If I have to conjugate one more verb, I swear to god it’s going to be my 13th reason.”
This made Jake sit up. “Amor, you know I don’t like when you joke like that.”
Sitting back up on the chair, you cross your arms at him. “I’m not joking.” But seeing Jake’s face made you back down. “Fine, I’m sorry.”
His face softened into a smile. “In spanish.”
You sigh. “Lo siento…”
Jake holds your head in his large hands. “Bien Trabajo, carino” He kissed your forehead, still red from the table. “Now, let’s finish your homework. You almost have it, you just keep mixing up a few verb forms.”
You pout at him, not ready to give up. “Tell me what they are, and I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life” You raise your eyebrows suggestively”
Jake gives you a pointed look. “Amor, you give me the best blowjob of my life every night.”
You slink down on the chair, defeated. “Fine! Fine. I’ll do it.”
“You’re almost done, then we can make dinner, okay? Crack open some wine for all your hard work?”
You perk up at that. “I love you, honey.”
Jake waved his finger playfully “Aht aht aht! En Espanol.”
You groan, flopping your head back on the table, mumbling into it. “Te amo cariño”
#jake lockely#jake lockley x reader#moon night fanfiction#moon knight thoughts#moon knight fanfiction#jake lockley fanfiction#oscar isaac
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The One Where They Go On A Disney Cruise
Summary: Sammy booked a nice sea voyage vacation for the boys….
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: swearing, drinking, cruise ships, stuck on a vessel with these 4 in the middle of the ocean, not enough research done of cruises
Note: THIS IS FOR THE ANON 👤 THAT REQ THIS YONKS AGO!! I'm so sorry it's taken me a long ass time but health problems & just reaaaalllly not in the mood to write, got the best of me 🙏❤️
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The boys were all smiles as they hauled their luggage up the ramp to board the ship. Danny had been meaning to comment on the size of one of Sammy’s bags as he kept moaning it was, ‘fucking heavy’ but got distracted to try and keep the guys all in check at the airport.
“Sammy, dude. What the fuck did you pack in that?” Danny asked as the bassist walked in front of him up the ramp, leading everyone onto the vessel as he struggled with his two bags and fanny pack.
“Shoes.” He simply replied seriously. Danny didn’t know if he was joking or being serious but he also couldn’t even say anything to that because Josh and Jake were shoving themselves into the back of him trying to make him walk quicker.
“Quit it!” Josh yelled out behind him to his excited twin.
“DID YOU KNOW THEY DO PIRATE NIGHT?”
Sam grinned to himself. He purposely booked their vacation when the woman told him it had been cancelled for an unknown circumstance but it was available on other cruise ships. Just to fuck with him. “Might not witness that while we’re on this buddy.”
Jake’s smile fell. “What? Why?” That had to be bullshit. Sam was fucking with him surely. Pirate night was held on every third night of the cruise! It was a STAPLE in Disney Cruises!
They all made it onto the cruise ship. The grand exterior of the main lobby was insane. Josh had his head looking right up at the ceiling of the massive ship as if he was looking at stars.
Sam pushed his sunglasses onto his head and turned to his older brother. “It’s pirate night 365 days for you anyway! So what difference does it make?”
Jake pouted a little.
“Besides, we came here to relax, chill, and drink.”
Danny snorted. “Isn’t that you 365 days of the year?” Sam ignored him but Jake grinned at the taller man for sticking up for him.
“Did you know that Disney Cruise ships have never had one that-“ Josh began but Danny held up his hand. “Nope. None of that. Hearing about every fucking ride and it’s faults was enough. Nothing about cruise ships please.”
Josh’s face fell to match his twins previous expression.
“I tried to book us a room each but, I thought let’s share and save money so we can spend it on other stuff.” Sam declared. “Me and Daniel-“
“Daniel and I” Jake corrected him.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t grammar check me. Just because you use the longest words in existence when you post something."
Jake let out a deep sigh. They’ll never let him live that down. He just wanted a nice wordsy post not the usual boring stuff. He wanted something fancy.
“Daniel and I…..” He widened his eyes as he looked at Jake. “Will be sharing a room-“
“Why can’t I share with Daniel?” Jake asked.
“Yeah, why do Jake and I have to share?” Josh piped up.
Sam closed his eyes. “Because, if I shared with any of you on this thing I think I’d actually murder someone. Besides, you two communicate in that….” He started wiggling his finger at them as he thought of what to say. “That….non-verbal way you do. With the looks and the hand gestures. Perfect. Also you two love being together and would probably moan about not being together if I did split you up! ”
Jake and Josh looked at one another and then nodded. Yeah.
They grabbed their bags and trudged off to their room after check in. It took a little longer because Jake was asking if there were any themed rooms on the cruise ship.
There were
He then asked if there were any pirate themed rooms.
There weren’t.
Jake was bewildered. No pirate theme rooms on a SHIP?! Blasphemy!
The lady behind the desk began to tell them about pirate themed rooms and places at other destinations and Jake wanted more details but Danny told them to move on and get to their rooms to settle in, unpack and get this vacation started.
Sam smiled widely as he entered their room. There were two big twin beds, a nice bathroom, comfortable looking pillows and a mini bar. Perfect.
Danny was smiling as he walked over to his bed and placed his bags down. He looked out the window and grinned. “I needed this.”
Sam nodded. “Same. Looking after you lot really takes a toll on a person.”
Danny’s head slowly turned to look at his friend, staring in disbelief.
Sam ignored the bewildered look from his not blood-brother brother, kicked off his sandals and clapped his hands, and rubbed them together as he grinned. “Now, let’s go explore this big bitch!”
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Josh and Jake were in the middle of their room doing rock, scissors, paper, to see who would get the bed near the window. It was their 3rd game as it was best out of 5 since Jake lost the first two.
“You know what, just take the damn bed near the window, Jake.”
Jake bounced over to the bed and threw his stuff down before shoving his face against the window. “Ahhhhhh”
Josh watched as his twin took a deep breathe, despite the window being closed.
“I”m taking it you’re excited?” Josh asked as he looked down at his phone. The brightness would make anyone else shriek back in horror but he was used to it and liked the glow it gave off.
Jake didn’t even answer, he turned to Josh and his beacon light of a phone. Just staring at him. Josh knew that look when he looked over to him.
“Okay fine.” He let out then lifted a hand and gestured in the air. Jake threw his head back with a laugh. “Okay deal!”
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Danny and Sam were walking along the deck. They were taking photos with Sam’s beloved Olympus 35, laughing, posing weirdly, getting looks but also smiles at their antics. “You know we could have just filled the cooler and gone to the river again with some dinghies.”
Sam ignored him. True they could have, but last time it was a mess. The cooler got filled with river water, Jake’s Taki’s got wet, Sam ended up stuck in a shrub and Danny had to get out and help him, and Josh nearly went flying into a rock.
Soon, they wandered to look over the rail of the ship, drinks in hand. They smiled at each other, clinked their glasses and enjoyed the vast view of the blue ocean. There was silence but it was peaceful until Sam said, “You ever thought about diving off the side of a-“
“Come on let’s try and find where they are” Danny pulled him away from the rail.
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Josh and Jake were inside and found themselves with some cast members. Josh was giggling at Mickey as he stood there listening to the vocalis rant about life, his hand waving in the air. “You see? We just need to embrace life and live it. Not thinking about how it will all end, we need to make memories and live the now-“ Mickey was holding his hands to his mouth as if he was in shock but also laughing. Jake was ignoring the whole situation of Josh giving Mickey an existential crisis and was taking selfies with Goofy in his sailor clothes.
“There they are!” Sam called out and ran over, drink in hand as his paper umbrella went flying. He suddenly stopped, pointed at Donald who also pointed back at him as if he recognised Sam. Then they both pointed at each other's bare feet. “Give me a hug you wacky duck!” Sam let out and hugged the adorable character.
Danny also got a picture with Pluto and Minnie as they posed for Sam’s camera. He walked over to Jake as he finished taking pictures with Goofy and beamed a smile.
“Just got down here?”
Jake shook his head. “Nah, we’ve been here for an hour. Josh won’t leave Mickey alone.”
Danny snorted a laugh and looked over to the shorter man who was still talking to the mouse. “Okay” he walked over, smiled at Mickey and put his hands on Josh’s shoulders. “Time to let Mickey have a break dude.” He began to shove Josh away as Mickey waved, the shorter man still trying to talk to him.
“Let’s get you a tequila soda and some snacks.” Josh suddenly perked up and stopped talking about life and death. The boys found themselves in the ship bar. They warned the staff there they would see a lot of them and they already got free shots and were on a first name basis with most of them.
“So what now?” Jake called out as the conversation died down.
Sam looked at each of them. “Yeah, what do we do on a cruise ship?”
They all glanced at each other and shrugged.
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The next day.
The boys decided to try and relax by the pool. Jake was wearing black swimming trunks and his straw hat, along with a book in hand.
Josh was going to wear a gold speedo but Jake slapped it out of his hand. He decided to wear a pair of striped shorts and some sandals, along with a big pair of sunglasses and a long Japamala.
Sam was wearing his short shorts in purple, no sandals, sunglasses and had a cocktail ready to go.
Danny wore a pair of mustard yellow trunks, his hair tied into a bun on his head, a beer in hand and a smile.
They lay on their sunbeds as people did the same, some in the pool, some just walking around.
“This is too calm for us.” Sam let out.
Danny turned to him. “This was your idea. I said we should have gone to the river.”
Jake was sitting reading his book, “but snacks don’t get wet on here.” He mumbled.
“I BET SOME STUFF DOES GET WET ON HERE WOAHHOEEE WHEEYHEYY” Josh loudly let out. Sam smiled at his bizarre older brother.
“What else do we do on cruises?” Danny asked out. They all looked at each other, apart from Jake who was still reading.
Sam closed his eyes trying to soak in the peacefulness. Okay it did feel too calm but hey, at least there was no annoying pirate night. Right?
Like clockwork, a speaker on the deck made a bell sound.
“Ladies and gentleman, we have an announcement to make. You were informed that Pirate Night was in fact cancelled due to some circumstances. However, we are delighted to announce that Pirate Night SHALL be happening as usual and the third night of our journey.”
The people around them erupted into cheers. Jake was beaming a smile at the page of his book before he put it down.
“You have got to be shitting me!?” Was all Sam let out loudly as he looked at the rest of the people all happy and then back at the boys. Danny was delighted. He was smiling and actually excited. Hell, even he wanted to dress up in pirate gear and run around on this big bitch of a boat.
Josh was smiling as he looked at his twin. Jake perked up an eyebrow at him and Josh nodded and then lifted his left hand and made a gesture with his index finger and then thumb. Jake laughed and nodded back before he pulled a face. “Okay, but only if you let me have the sword this time.” Josh answered back to that and settled back into his sunlounger as Jake beamed a happy smile.
Meanwhile, Sam was looking out at the blue waves. He was imagining himself on a raft trying to escape with one of the cast members . No idea who he’d try to shove on the raft with him. Either Donald or Pluto.
He nudged Danny. “You ever wonder how long a person can survive at sea?”
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The last day.
Josh had an adventure on the cruise ship. Last night he found an unlocked costume room and decided to put on a Mickey Mouse outfit. Weirdly, he got away with being Mickey for around 6 hours until he felt like he was going to faint from the heat and tried to slap Sam when he heard him let out a joke about his brother and his whereabouts.
Josh was made to promise to not cause anymore trouble while on the ship or else they would be banned from any Happiest place on Earth or water forever.
Jake didn’t give a shit about anything else. Tonight was Pirate Night. And you best believe he brought his clothes with him. Everything but his real sword because last time they got in trouble at Medieval Times. For this occasion, he has a bubble sword which he thought would be fitting with the boat AND it’s fun!
Danny was taking a photo of Goofy holding Sam in a headlock, laughing and trying not to break down completely at the image of Sam legitimately getting a little freaked out and the soulless smile Goofy was giving to the camera.
“ARRRRRRR!” Was all he heard from behind him along with people saying, “Oh my god! This year they have Pirates of the Caribbean cast members?”
He turned around with a smile knowing what he was going to see. And there Jake was. Stood with one foot on the railing of the ship, posing with his hand out as people took photos. He was wearing his pirate outfit, complete with a hat this time with a red bandana on his head underneath, eyeliner, hair teased a little, giving Jack Sparrow if he shaved. Danny laughed when he spotted the bubble sword tucked away in his belt.
People started taking photos with Jake as he stood there with the sea and the horizon behind him. Posing away as Sam finally got out of Goofy’s headlock. “He really was a fucking pirate in his last life.” Danny nodded
“What do you think you were?” He genuinely wanted to know
Sam took a sip of a drink that appeared in his hand as he took his camera from Danny with the other. “I don’t know….a garden gnome?” He said seriously before walking away from his friend to quickly snap a picture of Jake with a bunch of people taking photos with him.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Pirate Night!” Was announced loudly and everyone started cheering as the cast members were all in a line, waving and dancing to the music that was playing, dressed in their cute, best pirate attire.
Jake unsheathed his bubble sword and started waving it about, really adding to the atmosphere and tone of the night as everyone smiled, snapped pics, and enjoyed themselves.
“We will begin the fireworks shortly, there are themed drinks for everyone to enjoy so please help yourself.” One crew member announced, and so did everyone. The lads all stood there with a drink and clinked their glasses together. But Josh was missing.
“Where did he get to now?” Danny asked, looking around the crowd of people.
Jake stood smiling away just taking in the moment but did note it was weird he was missing since he loved fireworks and fire so much, AND alcohol.
Sam snapped a pic of someone falling over on the deck and then nodded in agreement that it was odd. “He’s probs in another costume or something.”
After a few minutes the fireworks began. Everyone stood ‘ooing’ and ‘ahhing’ at the colours and sparkles. The reflections of the fireworks on the sea made the experience much more different than seeing fireworks just blast off into the black inky sky above.
Suddenly, someone from the crowd let out a, ‘what the fuck?!”
The boys turned around to find Josh wearing a big pair of sunglasses and his brown jumpsuit. But he was also wielding two of those firework swords, lit.
“PIRATE NIGHT BABY!!” Was all he yelled out before it started going off, shooting random sparks up into the air and on the boat. Mayhem broke out and everyone started screaming.
Jake grabbed his bubble sword and started to try and join in and make some bubbles. Sam was laughing at the chaos as the cast members were running away from Josh as he stood there, grinning like a maniac as Danny yelled at him to stop. “JOSH! STOP IT!”
As the swords finally stopped. Danny looked around at the cruise ship and let out an annoyed sigh. “SEE! AND IT STILL WENT ON THE ROOF!”
#gvf#greta van fleet#gvf fic#greta van fleet fanfic#gvf fanfic#josh gvf#josh kiszka#jake gvf#jake kiszka#sam gvf#sam kiszka#danny gvf#danny wagner#fics#LMAOO THIS IS JUST TERRIBLE IM SORRY
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my writing year in review: 2023
thank you @oknowkiss for tagging me!!
I really thought I posted a lot more to ao3 in 2023 than I did, lol.
MARCH
hypothetically, yes / dramione / 11.8k / rated E
“Malfoy.” She pushed her frames up higher on her face. “I’ve objectively analyzed the situation—“
“What situation?”
“Our situation, and—“
“What is our situation?”
“The state of our relationship.”
“Which is what, exactly?”
“—and I’ve determined that you and I should date.”
OR: Hermione uses science to convince Draco Malfoy to date her. He's not interested.
JUNE
Good Kisser / dramione / 843 words (lol) / rated T
Hermione kisses Draco to prove a point.
Then I posted 3 short little fics I shared last year on twitter for friends' birthdays. Even though I didn't write them this year, I'm including them because otherwise this list is really short lmao.
AUGUST
Practicum / 1.2k / rated M
"Why did you ask him to obliviate you?”
“I…don’t remember. But the point is, he did it, and he mis-fired. And now I’ve lost a large body of valuable knowledge I spent years acquiring through countless hours of intensive study.”
Hermione is intrigued. “What did you lose?”
Malfoy hesitates, a faint flush staining his cheeks. “Sex.”
She raises her eyebrows. “You forgot—sex?”
OR: Draco needs a teacher.
SEPTEMBER
Romancing the Receptionist / 1.7k / rated T
Only after she escaped into the conference room and felt her shoulders drop did she realize her entire body was bracing for a confrontation.
The next week, it was the same: sad eyes, a nod, tense shoulders, a flock of mischievous memos.
Malfoy wasn’t gearing up for a fight. He was just trying to get through his days without a paper cut.
OR: Draco has an in with Hermione’s favorite novelist.
Returning the Favor / 1.4k / rated T
“Malfoy. Will you please do me the very great honor of taking my slapginity?”
“If I do, will you stop saying slapginity?”
“I solemnly swear I’ll never say it again.”
He heaved a sigh. “Fine. Stand up.” He stretched his arms in front of him and cracked his knuckles. “Where do you want it?”
“My face.” She pointed at her cheek.
His eyes widened briefly. “Fuck. Are you sure?”
“Give it to me, Malfoy. And don’t be gentle,” she said, full of drunken bravado.
He smirked. “I’m never gentle.” He raised his hand.
OR: Hermione asks Malfoy to try something new.
Wild Sings the Bird / 27.5k (WIP) / rated M
Birding is for
• Weirdos
• Septuagenarians
• Hermione Granger (not anymore)
• …
• Draco Malfoy??
Hermione is fine. Really. She’s very busy these days, cancelling her wedding and avoiding her well-meaning but overbearing friends. Unfortunately, her friends have given her an ultimatum of sorts: teach her hobby-hopping yet accident-prone enemy, Draco Malfoy, about birdwatching, or suffer the wrath of constant friend support and supervision.
What does it say about her life that birding with Malfoy is the better option?
(This is my personal pride and joy, my beloved. I posted 4 chapters this year and have 18-20ish to go.)
DECEMBER
Not What It Looks Like / 5k / rated M / for dhr advent 2023
A hot, panicky hurt begins to throb inside her chest. This doesn’t make sense. Is it some type of horribly misguided practical joke? Revenge for shutting him down a few months ago?
Or—is it a parting gift? A “so long and thanks for the memories, now I’m off to fuck someone else?”
”What—” Her voice croaks. She clears her throat and tries again. “What the fuck is this, Malfoy?”
Confusion creases his forehead. “They’re photos of you.”
She’s five seconds from bolting back through the Floo. “I can see that. Why have you given me two dozen terrible photos of myself for Christmas?”
Or: Draco gives Hermione a Christmas gift.
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Paper Cranes
TW: homophobia, bullying, church abuse, swearing, assault, ED, SH, compulsive exercising, Republicans, purity culture, evangelical crap, but most of all middle school. If I’ve failed to include anything, just let me know. Fr I wrote it for me and posted it for those who might find my experience affirming. I’m all good if you need to scroll right on past a trauma post.
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The first time I ever watched homophobic bullying was in my pastor’s office. All the teens were waiting around a table for our youth pastor. There was one gay boy, a close friend of mine in a relatively small group. From the first week his family joined our church, an older girl in youth group announced to the rest of us that she couldn’t stand him because “he’s too happy and sings too much.” It was true. The new boy was the most cheerful, outgoing person I’d ever met. And he loves to sing.
The same girl gave a similar PSA behind my back when I was new. “We shouldn’t play with her because she’s weird and wears dress up clothes.” I was six. And it was true, I did wear a princess costume every day. Eventually I traded in my tutus for some looks that better reflected internalized misogyny and everyone figured out I’m funny as all shit and can get along with most anyone. I graduated from the bottom of the food chain.
So I shrugged off her hot take on my new friend. I don’t think she liked that her plans to cancel the new guy flopped. Because as we were waiting around that table she jumped up and grabbed his earlobe between her finger nails. She was super proud of her nails. They were long and scraggly like a cat and she was into filing them in public in case anyone felt too safe.
She dug her nails in on either side and no one said anything. You don’t stand up for a boy to a girl. I can’t remember if he tried to swat her off or just took it. It was only a minute but it was a damn long one. Blood started to bead around her nails. Then the door opened and she sat back down. Sunday school started.
Nothing I believed, no books, no paper, no concept of abomination could override what I’d just seen, the revulsion deep in my gut. It was more than rage. More than disgust. I still have no word for it. I was too young and the feelings that well up are still those of a thirteen year old.
It doesn’t matter what you call it. Anger like that is like walking around dead and suddenly finding your pulse because it’s roaring in your ears like a jackhammer.
I prayed to be like everyone else. To care about the same social issues in the same way. The only way I could make sense of my loneliness was that I was cursed in some way. If God loved me, he would make me content with the same values as my peers. But I had just seen someone harm someone else and not a single one of these fine, upstanding kids I’m supposed to make friends with say a damn thing.
A few years later, there was some kinda touchy-feeling Jesus shindig where everyone got real sugared up at night and had a big sing along with some college kids who were supposedly qualified to talk about the deep shit with us. If I mentioned their university you’d recognize it. Hint: assault cover ups
One guy, nineteen or so, must have gotten particularly inspired in the spirit because he starts preaching off-the-cuff about the sins of anorexia, binging, purging, and cutting. I inched backward. I tried hiding behind a football player; I was about half his width after all.
Peggy, what’s up with the bandaids?
I guess I tripped over a wall.
Hey I have a joke. How many Peggies can you fit in the shower? No one knows because—-
— I keep slipping down the drain. Heard that one.
Eat a fucking sandwich, you skinny cunt
The best part of the speech is it was addressed to us about the bad, vague other kids who barfed and otherwise screwed around. Those poor fuck-ups, insulting God’s creation by choosing to defile their bodies.
I couldn’t wait to get home and go for it, but felt a whole lot more like a compulsion than a choice.
I’ve heard this sermon twice, by the way. The second time, the pastor held up a paper crane and asked us to admire its delicacy and the skill it took to make it before shredding it up. Guess he worked hard on that metaphor.
That was me. A paper crane. Pure white, crafted precisely, folded up small. You could pinch my wings between your fingernails and pull them off. I wouldn’t bleed and you could vacuum me up. That was my power. The control in the fine lines and tight folds.
Anyway here I am squirming on my butt and waiting for my chance to burn off my two bites of pizza and Oreos. I’m pretty sure I’d made everyone laugh by scooting the cookies into my mouth from my forehead with no hands. See, everyone, I eat. Yeah, I was gonna have to get in some crunches tonight.
I wondered if I could chug enough lemon water to get diarrhea without being noticed, when somehow, we were looking at each other. The boy’s eyes were bright blue. Ice blue, like in cheesy books. Gay.
Skinny.
Leviticus. The apostle Paul.
Cutter.
It’s a powerful feeling, that two seconds of eye-contact that lets you know you aren’t crazy. That you aren’t the only one in the room who is angry. It is taking a hand to find it as wounded as yours.
Whatever is divine in this world, whatever is true and special and outside of ourselves, it is in the rage you can’t shake. If a voice is telling you that no one deserves to be treated this way, that you inherently do not deserve this, and you say shut up and shut up and shut up and it won’t
Shut up, shut up,
and your only answer is this is bullshit. You should get up and leave
Shut up
I said you are free to walk out,
I can’t,
well then I say you can. I say Truth never left you and you’re not dead.
disclaimer: I did not write this to shit on Christians (I am a Christian) or any tradition in general but the corruption that exists in specific systems
other disclaimer: the other kids in this story were literally also just kids, even the mean ones. I’m pretty sure all of them have grown into sensible adults I’d hang out with. I did not write this to shit on them either.
#personal post#so personal#lbtqa ally#queer affirming Christian#spirituality#religious trauma#church trauma#tw: ed mention#tw: evangelical crap#tw: bullying#tw: homophobia#eating disorder recovery#Peggy Sue for the win#feminism
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“You’ve just been to Manhattan” can’t tell for sure if this takes place before or after The Ruby’s Curse but either way this is post-The Angels Take Manhattan and omfg OUCH
Also the fact that this is the closest they ever are besides Trenzalore to being fully caught up with each other (Trenzalore was post-Library River and the only thing Eleven hadn’t done yet was Darillium, now the only thing River hasn’t done yet is the Library)
River fully believes that the Doctor doesn’t love her and it HURTS but it’s understandable because sometimes Eleven treated her ABOMINABLY
The look on Twelve’s face when he realizes she genuinely believes it 😭 in that moment he swears to himself that he will spend the rest of his time with her convincing her that he loves her
“He doesn’t go around falling in love with people” tell that to Rose and Astrid (although with Astrid ig it was more of a wish fulfillment kiss for her than anything)
“It’s like loving the stars themselves you don’t expect a sunset to admire you back” STEVEN MOFFAT YOU POET
She genuinely believes that he doesn’t care about her and it HURTS
The way he says “hello sweetie” and the love in his eyes and HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FUCKING EPISODE HE SAID THE THING
The way they fall right back into their banter bouncing right off each other I ADORE THEM THE CHEMISTRY IS IMPECCABLE
“Mummy and Daddy are busy” I LOVE HER
SHE CALLED HIM DARLING
“What do you think?” “Of what?” “My new body!” “Oh I’ll let you know. I’ve only seen the face” THE LOOK HE GIVES HER LMAO also how did they get away with all the sex jokes in this show
The looks on their FACES OMFG
when she catches the diamond down the front of her dress and he’s like “wtf” LMAO
Also how tf do some girls put stuff in their bras I feel like that would be so uncomfortable accidentally dropping an M&M or some other food or something down your bra is awful
“He had a bad day on the market” TWELVE IS SUCH A DORK
Comparing their famous SOs is hilarious he’s so jealous
The look on his face when she recognizes Darillium rips my heart out
“I’d quite like to cancel this time too if at all possible” SOBBING HE STILL REMEMBERS THAT DARILLIUM IS THE LAST TIME SHE SAW HIM BEFORE THE LIBRARY
Their argument that “not one living thing on this ship is worth you” has the same energy as those people that say “no you go first” “no YOU go first” standing in front of a door
SHE CALLED HIM DARLING AGAIN
omfg River looks AMAZING
“Now that my dear is a suit” SO FUCKING CUTE
HE GOT HER A SONIC SCREWDRIVER btw that’s my favorite retcon (in the Library two parter they say it’s the Doctor’s screwdriver, but they retconned it to be River’s)
HER LIL LAUGH WHEN HE’S MESSING WITH THE SCREWDRIVER AWWWW
Twelve gets so flustered when she kisses him lmao
HE CAN’T EVEN COMPLIMENT HER PROPERLY LMAOOO
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCENE IS BEAUTIFUL
HE’S CRYING AND I’M CRYING AND EVERYONE’S CRYING
THE DESPERATION IN HER VOICE AGAIN MOFFAT YOU HURT ME
If you replace a couple of words in Twelve’s lil speech about the Towers it becomes “all anyone knows is that when the wind stands fair and the night is perfect, when you least expect HER, but always when you need HER the most, there is a Song” and that KILLS ME
A NIGHT ON DARILLIUM IS TWENTY FOUR YEARS THEY HAD TWENTY FOUR FUCKING YEARS TOGETHER AND THE WRITERS HAD THE AUDACITY TO NOT SHOW US ANY OF IT
the way they LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN THAT LAST SHOT
the “ and they both lived happily ever after” slowly fading to just “happily” because it didn’t last forever and they didn’t both live, but they were happy breaks my heart
This is my favorite episode of the whole show and I wish we had more of them
#the husbands of river song#twelfth doctor#twelveriver#river song#my favorite episode#the return of doctor mysterio is next and I’m mentally preparing myself for pain
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While we’re on the topic of how much Reddit sucks, I gotta say that Tiktok will be the death of me because that blasted app knows naught of genuine creativity and humor.
I swear every post is the same joke that’s been posted dozens of times, they press your dopamine button and then hit it a million more times with the most repetitive nonsense. However, this also means the site REWARDS the creation of such content which just drives me insane.
People don’t discuss things on TikTok for the sake of discussion. Everything has to be scandalous and insane and exaggerated to the max. If you don’t like someone, pretend there’s a controversy there so you can “cancel” them. You get free likes, then people go spouting nonsense because they “heard it on tiktok”
I mean, seriously, we’d all be upper class right now if we had a dollar for every time someone said something outrageous followed by “ohhh but I heard it on tiktokkkvkfksksj”
Sure, these issues exist everywhere but I swear to god this blasted video sharing platform takes every issue I have with the internet and takes it to the extreme. It rewards laziness and repetition and outrage and misinformation in such an awful way.
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The Heartbreaker Continued...
Tmobile won’t let me disconnect my phone line, what a damn joke. And IG keeps denying me of deactivating my IG. I just came back from seeing my kids. It somehow healed a part of me. The innocence of children is honestly a beautiful thing. It’s the ultimate forever love you’ll always get.
I noticed everyone was on their phones and well I wasn’t. The consumption of social media is really something toxic. Everyone also noticed my energy was way off even though I smiled a lot. My best friend mom was like “...are you okay? Are you good...” I wanted to break but couldn’t. It’s like one of those moments of do not speak about that forbidden thing. I want to go to the beach tonight. I feel the urgency to get there. I am kind of glad the plans are cancelled for tomorrow. Hearing my mom say “Be strong...” stings. She knows I’ve attempted to take my life 3x and the next time will be the last. The last conversation, I cried when she said “be strong Ke’Anna, you have to be...” if anything should happen to her. Maybe that’s why she refuses to come see me? In my dreams I see her feet never her face. Maybe she’s scared that if I come in contact I’ll let go of this world. I’ve been strong and I’m tired. Everyday I wake up and I am in pain. I swear I don’t want to be in this vessel anymore. It’s a weird type of pain. And look at me venting my thoughts out. Look at me disappearing, and yet, “I am a ghoster and a bad friend” Lol.
When shit hits the fan, no one has my back at all. I honestly DO NOT understand why I am so bothered. That’s why I need to go away. I am beyond vulnerable at this point. Accountability also bothers me. No one is willing to admit their wrongs and apologize. I feel like once my mom died, I became very weak and everything bothers me. Maybe I am scared of being alone for once, when at first I wasn’t because she was here. Maybe I am scared of my subconscious? Maybe I am seeking things to feel a void? What if I have become broken (like everyone else) and seeking a healer? I feel like a disease walking around infecting those around me unintentionally. I feel ugly inside. This friend thing boiled everything over for me. Capricorns are the goats but we feel things too. We have emotions too. We hurt too.
I do be use to people’s actions, but a person can only handle so much. The fact that my sister came and was so busy visiting her friends was hurtful. I was only allowed two days and that barely worked. I wanted to have lunch with her and my girlfriend but my sister schedule just didn’t allow that and she wasn’t going to readjust anything. *tears* Maybe I’m too sensitive? I get everyone has their own life, but the fact my own sister spared me 2 days, real life hurts. I have to take care of everything regarding our mother and my brother, meanwhile she has no responsibilities. That’s why I always question, what am I doing here? I am here to do what others are not willing to do. Then she poured the drama on me and didn’t pour back into me at all. It’s like Ke’Anna why are you even upset at this point, you should be use to this. I shouldn’t be use to anything at this point, I should be respected and appreciated. So many things bother me at this point, I just want to disappear. My feelings are always denied and never heard, that’s why I don’t speak about them, I’d rather write them out. I feel like as a child it’s always been this way, but then once I interacted with other humans, it’s still the same, friendships, relationships, family.....
I wish people would stop seeing me as a sexual object. I can’t even begin to express those thoughts. I’d never forget when, this chick my friends named her Candy Cane was so upset, and said “you could get it, aint no way no one is fucking you...” that’s for a different blog post, but I’ll gather those screenshots from my old phone. Some random number, sent nudes, asking me to eat their p*ssy. Anyone would be delighted to have things like this happen, but if you knew what happened to me as a child, you’d be a bit more respectful. Plus the other chick sexually assaulting me (for another blog). Phew....there is so much bottled up it’s starting to leak. I enjoy intimacy with love making with the person I choose to be with. I am not interested in having sex with random folks or be enticed by inappropriate comments that come from people I am not in a relationship with. The sad thing about is, I can’t ask no one I am friends with who liked me to stop by, because I am too scared of being touched on and not knowing what to do. I can’t even hug folks without them being turned on. It’s a sick world seriously. Although I’d never let these people know where I live, it be the thoughts sometimes, I just be needing a friend, not to be fcked on. I can’t deny how people feel, but I wish it wasn’t towards me, this is why deep inside I just want to be loved properly. I wish people would stop having sex dreams about me and telling me, I gag every time. And the reason I don’t reply, because when I tell people, its inappropriate it turns into this big deal and I am the bad guy.
I stopped posting on social media, because I don’t like the comments or DMs sometimes and I know that’s weird, but for some reason compliments make me feel weird.
To end this blog ----
I wish I wasn’t as weak right now. Feeling numb, is like not caring if you live or die. Not caring about eating, just existing at this point. I need to go to the beach, but I can’t see at night. I want to be loved properly. I think that’s why it’s hard for me to say, “I love you...” because I know I mean it, but others may not. “I love you so much...” she said just to tell lies on me and become the victim. “I love you key...” just to accuse me of messing with your best friend, and interfering with your baby daddy. Can someone please say, “I love you” without the bullshit being attached.
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A man torturing another man? Making another man scream? Sounds kinda gay to me
#this is a joke post I swear don’t cancel me#I spent ages trying to figure out how best to phrase this#but it’s meant to be like that joke format you know the one#I’m tired shhh#whump memes#my stuff
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🔨🗡🔪⛓🚬⚔️💉🌡🤒🤕
whump emoji spell. likes charges reblogs cast
#this is a joke post i swear don’t cancel me#im really tired and this is so silly#willow rambles#whump#whump community
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Oh, so people can eat raw beef and rotten eggs and it’s considered a “delicacy” but when I eat ramen noodles that are two years past their expiration date, suddenly it’s “disgusting” ???
#this is a joke post i swear don’t cancel me#i did in fact eat ramen noodles that were two years past their expiration date today tho#i was in the mood for spicy
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Cartoons to watch if you have watched all the popular shows out right now part 2
This is a part 2 to this post , but as a reminder this is for the people who have already watched shows like Owl House, Amphibia, Infinity Train, She-Ra, Avatar ETC. This for when you have literally nothing new to watch in terms of animation.
I highly debated putting Hilda on the list since it is fairly well known if you dig deep enough but i’m putting it on here anyway. If you like cozy shows with a fair bit of action, then you’ll love Hilda. Its about a girl who moves from the magical countryside to the city Trolberg where she might still encounter beasts of all sorts. You can watch this on Netflix.
Summer Camp Island is in the same realm of Hilda and City of Ghosts, its a cozy show about a magical summer camp run by witches. Its adorable and a good thing to watch in pajamas while drinking a hot beverage if you ask me. Its has a fair bit of lore but from my viewing, it doesn’t really rely on it to be entertaining and enjoyable. You can watch this on HboMAX
Now I thought Welcome to the Wayne got cancelled after its pilot, but apparently it got two seasons that just went unspoken about?? Its weird because I remember it got a lot of attention by its interesting premise. Its about three kids who try to find out the secrets of the apartment building they live in, encountering agents and creatures as they venture through the building. You can watch this on Amazon prime and Paramount +
For the people who mainly watch cartoons on streaming services, you guys are missing out on the independent cartoons on youtube! Like Epithet Erased, which is a god tier show in terms of writing and comedy. I love it to bits and holds a special place in my heart 💕. Its about a world where the majority of people are given words attached to their soul called Epithets and those Epithets give them certain powers depending on the word. But those words can range from Sundial and Barrier, to Dumb and Soup. Meanwhile there’s a chase for Arsen Amulet, which has the power to steal the Epithet from its user. I can’t recommend this show enough! You can watch this on JelloApocalypse’s channel, the full series can be found on his channel.
All Saints Street is a show that comes from China, its about a demon named Neil Bowman who decides to leave hell in order to experience the human world, so he decides to go live in China. He lives in Beijing with his roomates who are all sorts of mythical beasts, meanwhile a darkness looms in the shadows. If you don’t mind subtitles then this is the show for you, you can watch the whole show on PercyDan’s youtube channel.
Aggretsuko is the perfect show if your looking for something more mature but doesn’t use sex and swear jokes constantly. The show focuses on a red panda named Retsuko, an office worker in japan who has to put up with a sexist boss and annoying coworkers. She vents out her fury through death metal karaoke! Both the sub and dub are so good, so either which one you prefer, you’re good! You can watch this on netflix
Arlo The Alligator Boy is a pop musical movie about an Alligator boy named Arlo in search of his father. On his journey he meets new friends and maybe even family. This is a good show if like pop musicals (there all original songs) and cute characters. Then this is movie for you! You can watch the continuation series and movie on Netflix.
Thank you for all the suggestions, sadly i’m only putting on shows i’v watched. But I will make a part three of the ones i’v missed!
#amphibia#the owl house#spop#Infinity Train#kipo and the age of wonderbeasts#avatar the last airbender#korra#Hilda#Summer Camp Island#Welcome to The Wayne#Epithet Erased#All Saints Street#aggretsuko#arlo the alligator boy#bojack horsemen#svtfoe#adventure time
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Along for the Ride PT 1
Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader
Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.
Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.
Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues
A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.
Word Count: 4,974
"What's up with Y/N?"
Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.
You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.
"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."
The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.
Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.
He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"
Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."
Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"
You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"
He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.
You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.
The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.
"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."
He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"
"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"
You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."
He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"
"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."
"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."
"And if he can't?"
"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"
You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."
"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"
"Eiji, you refused to eat."
"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"
You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."
"I just do what I can."
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You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.
It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.
Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!
"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.
"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.
"I do. At night."
"Honey, it's 9 PM."
"Night like bedtime."
Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."
"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"
Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.
"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."
"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"
You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.
"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"
Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.
"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."
Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.
Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.
You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.
You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.
You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.
Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.
You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.
Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!
You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.
You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.
"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."
"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."
Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."
"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."
"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.
"What! Not true!"
"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."
"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"
You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.
"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"
Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.
"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.
You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.
Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."
"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"
Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."
"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"
"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"
"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"
She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.
You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"
"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"
A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.
"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."
>>><<<
It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.
That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.
You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!
Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.
You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.
It took him a second to respond.
Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.
You: We all did.
Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"
"We've flown to the states before."
"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"
You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.
She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"
"What's that supposed to mean!"
Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"
The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.
He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.
It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.
In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.
The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!
Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.
It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.
Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.
How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.
You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.
It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.
You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.
"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.
If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.
>>><<<
It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.
"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.
"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."
Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"
"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"
"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."
He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."
You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."
"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."
Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"
"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."
"Gold, burgundy, and black."
"Thought your mom said no black for you?"
"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"
You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.
He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.
A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."
"Don't forget your passport or hero license."
"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."
You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"
Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"
"There isn't a site."
"You said you were checking flights."
"And I was... on my family's jet."
"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"
"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."
Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.
"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."
"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."
"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."
"What's that?"
"Wanna leave tonight?"
You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"
"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"
"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."
"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."
"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"
He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"
"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."
There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.
"Better put your shoes on."
The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."
>>><<<
Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.
"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."
"Just open the bag and don't complain."
You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.
"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.
"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."
You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.
Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."
More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.
"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.
"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."
You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.
His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"
You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.
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Up the Wall (part 3)
Jake Kiszka x femReader
Summary: Y/n gives an answer to Sam, and her annoyance with Jake grows.
Warnings: some swearing
As Y/n sat with her head in her hands, a large part of her wished she had said no to Sam’s offer; however, she said yes. Y/n liked all the boys, minus one, and the job offer was pretty hard to pass up. Landing a job when you were fresh out of college was pretty rare, so why pass this up. Y/n was determined not to let Jake ruin this golden opportunity.
“Listen to me. If you want to go to Vegas, I can get you Vegas, but you’re gonna have to take away one of the East Coast shows.” Y/n tried to reason with the boys.
All of them wanted to perform in Vegas, but none of them wanted to drop a show.
“This works. We have two shows in Philly. We can drop one of those and do Vegas.” Jake explained after the boys argued and reasoned with each other for about ten minutes, finally on Y/n’s side of something for once.
“But that would mean cancelling a show, and I don't want to let anyone’s hopes down.” Josh was getting overwhelmed at this point, his eyes dashing across the room wildly.
“Josh. Joshua, look at me and take a breath.” Y/n grabbed his hands, trying to calm him down. “We haven't announced any of the shows yet. No one is going to be let down, okay?”
“Okay.” Josh nodded his head, finally calm again. “Vegas it is then.”
The rest of the boys cheered and whooped, hyped at the thought of Vegas. Sammy called for champagne and going to the bar, so Josh, Sam, and Danny left energetically while Jake lingered behind, leaning against the door post and looking at you expectantly.
“Do you need something?” Y/n wondered, her tone half genuine and half sarcastic as she looked up from her papers.
“I was hoping for a thank you.” Jake declared.
Y/n raised her eyebrows, a bit flabbergasted. “A thank you? For...?”
“For helping you get Josh to agree on Vegas without a huge mess.” Jake finished her sentence.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope.” Jake stood firm.
“I could've done that without you. The only thing you did was decide which show to drop. I calmed him down. I make the calls, I get you the gigs, you don't do any of that. You just sit there and look pretty.” Y/n folded her arms across her chest, leaning back in her chair.
“Pretty, huh? I never knew you thought of me in that way.” Jake was just trying to get on your nerves now, and Y/n wasn’t going to let him get the satisfaction.
“It’s an expression, Jacob.” Y/n said flatly, going back to her work.
“Ooo, using my full first name? You’re mad.” A snarky smile appeared on Jake’s face as he stepped up to the table and took a seat across from Y/n.
“Not mad, just busy.” Y/n looked up at him from her papers, then back down when she met his intense stare and stupid grin.
“Maybe I can help. I am pretty good at planning things, after all.” His smile grew wider and more infuriating.
Y/n considered her options. She could walk out and leave him there, then meet the boys, but he would just follow. She could completely ignore him, but he would just keep talking. She could cry, or she could just put up with him and hope she went away. The third option seemed the most appealing, but Y/n stuck with the fourth as it was the most sensible.
“You just love to torment me, don't you?” Y/n asked, filing a stack of contracts.
“I find it rather amusing. Though, I wouldn't call it tormenting, but rather... rather...” Jake searched for a word to fill his sentence.
“Take your time.” Y/n quipped, hiding the smirk that begged to creep upon her face.
“You know what I mean.” He said, exasperated.
“Not sure I do, Kiszka.” Y/n finally decided to meet his eye now that she was gaining the upper hand.
This type of banter with him was fun for her, but not when she was losing. Maybe if this was the type of clash they had first had, she wouldn't have despised him so much. Upon further inspection, there wasn't anything too terrible about Jake. He was funny on occasion and very talented, not to mention being handsome as all get out. Despite all this, Y/n couldn't get over how unbelievably rude he was to her in the parking lot that day. Usually when she bumped into someone a “sorry” was quickly sputtered on both ends, then they moved on and forgot about it, but not Jake. He spat fire so hot that Satan would be proud.
“Whatever.” Jake muttered.
Y/n let out a quiet, breathy chuckle at her victory over Jake. Her haughty laugh caught the attention of the young bassist. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful her smile was. Jake hated Y/n, but she was practically irresistible. He swore to himself that he would never date, nor even like, someone like her, but he did enjoy taking in her features from time to time. During their group meetings about tours and business deals and whatnot, he often found himself staring at her. Jake liked the way she blushed when she got angry, and how she roughly brushed her hands through her hair when something went wrong.
“I don't think I've ever seen you laugh. Or smile, for that matter. I was beginning to think you didn't know how.” Jake commented.
“That’s because I don't do either of those things when you’re around. You have this magical way of sucking the joy out of the room.” Y/n gave him a fake smile, then went back to signing papers here and there.
“Only for you, babe.” His words made Y/n blush a little bit, but she quickly brushed it off. If Jake wanted to play the fake flirting game, she would play to win, and she never lost.
Jake stood up from where he sat and began to shuffle through her CD’s. He would occasionally scoff of grunt as he looked through them.
“Your taste in music is shit.” Jake laughed at your puny collection of music.
“Taste is relative. I think it’s good.”
“You think early 2000′s pop is good music?” Jake criticized.
“Hey- It’s not just early 2000′s music.”
“Oh, my apologies.” Jake said dramatically. “You think old pop and emo music is good?”
“Actually, I think it’s revolutionary. Have you ever listened to any of it?” Y/n had a feeling Jake had only listened to Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin in his entire life.
“No, but I can tell it’s pure shit.”
“You’re pure shit, Jake. Arrogant little fuck.” Y/n rolled her eyes at his judgement.
“And you’re a little brat.”
“You can't seem to stay away from me, though.” Y/n said cooly.
“I guess not.” Jake muttered so Y/n couldn't hear. “I’m going to join the rest of them. You coming?”
“No, I need to stay back and word. Don’t let any of them die, though. It’d be a pain in my ass.” Y/n told him. “And close the door on your way... son of a bitch.”
Jake had left the door wide open, though he had definitely heard her instructions. He left the office and wandered into the fresh outside air, a cool drink on his mind. Jake found the boys at the bar down the street, laughing it up and chattering away.
“You stay back and fight with her?” Josh asked as his twin approached.
“Only a little.” Jake grinned slyly.
“Leave her alone, man. She’s nice.” Danny nudged Jake before taking a drink of his alcohol.
“Yeah, I don't see what your problem with her is. She’s kind, she has a sense of humor, and she’s good at her job. I mean, she just got us a gig in Vegas.” Sammy was slightly distressed at the feud between his friend and brother.
“I think she’s just a spoiled little rich girl. She’s a brat.” Jake didn't want to reveal to them what happened in the parking lot as he felt the real reason for hating her was really quite foolish.
“Good thing you’re into brats.” Josh laughed at his own comment. He was already a little buzzed. “Maybe you guys would get along if you started fucking!” Josh cackled again.
“No. Not an option. If you wanna date her, thats fine, just don't be a dick-” Sam began.
“I don't want to date her. Why would I ever want to date her?” Jake scoffed at his brother’s words, taking the salty dog from Josh’s hands and having a sip.
“You guys would make a good couple if you weren't so set on making her life hell.” Danny added.
“Never.” Jake stated.
As the night grew old, Jake pondered the words of his friend and brothers. He decided that although Y/n was stunning, they would make a terrible couple. Jake did his best to convince himself that he hated her, but there was a spark of something there that made him become fascinated by her. Whatever it was, Jake told himself, it wasn't important enough for him to swallow his pride and explore it. The only problem was that sometimes, she seemed like something less than his enemy. This feeling had subsided for the night, and Jake could've sworn he never felt it until she walked in.
“Ugh.” Jake grumbled at the sight of her.
“She’s not a threat to you, Jake. Just have fun and try not to be a jerk.” Danny told Jake.
Y/n greeted all the boys gingerly, glaring when she got to Jake. Jake gave her the same look as she took a seat at the bar, placing herself by Josh, and consequently by Jake.
“What are you gonna order? A Pina colada? Or maybe a just an apple juice for the baby.” Jake began tormenting her again with a sinister grin on his face.
“I’m two years younger than you, Jake. And I'm gonna get a beer.” Y/n didn’t condone violence, but she was beginning to think it wasn't so bad after all.
“Two years younger and two feet shorter.” Jake snickered, looking down at Y/n and dangling her phone above her head.
Y/n tried to reach the phone, but to no avail. She was far too short to reach it as she only came up to his shoulder.
“Sammy.” Y/n wailed, turning around to where Sam once stood, but he was no longer there. Sam and Danny were throwing axes on the other side of the room.
“Your precious Sammy can't help you now.” Jake said evilly, smirking as he cornered you against the bar, still dangling your phone.
Jake liked to see Y/n like this. Her being completely helpless was something he had never seen before, and he was enjoying it. Jake let his mind wander for a moment, imagining what it would be like to have her completely to himself, with her consent, of course.
“Josh!” Y/n groaned, looking over to where he stood.
“Leave her alone, Jake.” Josh reprimanded him.
“I’m just having fun.” Jake defended himself.
“Jake.” Josh warned him.
“Fine.” Jake dropped her phone and walked away.
Much to her luck, Y/n caught it before it hit the sticky linoleum floor.
“What is his fucking problem?” Y/n complained to Josh, getting comfortable under his arm which he draped around her.
“There’s something about you that throws him off, I just can't figure it out. He won't tell me either. He’s not usually like this, though.” Josh spoke.
“He didn't tell you guys?”
“Tell us what?” Josh inquired.
“Oh my god! I thought he would've told you by now.” Y/n marveled. “I met Jake the morning of the dinner.”
“You're kidding!” Josh replied.
“No. We ran into each other- like literally ran into each other in the Walgreens parking lot and he fucking lost it on me.”
“No he didn't.” Josh said, aghast.”
“Yes, he did! He started yelling at me, so I yelled back and we were just fighting in the parking lot!” Y/n chuckled lightly at how ridiculous it was and the shocked look on Josh’s face.
“But- wha- Why did he yell at you?”
“I don’t know! Maybe he was just having a bad day.” Y/n theorized.
“Yeah, probably. So that’s why you two hate each other so much.”
“I wouldn't say hate... just strongly dislike.” Y/n brushed her hand through her hair.
Y/n didn't notice Jake watching her from across the bar, but Josh did. Josh knew Jake better than anyone, and he felt that if Jake and Y/n hadn't had such a rocky introduction, they may actually make a great couple. They complimented each other’s personalities well when they weren't arguing, and even Danny could sense the sexual tensions between the two.
While spectating, the shroud of hostility seemed to melt away from Y/n before Jake’s eyes. He hated when this would happen. Jake was able to look at her and see a genuine, loving, happy person instead of an antagonistic brat. Given, he knew he was the reason she acted so unfriendly; however, Jake didn't plan to stop bothering her. She was rather cute when she got angry, and Jake secretly delighted in the power struggle between them. Jake took in the sight of her, then the sight of Josh’s arm around her. His feelings of disgust returned as he perceived how comfortable Y/n was under his twin’s arm. Jake despised himself for feeling even a tiny bit jealous, but try as he might, he couldn't fight off the feeling of envy that seeped through his veins.
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