I FINISHED THE SHOW. I AM DISTRAUGHT BUT ALSO THAT ENDING WAS SO SWEET.

Summary: You saw Five and Lila cheating and end up in a random train station. As a Diner caught your eye you couldn't believe what or rather who was waiting for you inside.

I stumble out of the train, almost tripping over the edge. This can't be, he would never. I hate him, I never thought that I could do this but I do. My heart was shattered, it felt like it was being torn out of my torso and ripped in thousand parts. How could he do this to me? How could he do this to Diego? I have no idea where I am, or rather when I am. But I didn't care I just walked along the train station. My heels clicked with every step they took. The sound echoed with every thud on the white tiles.

I caught them. Five was missing and in my head there where millions of horrible ideas what could be happened to him. I can't believe I worried. We gone through so much shit and he shattered everything just like it was nothing. I traveled so far with these damn trains, no idea how I could possible come home again, just to caught them kissing each other. These assholes! Slowly the sadness turned into anger and every step I take gets louder.

In the distance I see red light reflecting on the floor. I swear to god if this is a trainstation-stripclub I trow myself on the rails. Seeing so much today what I couldn't believe makes me getting the wildest ideas, expecting anything but normal. I step closer and what I see is a Diner. Without hesitation I enter. I would kill for a chocolate croissant and a nice cup of coffee right now. But as soon as I entered everything went silent. Even a fly could be heard.

As shocked as they were as shocked I was. "This can't be", I mumble to myself. Every pair of eyes, which stared me down, were his. The Five which was now coming out of the back, let his tablet fall onto the ground. The sudden loud noise made the other ones fall out of their trance. "Y/n?", a few said, but others were just looking. "She's mine!", one of the Five's screams. Others were already talking him down. Another was punching a different Five and two got them apart. Without hesitation one five stood up and walked towards me. "I am sorry it's been a long time since they seen you", he says confusing me even more. "i...I what the hell is going on?", I ask, not believing what I saw standing infont of me.

"You just kissed Lila and now you are talking with me as nothing has happened? And what is this here? A stupid joke?", I ask him outraged. "Oh no darling I am not the five you know. I am coming out of a different timeline, but wouldn't you like to sit as I explain?", he asks politely. Like it was the most normal thing I go to sit with him at one of the diner tables, ignoring the fact that at least twenty versions of my boyfriend were looking down at me. As we sit down the Five on the counter rushed to our table.

"The black coffee, cappuccino and the chocolate croissant will be on your table soon", he stumbles, while looking at me. "How...?", I begin to ask but he was faster gone than I could blink. I feel more comfortable now as I saw how the attention was no longer drawn to me. "Explain, now", I demand as I was staring the Five before me down. "Feisty, as I remembered you", he says. I can't help myself but smile a little bit. "Why are there so many of you? And why was the one so obsessed", I ask. He crocked his neck. "We are all different Fives, out of different timelines. Most of them lost their Y/n, that's why things got out of hand", he explained. "So your five cheated on you? That's new, none of us did that, guess a new timeline has formed. Why would he do that...?", he asks himself.

I was shocked, overdosed with unimaginable information. "So what happened to your Y/n?", I ask him, just releasing I went to far. "She died in a fight, Hazel shot her", he says. "Five over there, who said you were his. She killed herself", he explains some more. I can't believe what he was just saying. "I would never do such a thing", I say. "No. Yourself in this timeline wouldn't but the on in his did. It's the same with us, we are all the same but different at the same time. I would never cheat on you and that's the point", he looks down on the floor. "I will find him don‘t worry, he will pay for what he did", he says while my eyes get big. "No... no he's still my Five I...", I try to bring the words out of me.

"Darling...", he leans over the table looking me staring into the eyes. "You have no idea what most of the Fives in here would do for you. Every single one of us is better as these little small cocked asshole", he says. I get nervous and have trouble looking him into the eyes. "He doesn't have a small...", I try to say. "I know I know...", he interrupts me.

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ding!

. . . kozume kenma. affection, oh affection.

truth be told, kenma loved soaking up your affection for him.

he acts as though he wasn’t that excited, reasoning that he was busy with a game he’s playing, but the unmistaken eagerness in his body language says otherwise. all of a sudden he rested his head on your desk, drowning out the sounds around him. sleep threatened to lure him into its enticing embrace, and he shifts slightly.

because you were brushing his hair gently, so careful to untagle the small knots on the ends of his hair, humming a soft tune.

kenma swore he felt like he was in heaven.

“so pretty,” he hears you coo. “you’re like a cat, ken. how cute.”

there’s really not much of a fight in him to tell you off. he just lets you do whatever it is you want with him—massage his scalp, braid his hair, delicately comb his hair—and he could care less because the words died down on his throat once he felt your touch.

“brush my hair again, please,” he murmurs, slightly raising his head, eyes blurry of sleep that almost got to him when you had suddenly stopped.

“ok, ok. lay back down.”

kenma hums, pleased. he lets you have all of your attention on him, occasionally answering the puzzled questions of your classmates if he were okay. you merely mouthed, “he’s a bit sleepy,” which they shrugged and didn’t mind that much. after all, it was almost a normal thing to see students fall asleep during their free periods.

when kenma did wake up, he felt like he had the greatest nap of his life.

he fell asleep rather quickly, too, which surprised him.

“what time is it?”

“almost three,” you answer.

“oh,” he blinks, feeling the little braid you did on his hair. kenma nodded.

he kept the braid until after volleyball practice ended.

“since when did you learn how to braid?” tetsurou asks with a teasing smile.

“none of your business,” kenma replied, rolling his eyes. “pack your bag quicker before i leave you.”

“so mean! i was just wondering.”

he thinks he’ll ask you to brush and braid his hair more often from now on.

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Bucky: *runs to Y/n with open arms*

Teen reader: *moves out of the way*

Bucky: Hey, what was that for?

Teen reader: I thought you were going to hit me, what were you doing?

Bucky: I was going to hug you

Teen reader now confused: Why would you hug me?

Bucky: WHY WOULD I HIT YOU????

y/n: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it.

obi wan: Just rip the bandage off.

y/n: It's Anakin.

obi wan: Put the bandage back on.

Beneath the bedrock

Okay this is my first fic, it’s Garrett and Steve from the Minecraft movie so yea. Pls feedback 👍

Steve wiped the sweat from his brow as he placed the last block of deep slate in his underground base. It had been a long day of mining, and he was exhausted—but satisfied. The dim glow of redstone torches flickered against the cavern walls, casting shadows over his chiseled form. His diamond armor clinked softly as he stretched, rolling his shoulders.

Then, a voice echoed from the tunnel behind him.

"Well, well, look who’s been busy."

Steve smirked before even turning around. He knew that voice anywhere. Garrett.

The rogue miner sauntered forward, his dark cloak brushing against the stone. Unlike Steve, who prided himself on clean builds and careful mining, Garrett was reckless—always digging where he shouldn’t, tempting lava flows, breaking the rules of the world. And Steve hated how much that excited him.

Garrett leaned against a crafting table, arms crossed. "Didn’t think you’d be this deep underground."

Steve arched an eyebrow. "I could say the same about you."

Garrett chuckled, stepping closer. "You know me. I like to go deep."

There was a heat in Garrett’s gaze that had nothing to do with the nearby magma blocks. Steve felt it coil low in his stomach, a fire hotter than the Nether itself. They had danced around this tension for weeks, always running into each other in the most unexpected places—an abandoned mineshaft, the End, once even at a village raid. Each time, the air crackled between them, thick with unspoken words and something darker.

Garrett reached out, tugging at the strap of Steve’s armor. "You planning to keep this on all night?"

Steve exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his pickaxe before he tossed it aside. "Depends. You gonna give me a reason to take it off?"

Garrett smirked, his fingers trailing down Steve’s chest plate, finding the hidden clasps with ease. "I can think of a few."

The armor hit the floor with a heavy thud, leaving Steve bare beneath the dim redstone glow. Garrett’s breath hitched slightly, but he covered it with another cocky grin.

"You really do spend too much time mining," Garrett murmured, his hands mapping the ridges of Steve’s muscles like he was memorizing the terrain. "Bet you’re all pent up."

Steve growled low in his throat. "Why don’t you find out?"

Garrett wasted no time. His hands, calloused from years of breaking stone and wielding weapons, slid lower, mapping every scar and ridge of Steve’s body. Steve shuddered, pressing back against the cold stone wall as Garrett’s mouth found his neck, lips tracing a path downwards, each kiss igniting another spark of pleasure.

"Fuck," Steve hissed as Garrett bit down, just hard enough to leave a mark.

Garrett chuckled against his skin. "Relax, Steve. I’ll make sure you respawn if I break you."

Steve gritted his teeth, yanking Garrett against him. "Cocky bastard."

"You love it," Garrett whispered, before sinking to his knees.

And Steve? He could only groan, gripping the edge of the crafting table, ready to let Garrett wreck him as thoroughly as a Creeper in a wooden house.

Hope yall liked it 🤝

procrastinating my homework and wrote a non-sensical poem in my notes app again

Hi Mei!! ♡ How about Reid dating a sunshine!reader who tells obviously wrong facts when he is in earsight, just to mess with him? Bc I think it would be so funny 😭😭 Anyway, have a nice day, and thank you so much for all your quality content, you're saving lives <333

"Oh my god Emily, you're never gonna believe this," You lean in towards the brunette grinning at you, but your voice stays loud enough for Spencer to hear across the desk, "I just found out that bowling is more dangerous than dinosaurs are."

Her brow dips but her lips quirk up, "Alright, you've hooked me. What's the punchline?"

"No punchline," You shake your head, feeling Reid's curious stare on the back of it, "In 2019 someone died at a bowling alley after slipping on the floor and splitting his head open. But in that same year, there wasn't a single death by dinosaur. Isn't that insane?"

Spencer is already piping up before Emily can properly laugh, but you can still hear her beneath his frantic, "Uh, honey, that's not- that's not exactly right. I mean, dinosaurs would be incredibly dangerous, if any of them were still alive. Which, in 2019- uh, they were not."

"Statistically speaking, Spence," You use his favorite phrase against him, but you're not sure he picks up on the teasing grin set on your face beyond the concern he's stewing in, "You can't argue with the numbers."

"Well- you can't, but in 2019, the number of dinosaurs alive was zero, so that's- that's the only number that really matters, baby, but if you wanted to read more about the risks associated with communal sports venues, I'd be happy to share some articles I've looked into on-"

"Ah, leave it to Reid to turn a sick-ass discussion about dinosaurs about the dangers of fun," Morgan scoffs. He wasn't in on your plan from the beginning, but he's happy to jump on the bandwagon, "Besides, the last Jurassic Park movie was made in 2022, so there were dinosaurs alive, duh."

Y/N: We have fun, don’t we, Five?

Five: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Got tagged and decided to try it out...

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this picrew was just so cute so I'm starting a picrew chain :) (it has the best outfits I'm not even joking)

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