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daisymbin · 6 days ago

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prompt list for requests!!!

check out my masterlist!

please allow me some time to write them though I promise to get them out as fast as I can within my capabilities! word count will vary for each prompt!

prompt list includes: fluff, suggestive, second chance romance & angst

+ please let me know which genre + no.

+ for angst, please indicate if you want a happy ending or not, or if you would like for me to decide!

full prompt list under cut! check here for all completed req works: #daisymbin: reqs

fluff ⤵️

1. "you look good in my clothes/hoodie/sweater."

2. "you looked cold, so i brought you a blanket/jacket/sweater."

3. "do you wanna come over and watch that movie we always talk about?"

4. "stop stealing my food."

5. "you can stay over if you want."

6. "your hands are freezing—here, take mine."

7. "your laugh is my favorite sound."

8. "why are you hiding behind the door?"

9. "i didn’t mean to fall asleep on your couch."

10. "do you ever think about us like… as more than friends?"

11. "you remembered my favorite drink?"

12. "you can’t fall asleep without your goodnight hug, huh?"

13. "i kept this photo of us—don’t laugh."

14. "oh, so now we’re holding hands?"

15. "you’re my favorite person, you know that?"

16. "how do you look good even in sweatpants?"

17. "you forgot your umbrella, so i came to walk you home."

18. "wait, don’t fall asleep yet."

19. "you can borrow my jacket, but don’t lose it, okay?"

20. "you can braid my hair if you want."

21. "we should bake something together—it’ll be a disaster, but fun."

22. "do you think you could ever love me back?"

23. "you stayed up all night taking care of me?"

24. "you’re the only person who knows how to make me smile like this."

25. "your playlist is basically my soundtrack at this point."

26. "are you… blushing? because of me?"

27. "did you plan this whole day just to make me happy?"

28. "you’ve been carrying that photo of us in your wallet this whole time?"

29. "you’ll always have me, no matter what."

30. "is that my shirt you’re wearing?"

31. "you’re like my personal sunshine."

32. "hold my hand—just until we get there, okay?"

33. "you fell asleep on my shoulder again."

34. "you make my world feel a little brighter."

35. "i know you hate hugs, but i’m giving you one anyway."

36. "i couldn’t imagine my life without you in it."

37. "you brought me flowers? just because?"

38. "stop looking at me like that—it’s unfair."

39. "you talk about me in your sleep, you know?"

40. "i can’t believe you remembered my favorite ice cream flavor."

41. "you’re staring again—what’s on your mind?"

42. "sometimes, i wish time could just freeze when i’m with you."

43. "you’re my home, more than anywhere else."

44. "let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to."

45. "you really trust me with your secrets, huh?"

46. "you doodled hearts in my notebook again."

47. "did you really save the last piece of cake for me?"

48. "you’re the best part of my day."

49. "what would i do without you?"

50. "you’re my person—always have been, always will be."

suggestive ⤵️

1. "if you keep looking at me like that, i might kiss you."

2. "are you trying to distract me on purpose?"

3. "you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d be mad right now."

4. "you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."

5. "is that your way of asking me to stay the night?"

6. "you can’t keep teasing me like this."

7. "come closer, i won’t bite—unless you want me to."

8. "you don’t have to pretend to be innocent with me."

9. "your hands feel good on my skin."

10. "you’re thinking about me, aren’t you?"

11. "that’s not what you were saying last night."

12. "stop biting your lip like that, it’s distracting."

13. "don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me."

14. "you’ve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes."

15. "if you keep talking like that, i won’t be able to hold back."

16. "do you have any idea what you do to me?"

17. "come here and let me take care of you."

18. "why don’t we skip the movie and go straight to the good part?"

19. "you’re going to be the death of me, i swear."

20. "you’re not as innocent as you look, are you?"

21. "do you want me to kiss it better?"

22. "your place or mine?"

23. "i didn’t say stop."

24. "you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?"

25. "do you trust me?"

26. "if you don’t stop teasing me, i might have to do something about it."

27. "come here, let me help you out of that."

28. "you’ve been on my mind all day."

29. "don’t make promises you can’t keep."

30. "you’re too tempting for your own good."

31. "what are you doing in my bed?"

32. "i think we’d both be more comfortable if you took that off."

33. "you’re cute when you’re flustered."

34. "what if i said i wanted more than just a kiss?"

35. "you have no idea how much i want you right now."

36. "is that a dare?"

37. "you look so good like this."

38. "tell me what you want, and i’ll make it happen."

39. "you’re mine, remember that."

40. "don’t look at me like that unless you mean it."

41. "you’re not as shy as you pretend to be."

42. "i love it when you get all worked up."

43. "keep talking like that and see what happens."

44. "you drive me crazy, you know that?"

45. "you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now."

46. "i’m not sure i can behave if you keep looking at me like that."

47. "let me show you how much i missed you."

48. "is it bad that i like seeing you all flustered?"

49. "you’re the best kind of distraction."

50. "you’re irresistible, and it’s so unfair."

second chance romance ⤵️

1. "do you ever think about what we could’ve been?"

2. "i never stopped loving you."

3. "if i could go back in time, i’d do everything differently."

4. "do you think we could try again?"

5. "i still keep your picture in my wallet."

6. "this place reminds me of us."

7. "do you ever miss me?"

8. "you’re the one that got away."

9. "i can’t stop thinking about what we lost."

10. "i wasn’t ready to let you go."

11. "you always had a piece of my heart."

12. "every song reminds me of you."

13. "it’s been years, and you still feel like home."

14. "i hate that i lost you."

15. "you deserved someone better than me."

16. "you still wear the necklace i gave you?"

17. "i saw you in my dream last night."

18. "we were so close to forever."

19. "do you think we could ever be us again?"

20. "seeing you again feels like a second chance."

21. "i thought i was over you, but then i saw you smile."

22. "you were my first love—you still are."

23. "i thought i’d never see you again."

24. "every road i take somehow leads back to you."

25. "do you remember the promises we made?"

26. "it’s always been you."

27. "i thought i was okay until i saw you with someone else."

28. "why did you have to come back into my life now?"

29. "i wrote you so many letters i never sent."

30. "you’re the only person who ever truly knew me."

31. "i don’t think i ever really moved on."

32. "i kept the gift you gave me."

33. "can we start over?"

34. "it still hurts, seeing you."

35. "i thought leaving was the right choice, but now i’m not so sure."

36. "you’re still the first person i think of when i hear good news."

37. "i was so stupid to let you go."

38. "do you think we could fix what’s broken?"

39. "we ended too soon."

40. "i never wanted anyone else—it was always you."

41. "you’re the reason i came back."

42. "i miss the way you used to look at me."

43. "it feels like i’ve been waiting for you forever."

44. "you used to love me."

45. "i wanted to call, but i didn’t think you’d pick up."

46. "i still dream about you."

47. "do you regret what we had?"

48. "you taught me what love is, and no one else has come close."

49. "it’s not too late for us, is it?"

50. "i still believe we were meant to be."

angst ⤵️

1. "i saw you with them—don’t deny it."

2. "you promised you wouldn’t hurt me."

3. "why didn’t you just tell me?"

4. "i thought i meant something to you."

5. "is that all i am to you?"

6. "you chose them over me."

7. "i don’t know if i can forgive you."

8. "was anything real between us?"

9. "i can’t keep pretending i’m okay."

10. "you don’t trust me, do you?"

11. "do you even love me?"

12. "did you even think about how i would feel?"

13. "don’t act like you care."

14. "you never really loved me, did you?"

15. "i’m not enough for you."

16. "do you even know how much you hurt me?"

17. "please don’t go."

18. "i thought you were different."

19. "it’s too late to fix this."

20. "i wish i could hate you."

21. "you don’t get to walk back into my life like this."

22. "i can’t lose you again."

23. "you broke me."

24. "i waited for you, but you never came."

25. "how could you keep this from me?"

26. "i wish we’d never met."

27. "this isn’t how it was supposed to end."

28. "you always put them first."

29. "stop pretending you care."

30. "i saw you with them—it’s over."

31. "don’t lie to me."

32. "you said you’d never leave."

33. "what about us?"

34. "you made me believe in us."

35. "why am i never enough?"

36. "you could’ve told me."

37. "don’t walk away from me."

38. "it wasn’t supposed to hurt like this."

39. "why are you pushing me away?"

40. "i thought we were forever."

41. "did you ever really love me?"

42. "please don’t make me choose."

43. "how could you think i didn’t care?"

44. "i loved you with everything i had."

45. "you were my everything."

46. "we can’t keep doing this."

47. "saying you're sorry isn’t enough this time."

48. "you knew this would destroy me."

49. "you’re too late."

50. "i hope they’re worth it."

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bambisnc · 10 months ago

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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [01]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : none! wc : 516 w 0.0

10 days to go till finals. you are not holding up as well you would have liked. it's not as if you're not studying it's just.. the need to achieve near perfect status in each subject leads to anxiety which in turn leads to procrastination. shocker.

you sigh, pushing your chair away from the desk and stretch in an attempt to provide relief to your sore muscles - a result of being hunched over your notebook, doodling away mindlessly. you were supposed to have completed 4 chapters by now, but the 20 minute turned 3 hour break you spent watching random videos on your laptop very generously gave you a aching throb behind your eyes. hence the doodling, in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

..needless to say, it wasn't very successful. okay, you think, time for the last resort. you walk out of your room to the one adjacent to yours, and knock on its door lightly.

"'s open"

peeking your head in, your heart can't help but feel a little lighter at the sight of your roommate, sungchan, lounging on his bed with his back against the wall as he cutely frowns at some game on his phone, having already been through the hell that is finals about a week ago due to being in a different uni.

"i really don't know why you even borrow to knock anymore, not like i'd ever say no to you - even if you're just going to stand and stare at me~", being charming always comes naturally to him, unfortunately for you.

huffing a bit, trying to think of a witty reply, but that headache really just hates your entire existence huh? you wordlessly move to his bed. somehow sungchan understands what you're trying to do and complies with your wish without a single complaint because, in his own words, how could he ever say no to you?

pulling you closer to him, he lays your head on his thigh, draping a throw blanket over you with such gentleness that one could easily perceive the concern in his actions, maybe a bit too much considering you were just roommates.. because he refuses to address his feelings, preferring instead to hide behind flirty remarks - you've emphasized their friendship one too many times. he adjusts his crossed legs, phone long forgotten, as he tucks that one strand of hair that always falls on your face behind your ear.

you hear him mumble something about resting well. and then a feather soft, barely there brush of his lips against your forehead.

the slumber that follows after is heavenly, you swear you always sleep better around (or on) sungchan. not that you would ever breathe a single word of this to him. he's your roommate for god's sake - you'd rather suffer under the weight of unrequited feelings than to confess and damage the beautiful relation you've managed to form with the star athlete, who believes teasing you is a daily goal that he must fulfill.

on second thoughts, you're not sure how long you can keep your facade up...

old notes : so so self indulgent.. i'll make a prettier layout as soon as my exams r done frfr... [edit- doneish !] new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

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scaradooche · 9 months ago

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Lovesick

Buzzing, buzzing is what you wake up to. More specifically buzzing from your phone. You pick up your phone all drowsy to see someone calling you. “Hm?” you say waiting for the other person on the line to speak.

“Y/n where the fuck are you right now? Lumine says hastily.

“At my house.” You mumble

“Y/n it’s 7:58 am school starts at 8.”

You immediately hang up without saying another word. You rush out of bed dreading the outcome of the day already.

It’s 8:20 am when you get to school. You walk slow trying to delay your arrival to your first class which is Ap physics with one of the worst teachers. Ms. Cordez. Great. You take the time to actually look at the outfit you’re wearing. You’re wearing black sweats with a gray sweater and a white shirt. The outfit you picked out wasn’t that bad for picking random stuff you saw in your room but it wasn’t exactly something you would normally wear. You stopped, you didn’t know why. It was like your mind wasn’t processing anything your body was doing. You pick up your head from looking at the ground to realize that you’re in front of your class. You take a deep breath and enter the classroom.

You’re not even one step in before you here a “Ah, look who decided to show up.”

“Hello..” you mutter trying to make your way to your seat.

“Not so fast young lady, why are you late?” You hear Ms. Cordick Cordez say.

“Overslept..”

“Give me a full sentence.”

“I overslept.” you state clearly getting annoyed of her. Sometimes you wonder to yourself if she actually has a life outside of school. You could never imagine that. There is reason why she’s a Ms. and not a Mrs.

“Do you think that is a full sentence?” she says in a irritated voice. When looking at her face you notice that she looks as red as a lobster. You find the comparison quite funny. If you really think about it she does have facial features that do resemble one.

“Yes.”

“Oh, so you want to give me attitude now?” She says in the most obnoxious way ever. At this point you just think she’s trying to get under your skin.

“What the hell? I’m not-“ you try to speak before Ms. Cordez interrupts you.

“We do not use this kind of language in this classroom.” She speaks with a pissy tone.

‘You’re being dramatic, you need to actually chill it’s not a big deal.”

“You do not tell me to chill. I am not your friend. I am your teacher. You need to learn some manners young lady. Detention after school.”

You give her a blank stare before walking to your seat. What a pleasant start to your day you think.

3:00 pm, school finally ended and you can see people heading out of there classes. Some heading out with their friends most likely having plans since it’s a Friday others just going home. You pull out your phone to text your friends.

You close your phone heading to Ms. Cordicks classroom to spend two hours of your life doing absolutely nothing. When you get there the first thing she has you do is check in and hand her your phone.

“You’ll get this back after you serve your time.”

You nod your head and find a table to sit at. Once you find a desk you bring out a notebook planning to just doodle instead of doing any actual work. Around 5 minutes later you see more students coming in you hope that none of them sit next to you. You never really liked the fact that she had table with chairs instead of just desks. Another 5 minutes later Ms. Cordez decides to speak.

“Seeing that everyone is here, I would like to say that I’m not going to be in the same room with you while you serve your time here. Instead I’ll be in another room with Mrs. Smith grading work together. I assume you won’t leave this room without your phones. I except you all to be doing work for the next two hours.” She’s says hastily before she walks out.

Once she leaves you see friends that were split up start getting up and sitting together. The news that she’s not going to be in this room doesn’t affect you at all. While you’re doodling you hear someone getting up. It doesn’t bother you since a lot of people are getting up right now and changing their seats. It doesn’t bother you until this person sits next to you. You stop doodling and look up at this person to only realize it was him. The kids older brother. Your “boyfriend”. Childe.

Prev||Masterlist||Next 2.5: Fuck you Ms. Cordick

Fun Facts:

Idk how to write accurate detention scenes since I’ve never gotten detention 😝😝😍😍

Idk how to write so don’t mind my bad writing

Ms. Cordez is my irl teacher I hate her sm praying on her downfall everyday 😍

Next chapter will probably be uploaded today and it’s gonna be majority writing 😝 be prepared for more of my bad writing 😍😍🔥🔥

No character fun facts this chapter 😔😞😣 the first half wants to be bold for some reason pls don’t mind it 😓😓

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k0nstanta · 1 year ago

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hii!! i was wondering if I could ask what is your usual colouring process? how much time one fully coloured piece and doodle take! I adore your ocs so much they inspire me to draw more myself:3 they feel so alive!

hi anon! thank you vey much, i'm very happy to hear that you feel inspired!

i wrote up a little something for your questions under the cut:

so, first of all, the way i color things ranges from drawing to drawing, especially if i feel like playing around in the process. sometimes i decide to try something out (palette, filter, technique, brush etc) and if i really like how it looks i may recolor the entire drawing lol. point is, there's a lot of sidetracks to my process (especially now, since i'm trying to get used to a different art program than the one i used previously) but the very basics of it are as follows:

1. i sketch and line whatever it is that i want to draw (this might take a while depending on whether i have a solid idea right away or not; in the latter case i might do some thumbnails first to figure out how i want the drawing to look. you can't really see here, but when i line things i usually draw on the same layer as the sketch, and after i'm done i adjust the brightness/contrast settings of the layer to get rid of the sketch underneath. it might seem like i'm just making my life harder this way, especially since this method only works if you sketch with a lighter color (or make it lighter in settings before starting lineart) and your lineart is drawn with a solid opaque brush (which is how i always draw), but it helps me to not get caught up on trying to make the lineart precisely follow the sketch. it also makes changing things on the go much easier, since i only have to erase on one layer.

2. after i'm done lining, i underpaint with a solid color (usually the skin color, but sometimes something random), then block the alpha channel and color over it with flats;

3. i don't color everything at once, instead going piece by piece, which helps to keep the drawing balanced color and contrast wise. i pick a desired area with magic wand and then go about rendering it properly (which usually involves adding some value variance with an airbrush and then laying down shadows/highlights/etc). you can't see this here either, because for some reason i forgot to do it this once, but i also usually lower the opacity of the lineart layer halfway when i color. it helps me concentrate on colors and how they look together better;

4. when i'm satisfied with color, i recolor the lineart to be whatever color i think fits the piece better and change lineart layer settings to either multiply, color burn, or linear burn. after that i just play around with filters, add decorative details, and clean everything up. it's also worth noting that sometimes i starts trying out filters/effects directly while coloring because i want to explore some alternative colors or palettes; i also have a tendency to pick very pale & unsaturated colors so messing around with HSB (hue/saturation/brightness) & depth/contrast settings while coloring helps a lot.

5. cropping it & there you go!

this one took me 1,2 hours. depending on how complex the drawing is it might take me much longer (especially if im working on a commission) so i'd say my average time drawing is somewhere between 2-6 hours. if a drawing takes longer than that i break it apart into several days of work. don't draw for too long! it's bad for your health.

as for sketches, as i mentioned previously, it all depends on whether i know what i want to draw or not, and if i do, i usually just go straight at it:

this one took me 20 minutes. on average, a doodle can take anywhere from 10 to 40 minutes, more if i want to make it look fancy, but at that point it enters the vast limbo between sketch and finished piece.

that's it! sorry the gif quality is really bad, it's the best i could do. here's a video of the same stuff, hopefully in somewhat better resolution

#character: kotya #character: shurik #setting: robot #artist: cbge #askbox #had to cut out footage of me playing with filters bc it was flashing rly bad

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hardwiredweird · 1 year ago

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"Draw every day" is not bad art advice, you're just doing it wrong!

Or it just might not be for you.

(hah, look at me trying my hand at clickbait titles)

I've seen yet another person say that "Draw every day" is THE WORST advice and it WILL kill your creative spirit, yadda yadda yadda and after taking a moment to breathe and find my zen, I wanna say ....

No.

There are many factors to if that advice is good for you or not, but let me start out by stating why so many people, actual long term professionals in creative fields, do give that advice.

Doing something every day builds a habit and a habit is easier to keep up with than something you do occasionally when you feel like it.

When it comes to practicing, shorter but more frequent practice sessions can be retained better than occasional long sessions. We can only focus for so long at a time (studies apparently suggest that 20-50 minutes is ideal) after which we have strongly diminishing results.

So, five sessions of an hour each will be more productive than one long five hour session.

That said, I also think that a lot of people misinterpret the advice as "be creative every day of your life". Which ... yes, that is not sustainable, but that is also not what most people mean when they say that.

Breaks are not just inevitable (and should not make you feel like you 'failed') but they are necessary. Breaks are when our brains can absorb stuff and put it into our long term memory (which then translates to muscle memory for physical tasks).

So "Draw every day" doesn't mean literally every single day of your life. Take breaks, take a day, two days, three days off, if you need. Take those breaks occasionally or give yourself one scheduled day a week to take the time off. Different people will need different schedules.

"Draw every day" also doesn't mean "Be creative every day". A drawing habit consists of studies, too. And switching things up (do something cool and creative one day, practice line art the next, play with some colour theory the day after that...) is good and comes back to the "our brains need breaks to solidify stuff". If you try to come up with something new and creative every single day then, yes, that's going to burn you out.

But drawing every day can also just look like doing a little eye study on a post it note or doodling around to find a stylisation for noses you like. It's about staying in the habit. Not about being productive every day.

"But Tal, I can't draw every day, I don't have the time!" I hear some of you cry and ... yeah. I recognize that. That's what the little sub-title is for.

Some people just don't have the luxury of doing art every day. And that is fine. Be it your work schedule, your day to day tasks and obligations, your other hobbies or your health that prevents you from building that habit, that is all COMPLETELY FINE. In the end, doing art occasionally is still better than not doing art at all (if making art is your goal).

No advice out there (that also counts for a lot of 'do not ever do this' type of advice) is a one size fits all solution.

Drawing daily (under the caveats mentioned above with breaks and all) is a great way to improve fast (but just drawing daily isn't necessarily going to lead to improvement, intentional practice is, but this is a topic for another post). It is great advice for everyone who has the time and means (mental spoons included here) to build that habit. But many people interpret it wrong and it definitely is not advice for everyone.

Just keep in mind that just because something didn't work for you doesn't mean it doesn't work for others and suggesting that is the REAL bad art advice.

#{art advice}

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novadellano · 2 months ago

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“I JUST WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING; TELL ME WHERE TO GO...”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Nova Christine Dellano

PROFESSIONALLY/UNIVERSALLY KNOWN AS: Nova

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Gender nonconforming { She/They }

AGE: 30

BIRTHDAY: September 29, 1992

ZODIAC: Libra Sun, Leo Moon, Scorpio Rising

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC IDENTITY: Bisexual & Panromantic { hates the labels though}

FACE CLAIM: Ashley Frangipane { Halsey }

LABEL: The Hurricane

OCCUPATION: Singer/Songwriter

HOMETOWN: Edison, NJ

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Asbury Park, NJ

PET(S): Pitbull mix named Vader and an Epaulette shark named Floyd

FUN FACT: She can write a song in under 5 minutes

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “NIGHTMARE” BY HALSEY NOVA

BIOGRAPHY: TW DRUGS, OVERDOSE

Nova was born in Asbury Park, NJ. Her mother a teacher, whilst her father was a tattoo artist. Due to their jobs, they were rarely around and that left Nova to her grandmother until one or both of her parents were off of work.Being an only child led Nova to be plagued by boredom. It was because of this, that she fell into the wrong kind of friend group (as per what parents would say). It only became easier for Nova to sneak onto the train to NYC in order to meet up with these friends, once she was old enough that she did not need her grandmother’s supervision. This time in her life was surrounded by hard drugs, crashing college parties, and bar-hopping whilst under-age but with legal-aged friends. Though most would see this as a ‘dark’ or ‘rough’ time of their life, she claims it was pivotal to understanding just how independent and creative she actually was. Nova’s ‘mentor/mom’ friend was the one who taught her art that was far more advanced and freeing than just doodling in the margins of her notebooks. It was during her impromptu escapes to NYC on the weekends that she found herself in an actual art studio or in this friend’s shitty NYC apartment just honing in and developing her own craft. It was also at this time, during her middle school and high school careers, where the friend’s boyfriend taught her how to play guitar and the piano during Nova’s visits. These two friends were more-so parental figures to Nova, and she credits them to being the beacon of her support system when she was figuring out who she genuinely was outside of her birth parents’ pressures/ideals.When the time came to go to college, Nova lied to her parents about going for law and instead went for fine art with a minor in music. When she was in her third year of college (age of 20), the two friends who doubled as parental figures to her died of OD. Instead of dropping out of school due to the traumatic impact, her professors influenced her into sticking it out for one more year until she obtained her degree.During her fourth year of college (age 21), was when she found herself going viral online. It all started with the senior project: she had to make a song. Nova utilized the loss of her two friends and their story, mixing her writing with the sound of grunge and punk-rock. It was an ode to her friends, seeing that Nirvana and The Sex Pistols would be blaring whenever she was visiting them. Little did she know that when she posted it to her Tumblr and sent the link to her professor, that the song would blow up overnight - that SHE would blow up overnight.It was an instance of timing and being what society needed, though she wasn’t sure if fame was really what she wanted. She wound up releasing the discarded songs that she didn’t choose for the final project and created an EP due to the listeners’ requests, which landed her on the radio without a label. It was at this time that her parents found out the truth about her studies and cut off communication once she fought back about not changing paths (she still doesn’t talk to them to this day). The lack of support stung, and seeing a label as a support system (a ‘forced family’) she eagerly signed on without a second thought.The label was trying to force a more bubble-gum synthetic pop on her, which she fought tooth and nail over as well as led her into a PR relationship that she came out of with battle scars. Another label bought her out of her contract, and since then she found a safe place to grow and re-discover herself time and time again with limitless support. Currently, Nova found herself settling in Asbury Park. She finds the environment very other-worldly and she’s comfortable being herself here - it’s one of the only places, other than being onstage, that makes her feel ‘at home.’

PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Nova is bubbly, but withdrawn. She’s loyal, but it takes her awhile to trust someone enough to become loyal to them. Her image is all over the place because she struggles in finding her true identity; It’s why she hates labels of any kind, but she’s becoming more accepting of herself as time goes on. She’s anti-societal norms and tends to feel for the underdogs, though her empathy is a mess. She is passionate about her beliefs and values, and her passion can be negative in the ways of her becoming argumentative and combative. She feels too much, way too quickly. This causes a sense of her leading people on, or even paints her to be a flakey friend when that’s not the case; She sometimes just shuts down and needs her space to further process and try to make sense of her own emotions at times. But this empathy also helps her read others and she’s a good therapist type of friend because of it. She’s all about individuality and is super supportive to others, sometimes unbearingly so because of her past of lack of having a support system. She has no luck in love, which is something she’s accepted more so over the past couple years. She’s always the one who puts in the most effort; Always the one who loves the other more than they love her. And if it is a good match, she winds up ruining it for herself. It’s very Kurt Cobain of her, but she genuinely does self-destruct for the amusement of others and as a way of self-harm though she will never admit it to herself. Her self-destruction can also come across as her being free-spirited and adventurous in the ways of impulse - which makes for great nights and morning stories. Lately she’s been struggling with not quitting music because she feels like the music only sells when she’s writing songs that are about her struggles, which makes her feel as though people only value her when she’s hurting. The only thing that’s keeping her in the business is her fandom, but that’s sort of on the back-burner. She’s all for free love and hookups. Very “normalize kissing the homies” type of person, and shows affection freely.

PERSONALITY:

+ Magnetic, Empathetic, and Apolaustic

- Enigmatic, Self-Destructive, and Impulsive

TROPES:

the damsel errant, the ‘silly rabbit, cynicism is for losers!’, the serial juliet, the blithe spirit, the black sheep, the ‘lives for the weekend’, the paint splatter, the ‘girls love musicians’, the pastiche, the pint-sized powerhouse, the little miss badass, the queen of the barricade, the fairy in combat boots

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novaliedellano · 2 months ago

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“I JUST WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING; TELL ME WHERE TO GO…”

Introducing…

Full Name: Novalie Christine Dellano Professionally/Universally Known: Nova Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Gender-Nonconforming & She/They Age: 30 Birthdate: September 29, 1994 Zodiac: Libra ☉, Virgo ☽, Scorpio ↑ Sexuality: Bisexual ( hates the term ) Faceclaim: Ashley Frangipane ( Halsey ) Occupation: Singer/Songwriter/Actress Hometown: Asbury Park, NJ. Playlist: HERE. Funfact(s): Has a pitbull mix named Vader and an epaulette shark named Floyd. Can write a song in under 5 minutes, but cannot parallel park.

UP NEXT: I AM NOT A WOMAN I’M A GOD BY HALSEY

Biography:

TW: overdose, drugs

Nova was born in Asbury Park, NJ. Her mother a teacher, whilst her father was a tattoo artist. Due to their jobs, they were rarely around and that left Nova to her grandmother until one or both of her parents were off of work. Being an only child led Nova to be plagued by boredom. It was because of this, that she fell into the wrong kind of friend group (as per what parents would say). It only became easier for Nova to sneak onto the train to NYC in order to meet up with these friends, once she was old enough that she did not need her grandmother’s supervision. This time in her life was surrounded by hard drugs, crashing college parties, and bar-hopping whilst under-age but with legal-aged friends. Though most would see this as a ‘dark’ or ‘rough’ time of their life, she claims it was pivotal to understanding just how independent and creative she actually was. Nova’s ‘mentor/mom’ friend was the one who taught her art that was far more advanced and freeing than just doodling in the margins of her notebooks. It was during her impromptu escapes to NYC on the weekends that she found herself in an actual art studio or in this friend’s shitty NYC apartment just honing in and developing her own craft. It was also at this time, during her middle school and high school careers, where the friend’s boyfriend taught her how to play guitar and the piano during Nova’s visits. These two friends were more-so parental figures to Nova, and she credits them to being the beacon of her support system when she was figuring out who she genuinely was outside of her birth parents’ pressures/ideals. When the time came to go to college, Nova lied to her parents about going for law and instead went for fine art with a minor in music. When she was in her third year of college (age of 20), the two friends who doubled as parental figures to her died of OD. Instead of dropping out of school due to the traumatic impact, her professors influenced her into sticking it out for one more year until she obtained her degree. During her fourth year of college (age 21), was when she found herself going viral online. It all started with the senior project: she had to make a song. Nova utilized the loss of her two friends and their story, mixing her writing with the sound of grunge and punk-rock. It was an ode to her friends, seeing that Nirvana and The Sex Pistols would be blaring whenever she was visiting them. Little did she know that when she posted it to her Tumblr and sent the link to her professor, that the song would blow up overnight - that SHE would blow up overnight. It was an instance of timing and being what society needed, though she wasn’t sure if fame was really what she wanted. She wound up releasing the discarded songs that she didn’t choose for the final project and created an EP due to the listeners’ requests, which landed her on the radio without a label. It was at this time that her parents found out the truth about her studies and cut off communication once she fought back about not changing paths (she still doesn’t talk to them to this day). The lack of support stung, and seeing a label as a support system (a ‘forced family’) she eagerly signed on without a second thought. The label was trying to force a more bubble-gum synthetic pop on her, which she fought tooth and nail over as well as led her into a PR relationship that she came out of with battle scars. Another label bought her out of her contract, and since then she found a safe place to grow and re-discover herself time and time again with limitless support. Currently, Nova found herself settling in Brooklyn. She finds the environment very other-worldly and she’s comfortable being herself here - it’s one of the only places, other than being onstage, that makes her feel ‘at home.’

Proceed With Caution:

#nyclights.intro

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jadeyharls · 3 years ago

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i told you guys id do it

((I don’t draw a lot, but once in a blue moon an idea tempts me. Now lets just pretend I didn’t mess up her left eye while inking it with a freaking Sharpie, I can draw basic shapes correctly, and that I could find a color pencil even remotely close to the correct skin color.))

#ic #((Here is me trying to doodle something in under 20 minutes))#((Also yes she is wearing a little star headband behind her ears))#pawparazzi

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soothinglee · 3 years ago

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SCIENCE HOMEWORK HELP

peter parker(AG) x reader

she/her

please do not steal my work!

there are no warnings.

masterlist

TURNING THE PAGE in her text book, formulas and scribbles coat the page as she try's and remember the chemical makeup of glucose. Each page was decorated with different science terms she didn't dare to remember, always relying on her best friend Peter to tell her when she needed help.

Science wasn't her greatest subject, if anything she would drop out given the chance. She pushed through for Peter to understand his corny puns or when he needed help fixing his jammed up web shooters.

5 minutes past and she grunts out of frustration, Peter turns his head slightly in her direction but keeps his eyes on his own paper writing in a few answers here and there.

"what's the matter?" he mumbles, laying on his stomach.

she looks up at him, her confused face contorts into a surprised one. She lets the pencil fall from her hand. "huh? nothing, nothing." for now she'll just skip the question and come back to another time. Or a later date.

"no," he drags out, putting his pencil under the sentence he left off on so he wouldn't lose his spot. He gets up slightly and swings his legs under his chest so he could be sitting on his butt. "you've been staring at your textbook for the past-" he looks up at the clock on your wall, it reads 9:40 "20 minutes."

she give him a sheepish smile and looks away, "oh."

"yeah 'oh'" he mocks pushing aside his own text book to make room for hers in his lap. "now what's up? is there a word you don't know? a formula not stated in these shitty books." He moves his hands while he talks, something y/n took notice of the last time he helped her.

she smiles at him lightly watching as he try's to grab her paper that was left discarded on the bed. She swats his hand away and takes the text book from his lap. "none of the above, I just got distracted."

He stares at her as she picks up her pencil again just to doodle aimlessly on the 40 year old, yellow paged book.

"oh boy," he shakes his head and snatches the book, paper and pencil from your hands.

"hey!"

"here's what we are gonna do," he starts, twirling your pencil between his fingers, he goes back to the first chapter of the book called 'INTRODUCTION TO SCIENCE'. "you are going to look at the sheet and tell me what you are having trouble on. I am going to help you. we both know you suck at science-"

she gives him a offended look.

"it's the truth!" he counters and hands her the paper "we both know you suck at science so, you tell me what and I'll say the answer."

"and how will this help me learn?" she asks going through the paper and starring the ones that confused her.

"it won't." he states bluntly moving a strand of hair out of his eyes.

she gives him a pointed look this time out of the corner of her eye.

"but," he continues dog earing random pages "the faster we get through this the faster we can watch the Star Wars movies."

she sighs "fine," she says reluctantly which causes Peter to cheer. "okay, one of the questions I starred was number 14," she pauses and re-reads the question. "uh, 'what is the chemical name of glucose.'"

"C₆H₁₂O₆" he responds without looking at the book, just continuing to dog ear the pages.

she write it down and erases the star next to the number. "thank you, number 17, 'what is is the melting point of glucose?'"

"146 degrees Celsius."

"peter, what. how are you even responding so quickly. you're not even giving yourself time to flip the pages!" she stops writing and throw down the pencil.

he shrugs his shoulders and bites his nails. "I don't need to, I already know it by heart."

she stares at him with her mouth open, he leans over and shuts it with his free hand. "how?"

he shrugs again "my friend back in middle school had diabetes and when I found out I wanted to do research. ended up spending 3 days looking up what 'glucose' was." he giggles slightly at the memory.

she giggles with him "you are such a idiot."

"yeah," he watches as you pick up the pencil and write in the answer "a smart idiot."

"oh whatever." you finally get a good look at him for the first time since he came over, he was tired, bags under his eyes and shoulders drooping. yet he still took the time to help you with homework and notice you needed help. "lets just finish up here."

silently, she was grateful.

but she would never tell him that.

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svnaslove · 4 years ago

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post-it notes ♡

characters: sugawara, bokuto

summary: it’s basically just them flirting with their s/o using post-it notes

(i thought it was cute okay)

genre: fLUFF

warnings: be prepared for just how fluffy this is because it’s so cute omg

You two honestly don’t even know when or how this started, it just,, started?

During classes, in the halls, face to face, it was just you guys’s thing

It didn’t take long for people to notice the cute little thing you guys had going on of passing post-it notes to each other all of the time

EVERYONE thought you were dating, truth is, you both liked each other but were both too scared to confess to the other.

One day you decided to confess but you were really nervous, you didn’t know how you would do this and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

But then you decided it was better to confess then to be like this any longer

Suga made you happy and he was your best friend, what could go wrong?

So here you are, holding little heart-shaped post-it notes in your hands that you had just gotten at the convenience store and your cheeks flushed because you had ran all the way there and back to try to make it back in time.

“meet me behind the gym before the game - bug”

Oh yeah, did I mention? You have post-it note codenames for each other

You were bug and he was kit-kat

this is so cute im screaming

the nicknames had come from just random moments

You were bug because your were freaking SHORT and he was kit-kat because one day you brought him one and he got so excited and he had accidently left a little bit of chocolate in the corner of his lips and you didn’t bother to mention it to him until after he had come to sit down from his presentation in front of the whole class KDJFLSDK

“i loved that presentation kit-kat” you smiled slyly at his confused face. “Kit-Kat?” Suga asked a little confused. You reached to the chocolate at the corner of his lips and wiped it off of his lips with your thumb and then licked the chocolate off of your thumb.

Suga baby was a MESS

Baby was blushing so hard he couldn’t function for the rest of the day

Error 404 suga.exe has stopped functioning

He couldn’t look at you without blushing for a whole week

So here you were, sticking this post-it note to his locker (which you knew he would go to to get his volleyball bag), telling him to meet you behind the gym before his practice game vs. nekoma so you could confess to him how you literally fell head over heels for him

You were twiddling with the bottom of your skirt as you saw Sugawara approach you from a little distance. Maybe telling him to meet you here was mistake? Maybe you should just say that you wanted to wish him good luck on the game? no, you had to tell him, it was to late to back out now and you it was getting harder and harder to hold back your feelings. mama ain’t raise a lil bitch.

Suga held your little heart shaped post-it note with your careful handwriting up and waved it. “I got your note.” he smiled, completely oblivious to what was about to happen. How were you supposed to confess to him when he was being so cute. UGH.

“i uhm, needed to talk to you suga-kun.” you said twiddling with your fingers now. Sugawara noticed how tense you were and decided to stay quiet and pay attention to what you had to say, he didn’t want to ruin it since it seemed important.

“you can tell me y/n” a little smile on his face.

“uhm, okay, well, i-, i like you suga, and not just you know, friendship like you, like, like LIKE you.” you stuttered out, feeling your cheeks heat up so much it would be noticeable even if it were dark out.

Suga walked up to you with a little smirk (he was trying to keep it down i swear he didn’t want to make you freak out more but he couldn’t help it)

“do you have any more of these post-it notes?” he asked simply.

“I- what? Uhm yea, i think so.” confused, you took out the pack of heart-shaped stick notes and handed it to him.

Suga took out a sharpie from his pocket and started writing on it, when he was done he just sticked it to your forehead and walked away. (YOUR FOREHEAD, I KNOW)

You were so confused you thought this wasn’t actually happening. You took the sticky note and read it.

“i like you too dummy - kit-kat”

Your heart JUMPED out of your chest. You blushed again you noticed something was written behind it too.

“wait for me at the entrance to the gym after the game”

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Karasuno had won the practice match against Nekoma which had only motivated Nekoma more to practice for a real dumpster match. You laughed at the sight of the captains of both teams trying to be as sportsman like as possible to each other failing miserably because Daichi seemed like he wanted to break out into a dance and Kuroo looked like he was about to cry.

You waited at the entrance, spacing out and looking up at the stars in the sky. Only to be brought back by the familiar voice calling your name.

“y/nn !” Suga called.

“Hi Suga!” you called back.

He stopped in front of you and blushed.

“Let me walk you home”

“Okay” you smiled.

The two of you walked together holding pinkies under the starry sky that night and when you two had stopped in front of your house he had given you a kiss in the cheek, making you both blush.

“Good night, y/n”

“Good night, Suga”

lmao it started in the middle of volleyball practice

being one of the managers you had to take notes for the team for their plays etc.. so you had plenty of post-it notes

bokuto was being loud again, like always

“AKAASHI DID YOU SEE THAT, DID YOU SEE THAT AKAASHI”

you just walked up to him and stuck the sticky note right on his forehead

he turned it around and it said

“ssshhh, we saw it bokuto, good job”

bokuto literally stopped functioning because it was so out of nowhere and he wasn’t expecting that

he just stood there for a solid 20 seconds watching you walk away with the sticky note in his hand

akaashi was literally shook “y/n please do that more often just to shut him up”

i don’t know know what it was not even bokuto knows himself but after that he got such a big crush on you

maybe it was the way you got his attention with something so small?

so after that he got his own pair of sticky notes just to mess with you

he would write little notes to make you blush to try to get your attention like you got his, and he would be really sweet in the notes

“you look really pretty today :D “

“thank you for always helping our team :)”

yes, he drew the smiley faces too

and each and everyone of those post-it notes brought a little blush to your cheeks

not short after you ended up getting a crush on bokuto too and you would try to get him flustered with them too

“you’re doing really good today bokuto :)”

“are you a volleyball because i’d hit that ;)”

it’s safe to say that he short-circuited when you gave him that second one and just walked away and in that day, he had never played a practice match like how he did that day because he really wanted to impress you

the team had noticed you guys’s little post-it note thing and thought it was so cute

konoha and sarukui and yukie all had a game where they would watch to see the exchange of the sticky notes and laughed at how your faces would get so red after reading each others sticky notes

bokuto would try his hardest to make sure the post-it note was perfect

he would spend time on every little detail, he wanted his handwriting to be nice and the doodles around it to be perfect so he would be extra attentive to make sure it went the way he wanted and it freaked akaashi out because he had never seen bokuto pay so much attention to anything other than volleyball

no seriously, akaashi was literally freaked (in a good way) because bokuto would be silent for like 5 minutes focusing on his post-it of the day

not long after, you guys started dating and sometimes bokuto would have his arm around you and his hand would slip into the back pocket of your jeans to leave his post-it note there and he liked to watch how your cheeks would get so red, he thought it was so cute

for some reason you guys just forgot to tell the team you two were dating, you guys just thought that they thought you already were?

so uhm, this is how they found out

you were writing on your clipboard, taking notes for the practice getting the next volleyball camp set up for the boys. the team was setting everything up for practice to start and Akaashi was walking up to you to ask a question about the next training camp when OUT OF NOWHERE FREAKING BOKUTO SHOWS UP RUNNING TOWARDS YOU WITH A STICKY NOTE IN HIS HAND HE JUST SLAPS YOUR ASS WITH THE HAND THAT HAS THE STICKY NOTE AND KISSES YOUR CHEEK AND RUNS PAST YOU LIKE IT’S NOTHING.

Mind you the whole team just saw everything and Akaashi was right there so he not only got a front row seat to the sound you made when Bokuto slapped your ass but he also could read what Bokuto wrote on the post-it note.

Your face was SO red and you reached for the sticky note stuck on your ass.

“your ass looks really good in those pants baby :)”

again with the smiley faces, i know

Akaashi knew that he liked you but he had no idea that you guys were dating so he literally yelled “what the FUCK BOKUTO” and Konoha was about to spike a volleyball at him and Yukie was about to call the police before you could stop them and Bokuto and you had to tell them that you guys were dating😭😭

“ohhh but still, whAT THE FUCK I WAS RIGHT THERE” Akaashi spluttered.

“sorry akaashiiii” bokuto said, his hair going down about to go into emo mode. you kissed him in the cheek and he sprung up with the new found energy and gave you a big hug and you giggled.

“okay! let’s get this practice started!” bokuto yelled and started jogging over to the volleyballs after giving you a little kiss at the top of your head.

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Author’s note: hey i hope you guys enjoyed it, this is was my first time doing this style of writing with the bullet points and the multiple characters in one post so i hope it was cute ^^

also im doing requests now so if you guys have any requests for me to write you can ask here :)

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rolandtowen · 3 years ago

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three times Zuko comes into the Jasmine Dragon coffee shop, and one time Sokka leaves with him. Set in the Neurodiverse Zukka AU, but can read as a standalone.

*banging pots and pans together* "Come over here and get yall Neurodiverse Zukka!"

Read it on Ao3 or under the cut!

TW: discussions of skin picking and implied child abuse

When Sokka pulls into the parking lot of the Jasmine Dragon, he is unsurprisingly the first car there. Being a freshman in town means getting the worst pick of shifts at local businesses. Sokka was hired on to work the opening shift, which means he wakes up at the ungodly hour of 5am to open the shop before the first round of sleep-deprived college students comes in. The pay isn't bad, Mr. Iroh is an incredibly fair man,

The bell on the door jingles on his way in, and he flips several light switches on, watching as the coffee shop slowly comes to life. He busies himself with getting the beans for the day grinding, pulling his first shot and dialing in the expresso. When he takes a sip, the espresso is spot on for the day, which is a relief. Having to make adjustments as customers start filing in is a nightmare.

Today's brew is floral and citrusy, so he decides to make himself and iced lavender latte - with oat milk, of course, because he's gotta do it for the gays - and he spends the next 20 minutes setting out pastries and fiddling with the display cases, making everything look perfect.

At 6am sharp, Sokka unlocks the front door and flips their sign to open, before retreating behind the bar to nurse his latte. Not even five minutes later, the door bell jingles, and Sokka sees a flash of dark hair, face obscured by a pile of textbooks and binders. The figure runs into one table, and then another, and Sokka is rushing out from behind the counter. He gets there just before textbooks go toppling everywhere, his hands taking a firm hold of the top bundle. As he pulls the books into his arms, he sees the face behind them.

Breathtaking golden eyes.

And.. a massive burn scar.

"Hi!" Sokka says, "I'm the barista on shift today - my name's Sokka." He would reach his hand for the other man to shake, but for the stack of textbooks in them.

Golden Eyes smiles.

"I'm Zuko, Zuko Sozin," he says, setting his remaining textbooks on the table by his side. Sokka follows suit.

"Hey, I think I've seen you before - are you taking Piandao's Intro to Biology class?"

"Uh, yeah - yeah! You sit a few rows in front of me." Zuko laughs. "Your doodles are uh, something alright."

Sokka knocks him good-naturedly on the shoulder. "I gotta keep my hands busy for my brain to focus." He looks down at the stack of books on the table. "What on earth are you studying, to have that many books?"

"Uh, Biology and Chemistry double-major, Pre-Med track." Sokka's eyes widen. "It's really not that much! I got a bunch of stuff out of the way with AP credits."

Sokka raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, it is a lot - but I'm really passionate about it. I want to be a doctor."

"Well, Dr. Sozin, what can I get started for you today?"

"Can I get a iced matcha, with a lot of honey?"

Sokka raises his other eyebrow. "A doctor with a sweet tooth?"

"Kind of?"

"Don't worry, I won't rat you out to your dentist. An iced matcha with extra honey?" Zuko nods and Sokka smiles. "You got it, doc."

ii.

Sokka falls into a routine at the Jasmine Dragon. He opens the shop every morning, and every morning of the fall semester so far, Zuko Sozin comes in at precisely 6:05am. Zuko will order an iced matcha with honey, and sits at a table by the window with his laptop and at least two textbooks open at all times. Then, at 11:50am - Sokka guess he has a class that starts at noon - Zuko leaves the shop, always making sure to throw his spare change into Sokka's tip jar.

He's so beautiful.

On a slow day, Sokka comes out from behind the safety of the counter and works up the courage to ask Zuko if he can study with him. Zuko looks shocked at first, but his lips quirk up in a smile as he gestures for Sokka to sit in the chair across from him, moving his textbooks to make room for Sokka's one book and laptop.

"What are you studying, Sokka?" Zuko appears to be genuinely interested.

"Oh, uh, social work, with a concentration in mental health." Sokka waits for Zuko to laugh at him. It never comes. He looks up at him over their laptops.

"That's really cool."

"You think so?"

"Yeah! I mean, some pre-med majors can be really pretentious, really dismissive of mental illness, but um - not me. I don't really have that luxury." Zuko laughs, as though at a joke with himself. "What's the Intro to Biology for, then?"

"Not all of us got our common core out of the way with AP credits, like some nerd I know." Zuko smiles at that, and looks back down at his laptop screen.

Sokka pulls his keys from his pocket and starts fidgeting with the stim toy he keeps on his keychain as he reads through his latest assignment for his Mental Illness and Society class. He bought it on Etsy, relieved to find a neurodivergent-owned shop after scrolling through a lot of stores that just seemed to be hopping on the 'trend' of selling fidget toys. He flips to the next page in his textbook, popping the buttons back and forth in a steady rhythm. He remembers Zuko's sitting across from him and stops abruptly.

"Is this annoying? Do you want me to stop?"

Zuko just cocks his head. "Why would I get a say in what you do? It's kind of your shop, right?"

"Um, to be polite?" Sokka laughs. "And you would be surprised how many customers I get who think they get to tell me what to do." His eyes settle on the half drunk latte in front of him. "It's not really my shop either, I just work the early morning shifts so Mr. Iroh can sleep in. If you ever get to stay past noon sometime, you'll see him come in. You can't miss him, short guy, talks in riddles. He's older, a war vet I think - I just get that impression from some of the stories he tells me. But anyway, did you want me to stop fidgeting?" Sokka looks back up to meet those golden eyes.

Zuko glitches for a second. "Oh! No, no, go for it - if it helps you to study, I'm all for it."

Sokka smiles, and looking at the way Zuko keeps picking at his cuticles gives him an idea. He digs into his backpack and pulls out another stim toy, an acupressure ring. ""Do you want to try this instead of maiming your hands?"

Zuko hesitantly holds out a hand and Sokka drops it into his palm. "You don't have to."

Sokka scoffs. "I know I don't have to - I want to. Come on, I wear it on my thumb sometimes -" and suddenly he's taking Zuko's hands into his and getting very close to Zuko's face. Zuko can smell espresso on his clothes and Sokka's hands are so warm against his. Calloused, sure, but warm. He holds Zuko's right hand gently, pressing the spiky ring onto his thumb. "And you can rub it back and forth with your pointer finger and it gives you that kind of prickly sensation that you get from skin picking, just without the skin picking." Sokka pulls his hands away and Zuko immediately misses them. "Give it a shot, tell me what you think."

Zuko tentatively rolls the ring over his thumb. Huh. The cute barista's right, the acupressure gives him that same prickly, scratchy feeling that picking at his nails and cuticles does. "Wow," he says, "I think you've converted me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then keep it, I've got a thousand more where that came from, ADHD perks."

Zuko instinctively opens his mouth to protest but the words die in his throat.

"You, you have ADHD?" He stops rolling the ring across his thumb.

"Yup." Sokka's lips popped on the 'p', and he turned to the next page in his textbook. "And I'm pretty sure you've got some spicy stuff happening your brain, too. But you don't have to tell me."

"How are you so open about it?"

Sokka's hand stills around the fidget. "My parents never treated me like I was deficient in any way - my brain just works differently, which means I have trouble with some 'normal' stuff. But I also strengths in areas that others don't have naturally. Accommodations aren't anything to be ashamed of."

"Sounds nice." All of the levity drops out of Zuko's voice.

Sokka levels a look at Zuko. He lets his eyes flit to the right side of Zuko's face and the scar there. He's seen it so many times, and the burns look so concentrated, almost... intentional. His stomach churns at the thought. The scar's old... and Zuko's at college now, he has to be safe - he has to be.

"Like I said, you don't have to tell me." Sokka's hand starts to fidget with the buttons again. "But I have it on good authority that I am a good listener."

"I'll... I'll keep that in mind." Zuko looks down at his hands, fingers rolling the ring back and forth against his thumb. "Thank you."

"Anytime, doc."

iii.

Somehow, fumbling through their collective social awkwardness, they manage to swap numbers.

At the end of the fall semester, Sokka texts Zuko for the first time.

S: hey, im gonna be a few minutes later. don't worry, im still coming.

Z: okay. thank you.

When Sokka finally pulls into the parking lot fifteen minutes late, he sees Zuko waiting outside the door, sitting on a bench, head buried in one of his chemistry textbooks.

"Hey," he puts his keys in the door. "You can just come in while I open, it won't take too long."

Zuko follows him inside, and he closes the door against the chill.

"You didn't have to text me," Zuko says, like it's a question.

"I wanted to," Sokka starts flipping on light switches. "I know you've got your routine, and I didn't want to stress you out when it got messed up."

"Why would that matter to you?"

"Um, I don't want you to be stressed? I kind of care about you."

"You... you care about me?" Zuko stands in the middle of the coffee shop, unmoving.

Sokka smiles. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Why?"

"I think we could be friends?"

"Oh." Zuko's face falls for a second - what Sokka has come to understand is his 'processing' face - and he looks back up a second later. "I think we could be friends too."

"Friendship with a barista has great perks, you know." Sokka laughs as he starts up the grinder. "Although the perks of a social worker friend aren't too bad either."

"How's that going? With your first semester ending?" Zuko sits on a stool at the bar and watches Sokka putter around behind it.

"Well, I'm going to pass Intro to Biology, not for lack of trying on Piandao's part - I swear he's trying to weed out all the humanities kids. It isn't even a weed out course!" He polishes an espresso glass furiously. "How are you doing?"

Zuko chokes. "Oh, I'm - I'm fine, you know it's a hard class and all -"

"You're getting an A, aren't you?" Sokka squints at him from behind a bag of coffee beans. "Curve breaker," he scoffs.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I'm, what did you call it? A 'burnt-out gifted kid with people pleasing tendencies'." Zuko crosses his arms and huffs at the memory of that conversation. Sokka had read him like a picture book. And it was not fair for one person to be that good at emotions.

"You are correct, I did indeed call you that." Sokka pulls the first shot of the morning. "And it looks like I was right."

"You know what you said the other week, about being a good listener?"

"Sure do," Sokka takes a sip of the espresso, swishing it around in his mouth before spitting it out. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, if we're going to be... friends, I just think you'd want to know that - I'm autistic." Zuko stares at Sokka searching his face for any cues about what the next words out of his mouth will be, waiting for the facade of friendship to drop. He furiously rolls the acupressure ring up and down his thumb.

"Okay, that's great!"

"...what."

Zuko's hands freeze and he squeezes the ring against his skin, feeling the pressure increase.

"That's great, I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me that. I kind of guessed your parents weren't as accommodating as mine?"

Zuko laughs something sour. "No, no they were not." He looks up in surprise as Sokka puts an iced matcha, extra honey, in front of him. "You're right though, I do feel safe here. I feel safe with you." Zuko looks down at the acupressure ring on his thumb, softening his grip. "You could have totally ignored me, but you didn't. Or you could've been mean about my quirks - but you weren't. Why?"

"Well, for starters, you tip well." Sokka smiles and leans across the counter, bracketing Zuko's elbows in with his own. "But you're also a really great guy - you're passionate, you want to make people's lives better, and you're also like, really beautiful."

Zuko feels his cheeks flush. "You really think that?" His fingers still against the fidget again, but he doesn't feel the need to press it into his skin. He's captivated by Sokka's words. Surely, Sokka couldn't actually mean -

"Oh, yeah. Every bit." Sokka brushes his hand against one of Zuko's, the one with the fidget ring. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yes, please, yes." After weeks, Sokka's hand is back in his, and Zuko thinks he's going to implode. "Can, can you hold both of my hands? With both of your hands?"

"Of course," Sokka's positively beaming, grabbing Zuko's hands and running his thumbs across his knuckles. "Now you're absolutely allowed to say no to my next question, and there are no hard feelings."

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Fuck yes."

The iced matcha is forgotten.

+ i

Sokka's feet hurt like hell. Mr. Iroh had called in him to work a double on Friday, and since he doesn't have any classes on Fridays, he foolishly agreed.

It won't seem so foolish once you see the paycheck, he reminds himself. He and Zuko have a deal. Zuko pays for his medical school with his job shelving books at the University library, and Sokka pays for their tiny apartment by caffeinating all of the other broke college kids in town. By some miracle, they seem to be able to make it work. Zuko graduated into the medical college a year early, which helps with tuition costs, and of course his brilliant boyfriend got all kinds of scholarships.

Sokka is indescribably proud of him.

The door bell jangles just as Sokka is wiping the crumbs off the last cafe table. "Hey, we're starting to close up for the night, so it'd better be a to-go order," he calls over his shoulder.

"Even for me?"

"Zuko!" Sokka drops his cloth immediately and spins around, pulling Zuko into a hug. Zuko taps the small of his back when he's ready to let go, and Sokka lets him go, beaming. "You came to visit me at work?"

"More like I picked up your favorite soup dumplings from Haru's across the street and thought we could walk home together?" Zuko shrugs, gesturing to the brown paper bag in his arms. "How's that sound to you?"

"Baby, that's just what I needed today." Sokka picks up his cleaning supplies. "Okay, I just need to put all of this away and then we can lock up and go home, how's that?"

"Great," Zuko smiles at him. "I may have also picked up some more Doctor Who DVDs from the library," he smirks.

"Oh, you trickster!" Sokka yells from the kitchen, before appearing again. "You used my one weakness, pork soup dumplings, against me in order to get your nerdy way."

"Oh, big talk coming from the guy who watches astronomy documentaries for fun," Zuko laughs as Sokka leads him out of the shop, switching off the lights and locking the door behind him. "If it were up to you, we'd be watching Cosmos all weekend, and I can only take so much of Neil deGrasse Tyson explaining the peculiarities of the moon."

"Hey, the moon is cool!"

"You are correct, the moon is very cool. It's freezing, because it's a rock. In space. With no atmosphere. Or life." Zuko deadpans, earning a light punch on the shoulder from Sokka.

"Fine, you get Doctor Who tonight, but Saturday is going to be all PBS Nova, baby. Brace yourself." Sokka takes Zuko's free hand into his as they start the walk home.

"Well, as long as you're there, I'm happy."

Notes:

fidgets in this work were inspired by those from shop StimBox

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hearteyesbowen · 5 years ago

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twenty-dollar baby ☆ ricky bowen

big red thinks that ricky’s lost his touch and isn’t as smooth as he used to be, so they make a bet to see who is right

warnings: swearing, kinda cliché, fluff

part I , part II , part III

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Big Red and Ricky were sitting at their usual lunch spot, staring at his now ex-girlfriend, Nini Salazar-Roberts. It had only been two weeks since school started again and Ricky was still angry at how Nini had moved on so fast. He believed that they were only on a break, just so he could wrap his head around the whole “I love you” drama.

“You know, the more you stare, the creepier you look.” Big Red teased, nudging his best friend.

“I’m so over Nini now. How could she just find a senior boyfriend so fast?” Ricky complained.

“You broke up with her, dude.”

“It was a pause!”

Ricky stopped himself from getting any louder. He ruffled his hair, trying to destress himself. He pushed his lunch tray to the side, clearly losing his appetite over his anger.

“I should move on, too. I’ll start dating again.” Ricky declared.

Red scoffed, “Good luck.”

Ricky snapped his head at Red, raising an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“It means you’ve lost your game. You were in a relationship for almost a year, how would you know how to get another girl?”

“You’re so supportive, you know that?”

Red rolled his eyes, pushing his tray away and sitting up. “I’ll bet you $20 that you can’t get another girlfriend in a week.”

“Excuse me?” Ricky asked in disbelief.

Red quickly scanned the cafeteria, looking for a girl that he can give to challenge Ricky. His eyes found you, sitting at a table in the center with your best friend Carlos. You were sitting extremely close with him as you he had his phone out to show you some videos.

Red smacked Ricky’s arm and pointed towards you, “I bet you can’t get Y/N to be your girlfriend.”

“What? No, I don’t want to be a dick. She’s super nice and literally in all my classes. Plus, I don’t need a bet to prove that I can get a girl.”

“You auditioned for a musical just to get Nini back and she’s still dating her new boyfriend and doesn’t even want to look at you.” Red pointed out.

Ricky sighed, staring at you from across the lunch area. Strands of your hair framed your face. Your head was laid on Carlos’ shoulder as you stared at his phone screen. Ricky never denied that you were pretty, in fact, he thought you were one of the most beautiful girls in the school. Everything about you captivated him, it was like you had him under this spell for the longest time.

You and Ricky shared almost every class with him. Only meeting at the end of your sophomore year, you both grew a treasured friendship. He would always try and get you to laugh during lessons, sometimes getting you both in trouble. If you were lucky, the teacher would let you two partner up for class projects. You thought he was cute, really cute. You never thought could like him, maybe because he didn’t seem like your type or that he had a girlfriend for a year. When they broke up during the summer, you made sure to check up on him whenever you could. He would ask you to hang out a majority of the time, so you grew even closer.

Ricky’s ego was building up, and maybe it was because his best friend was playing with his emotions, but he decided that he would take the bet. He knew he would have regretted this choice completely, but that’s a problem for later.

“Fine, in one week, I’ll get Y/N to be my girlfriend.”

Ricky and Red shook hands, finalizing their new deal.

➢➣ ➢➣

You rolled your eyes the more your teacher lectured minutes before the final bell rang. You rested your head on your chin, doodling swirls all over your notebook where your notes were supposed to be.

“Make sure you keep in touch with your partner, I’ll give you some class time tomorrow to finish the assignment.” Your teacher closed his textbook and walked to his desk as everyone packed their things.

You sat up and closed your notebook. You stuffed it inside your backpack, tuning out all of the noise of kids laughing and talking loudly. You took out your phone and your earphones, plugging them into your ears when you felt a small object hit your head. Your head looked to the floor where the item fell, and you found a tiny paper ball. You laughed and looked a few desks in front of you to your friend. Ricky was already staring at you, smiling to himself as he got up with his backpack and squeezed through the aisle to get to your seat.

“There wasn’t any other way for you to get my attention?” You wondered, picking up the ball and throwing it back at him.

Ricky laughed and kneeled in front of you, “I tried to call you but you ignored me. It’s your fault for sitting in the back.”

“No, it’s your fault for getting moved for distracting me from learning.” You teased.

The last bell of the day rang, making everyone in class shove each other out the door. You stood up with Ricky who grabbed your backpack for you, and you both headed out the class. He grabbed the door handle before you could and held it open, letting you pass through first.

You gave him a confused look, “Who let you be a gentleman today?”

Ricky’s mouth grew open in shock, “I can’t just be nice to my friend?”

“No, you’re a dick.”

“Wow, you and Red both make me feel so much better about myself.” He joked.

You walked down the staircase to the bottom floor. The theatre door was ahead, meaning you and Ricky had to part ways.

You tilted your head, “What did he tease you for this time?”

Ricky’s eyes widened, averting from yours. He scratched the back of his neck, “The usual.”

You laughed, said bye and started to walk away, assuming Ricky would just walked into rehearsal. Before you could take two steps away from him, he called for your attention.

“Y/N.”

You turned around on your heels, facing the anxious boy. He stood with his hands in his pockets, swaying back and forth on his feet. His mouth was open, as if trying to find what to say.

“Ricky?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“What are you doing later?” His voice was soft, almost nervous.

“Nothing, why?”

“I have rehearsal for only an hour today, we’re ending early. Maybe I can pick you up and we can go out?”

You were now face-to-face with him. He had a timid smile, anticipating your response. You smiled brightly at him, easing his anxiousness.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Ricky Bowen?”

His lips grew wider, relieved of your reaction, “What if I am?”

“Then I would love to go on a date with you.”

Ricky sighed, making you giggle. He wrapped his large arms around your body for a tight hug. Your hands went around his neck as he lifted you off the floor for a few seconds. Once you were set back down, he checked the time on his phone.

“I’ll pick you up at 4:30?”

You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek lightly.

“Don’t be late.”

➢➣ ➢➣

Looking in the mirror, you finished checking yourself to make sure you were ready for your date. You finished fixing your hair, making sure it’s perfectly smooth.

You don’t know why you were so excited about going out on a date with Ricky. Sure, you thought he was cute, but you never thought of him that way. He was always really nice to you, and made sure you were ok after anything happened to you. Maybe it was because of how close you two got recently, but something felt different with him.

Ricky had sent you a text five minutes ago that he was on his way to pick you up, so you picked up your small purse and opened your bedroom door to leave.

“Y/N, Ricky is here for you!” Your mother called out from the living room.

You walked through the hall and saw Ricky in front of the door next to your mother, holding a small bouquet of red and yellow roses. He wasn’t dressed formal, just a light sweatshirt and jeans. You practically matched him, mostly because you didn’t know what his plans were for the date.

His eyes looked you up and down, his lips were parted slightly. “You look beautiful.”

You stood in front of him and smiled as he offered you the roses. “Thank you very much. You look handsome.”

His face grew pink, making your mom laugh behind you. “Remember what we talked about, alright?”

Ricky nodded his head furiously as he held your hand, “You can trust me.”

He sent a wink to your mother before he opened the door. You waved goodbye to her and closed the door behind you once you got out. You turned and saw Ricky’s small car parked in your driveway.

“Sorry it’s not some sports car, but I hope it will do.” He said nervously.

You laughed, “Anything will be fine. I’m just not sure what we’re doing today.”

Ricky opened your door for you, ushering you inside. You got in and watched as Ricky closed the door and ran around the car to his side and sat inside as wel.

“I’ve learned a thing or two about dates. Not sure if I’m any good at it yet but I’m learning. But I thought it would be nice if we go to the pier.”

“Like, the beach?”

“Yeah, why? You don’t like the beach?”

You scrunched up your nose and hid your face in shame. Ricky put his hand on your shoulder, his face in awe.

“How do you not like the beach?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Just never did.”

“I’ll try and make this the best date ever. We don’t even have to go near the sand, the pier is way more fun anyways.”

“Well this is a step up from any date I’ve been on.”

Ricky started the car, letting the engine run for a few minutes. Confused, he tilted his head towards you.

“What do you mean?”

Great, now you get to look like a loser in front of your date. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, clearing your throat and fixing your hair, a habit you developed when you get nervous.

Ricky put his hand on top of yours which rested on your lap. You faced him, a small grin on your face.

“Have you never been on a date before?” He wondered. You shook your head slowly. Your head grew hot from the embarrassment. “Am I your first ever date?”

“I feel pathetic now.”

“No, no, no, don’t feel that way” He promptly put his hand on your shoulder. “I promise to make this the best date you will ever go on.”

➢➣ ➢➣

The sun was already beginning to set by the time you both made it to the pier. The beach was tame, not many people were swimming, mostly families running around with each other in the sand or friends starting bonfires in the charcoal pits towards the center of the beach. The pier wasn’t as full, either. Other, older, couples were walking together, holding hands or dining together at the restaurants. It was fully lit with lamps on the sides of the fencing blocking you from the sand. Any other light came from the sun already dimming away.

You didn’t know what to focus on first. Everything about the atmosphere was so breathtaking. To think that you had never gone out to see beautiful spots like this was a crime.

Ricky made sure to hold your hand the entire way, keeping you from running off to the numerous sites that caught your attention. He couldn’t help but be amazed at how beautiful he thought you looked in front of him. It almost made him forget this wasn’t real.

You dragged Ricky to the edge of the pier, staring straight ahead at the ocean in front of you. The sun was barely showing anymore, and all the colors molded together from day to night. You stepped on the fence and leaned over, gazing down at the water below you. Ricky’s strong arms held you at your waist, preventing you from falling over.

“I’ve never seen anything like this, or anything this beautiful.” You awed, stepping down from the rail.

Ricky’s arms stayed wrapped around your body and nestled his head in your neck. “I can think of something.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and laughed as you turned around to face him. “You’re really cute.”

His eyes glanced at your lips the more you stared at each other in silence. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you leaned up hastily. Ricky followed your actions, his breath shaky.

Ricky’s loud ringtone interrupted your possible kiss, making him scrunch you his face in frustration.

“Sorry, I should have silenced my phone.” He apologized, bringing out his phone to see it was a call from Red.

You shook your head, laughing slightly, “It’s fine, answer it. I’ll be here.”

He was quick to kiss your cheek before answering his phone and taking two steps away from you. As much as you knew it would be rude, you were curious as to what Big Red could have called for. Fortunately, you could make out some of what he was saying through the phone, and all of Ricky’s responses.

“Yeah, I’m with Y/N. Why?”

You turned your head slightly, your attention fully in their conversation at the sound of your name.

“So is it going to happen tonight?”

“Dude, don’t say that. Be respectful, you dick.”

You laughed at the way Ricky and his friend fought. He struggled to hang up with Red. The look of impatience on his face grew more and more. Boys are so stupid.

Once he was finally able to hang up, he shoved his phone in his pocket and turned back to you.

“Do you want to get ice cream?” He offered, holding out his hand.

You walked up to him and held his hand, “I would love to.”

➢➣ ➢➣

The sun had already set completely, so the pier looked even more gorgeous. Lights coming from the inside of shops and restaurants lit up the walkway along with the lamps. Less people filled the area, most of them leaving to the sand.

You and Ricky had just bought your ice cream, almost finished with it immediately. Your plan was to go to the arcade. He challenged you to play against him in Guitar Hero, so you simply couldn’t back down. This night was far too perfect for you, it was almost like a dream.

Ricky, on the other hand, couldn’t keep steady. He bounced his leg or fumbled with his hands when they weren’t holding yours. It’s not like he wasn’t trying to take you out on a nice date, he wanted to make this as special as he could for you. He never truly realized how much he really did like you until now. You made him feel something he never felt when he was with Nini.

Ricky’s problem was that he was still lying to you. He didn’t ask you out because he has loved you since you two met, or at least that’s what he wished was the case. He wishes that he discovered this emotion towards you early, that it could have been different. He still made a bet, a $20 bet that was just useless at this point. But when would he tell you this is what aches him the most.

“I need to tell you something, Y/N.”

You stopped walking along the pier and stared at him confusingly while you threw away the spoon with your finished ice cream, “Is everything alright?”

He toyed with the spoon inside of his almost empty cup, not able to look at you. “I seriously need you to know something, but I’m really scared that you will hate me forever.”

You rubbed his arm soothingly, hoping he would look at you. When he did slowly move his head up to you, you gave him a soft smile.

“I could never be mad at you. Ricky. Especially after everything you have done for me tonight. You’re the nicest guy ever.”

His eyes saddened. His foot tapped rapidly along the wooden flooring, and his upper body looked as if he tensed up. One of his hands went to his eyes, rubbing his temples furiously.

“I just feel bad.” He mumbled, still covering half of his face.

“Why?” You wondered, feeling petrified of his tone.

Ricky lifted his head again from his hands and had a smirk displayed across his face. “I feel bad that I’m going to beat you at every single game in that arcade.”

Your whole body relaxed at his response. You let out a relieved laugh and picked up the spoon from his cup that had the smallest scoop of chocolate ice cream.

“Yeah, but at least I don’t have chocolate on my face.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

You gave a sinister grin as you took the spoon and smeared it on the top of his cheek and across his nose. You laughed and threw the utensil in the trash near you.

He groaned, throwing the cup away as well. He wiped his face with a napkin he had and eyed you down. “You’re going to get it.”

You bolted off immediately away from Ricky, who was still cleaning up his face from the chocolate. You went inside the arcade, knowing he would chase you down.

You ran around the children and teens playing in front of the large machines, hoping you would lose Ricky as quickly as possible. You tried to find something large to hide behind so you could watch out for him. Soon, you found a large basketball game that was set up on the side of the wall towards the back. You ran to the machine and ducked down, trying to see if you could spot him.

After a few short minutes of looking, you couldn’t find Ricky anywhere. You thought that maybe he just completely lost you. Well, he didn’t.

Once you stood up to try and get a better look around the area, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind and picked you up. You screamed, only to hear a familiar laugh from the person who grabbed at you.

“You aren’t good at hiding.” Ricky teased as he set you down.

You faced him, still being held in his arms and quickly greeted with his devilish smile. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get too cocky.”

“Sorry, loser.” He joked, bringing you closer to his body.

You decided to make the bold move and lean up to plant your lips on his. You held at his neck and stood up on your toes higher to meet his height. Ricky was completely shocked, but only for a second so he could kiss you back. Your lips molded together perfectly, making you feel warm. Although it was short, you didn’t think it was anything less than perfect.

You pulled away after a few seconds, and giggled at his peaceful face. His eyes stayed closed, along with a small smile.

“Wake me up when I’m done dreaming.” Ricky whispered.

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, making him open his eyes. He pecked your lips once more, making you giggle. You held his hand and led him to one of the games you ran past earlier.

As you both walked around, Ricky felt another buzz from his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the notification.

Big Red 🔥

Nini and EJ broke up, and I’m pretty sure it’s because of you.

A/N - we love a cliffhanger lol this is for sure going to be a longer series ( maybe not too long but longer than two parts ) . hope u guys like this one !! also i hope u guys are home , staying safe and healthy , and all that stuff cuz we’re not trying to spread and catch diseases ): love y’all xx

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theoceanoasis · 4 years ago

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Spa Day

He had just woken up from a bad dream. His heart was pounding and he was breathing heavily. He looked at the clock before cursing.

"Shit!"

He had slept in and was now late for Breakfast. He got out of bed and started getting ready quickly. He tried to brush his hair back, but it was tangled and a mess. He was definitely having a bad hair day.

He looked at the clock cursing again. Breakfast was almost over and he was really hungry. He ran to the mess hall ignoring the stares of his brothers.

When he got his food, He sat down at his usual table. Fives and Echo were the only ones still there. Fives jabbed him with his elbow and said.

"Woah, what happened to your hair?"

"I'm having a bad hair day, I can fix it later."

He went back to eating ignoring the other two. He felt really tired and had gone to bed late last night. Even though he had slept in today. It didn't do much.

When he was done eating, He went back to his bunk and grabbed his hair brush before going to the fresher.

There were a few brothers inside, but they ignored him. Which was fine with him. He didn't feel like talking.

He walked over to the mirror and blinked in suprise.

He looked horrible. His hair was a mess and he had big bags under his eyes. His face had broken out after sleeping with, his hair in his face.

Most of his brothers didn't have acne. It was something the Kaminoans had gotten rid of, but some of his brothers still got acne from mutations. He had one such mutation that caused him to have acne.

He groaned and put a hand on his face. Today was just not his day.

He winsed looking at the paint that was chipped and falling off his nails. His nails also looked really long and all scraggly.

He looked away from the mirror feeling like a hideous beast. He walked out of the room feeling hopeless.

His hair was so bad, he needed someone else to help him. He started looking around and asking different people for help. That was until he ran into his General.

"Sir."

"At ease Tup."

He put his hand down.

"Your hair is a mess."

"I know."

He tried to grit his teeth.

"Do you need help?"

He looked at him suprised before saying.

"Yes."

His General smiled before tugging him along. He watched as his General lead him to his room. His General opened the door and walked inside. He felt really nervous standing in his General's room. He looked over and found the man digging through his drawers before pulling something out.

"Here it is."

His General pulled out a brush and he looked at him confused.

"I already have a brush."

"I know, but this one is better with curly hair."

"Oh."

"Sit on the bed, let me get those knot's out."

He sat on the bed still feeling a little uncomfortable. His General grabbed some sort of spray and started spraying it into his hair.

"This is detangler, it helps make it easier to brush."

His General moved behind him and started brushing his hair. It hurt at first, but not as much as usual. His General was being gentle and trying not to hurt him.

He started ignoring the pain after a while and relaxed enjoying the feeling. His General's slim fingers moved through his hair and gently untangled knots.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of someone touching his hair. It felt really nice and he felt his skin tingle.

He slowly relaxed even more and began falling asleep while his General worked.

His General grabbed a hair doodle and put his hair into a bun.

"There, I'm all done."

He sleepily opened his eyes trying to blink away the fog.

"Thanks General."

"No problem, let's work on the acne next. I got these face masks from Padme. She says they do wonders on the skin."

"That's not necessary sir."

"It's alright Tup, I don't mind. Besides helping you is relaxing."

He looked at his General confused.

"When I'm helping you, It's easier to sink into the force."

"Oh."

He still didn't understand, but he wasn't going to say anything.

His General walked back over to the same drawer and pulled out two masks.

"Here this should help with acne and the bags under your eyes."

"Thanks General."

"Call me Anakin, were off duty."

He looked unsure for a moment before saying.

"Okay, Anakin."

Anakin beamed and handed him a mask. They both opened one and put it on there faces.

He laughed they both looked so weird. Anakin smiled and pulled out nail stuff.

"Do you mind if I do your nails?"

"Not at all."

Anakin grinned and started filing down his nails before painting them.

"Do you have a specific design in mind?"

"Hmm, maybe a tear drop on one nail."

"Okay, What color do you want your nails?"

"Definitely Blue."

Anakin concentrated on making sure his nails were perfect he relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. They were definitely going to do this again some time.

He slowly started falling asleep again. Anakin felt really relaxing and safe.

Anakin awoke him by lightly shaking his shoulder.

"Tup, I finished your nails. We need to take off the masks and rub the extra liquid onto our face before washing it off."

He slowly opened his eyes feeling groggy.

"Okay Anakin."

Anakin helped him up and they walked into the fresher.

He took off the mask and rubbed the liquid into his face while examining his nails in the mirror.

"Wow these look amazing."

Anakin blushed.

"Thank you."

He rinsed his face and dried it off before there was a knock on the door.

"Can you get it? I'm still rinsing off my face."

"Yeah."

He walked over and was surprised to see his Captain.

Rex looked at him confused.

"What are you doing here Tup?"

"The General helped me brush my hair. He also painted my nails."

Rex looked at his nails before saying.

"They look really nice Tup. I need the General to sign something."

"I'm coming."

He turned around to see his General walking over.

"Hey Rex."

"Hello Sir."

Anakin signed the paperwork before looking at Rex.

"How's your shoulder?"

"It's fine."

"Good to hear."

Rex looked at Tup before saying.

"You have patrol in 20 minutes."

"That's right, I forget about that. See you later General."

"Bye Tup, let's do this again some time."

"Definitely."

Tup ran off feeling happy and relaxed. His day had gotten a lot better and he didn't feel as tired. He was definitely going to have a spa day with his General again.

#tup #clone wars #spa day #anakin skywalker #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #captain rex #tup's hair #bad day #fluff #day gets better

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kimjoongs · 4 years ago

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—road trip with ateez

hongjoong

driver #1

gets stressed out easily so he relies on seonghwa for moral and emotional support

almost broke the steering wheel a couple times bc of how hard he was gripping it

he’s used the “if you guys don’t stop i will turn this car back around” line one too many times in a span of an hour

when hongjoong isn’t driving, he’s either sleeping or trying to drown out the other members by blasting music from his headphones

had to implement a “10 minute rule” at a rest stop bc last time yeosang took almost 30 minutes trying to decide what snacks to buy

threatened to leave anyone behind if they weren’t back in 10 minutes

wooyoung scoffed and said he was lying

he also cried when hongjoong actually did leave him behind luckily seonghwa convinced him to drive back

absolutely refuses to hand anyone the aux cord, especially mingi

yelled at san when he accidentally kicked hongjoong’s chair, causing him to hit his head on the steering wheel

this man is tired and just wants to get to the hotel asap

“it’s not about the destination it’s about the journey my ass, if i have to spend another minute in this van i will explode”

seonghwa

in charge of navigation and also driver #2

is pretty chill throughout the entire trip, he’s patient with the younger members but will pat hongjoong’s shoulder in solidarity

takes pictures of the scenery a lot

“seonghwa that’s just a pile of dirt”

“it’s pretty shh”

he’s the one who breaks up any arguments that happens during the trip

somehow someway he put mingi and wooyoung in time out for 20 minutes

yunho sits directly behind seonghwa and sometimes yunho will feed him a few chips

he has free reign over the aux bc he’s the only one who hongjoong can trust to not play anything weird

doesn’t nap often, but when he does he’s woken up by hongjoong frantically shaking him

“i hate to wake you up but can you please drive the rest of the way, i need to pass out before i lose my mind”

has trouble fitting his legs under the steering wheel bc this man is long

had to slam on the brakes once bc a deer ran across the road and he screamed

yunho

sits in the middle row with san and mingi aka chaos just waiting to happen

had to hold san back a couple times bc he want to fight mingi

his favorite game to play is i spy

“i spy with my little eye something that is small”

“...hongjoong..?”

“correct!”

“alright listen here you little shit–”

whenever the van stops at a stoplight, yunho always waves at the cars next to them or at the people walking down the street

he gets sad when no one waves back

saw a dog once and he was so excited the van almost tipped over

yunho drinks a lot of water so he always has to go to the bathroom

they were nowhere near a rest stop so he considered peeing in an empty bottle but seonghwa threatened to kick him out of he did

he held it in for the next hour and practically jumped out of the van before hongjoong could even put it in park

yeosang

he’s just straight up vibing

he has his earphones in and snacks to nibble on, he’s living his best life

stole one of san’s pillows and used it as a prop up to watch movies on his phone

he’s pretty quiet during most of the trip, but he gets just as heated when wooyoung pulls him in to play a game with the rest of the 99 liners

didn’t speak to wooyoung for a whole hr bc he lost against san and mingi so they had to buy them snacks at the next rest stop

he sits in between jongho and wooyoung in the back row, so sometimes he’ll grab their hands and just play with their fingers when he’s bored

is torn between jumping out the window or throwing wooyoung out of the van

he gets distracted really easily so he almost didn’t notice hongjoong pulling out of the rest stop until he heard seonghwa yelling at him to get in

falls asleep to the sound of jongho humming next to him

munches on a lot of snacks and is the sole reason why their snack supply is almost depleted by the time they get to the hotel

he was the one who gave yunho the idea to pee in the bottle

originally he was in charge of navigation but it was given to seonghwa bc yeosang accidentally led them to this old abandoned warehouse

san

he brought like 4 pillows and 3 blankets to cuddle with, hongjoong stole at least 1 of each

he’s pretty giddy during the entire trip, the only one who doesn’t take a nap

likes to make a bunch of little noises while snuggling into his pillows

never ever put him next to mingi ever again bc those two are a ticking time bomb

they’re always playing games and flicking the loser on the forehead

one time san flicked mingi so hard his head recoiled and hit the window, the entire van burst into laughter (even hongjoong cracked a tiny smile)

he asked if he could drive but was instantly shot down by all of the members

he wouldn’t stop pouting

when san’s not messing around, he’s either cuddling into mingi or yunho or maneuvering himself so that he was laying on both of them

he’s fed at every member in the car at least once, holding a chip up to their face until they ate it

his little yells or screams scares the shit out of seonghwa and hongjoong that they’ve both almost swerved off the road a few times

got his mouth taped shut bc of it

“i nwefdd to ooj thu wehwoom”

“...what?”

“i nwefdd to oof thu wehwoom”

“you need to use the restroom?”

“jongho how the fuck did you understand him–”

mingi

way way way too hyped

he’s practically squished against the window but is that going to put a damper on his mood? no

would occasionally push himself on top of san just to annoy him

always asks for the aux cord but no one hears him

when he’s bored he just starts spouting nonsense so yeosang sometimes has to lean forward and cover his mouth

he almost got his mouth taped shut too

likes to wriggle in his seat and it makes the van move from side to side

when he was the first one back to the van at the rest stop, he just kept shifting the car back and forth and seonghwa almost had a heart attack when he saw the van shaking

breaks out into a rap at the most random times

has hit his head on the roof of the van one too many times he’s surprised he didn’t have a concussion

steals snacks from san when he isn’t looking

fogs up the window and doodles little hearts on it

“look it’s a heart!”

“looks like a lump of sh–”

“yeosang!”

wooyoung

ceo of “are we there yet” and “how much longer”

it’s a surprise he hasn’t been thrown out onto the road

screams so loudly when he loses a game

“you cheated!”

“no i didn’t you just suck!”

they were running out of tape at this point

always asking for something even tho he sits in the very back

“seonghwa can you hand me a bag of chips?”

“hongjoong can you turn the ac up it’s hot back here”

“seonghwa can you hand me a bottle of water”

“seonghwa i’m done with this can you hold it?”

gets sulky when yeosang chooses to sleep instead of playing with him

takes pictures of the other members sleeping

drew a mustache on san’s face when he took a nap and would not stop laughing about it for the rest of the trip

complains about his legs cramping up and yeosang kicked him in response

throws chips and gummies at seonghwa’s head for funsies

jongho

completely unbothered

honestly the epitome of well behaved child

hongjoong actually thanked him when they got to their hotel

however he wasn’t allowed the aux cord either because the minute he puts a ballad on, it’s over for all of them

so he just hums quietly to himself the whole time

will occasionally reach over and poke yeosang’s cheek

dude idk what else to say about jongho he’s just chilling

except for that one time he told hongjoong to stop the van only so he could jump out and take dozens of pictures of the sunset

but he looked really cute and excited w his little camera out so no one could really be upset with him

when he takes a nap he either falls asleep against the window or bent over yeosang’s lap

not a fan of sweet things so he’s always snacking on like...takis or beef jerky and downing a bunch of energy drinks everyone is lowkey worried about him

doesn’t have his license yet but was a strong candidate to be driver #2

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local-paranoid-cryptid · 4 years ago

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SBI ft reader part 1

ya’ll didnt think I was gonna post the entire thing right? anyway, the reader is based off of mother nature and in this techno is gonna be a family friend (so no cannon family)

tw: none that I can remember :)

word count in this chapter:1661

status: unedited

It was a warm spring day, Phil scouted the area around the castle. He was the best at spotting and hunting people down, after all he was hand picked by the king himself out of almost 300 men and women.

Phil was a young man, around his early 20s, with sharp eyes and massive wings. He earned himself the nickname "Angel of Death" because of his scarily amazing combat skills and his ability to attack without a sound, but unsuprisingly he had little to no friends or mutuals due to his intimidating reputation and apperence.

Thats when he met a boy, about 9, maybe 10, stealing bread from the local bakery. Phil caught him, of corse, but when he saw the state of the boy, clearly malnourished and tired, he didn't make him return the food, instead Phil paid for it and watched the boy scamper away into alley. He later learned that the boys name was Wilbur and it wasn’t uncommon to see the boy stealing or getting into large street fights for money. Phil had offered him food, and of course he didn’t pass up an offer for food, but by the time Phil opened his mouth to ask him something he was gone.

One day Phil runs into the boy again, but not in a way you’d expect. Phil had finished doing his usual patrols around the castle when he feels something tug at his sleeve. Looking down he sees a small boy in a large dirtied shirt with holes, bright blue eyes, and blonde hair with bits of mud stuck in it. He must have been about 5 or 6 because he spoke in a fast and nervous voice, too fast for Phil to process. Next thing he knew though was that he was being dragged by the sleeve by a dirt swearing child, to see Wilbur thrashing against police hold. “Is there a problem here?” He asks the police, they explain that Wilbur was under arrest for assault and theft. The kid grunts, seeing the blonde boy behind Phil, “Tommy what the fuck?! I told you to run!!” He yells, seeming less angry and more frustrated. “These kids are with me, unless you have a problem with that, mate.” He spreads his wings threateningly, the police knew who he was and let Wilbur off with a warning. And that was how Phil adopted two kids off the street.

3 years had passed, Wilbur was now 12 while Tommy was 8. Phil was happy with the way things were, but eventually there were rumors of a new, powerful material deep in the hellscape they called the nether. The material was said to be a dark ashy black, and so powerful that it doesn’t burn in even the hottest of fires of the nether. That was the reason for its name, Netherite. Phil wanted to set out and look for the metal but we was worried for his kids so he found a babysitter that also happened to be his only friend from work, Captain “Sparkles” Jordan.

“Are you sure there gonna be fine mate?” Phil asks nervously with a backpack of supplies slung over his shoulder. Jordan assured his friend that the children would be fine, and with that Phil headed off to the nether.

To say the nether was hot was an understatement, it was a raging, blistering feeling when entering. The sudden change in temperature causes your head to spin and your body to feel a wave of overwhelming amounts of nausea.

Phil stared out in the horizon of at a group of striders, aww-ing at the babies and how they rode of the parents back. His eye caught on to a large black monument, a bastion.

He flew over the colossal lava ocean and landed softly on the ground. Phil’s eyes scan for any danger, but seeing nothing, and although he was grateful he was also uneasy about the situation. He looks through each chest and managed to find a lodestone, some iron and golden nuggets, and a golden pair of boots. Nothing too interesting, though he did find a disc in one of the chest. Phil decided to take this items and go on his way to find netherite.

A few hours of mining had passed and phil had manage to find 3 scraps. It was a bit disappointing in his opinion, he’s running low on water and his wings began drooping down to maintain coolness. Phil almost heads back to the portal when he sees something pink and black. He decided to take a look around the surrounding blue forest. After a few minutes of looking he spots what looks like a child with matted curly dusty pink hair, blood-red eyes, tusks pointing out the corners of his mouth, pink floppy ears atop his head, a thin build, pink bipedal legs, hooved feet, and a pink boar tail twitching lowly. not to mention the boy was soaked in blood, yet no visible signs of any injuries. Phil hears the boy clicking his teeth, a common warning amongst both piglins and domestic pigs.

There was something about the kid that tells him that the kid was dangerous, but nevertheless he pursued. He takes a step, slowly reaching into his bag. He pulls out a baked potato, one of the many he brought for this expedition. Phil slowly reached his hand out, beckoning the hybrid to take it. It didn’t, and instead left. Phil leaves the vegetable on the floor and walks away, sitting cross legged about 15 feet away. He watched as the hybrid peaked around a blue tree, cautiously sneaking to the vegetable. He picked it up and scurried back to the trees.

This exchange continued for about a week, Phil enters the nether, puts a baked potato on the floor for the boy, sat and watched him from a distance as he grew more and more comfortable with Phil. So Phil was allowed to sit closer and closer, but the hybrid always scurried behind the same blue tree. Phil began talking to him, nothing specific, just what ever was on his mind, and the boy listened.

One day Phil brought the boy a carrot instead of a potato, the boy didn’t eat it or even touch the root. That’s when Phil grew more and more curious about him. He brought a variety of foods for the kid to try, a golden carrot, an apple, and three types of stew.

“He seemed to favor the suspicious soup and the golden carrots.” He spoke out loud as he wrote in his leather-bound journal. His back was turned to the boy as he ate. The boy tilted his head and walked to the man, glancing over his shoulder at what he was writing. There he was a drawn picture of himself. Phil froze as he sees the boys shadow peer over him, but he continued writing, “likes apple, did not like rabbit or mushroom stew.”

Eventully Phil was allowed to sit next to the boy as he ate, giving him paper to write and doodle. that's how Phil found out his name, "technoblade".

One day, the boy just wasn't there, so phil left. after a week, the boy still hadn't turned up. He assumed that he'd left to his family, and left it at that.

Years past and the memories of the boy faded but were never completely gone. It was the first day of SMP earth, so Phil had a lot on his mind, but out of the corner of his eye he sees a man, about Phils height, but more muscular. He had an unreadable expression, peony pink hair, blood-red eyes, tusks poking out the corner of his mouth, scared floppy ears atop his head, bipedal legs, and a pink boar tail twitching lowly. His outfit was plain, a white button up top, black pants, and knee length gray boots. He looked familiar, but now Phil was too distracted by him and his sons parting ways to their own expeditions in conquest.

Technoblade watches the man hug his family, he recognizes him as soon as he saw the green and white striped bucket hat and those massive gray wings.

Techno turned his attention to someone else though, a girl whom he knew little about. There was just something about her that radiates both happiness and fear into people, not him of corse. He was the blood gods vessel! Feared by many, both powerful and powerless! yea..

When techno arrives onto Africa for resources he didn’t expect to see the girl. He’d managed to get a good view of her as she reached out to a trees branch, the tree leaned into their touch, miraculously bearing fruit for them.

The girl wore a long brown corduroy coat, a green knit turtleneck tucked into a long black skirt, several tattered green fabrics layered over her skirt, and a black belt tied around her waist to keep it all in place, and oddly enough, no shoes. she had messy hair with an array of sticks and flowers crafted into some sort of crown. She tucked the fruit away gently into her bag and went on her way. Techno watched her leave into the woods and left without a sound to the volcano.

When Phil stepped out of his boat onto the crunchy snow he assumed there was no one there, until he sees footprints. When his blue eyes followed to trail of foot prints it led to the pink haired man he spotted in the entrance, and a girl he didn’t recognize. Phil flew to a level edge of the mountain, but techno hears the flapping of wings and moves in front of the girl protectively, sword in hand. Their defensive stances were tense until techno lowers his sword and his eyes soften, “Phil..?” Said man looked confused until he realized that he was standing in front of the same hybrid Piglin from years ago. “Technoblade?”

#my writing #my post #sbi fanfic #x reader #but not really #reader insert #philza #philza minecraft #Technoblade #Technoblade fic #Wilbur soot #Tommyinnit #fanfic #dream smp #dream smp au #sbi+reader fic

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geekfanficwriter · 5 years ago

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Secrets [REWRITE]- Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter is your best friend and you have a massive crush on him, but the fact that he’s Spiderman impedes your relationship. Words: 2283 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is set around Civil War and Homecoming

You were sat next to your best friend Peter in study hall, usually you and Peter would joke around as your teacher spent this hour in the teacher lounge drinking coffee, but for once they’ve showed up so you were doodling in your notebook as you really couldn’t be bothered to work. You flipped the page over leaving your current drawing and starting a new drawing of the hero who had recently appeared. His name was Spiderman. He seemed to have some form of super strength and shot webs and as someone who grew up reading Batman comic books; it was super awesome to have a hero in your neighbourhood.

You looked up for a second when you saw the teacher get up and leave apparently deciding she didn’t need to supervise you for the last fifteen minutes of class. You looked at Peter and smiled. God, he was so cute. You realised you were a walking cliché, falling for your high school best friend but you couldn’t help it. He was kind, good looking, and you had a lot in common, plus in the past few months he had bulked up and although he was good looking before, he was absolutely perfect now.

‘You know it’s really creepy when you stare at me, right?’ Peter said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You blushed, not realising you had been staring.

‘I was just thinking how dorky your shirt is.’ You lied and lightly kicked him under the table.

‘Aw come on. I know you like my shirt.’ He replied, kicking you back. ‘What you drawing there?’ He glanced over at your notebook and saw a drawing of him. Not that you knew it was him.

‘Oh, just doodling that new superhero guy. I bet he’s cute under the mask.’ You joked.

‘It’s a good drawing.’ Peter replied, trying not to blush at the fact you just called him cute. You didn’t know it, but Peter also had a crush on you. In his eyes, you were the most attractive girl around her and your dorky personality was super cute. In that moment, he wanted to tell you he was Spiderman, then maybe you’d go on a date with him, but he couldn’t; he didn’t want to put you at risk.

‘Now who’s staring.’ You poked him in the cheek, and he swatted your hand away.

‘I was not staring.’

‘Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that. Anyway, since it’s a Friday, and let’s be honest here, we're not going to any parties, do you want to come over to mine to watch a film? I asked Ned earlier, but he’s got a family thing, so it’ll just be the two of us.’

‘I don’t know Y/N.’ He rubbed the back of his neck. He really wanted to go but the two of you hadn��t been alone since he’d developed feelings for you, and he didn’t want to do anything stupid. Plus, what if something bad happened tonight, and he had to leave suddenly? He didn’t want to do that to you.

‘Come on, Pete’ You whined stretching out his name. ‘I’ll buy pizza and snacks.’ You looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

‘Fine.’ He sighed. ‘I’ll come around.’

‘Yes! I knew I could bribe you with food.’

‘It’s not just the food, I also want to spent time with you.’ He admitted, making you smile. At that moment the bell rang, and you reached down to grab your bag, shoving your notebook into it.

‘So, I’ll see you at like 6?’ You said as you both walked out of the class together.

‘Yeah 6 works.’ That meant he could get a few hours of patrolling in before hanging out with you.

You sat on your bed reading a book, waiting for Peter to show up. You had spent way to long getting ready for two friends hanging out. You had tried on about 300 outfits and had done and redone your makeup about 20 times. You didn’t know why you were so nervous this time, you’d hung out with Peter a million times. Maybe part of you hoped that if you looked cute, he might make a move on you.

You heard the doorbell ring, and you ran to your apartment door, opening it to see Peter there, out of breath. He looked at you and he felt like he couldn’t stop staring. You were just wearing a simple black vest top and a pair of denim shorts, but you looked perfect.

‘You okay? You looked like you’ve just ran a marathon.’

‘Yeah, I’m fine just left a little bit late.’ He had lost track of time while on patrol and had ended up practically having to run.

‘Well come on in. I’ve got soda if you want some. My parents are out so it’s just the two of us.’ He felt his heart rate increase as he walked into your apartment. He was so nervous about it just being the two of you.

‘Yeah, a soda would be great.’ You went over to the fridge and grabbed out two sodas and passed one to him before sitting down on your couch. Peter sat next to you and looked at the snack laid out on the table before grabbing a bag of marshmallows.

‘Bet you can’t get throw one of these into my mouth.’ He said holding them up.

‘Yeah, I can.’ You moved to the other side of the couch and sat facing towards him, opening up the bag. You took one out and aimed. Before throwing it, it hit him on the chest, and you groaned. You threw a few more but none of them when into his mouth.

‘God, you’re terrible at catching these.’ You joked as another went past his head and into the abyss.

‘I’m not. You just had bad aim.’ He quipped back. You stuck out your tongue at him and threw another one, hitting him directly on the forehead. You laughed and lay down on your couch, placing your head in Peter’s lap. He tried not to blush at the contact.

‘You want to order the pizza now?’ He asked looking down at you.

‘Yeah sure.’ You said sitting up suddenly. As you sat up, your head collided with Peter’s and you both groan in pain, you clutching the top of your head and him grabbing his jaw. ‘Sorry, Peter, are you okay?’ You said taking his head in your hands.

‘Yeah, I’m fine.’ He replied. He looked into your eyes, and felt mesmerised. You felt your heart rate increase as you stared back into his eyes. You wanted to kiss him so badly but scared to make the first move. Peter leaned in, and you felt your hope growing, but then he suddenly stopped and took your arms off his head. He didn’t want to stop be he had suddenly got a feeling that something bad was happening near here.

‘I’ve got to go.’ He blurted standing up and grabbing his bag.

‘What?’ You said, trying not to cry.

‘I’ll see you later.’ He ran out the door and you let the tears fall. You couldn’t believe you had made a complete idiot of yourself there. You had thought for a moment that he had liked you back, but he didn’t, and you’d scared him off by thinking something could happen.

It was Monday morning, and you stood by your locker. You had spent the rest of the weekend sitting in your room moping. Peter and Ned had both tried calling and texting you, but you’d ignored both of them not wanting to talk to anyone. You had even tried faking being sick, so you didn’t have to go into school today, but your dad made you go in, not believing you. You just weren’t ready for the embarrassment of seeing Peter, especially now that he knew you liked him.

‘Hey Y/N.’ Ned said making you jump. ‘You okay? You didn’t answer any of me and Peter’s calls or texts all weekend.’

‘Yeah, I’m fine, just been busy.’ You replied trying to hide the sadness in your voice but failing miserably.

‘All right, well if you want me and Peter are going to try to build my Lego Death Star tonight if you want to come along and help.’

‘I don’t know, Ned. I’ll see how I feel.’ You heard the bell ring, and you grabbed your books from your locker.

‘Well, it won’t be the same without you there. See you in physics.’

‘See you later.’ You said walking to your chemistry class.

You sat down in class and stared out the window. Peter was your lab partner, and you were really hoping he was sick or something, so you didn’t have to deal with him.

‘Hey Y/N.’ Peter said sitting down next to you. ‘I’m sorry about walking out on you this weekend, but something important came up.’

‘It’s okay.’ You replied not looking at him. You had a feeling if you saw his face you would cry.

‘Are you all right?’ He placed his hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged him off.

‘Yeah, I’m fine.’ He opened his mouth to respond, but your teacher walked in at that moment.

Once your teacher explained what to do, you guys stood up and got started at your experiment. Usually you would joke around with Peter while doing the experiment, but this time you were almost silent, only speaking if it was related to the experiment you were doing. After half an hour of this, Peter had had enough.

‘Come on, are you not going to make fun of my shirt, I mean look how dorky it is. Or look I made a mistake here.’ He pointed to his piece of paper. ‘Anything to say about that?’

‘Nope.’ You responded looking down at your notebook.

‘Okay she’s definitely mad at me.’ Peter thought. ‘I shouldn’t have run out on Friday.’ He would speak with you, but class wasn’t the place do to it.

‘We need to talk.’ Peter said grabbing your arm as you both walked out of the classroom.

‘I can’t. I have class.’ You responded, pulling your arm out of his grasp.

‘I know you don’t have a class right now.’

‘Fine, you have five minutes.’ He led you to an empty classroom, and you sat down on a desk.

‘I know you’re mad at me, I’m sorry for running out.’ He said sitting next to you.

‘I’m not mad at you.’ You mumbled looking down at the floor.

‘What?’

‘I’m not mad at you. I’m embarrassed!’ You said, not exactly yelling but speaking louder than normal.

‘What? Why would you be embarrassed?’ Peter moved slightly closer to you as he saw tears starting to fall from your eyes. He would usually hug you, but he didn’t want to push your boundaries.

‘Because I thought you liked me but clearly you don’t and I scared you off because I like you, like a lot.’

‘You like me?’ Peter was shocked. He felt like you could have everyone you wanted, yet you liked him.

‘Yeah.’ You sighed. Peter’s face lit up, and he wrapped his arms around you before he could stop himself. ‘What are you doing?’ You asked.

‘I just never thought you’d like me back.’ He pulled away from you, embarrassed at his reaction.

‘Wait, if you like me too. Then, why did you run away?’ You were confused. Was he just lying to you to make you feel better?

‘Because um.’ He said, trying to think up a reason. ‘I had stuff to do.’ He grimaced at his terrible excuse.

‘Oh, come on. Are you Spiderman or something?’ You spat back. Now you were annoyed, it was bad enough that he would reject you, but you never thought Peter would be cruel enough to mock your feelings. He sighed. He knew he would have to tell you the truth.

‘Yeah, I am.’ He said not looking at you. It worried him to see your reaction. You stood up in anger.

‘You know what? I don’t mind you not having feelings for me but lying to me is such a horrible thing to do.’ You stormed away when you felt something wrap around you and pull you back until you were face to face with Peter. You placed your hands on Peter’s shoulders as a default reaction to stable yourself. You look down at your waist and see web. Your eyes widen as you realise that Peter was telling the truth.

‘I’m not lying, and I would never lie about my feelings for you.’ He said placing his hands on your waist.

‘So, you’re actually Spiderman?’ You whispered back.

‘Yeah, I am. I’m sorry about not telling you sooner.’

‘What if you get hurt? God, Peter, what if something happens to you? This is so danger-’ Peter cuts you off by placing his lips of yours. Your eyes widened at first, but then you close them and lean into the kiss. His lips were so soft against yours and he was a great kisser. Had he done this before?

‘What are the two of you doing?’ You heard a voice yell making the two of you jump apart. You looked and see a teacher stood there. ‘Both of you, detention!’ You both walk out the room as the teacher closed the door behind you and walked away. You reached over and took Peter’s hand in your own.

‘Ned’s going to so angry that we will be late to build his death star tonight.’ You whispered in Peter’s ear.

‘Yeah, but it was worth it.’ He whispered back, lightly kissing you.

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