#Freaks and geeks x reader

[beah388love]

Shark week

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Pairing: Daniel Desario x Fem!reader

Summary: Your period decides to attack you so you can’t make it to school and call in sick.

Warnings: period, swearing, bad language, mentions of blood, mentions of weed and pornos!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

++ I’ve been trying to add this to my Pinner masterlist but it won’t work every time I’ve tried! Please tell me how to fix it if you know!!!! & I have a lando post coming soon!!! 💛🧡

“Y/n! Y/n! Wake uuppppppp!” Your little brother screamed as he shook you and poked your arm.

You jumped up confused as to what was happening “what?! What’s wrong?” You asked worried and he looked at you with widened eyes “Y- your bleeding!” He said distraught, you was confused until you looked down at your legs and saw the blood covering your bottom half and only was it then did you feel the uncomfortable wet patch under your ass.

“Are you okay?!” He asked you worried and you quickly rushed to cover his eyes with one hand “I’m okay Mikey! I just uh- I’m on my period..” you said and he nodded “I remeber! Sometimes you bleed on your period!” Michael explained as he remembered the last couple times you’ve been on your period and needs help getting toilet roll whilst on the toilet.

“Mikey can you go wake up everyone please? Not dad though don’t wake up dad.” You asked and he nodded before carefully and quietly running off to wake everyone else up.

You took this as your chance to get up and have a quick shower and change into some new clothes and change your bed sheets.

You was checking your phone when you saw Daniel messaged you but you doubled over and held onto your stomach, it felt like your uterus was trying to kill you.

“Ah oh my fucking god! You son of a bitch” you shouted in a whisper as you held onto your stomach.

You powered through your cramps making sure to get all your brothers to school first.

“Breakfast for you, you, you, you, you an- where’s Joey?” You asked when you reached his empty chair “he wouldn’t wake up” mikey and Ben said in unison, “I can wake him up” Wayne said and you smiled “it’s okay Wayne I’ll do it” you said.

“did you wake Tommy up?” You asked mikey and he shook his head as he chewed on his bacon.

You walked towards joeys room as you shook tommys bottle in your hands mixing the warm milk. Joey was lying on his bed with pillow covering his face. “I know you’re awake.”

“I don’t want to go.” he said into his pillow his speech muffled, “why?” You asked as you sat down next to him removing the pillow from his face.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Talk to me.” You said and he sighed as he sat up.

“I just- I don’t know- Sam’s been ignoring me and I don’t know why.” He admitted with a sad huff.

“Well I think you should go to school and ask him. Straight to his face and whatever he says I guarantee can be changed, explained or talked about.” You said and he nodded with a smile.

“Okay I will.”

“Alright c’mon then go eat your breakfast! Love you.” You said making him laugh.

“Love you too” he said as he left to go eat his breakfast.

You huffed as you got up from his bed “now to wake Tommy up….”

You leaned over the cot and gently lifted up Tommy resting him in your arms as he began to cry “I know I know..I know you hate wake up time, I do to.” You spoke softly as you fed him his bottle, his cries dying down.

You walked back to your brothers and they had all finished breakfast and surprisingly had all their school stuff ready, “get in the car please guys” you said and they all quickly got into your car. You had to buy a shitty seven seater car for your birthday since you couldn’t fit all your brothers in your dad’s car so you had to sell his.

“Can somebody give Tommy his dummy?” You asked as you looked in the mirror and smiled when you saw Ben carefully putting his dummy in his mouth.

“Thank you”

You tried to focus on the road as your cramps attacked you.

“Ah fuck” you whispered “that’s a bad word!” Mikey giggled as he pointed at you.

“I didn’t say a bad word! I said..duck” you said trying to save yourself and it somewhat worked.

“Yeah yeah.” Mikey said crossing his arms and sitting back in his car seat.

-

“Okay bye I love you!” You waved through the half rolled down car window, Joey and Wayne looked at you confused.

“You’re not coming?” Wayne asked and you shook your head.

“I’m in so much pain I can’t I’m calling in sick but ill pick you up okay” you said and he nodded, “Ibuprofen is in the cupboard” Wayne said and you smiled with a nod “okay thank you, I love you” you said as you began to drive off “love you too” he said before he you drove away.

“Where’s y/n going?” Joey asked wayne.

“She’s sick so she’s staying at home” Wayne said playing with the zip on his bag before walking off to meet up with his friends.

“Okay…” joey said confused.

- Daniel’s POV:

I leaned up against y/n’s locker waiting for her, she was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.

“Where’s y/n?” Ken asked as he walked up to me “I don’t know she was supposed to be here, she hasn’t even responded to my texts” I said and he frowned confused.

“Maybe she’s running late? She does have to take her brothers to school.”

“Nah she messaged me yesterday that she had to take her brothers extra early so she’d meet me here.” I explained and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno but I’m sure she’s fine” ken said patting me on the chest but I didn’t let it go.

“Class is in 5 desario! Get your stuff together.” mr. Kowchevski warned as he walked down the hall.

“Wait Sir! Do you know where y/n is?” I asked him and he groaned.

“I’m not allowed to give out students information desario.”

“I’m her boyfriend” I huffed and he rolled his eyes at me

“Fine…can you at least tell me if she’s okay?”

“No desario, I already told you I can’t give out students personal information! Now get to class.”

I sighed as I looked at the clock again until I saw her brother Wayne putting his bag in his locker.

“Hey! Uh- Wayne where’s y/n?” I asked him leaning on the locker next to him.

“Why.” He muttered not even looking my way.

He is very overprotective of his sister I learned that the first day I met him and he took me aside and threatened me if I hurt her, obviously I wouldn’t but he still doesn’t like me that much.

“She uh- was supposed to meet me ten minutes ago” I said scratching the back of my neck trying to ease the tension.

“She’s sick. She’s not coming.” Wayne stated looking at me with an annoyed expression before walking away but i caught up with him.

“Wha- what do you mean she’s sick? What’s wrong with her?” I asked him trying to walk with him and he huffed “Stop. Just- look, she’s on her period okay? She’s having really bad cramps. Can I go now?” Wayne said and I nodded putting my hands up defensively and he sighed walking to class.

I quickly opened my locker and grabbed my bag “hey! what are you doing?” Ken asked me confused “I’m leaving.” I said and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever dude, it’s your detention.”

“Yeah yeah I know that. See you later, make sure to get the notes for that test for me tho!” I said and he nodded with a fake smile before walking the opposite direction of me.

-

I drove to the shops to grab y/n some things, I walked in and looked around finding her favourite chocolate and snacks that part was easy. But then I got to the ‘women’s section’

“Heavy flow? Medium? Or light…?” I read out confused, “a diva cup? What is that…for tea?” I said to myself as I held the box confused.

“Do you need help?” A worker asked me and I nodded embarrassed. “Uh yeah- my girlfriend is on her period and i need to buy her some things..” I said and she nodded with a smile.

“How old is she?” She asked me and I was confused what did her age have anything to do with this?

“Uh- sixteen” I said and she nodded as she grabbed two boxes one blue and one purple.

“I remember her having purple in her bathroom” I said furrowing my eyebrows trying to remember, I took the purple box from her with a tight lipped awkward smile.

“Thanks” I said and she smiled, “Aw it’s fine, I’m sure your girlfriend will appreciate your efforts. Most men don’t even acknowledge periods” she said a pinch of angriness in her voice at the end.

“I’m not like that..she’s really something special” I said smiling as I thought about her. “Awh..well I hope you have a good day..here you go” the lady smiled as she handed me the full plastic bag. “You too, thank you” I said before leaving the shop.

—

I knocked on y/n’s door, leaning in the corner of the wall, I heard her mutter something annoyed before she opened the door. “I already said I don’t want your stupid Wi-Fi shit-“ she said as she opened the door, she looked awful. Her hair was messy, she had a hot water bottle on her lower stomach, her eyes were red and sore, her cheeks were puffy and her lips were a little swollen from crying.

But she still looked so beautiful. She looked real, So naturally beautiful. No makeup just her real beauty.

“Daniel? What are you doing here?” She cut me out of my thoughts, “I uh- Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed and she rolled her eyes angrily about to shut the door.

“Hey! Don’t shut the door! I was just kiddin” I grinned, she opened the door glaring at me.

“Why are you here?” She asked me again.

“Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed making her roll her eyes. “I’m really not in the mood for jokes Daniel i have to look after Tommy and my dads asleep an-“ I cut her off with a kiss and she smiled “I’m here to help…are you going to let me in now?” I asked and she rolled her eyes playfully as she opened the door wider to let me in.

“You go lay down. Give him to me” I said and she smiled as she handed Tommy to me carefully, he stared up at me with his big blue eyes, he’s one of the cutest babies I have ever seen in my whole life.

“Alright, you go lay down and I’ll heat up the hot water bottle” I said and she sighed in relief as she laid down on the sofa.

“Be quiet though because of-“

“Your dad I know, I know” I smirked and she rolled her eyes with a grin as she laid back down onto the sofa.

“Alright tommy, shh shh it’s okay” I whispered softly as I placed him into his cot for his nap.

- Your POV

“What’s in the bag?” You asked as you saw Daniel place it onto the table, “just some things for you” he smiled as he filled up your hot water bottle.

“Here you go baby” he said as he handed you the hot water bottle along with placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hunched over in pain, “ah!” You hissed scrunching your face up in pain.

“Cramps?” He asked and you nodded not opening your eyes until the pain stopped. “Guess this is a good time to give you the stuff I bought” Daniel said as he hopped over the sofa and grabbed the bag.

“Right…i got you your favourite…strawberry pencils and the fizzy ones!” He said as he grabbed them both handing them to you, you gasped making him smirk “you know me so well…” you said opening them.

“And I got crisps..a dvd of Goonies and I also got you some period thingies” Daniel said making you laugh at the end.

“How did you know what ones to get?” You asked and he got all flustered. “I uh- I remembered seeing purple ones in your bathroom and one of the ladies at the shop helped me a little” he admitted making you giggle.

“I love you so so so so much” you giggled kissing him all over his face making him laugh.

“Oh and last but not least I got…chocolate!” He grinned holding it up and you gasped happily as you snatched it off of him quickly opening it and eating a piece.

“I love you so much Daniel, thank you” you smiled as you gave him a hug and another kiss on the cheek.

-

Daniel put the dvd in and grabbed your duvet cover from your bed and threw it on the sofa along with your pillows,

“Comfy?” He asked as he looked down at you, squashed between the sofa and pillows “yup” you said popping the p.

He climbed in with you and you laid on top of him, your leg hiked up to ease your cramps and your hot water bottle perfectly on your lower stomach, burning in the perfect way.

Daniel smiled when he felt your breathing slow and when he heard your small snores, he looked down and smiled at your face squashed on his chest. He placed a kiss on your head before watching the tv again. He bared through the pain of the scorching hot water bottle on his stomach, after all he’d have them all over his body as long as it eased your pain.

He was sweating though and had to pull the cover off of him but you was still knocked out and happy.

Until…you woke up from a sharp pain in your abdomen, it felt like someone punched you as hard as they possibly could multiple times.

You groaned out in pain catching Daniel’s attention “you okay?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head. “Ahh no it hurts so fuckin bad” you bit on your lip to distract yourself from the pain but it didn’t work.

“Here drink this” Daniel said as he handed you some water, “you sure you don’t want to have a tablet?” He asked and you shook your head “no. I’ll have one if it gets worse”

“Alright your decision” he said as he moved the hot water bottle directly on where you was holding your stomach. The pressure slowly went and the pain stopped and you sighed in relief.

“Are you good?” He asked and you nodded into his chest, snuggling your face into his neck.

“I love you” you said and he smiled looking down at your snuggled up form on top of him “I love you too” he replied and not minutes later was when Tommy woke up and began crying.

“Ugh” you groaned as you was about to get up but daniel stopped you, “I’ll get him don’t worry, just go back to sleep” he said giving you a kiss on the head and you smiled at him as you laid back down.

He got up and quickly went over to his cot, “sh sh..uh right your bottle…ah! There it is” he spoke to himself as he rocked Tommy in his arms and fed him his bottle.

“Hold his head higher” i said softly as I watched him feed him, “you’re such a softie.” I teased and he rolled his eyes at me.

“Whatever.” He said moodily making me laugh.

“You hungry?” I asked and he nodded “I think that hot water bottle burnt my stomach” he half-joked as he rested Tommy on his chest in his arms.

“Why aren’t you at school?” My dad asked making us both jump as he stood against the wall with his arms crossed.

“God! Dad you scared me! Why are you out of bed!”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“School finished early, today’s a half day.” I said and he nodded “so why’s he here?” He asked and daniel tucked his lips in an awkward smile.

“He came over to hang out..now why aren’t you in bed? you know your arthritis-” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll go to bed later I just wanted to watch a film thas’ all” he cut me off giving me a kiss on the head before rolling a fag and smoking it outside.

“You promise your fine.”

“I swear I’m alright.” He said as he took a puff from his fag before chucking it on the ground and stepping on it.

“Now move over so I can put my show on.” He grinned as he shoved me jokingly, making me giggle.

We watched his show with him, daniel cuddled me in the corner of the sofa and my dad took Tommy off of him, cuddling with him on his side of the sofa.

“I better go pick my demonic brothers up.” I sighed as I got up and my dad gave daniel a look behind my back, gesturing for him to go with me.

Daniel knotted his brows confused until he got what he meant “I’ll go with you..” he said and I smiled “really?”

“Yeah as long as that’s okay with Mr.Kelly?” Daniel grinned and my dad rolled his eyes “don’t call me that. And yes it’s fine you can leave now…shitheads” my dad laughed and I jokingly hit him on the back of his head before leaving with daniel.

-

Daniel rested his hand on my thigh as he played a game on his phone, “which brother are we getting first?” He asked and I giggled.

“Uh- your favourite actually” I smirked and he gasped “Mikey?” He said and I nodded laughing as I pulled over outside his school.

“C’mon princess let’s go” I teased as I got out the car

“Don’t call me that” he warned half jokingly as he took my hand in his, swaying them as we walked to his classroom door.

“Hey y/n! Mikey! Your sisters here!” The teacher smiled and mikey came toddling out with his bag and a piece of paper, he gasped when he saw daniel making us both laugh.

Daniel bent down with his arms wide open “Danny!” He exclaimed as he threw himself into his arms. “Mikey!” He cheered as he wrapped him up in a hug.

“Alright hugs over, we gotta go get the others.” I smiled and mikey nodded with a giggle as daniel rolled his eyes.

“Fineee” daniel teased as he took mikeys hand in his.

-

“Hey uh y/n? I don’t know how to do this…” Daniel said confused as he tried to connect mikeys car seat straps. I laughed when I saw mikeys uncomfortable face.

“Move over I’ll do it” I laughed as I connected the seatbelt with ease.

“You stupid” mikey laughed pointing to daniel.

“Hey! I’m not stupid you little-“ Daniel cut himself off as he tickled mikey making him squeal a laugh. “Stop! Stop! Noo! HAHHAHA” he screamed laughing so hard his cheeks hurt.

“I sorry! I sorry!” He surrendered and daniel stopped tickling him with a smirk.

“Right…now ben…” I said as I got out the car.

“You stay here with mikey” I said and he nodded.

Once I got Ben he hopped in the car and smiled when he saw Daniel “why are you here?” He asked confused and daniel faked an offended gasp making him laugh.

“Ben look what I made!” Mikey showed him his picture of your family, you, him, Ben, Joey, Carl and Wayne and both your parents. “Wow! It’s amazing mikey” he smiled and mikey nodded in pride.

“Right now for my favourites….” You said sarcastically as you parked in the school car park and waited for your three brothers.

“Wayne hates me.” Daniel complained and you grinned

“He doesn’t hate you he just doesn’t trust you.” I corrected him and he rolled his eyes at me as he looked out the window to see Wayne there who was not happy…

Wayne glared at daniel as he walked to the car and opened the car door, he got in the car without a word. You was about to speak up when Carl and Joey got in the car too.

“So how was school?” You asked and Carl smirked “I got in a fight” he said and you shook your head.

“You can’t keep getting in fights Carl!” You said sternly “i didn’t start it!” He defended himself and you gave him raised an eyebrow at him and he looks at you honestly.

“Alright well apart from that then how was school?” You asked and he nodded “it was good.”

“What about you Joey? You and Sam okay?” I asked and I heard him sigh.

“I chickened out” joey said reluctantly when he saw you frown, “pussy” carl mumbled and Joey glared at him

“Shut up Carl” Joey yelled

Joey poked his tongue out at Carl causing a small fight. They began pushing each other “hey! don’t touch my drawing!” Mikey argued as he pushed himself into the corner of his car seat as far away from them as he could, Joey hit carl on the arm harder “Hey you little shit!” Carl yelled as he hit him back harder “No fighting in the car! You guys!” You shouted and they finally stopped after sticking out tongues again.

Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the drama all happening at once.

“So…” daniel said awkwardly

“Oh yeah! Here you go daniel I have those things you asked for-“ Carl said as he went to grab something from out his bag but Daniel stopped him in a panic.

You looked at him confused “what things?” You asked and Carl looked at you both not knowing what to do…does he open his bag or?-

“The pornos he wanted.” Carl rubbed the back of his neck and tucked in his lip trying to hide his grin when he saw Daniel face to bright pink.

“Is that it? I thought it was going to be weed or-“

“What’s weed?” Mikey asked and you paused “it’s uh- just a flower!” You said saving yourself.

“How do you know what weed is?” Carl asked smirking and you smirked back.

“From uncle Dom…how did you get those pornos?” You snapped back and he widened his eyes.

“Uh-“

“Exactly.” You smirked and daniel,Ben,Joey and mikey all laughed even Wayne.

“You got done!” Joey said dying of laughter.

“Shut up Joey!” Carl flipped him off and you rolled your eyes “no swearing at each other!”

“These drives are the highlight of my week” daniel chuckled and you shook your head laughing.

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Welcome home.

So guys, I used graphic pencils for the first time on one of my art assignments and now....

Just know that ur girl got it 💪🔥

Also dont mind his fuck ass shoes okay

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Imagine Daniel Desario trying to get you to admit to your feelings for him.

You stiffened as you felt Daniel put his head upon your shoulder. You could feel your cheeks starting to grow red as he nestled on in there, the smell of his cologne reaching your nose. It was musky, slightly spicy, and underneath that was the smell of laundry detergent, giving away that though he tried to appear all grungy, he really was well kept. “You don’t mind if I just rest here, do you?” He asked. You didn’t have to see his face in order to know that he was smirking, it was in his very voice. “N-no, it’s fine,” You said, and coughed into your hand to try to cover up the embarrassing stutter. Nick and Ken were chuckling behind you, and you adjusted yourself a little, breathing through your nose. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Daniel said, smugly. “You probably even like it, right? Me being all close to you like this?” You licked your lips nervously, keeping your eyes ahead of you. You were just hanging out outside of the school while you were supposed to be in gym class, deciding to skip it to hang out with your friends instead. You had an instant crush on Daniel since the moment that you met and he seemed to make it his life mission to get you to admit it. You hated how obvious you must have been. “Ha, you wish,” You said, though you didn’t sound the most sure of yourself. He laughed, and you could feel the slight shaking of his head, his hair tickling your neck. “Maybe I do,” He teased, further. “But I think you like it too.” He drawled out your last name, poking at your cheek. You shook your head to try to avoid it, and then decided to turn and give it a little bite instead. “And pigs will fly,” You concluded. Daniel seemed to give in for now, but you could still feel that damn smirk.

Requested by: Anonymous

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Y/N: Are you calling me irrational?

Y/N: Because I’ll tear your head off, Steve.

Y/N: I’ll tear it off and throw it over that fence.

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Miguel: I don't need anymore friends. I already have two... R/n and Lyla.

Peter B: Don't you mean three?~ *pointing at himself* 

Miguel, looks at him flatly: …No, I'm pretty sure I meant to say two.

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Until Midnight- Nick Andopolis x FEM! reader

Overture- Nick Andopolis (Freaks and Geeks) x waitress reader, during a long shift

CWs- Cutting school to work, reader wears a dress as part of her work uniform, smoking mention, mentions of fake IDs and sneaking into bars (No alcohol mention)

A/N- Halfway through the October writing challenge, and this is my first time writing for this character! I'm a little excited, please go easy on me

It was hour 2 of the dreaded 12 hour shift you had to do at least once a month. It was hell, but by the end of it you had enough to pay for your car insurance, so you had to. This month it couldn’t even fall on a weekend because you put it off so long, so you had to ditch school at lunch to put on the cheesy 50s style uniform and wait tables, practically begging for money along the way. 

You’d just finished with one of your tables when someone walked in and sat at the bar, right next to the cash register. 

“I’ll be with you in just one second!” You did your best to keep up the overly smiley customer service voice while you went to grab the coffee pot. You got through filling the mug at his seat and half of your little welcome speech before you actually looked at him. But you knew him. Sort of, anyway. He didn’t know you, but you’d had a major league crush on him for the better part of the school year. 

He went to your school too, and even though school was still going on, you weren’t all that surprised to see he wasn’t there. But finally realizing he was here threw off your whole little monologue. 

“Oh—um, sorry, what can I get for you today?” 

“I’m actually ok with coffee for now. Thank you.” You were just getting ready to walk off when he gestured to the small candy bowl at the register.

“Can I?” He continued pointing to it, until you laughed and told him ‘sure’. When you went to print out someone’s check about 15 minutes later, he was still sitting, but when he caught your eye he immediately perked up. He pointed back to the candy bowl, and quietly muttered another “can I?” You just moved the bowl closer to him. 

“Have as many as you want.” 

“So you go to McKinley right?” It hurt just a little bit that he didn’t even know your name, and it honestly killed your mood a little bit. 

“Yeah.” 

“You cut just to come to work?” He laughed, and even though it didn’t feel totally directed at you it still stung just a little. 

“You cut just to come to a terrible diner?” He was just about to say something back but the check you'd been waiting on finally printed and so with a smile, you had to get back to your other tables, you needed the money more than you needed to flirt on the job. Even though flirting would be way more fun. 

Another few hours passed and other than refilling his coffee, you didn’t really talk to Nick all that much, there were hardly any other tables, so you could hang out in the back, even though you wouldn’t make any money. 

 On the bright side, it was finally time for your 30 minute break, and you could get out of the ridiculous outfit long enough to do a little bit of homework in one of the booths before you had to finish your shift. You just had to let Nick, your only remaining customer, know that someone else would be his waitress for the next half hour in case he needed anything or wanted to go. You knew him just enough that you let yourself change first though, he was right at the counter anyway. 

“Hey, I’m heading out for my break. Is there anything I can get you before I go?”

“Oh, no” You couldn’t tell if he was just surprised about the change in outfit, or if he was checking you out just a little bit. You definitely had your hopes. 

“Ok, well the other servers are around if you need anything for the next half hour.”

“Ok” 

You sat in a booth to the far side of the restaurant, doing homework as best as you could, but every once in a while you’d catch Nick staring at you. It wasn’t hard, he’d fully turn around in his seat so he could see you. 

Once your break was over, you grabbed your uniform and changed back before heading back behind the counter. Grabbing the coffee pot to refill Nick's coffee for the 10th time since he got here.

“Everything still ok? Anything I can get for you right now?”

“No I’m good, how was—“ he cleared his throat and readjusted. He really was way too tall for that stool. “How was your break?” 

“Boring. But at least I could get out of this ridiculous outfit for a second.” And he laughed at you again. But this time it didn’t sting, it was nice. Like you guys were actually friends. And as soon as you looked towards the register, you saw he’d managed to completely empty the bowl of free candy since you’d been gone. So you made yourself useful as you refilled it from the giant box before pushing it back towards him. 

“What? I mean this is—this is great.” His over the top gesturing to your outfit made it clear he was kidding, and it actually got a solid laugh out of you. Then he turned the gesture to him actually just reaching for more candy from the bowl and you laughed even harder. 

“Thanks, yeah this whole situation is not ideal.” You gestured again to your own dress, trying to smooth out the wrinkled fabric. 

“So-um, so I was wondering— if you would want to do something when you get out of here?” 

“I’d like that.” 

“Cool.” His laughter became noticeably more relieved when you said yes. 

“I’m stuck here until midnight though.” As soon as you said it, he looked downcast, so you thought of something you could do together that late as quickly as possible. 

“But there’s this band playing at the rusty nail tonight, we could go if you want.” 

“I heard about that, but I don’t have a fake ID, aren’t they carding tonight?” 

“Oh me neither, they’re so expensive and they look terrible. But they leave the back door unlocked so the employees can go on their smoke breaks and stuff. We can just walk in that way.” 

“That’s so cool, I’ll come pick you up then?” 

“Yeah I’ll um. I’ll see you then.” He put a 10 on the table and you awkwardly waved goodbye, before he grabbed another handful of candy on his way out. 

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there is not enough freaks and geeks on content on tumblr 😭 would you consider writing for daniel and nick eventually? it can be whatever you like 😊

I Take it back

Full Masterlist Freaks and Geeks Masterlist

Pairing: Daniel Desario x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daniel gets drunk and accidentally snaps at you…

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, yelling (please tell me if I’ve missed any!!)

A/n : y’all I’m sorryyyy I haven’t posted- I’ve been busy!! but here’s something a little angst but fluffy for you 🙂‍↕️

(Thank you for the asks and requests, I really love getting them! And they encourage me to write 🧡 - I have a lot of Freaks and geeks drafts I have to finish and in the making)

You walked into Lindsey's house, where the party was supposed to be. If you was to be honest. You expected it to be shit. She seemed to much of a goody two shoes to have a party at her own house.

You stepped into the livingroom, the house filled with people from your school, dancing and drinking.

You were wearing a tight black dress, lace up the sides. You saw Daniel in the corner, drinking and chatting to Nick and Ken...and Lindsey.

You weren't a fan of her.

You sighed a little and reluctantly walked forward, heading to them. Daniel smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist "finally. Took ages as usual." He smirks against your hair, placing a kiss.

You roll your eyes, not able to help the small smile that spread your face. "Shut up. I had to do my makeup- and my hair, and-"

He cut you off with a peck to your lips "yeah yeah, you look beautiful. So it worked" he grins and kisses your lips again.

You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. Lindsey watched with a moody lip.

Lindsey had planned this whole party just for Daniel, thinking he wanted to take it further with her... despite how obvious yours and his relationship was.

But Lindsey was never told about it...until this point where she realised you two were definitely without a doubt. dating.

You was about to say something to her but she lets out a gasp, looking behind you. The others that were dancing and drinking were now throwing her parents belongings around for fun, almost breaking a vase.

She quickly rushes off to stop them.

Daniel gives an awkward smile to you. "You asked her for the party to be here, didn't you?" You ask him deadpanned.

Daniel gives a sheepish smile "maybe." He says and sips on his drink.

You roll your eyes and shake your head amused "I don't even have anything to say."

Daniel can't help his cheeky smile and puts his empty drink down. "Good. I ain't in trouble then-c'mon" he grins and pulls gently on your arm.

He drags you to the kitchen, getting you and him a bunch of drinks. He knew you was quite a lightweight

so didn't get you anything too strong.

You smiled "thank you babe." You sip your drink and look around, seeing some of your friends.

"No problem..ask me if you want a refill tho. Don't let anyone else do it" Daniel says protectively before letting you walk off to your friends.

You roll your eyes and nod, walking off "yeah yeah-like always."

He smirks lightly, his signature smile. Knowing your used to his protectiveness since he is...a lot.

About an hour or two goes by and...things were well...

Chaotic.

Lindsey was trying her best to stop people from destroying her house and her things. Whilst unfortunately for you...your friends had all left to go with a bunch of guys.

And Daniel was smacked out of his face drunk.

You sighed and watched him, he was yelling as he stood up onto the curtain pole, swinging like a madman.

Nick and Ken were cheering him on. Leaving you to give them stern looks. "Guys what the hell?"

Nick gives a small nervous chuckle "c'mon-it's funny."

You give him an unamused look "you'rere both supposed to help me stop him- not egg him on."

You huff but thankfully Nick and Ken try to help you get Daniel down.

"Babe!- Danny! Get down" you shout over the noise of the people around you who were cheering him on.

Daniel looks down at you and Nick and Ken. His eyes dazed and his damn smirk on his face. He downs his drink and throws it wherever.

"Babe- watch me-" Daniel says as he swings on the curtain pole. You roll your eyes and pull him down carefully "Daniel- you asshole. Get down" you say and he instantly leans on you as you pull him down.

The alcohol catching up with him. The energy dying down. He Leans against you "mh- I was gonna do something totally cool" he mumbled slurred

You roll your eyes and can't help your smile, helping him walk to the kitchen "oh hush..you should be thankful."

Daniel instantly reaches for another beer from the table but you stop him, grabbing his wrist. "No- no more-you can't even walk." You huff

But Daniel's emotions change, the alcohol making his head spin. "Fuck off- I can do what I want."

Nick and Ken's eyes widen as they were watching.

Nick looks to Ken "d-did he just?"

Ken nods "he just said that to y/n." Ken says in disbelief.

But most importantly, you were in disbelief. You stood there and scoffed "what'd you say?"

Daniel slurs his words "I said fuck off. Fuck. Off."

You look at him, growing mad. You knew it was the alcohol but it still hurt.

Daniel gives an asshole smirk "what? Ya gonna cry Go home. You're ruining the party babe." He taunts

You narrow your eyes "no. I'm not gonna cry- and if you didn't want me here you should've said!" You yell and throw your arms about.

Daniel glares and slams his hand down on the counter, snapping "fine! I don't want you here! Go tucking home! To your shitty parents!"

You flinch when he slams his hand down, tears in your eyes but you stop them from falling. burying your emotions down until you get home. "Fine. Fuck you." You say, putting your hard face on and walking off angrily.

Nick and Ken watched with dropped jaws. I mean sure they were used to you two having arguments over stupid things but...Daniel's never snapped at you like that.

You slam the door as you leave the party, walking home on your own, tears slipping but you wipe them away. Not wanting to let his words affect you. Even though you can't believe he said those things. Drunk or not. You was mad.

Nick and Ken go to Daniel, who was leaning against the counter for support, unable to hold himself up.

Ken scoffs a little "what the hell was that man?" He says to Daniel, his voice rising a little.

Daniel grumbles "what?"

Nick scoffs "that!"

Ken nods "yeah- you just literally told y/n to fuck off!-and a bunch of other shit."

Daniel grumbles drunkly, not processing anything they're saying "what? Who?"

Ken rolls his eyes "Jesus Christ."

Nick holds his hand up "dibs not taking him home."

Ken gives him a mad look "what?! That's not fair!"

Nick smirks and shrugs "is too."

Ken huffs and grumbles, reluctantly grabbing Daniel, helping him out to his car outside.

Daniel slurs with half lidded eyes "I hate my life."

Ken rolls his eyes as he sucks in a breath, trying to hold Daniel up and walk him to the car. "Too bad. Mines great" Ken grumbles sarcastically

Ken manages to get Daniel in the car and drive him back to his house. And unfortunately for Ken, Daniel threw up all over his car seats. That’s he now definitely has to clean once he gets back.

The next day rolls round and Daniel woke up with the most pounding head ache. He groans into his pillow, burying his face into it. Internally dying inside from his hangover.

His mum opens his door “Daniel! Get up for school” she says as she steps in his messy room, seeing him sprawled out on his bed, his face buried in his pillow.

Daniel groans “ma, go away.”

His mum rolls her eyes “you’ve got five minutes. Get up.” She says before shutting his bedroom door.

Daniel let’s put a grumble and groan before reluctantly sitting up, rubbing his hand over his face.

He groans internally as he hears his mum calling to him again “I’m awake ma! Jesus-“ he huffs, his head pounding.

He reluctantly gets up and gets dressed, grabbing his bag and phone before heading off for school. His hair messy and scruffy, he looked awful. Hot, but awful.

Daniel arrived to school, heading to your locker but you weren’t there, he figured you must be running late like usual.

Then he spots ken and Nick by their lockers. He grumbles and walks towards them, already dreading their voices joined with his pounding headache.

Ken smirks lightly “oooh…here comes sunshine.”

Daniel rolls his eyes and groans “shut up.”, he says rubbing his temples.

“not a way to talk to the one who helped you home last night- oh! And cleaning up your sick.” Ken gives with a fake smile

Daniel groans “…sorry dude.”

Ken shrugs and grabs his bag from his locker “nah it’s all good. Yknow. Those hours I spent scrubbing my car seats. It was so fun.” Ken says sarcastically

Daniel gives a small sigh and rubs his temples “i said I’m sorry. Now can ya stop talking- my head killing me.”

Ken rolls his eyes and looks to Nick.

Nick scoffs a little “yeah- well your head will be hurting a lot more when ya talk with y/n.”

Ken nods to Daniel, only remembering now himself.

Daniel tilts his head, his eyes opening instantly at the mention of your name. “What about y/n?”

Nick shared a look with Ken.

Daniel feels uneasy and groans “guys- tell me! Was it something I did-…?” Daniel asks reluctantly

Ken nods and sucks in a breath.

Daniel groans internally and covers his face “what’d I do.” He says mumbled by his hands.

Ken sighs “…ya kinda told her to fuck off.”

Daniel’s hands rip from his face and looks at Ken in shock “I said that-?”

Ken nods and clears his throat “yeah…it gets worse. Ya also told her ‘she ruined the party’ and…oh! ‘To go home back to her shitty parents.’” Ken quoted with a sarcastic smirk.

Daniel’s face falls as he listens to what he did, not remembering any of it or meant to say any of it. He didn’t mean any of it. “Fuck…”

Ken nods and shrugs “sorry dude. You gotta deal with her- I got class”

Daniel huffs and nods, grabbing his phone to text you immediately. Mugging off class, the least of his worries.

He was already concerned because you didn’t show up to school. So you must be upset or very very mad at him right now.

Daniel typed out message after message, deleting and rewriting them, not knowing if it’ll make you more mad or not since he doesn’t even remember what he did or said.

He typed out after a lot of thought a quick and simple ‘I’m coming over to yours. I gotta talk to you in person.” He typed and hits send. Walking out of school and to his car to drive to yours.

He checks the message, he can see you’ve read it but left him on read.

He sighs and taps the steering wheel, speeding up to your house. He quickly parks the car and hops out. Opening your back door which Is always open.

“Babe- y/n-? Where are you” he says as he looks around for you, but then goes quiet as he sees you in your bed, facing the wall. A box of tissues on your bed side table.

“….baby” Daniel says sadly, he felt so bad. He has said this before to you, he’s never felt this way about anyone before..especially not a girl before. He loves you. And he knows it.

He softens and walks to your bed, but stops when he hears your sniffles and quiet voice “g-go away”

Daniel feels his heart actually break. He reaches out to your arm, placing his hand on your arm and sitting on your bed next to you “no…I wanna talk to you.”

You sniffle, wiping your tears and keeping your face to the wall, you was so mad but still upset at him. His words did hurt you.

“I- I don’t wanna talk..” you sniffle out

Daniel sighs softly and rubs your arm “well I do. So scoot over.” He says, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You keep quiet and reluctantly scoot further to the wall, your silence was normal, whenever you and Daniel argued, you would use silent treatment. And God damn did it work.

Daniel sighs softly as he scoots closer to you moving to spook you from behind, his arm wrapping round your waist to your stomach. “baby…please talk to me..c’mon.?” He says quietly to you

You sniffle lightly and keep quiet

Daniel sighs and places soft kisses to your shoulder “m’sorry…I dont even remember what I did..or what I said- but whatever I said- I didn’t mean it- I swear-“ he rambles, somewhat talking to himself as you don’t respond and keep quiet, listening.

Daniel rambles “i love you and would never mean whatever I said, I take it back…i take it all back.”

“and if I’m being honest I think I probably was so drunk I thought you was that bitch Amy from our maths class…god she’s annoying-“ Daniel grumbles making you sniffle a small laugh.

You did know how much he hated Amy.

Daniel smiled wide when he heard you laugh a little “…I can’t help it- yknow I hate her.”

You sniffle a small laugh but then sigh “why would you think I was her?”

Daniel sighs “cus she was at the party, i saw her when I first got there. She had her annoying pink bow on her hair” he grumbles

You grin a little “barrette” you correct him jokingly.

Since Amy would always correct anyone who called it a bow.

Daniel chuckles a groan “whatever it fuckin is.”

You smile a little but still have small sniffles.

Daniel frowns a little and moves your hair from your neck, placing soft kisses “please turn around…”

You reluctantly turn around silently, facing him.

Your eyes were puffy from crying, eyes red and your nose sniffling. He felt so bad.

Daniel softens and cups your face, kiss in your nose “there’s that pretty face.”

You sniffle “I look awful.”

Daniel kisses you forehead “you look beautiful…even after crying.”

Daniel frowns a little “…I am sorry for last night….you know that right?..I didn’t mean any of it?”

You nod a little and snuggle into his chest, him instantly wrapping his arms around you.

“I know…it’s just hard…cus too me you looked like you meant it..”

Daniel nods a little “I know- I know….i’m sorry..I didn’t mean it- I’d never think that about you. You’re amazing and pretty- and I don’t even how I pulled you.” He says with his smile.

“And I don’t know why I said that about your parents? Your dad is the fuckin best.” Daniel grins and you giggle a little. Knowing Daniel did love your dad.

“Mhm…he is amazing.” You nod softly against his chest, shutting your puffy eyes.

Daniel nods and plays with your hair “mhm” he bums

You stay like that for awhile until Daniel speaks up again.

“Yknow I’m sorry though right?”

You smile with shut eyes “yes. I know…now shut up. It’s in the past.”

Daniel nods and quickly shuts up, just playing with your hair and mumbling soft things like “I love you, I love your hair and your smile…”

Eventually you fall asleep on his chest, comfortable and content. But then Daniel gets a message from Ken.

‘She killed u get?’

Daniel rolls his eyes and texts back

‘shut up…and no.’

[angelofthenight]

You, sobbing: My life sucks!

Charlie, softly: No it doesn’t

You: My parents hate me! I don’t have any friends! You’re like my only friend, Charlie. And you’re a total loser! No offense

Charlie:

[sunshinesickies]

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well! I’ve been so crazy busy lately but I’m hoping to do some writing soon so if anyone has some sickfic blurb prompts that you want to send in I’ll try my best to get to them soon! 🫶

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welcome to my page !

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[pileofmush]

purple goldfish

: ̗̀➛ You’re just a girl, but you know a thing or two about love: That’s how you know Okkotsu and Rika won’t last.

scenario : ̗̀➛ childhood friends au w/ okkotsu yuuta

info : ̗̀➛ tags: fem!reader (called a girl), rika has a presence here, a lil morbid & offputting but still cute at times i swear >.< // cw: non-linear narrative, canon-typical horror, proceed w/ caution // wc: 4.8k

thoughts : ̗̀➛ in honor of yuuta's return!! the tags make this seem scarier than it rlly is. she's cute! she's fun :3 + also crossposted on my ao3

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You’re just a girl when you learn what love is. 

It’s the tiny brown snail that fits in the center of your palm. The smiley face a friend draws in the corner of your sketchbook. The bunny-shaped cloud you spot in the sky. The lunch bag thrust in your arms before you walk to school.

That’s how you’re sure. 

What Okkotsu and Rika have— it’s love. 

In a way.

A cloying, bundle-under-the-covers-like-puppies kinda love. Bubblegum sweet. …But not long-lasting. Hubba Bubba love. It’ll dull on your tongue after a few chews. 

You’d never tell them that, though. Rika’d probably push you down the stairs if you did. Best not poke the hornet’s nest on a whim. They’ll grow out of this phase, you’re sure. You’re all just kids, after all.

Whatever happens, as long as Okkotsu and Rika are happy, you’re happy.

(You’re just a girl when you learn that little girls can die, too.)

“Hey.” 

No sign. Nothing. Not even the wind whistles.

“I painted my nails for you. Not purple, though. I know you’d hate that.”

She would.

Orimoto Rika hates a lot of things. You know this about her because she tells you just about everything she’s feeling. And a lot, if not most of what she communicates, is some sort of contempt. She hates math, bugs, feet. The color orange, bad breath, and most of her female classmates. She hates being the center of attention. She hates not being the center of attention. She hates her teacher, and her grandmother, and you’re pretty sure her deceased parents, too.

You don’t mind the complaints. You hate things as well. Like, crooked lines. Asymmetrical haircuts. Extra loud noises. Bears. Odd numbers. And that’s pretty much it. You keep them all on a list so that you won’t forget.

Rika calls you strange, but you take it as a compliment. 

Though, if anyone is to be assigned the title strange, it’s Rika, who hates and hates and hates with nothing less than a picture-perfect smile.

She’s a complicated girl. The most complex one you’ve ever met. 

Maybe that’s why you like her so much. 

The first time you meet Okkotsu Yuuta, he finds you crying on the floor of an empty classroom. He squeaks, pulling your attention from the linoleum tile to the doorway, where he hovers about awkwardly.

You wipe your eyes and glare at him, bracing yourself for the load of teasing you’re in for. Surely he’ll call his friends so that the entire student body can come laugh at your pathetic display. But the laughter doesn’t come. He stumbles over to you on weak knees—like that baby deer Bambi from your favorite movie Bambi—and sits beside you.

“You’re in my class, right?” 

You shrug. Wipe away another stray tear. You’re in 1-B, but truthfully, you have no clue who is or is not in your class. He doesn’t seem familiar to you. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, a glow of youth coloring his round cheeks red. He’s wearing a baby blue tee with a triceratops on it and a mild smile.

No, you can’t say you’ve noticed him before this encounter. You’re still new—have yet to get your bearings. Everything’s different over here. The local convenience store doesn’t sell the brand of chips you like. Lunch starts at a different time. The school playground’s smaller here. 

It’s just. Off. Everything’s off, and you don’t— you can’t—

“Don’t cry, it’s okay,” the boy says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts. A fresh set of tears laps against your waterline. Instead of casting judgment, his tone is quite gentle when he asks, “What’s wrong?” 

Nothing is wrong. You’re what’s wrong. 

He notices your hesitance and supplies you with another smile. “I’m Okkotsu Yuuta,” he says. He’s missing a bottom tooth. “You’re the new girl, right?”

Relatively. You give a slow nod, still not certain about this strange kid’s motivations. What does he want? He does know that you’re both currently missing class, right? Someone will come looking for you any minute. You could get in trouble. He doesn’t act like it though. He’s gotten comfortable, cozying up next to you on the floor.

He looks at you, really looks at you, with sad puppy eyes. 

“You’re lonely, right?” 

The question knocks the breath from your lungs. Yes, you whisper. Very.

This girl doesn’t like you much. She waited at the school gates for Okkotsu, not you, so you understand why her body stiffens when she spots you; why she takes a step back. But then Okkotsu trudges forward, and so do you, as he’s tugging on your left hand. 

The girl’s big brown eyes narrow at your connected hands, her smile unnaturally large. You pull your hand from Okkotsu’s sweaty grasp, his gaze ping-ponging between you and the girl. A hopeful bundle of nerves. Be our friend, his eyes sing. 

You don’t… You don’t want to let him down. 

“Yuuta, who’s this?” The girl asks. You cut yourself on the edge of her voice: all blade, drenched in honey. 

Okkotsu opens his mouth to speak, but you have a feeling he’ll say the wrong thing. So you quickly tell her your name, that you’re seven, and new. “Please take care of me,” you say. Then you bow. She seems like the type to like that.

She does. She blinks a few times; the tension in her body relaxes. She’s very pretty, like that. Her hair flows behind her back like water. Her skin is unblemished, save for the tiny mark beside her mouth. Pretty, indeed. You tell her so. She preens, just like you expect her to.

You don’t expect it to affect you, but when she steps up to you, lashes fluttering, and clasps your hands together, you melt. Even you have a weakness for pretty girls, you suppose.

“I’m Orimoto Rika. You can call me Rika.” 

Okkotsu sighs in relief, mirth dancing in his eyes.

You smile.

It’s not supposed to be like this. You stare, hands clenched into fists. Something sharp pierces your palms—your nails. It doesn’t matter. What’s one drop of blood to the liters pooling around… around…

You tug on the scarf wrapped around your neck. A slowly tightening noose.

Okkotsu trembles to your right. You hear him whimper her name. His knees shake. You wonder if he’ll collapse, right next to her. The body. 

He doesn’t. 

You’re glad. It would ruin the yellow hoodie you got him. For his birthday. 

Oh God, it’s his birthday.

Okkotsu and Rika are genuinely a joy to be around, you come to find. They take turns pushing you on the swings, and don’t pressure you to spin on the merry-go-round, because they know you get dizzy. They include you in their conversations and go out of their way to make you smile.

Whenever lunch comes, Okkotsu pulls a chair up to your desk so that you can eat together. He slides his snacks over; you peel his oranges for him. Sometimes you talk about cartoons, sometimes you help him with his homework, and sometimes he watches you draw. Other times, he tears a sheet of paper out of his notebook, and you two play games like hang-man, or tic-tac-toe. He rarely wins, but he never gets angry.

He also possesses the uncanny ability to know whenever you need a distraction: quick to ask you a question he already knows the answer to, or to start humming a tune under his breath, or to offer you a flower he plucked from outside. 

For example:

You’re staring at the mystery novel in your lap, swinging your feet back and forth on the bench you’re cooling down on, to little relief. Sweat clings to your skin as you open-mouth pant like a weak little dog. 

It’s summer break, and you, Okkotsu, and Rika met up today at the usual park you guys frequent. Full of neat contraptions and primary colors. Hot reds, electric blues, and canary yellows—making up the joyful, color-clashing nightmare you know all play parks to be. Your friends are somewhere by the sandpit, making a tower with the sand castle molds Okkotsu brought from home. You’d join them, but you’re tired, and don’t feel like getting sand in your hair.

There’s a ton of kids here, with small, grabby hands and gleeful screams and piercing wails whenever one falls and gets a boo-boo. Whistles and bells fill the hot summer air, along with the nonstop drone of the cicadas, croaking their little cicada song. 

Your eyes are trained on the tiny print of your novel, but your brain can’t process the words, so you’re stuck rereading the same paragraph over and over and over. It’s the heat, undoubtedly. Melting your brain into goo. You clutch the paperback and squint, fingers careful not to bend the spine.

A call of your name has you looking up from the text. Okkotsu fills your vision, standing right in front of you—you don’t know how you missed him. “What’s up?” you ask, slotting a bookmark into your book and closing it shut.

He shuffles his feet. His face is flushed red from the sun. “Here,” he says, bringing his arm from behind his back. He’s holding something out to you, you realize after a beat. Your gaze follows the length of his arm to find a tiny little dandelion drooping in his fist. Canary yellow. “I got this for you.”

The first time he pulled this little trick, you stared at him for a solid minute. But this isn’t the first time, so you simply smile. “Thanks, Okkotsu,” you say, opening your palm so he can drop the flower. Somehow, as usual, he knew exactly what you needed.

But he hesitates: his expression wavers until it steels with an emotion you can’t identify. “C-Can I?” 

You blink once, twice. “Can you…?”

Okkotsu stumbles forward, almost falling into your lap, but he steadies himself on your thighs. The harsh chemical scent of sunscreen washes over you, sizzling your nose hairs. You go rigid, as stiff as the park bench digging into your skin, but he presses on, leaning over your shoulder until you feel something small get tucked behind your left ear. “There,” he hums, backing up a bit to admire his work. Admire you. 

Your brain must really be melting. “What,” you stammer out, “What the—”

“Now it’s where it belongs.” There’s a silly little grin on his face. He’s proud of himself. You tell him so. 

“You look nice,” he explains. “Pretty.” 

Moths stir to life in your stomach. You look... He thinks you look pretty?

Okkotsu shakes his head in dismay—like you’re the one not making sense—then talks reallll slow. “Of course you do,” he enunciates, reading your mind. He turns away from the bench, towards the sandpit, where Rika sits on her knees, sculpting a tower. “Now, are you done reading yet? We wanna show you our castle. It’s got a moat, with—with crocodiles! And…”

Without waiting for an answer, he catches your hand and drags you to the sandbox. 

What you don’t tell him is that you keep all the flowers—weeds, really—that he gifts you. Press them in between the pages of a heavyset book and frame them on your bedroom wall, so that when you pass by it, you feel— 

Well, loved.

You’re lucky, you hear someone say as they usher you towards a curb. You let them, because you probably couldn’t make it there on your own. They encourage you to sit, but bending your knees is a no-go. 

You need to stand. 

Lucky, they said. Because you didn’t see it. The collision. 

But you heard it. 

The screech of burning rubber. The snap of child bones. Rika’s last few gasps for air— gargling on her own blood.

Ah, that’s just your overactive imagination at play. All you really heard was an innocuous thud, as your friend’s body hit the ground. After that, you heard nothing.

Nothing at all.

So. Guess you are lucky.

Your friendship with Rika is a lot different than your friendship with Okkotsu. She treats you differently than she treats him.

Well, yeah. Because she likes him, sure. But… it’s almost like… She drops her mask a little when she’s just with you. Or maybe… She just puts on a different one. It’s hard to say. 

“What do you think of this color?” 

Rika hangs off the side of your bed, her long black hair tickling the fibers of your carpet, and she’s holding up a bottle of nail polish to the ceiling light. You look up from the movie collection you’re sifting through, at the polish in question, and squint.

It’s a deep, dark purple, glimmering like a Christmas ornament under the light. 

It’s your first ever sleepover—Rika’s grandma finally gave in to her after, like, a year of complaining— and you think it’s going well. The two of you are doing classic, girly things. Like, painting nails. Rika’ll have to wipe it off before she goes back home, but that won't stop her from painting them now.

“It’s cute. You should pick that one,” you hum, turning back to the stack of DVDs in your hand. Godzilla, Cars, Cars 2, Cars 3… Or maybe she would be down to watch Bambi?

“Do you think Yuuta would like it?” She asks, breaking your contemplation. You turn to face her. She’s asking genuinely—a rarity—picking at the fuzz on her celestial pajamas. A wrinkle’s wormed its way between her brows. 

You shuffle to her side from the floor, dragging your knees up the carpet length to press a thumb between her temples, squashing the worm. She peers at you with curiosity, still upside down. It’s a wonder all the blood hasn’t rushed to her head. But that’s not the point. The point is—

“Of course he’d like it,” you say, flicking her in the forehead. “You know that. Okkotsu’d like you in a fat suit.”

It’s the weight behind your words that stops her from retaliating, jaw going slack as she considers you. Eventually, she nods, smile curving like the Cheshire Cat stuffy perched on your bed.

“He would, wouldn’t he?”

You go back to your DVDs, grip on the plastic covers a little tight. He would.

Rika becomes something like an older sister to you. Only a year and a half older than you, but with the way she’s got you tucked under her wing, you’d think she was much older. You don’t mind though. That’s just Rika. 

And Rika’s Rika. She wants what she wants. Maybe even the whole world. She could probably get that, too. Pretty girls always do. She says that a lot. And it must be true, because she wants Yuuta, and Yuuta wants her too. 

More than anything, you know she wants to be loved. That’s why you’re not surprised when she pulls you aside one day and shows you the ring she stole from her grandmother’s dresser drawer. Her late mother’s. To propose to Okkotsu, she says, for when they get older. So they’ll be together forever.

Of course, you respond. Toss her a closed-mouthed smile. Kids are allowed to dream.

And really, they do seem to be in love. Rika shared her umbrella with him the other day—when it rained and he forgot to bring his own for the walk to school. And he huddled up real close, gray-black eyes sparkling like a raindrop catching the sun.

Love is all around you. 

And you’re content with that. You love and are loved. You will love and will be loved— you’re certain of this, at the ripe age of nine.

(You wonder if love dies when the body does.)

Rika dies on the cusp of spring, a few weeks before the flowers start blooming.

Things aren’t the same after that. 

Well.

In actuality, not much has changed. Life moves on. You don’t think the kids at school liked Rika very much, in retrospect. Not even the adults. They hardly seem torn up about it. 

Your parents do get overprotective, though. They drive you to school for a month. Hire someone to pick you up when the bell rings. Which is stupid. It’s not like Rika was killed on the walk to school. 

She was killed outside a playground. 

There’s a difference.

Okkotsu becomes withdrawn, which confuses you. He seems terrified of his own shadow, nowadays. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense. The last time you spoke to him was during the funeral, and he barely uttered a few words, then.

Your ma says to give it time. You’re both grieving.

Is that what this is? 

Mourning?

The walk to her grave is long. The soles of your shoes sink into the ground. It rained last night, which makes it harder to walk, which makes this trip harder than it has to be. Your shoes are getting dirty. They’ll be crusted with mud, after this. But it’s alright. These shoes are old.

There’s fresh flowers on her grave: bright yellow stars with mandarin orange bells bursting out the center. Daffodils, you’re pretty sure. You place a bouquet of kingyosou beside them. Goldfish grass. The person at the flower shop advised against the particular flower for a grave—something about its underlying meaning—but they were in the most pretty shade of purple, so. 

You take a seat beside the mound of dirt, fingers twisting in the grass. The cuts on your palms have healed.

“Hey.” 

No sign. Nothing. Not even the wind whistles.

“I painted my nails for you. Not purple, though. I know you’d hate that.”

She would. Rika could be very possessive. Especially over her Okkotsu. 

Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding you, now. To not disturb her memory.

But dead girls can’t get jealous.

By the time you finish talking, the sun has set. You look at the grave one last time. There stands a tombstone with a lackluster message and a flattened mound of dirt. Underneath lies one of your only friends. The other hides from his own shadow.

Your dad hovers nearby, ready to go. But you linger. Eyes bore into the ground, searching for something that will make all of this worth it. 

Violet goldfish swim next to yellow stars, amidst a sea of green. 

But no sign from Rika.

You spin on your heel, hands shoved into your pockets. This was not very helpful. You’re not sure you’re mourning correctly. 

 At least the flowers were pretty. 

Today is not a good day. 

It’s raining. It’s raining, and there is no forgetful Yuuta to squeeze underneath Rika’s polka-dot umbrella while you lead the way home, tip-toeing over puddles. There is no Rika. And there is no Okkotsu. And everything, everything—

You wring your hands, desperate to relieve some tension. 

The school day is over. Kids trickle out of the classroom like water down a drain, as if pulled by some gravitational current. The desire to go home. 

And yet, you stay. Your feet tap the floor, underneath your desk. Raindrops splatter against the window beside you, like—

Like blood. 

Something sour curdles in your stomach. 

You slide out of your chair, make your way to your cubby, but with each step you take, the cubby seems to get further away. But, that’s not right. That defies all logic. You can make it. Okay? You can. Just. One step. 

There. See? Go ahead now. Take another. 

Another. 

Another. 

Somewhere in between five steps and a hundred, your legs stop functioning as they should. Your knees bend inward, and you collapse. 

This… This is pathetic.

Your palms sting as you quietly nurse your hurt. There’s this yawning void in you, sucking and pulling, expanding and collapsing and threatening to take everything with it. This is it. This is your moment. The break-down your parents have been tip-toeing around long before Rika kicked the bucket. A decade’s-long culmination of confusion, of derision, of just barely making the cut pretending to be a happy, wholesome, totally normal child.

You should cry. You want to cry. You blink furiously, waiting for the tears to come. But they don’t come. Why can’t you do anything right?

A soft call of your name startles you into clarity, everything sharpening as your gaze zeros on the trembling frame of a slim boy. And it’s Okkotsu Yuuta. Of course it is. Always walking in on your most vulnerable moments. 

And he’s drenched. Of course he is. Pale as a sheet. Mud-speckled jeans dripping sludge onto pristine white tile. An absolute mess, but then again, so are you. “Are you okay?” he ventures. 

He’s different. It’s obvious. He’s lost a bit of weight, and his complexion is almost sickly. But there’s something else about him that. That’s off. Something you can’t pin down.

You look him up and down, still, despite the staticky beat of your heart. Now’s the time to say something profound.

You point at the ground. “Your shoes are untied.”

Okkotsu looks at you, really looks at you—in that foreboding way he sometimes does—and breaks into a smile. It’s not his usual smile: it’s heavy. There’s a myriad of emotions behind his stupid little smile. Grief; joy; longing; relief.

You burst into tears. 

This—it’s too much. You’d rather he have just left you here to wallow in your own self-pity. What’s the difference? He’s quite good at it: leaving you. 

But he’s curling around your shoulders and rocking you back and forth and it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s here, finally, cold and wet and trying his hardest to burrow into your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he cries, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he pleads for you to forgive him. He smells like wet earth. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, over and over, so that you’ll never forget it; so that it’s sewn into your skin. “I’m sorry.” He’s babbling now, begging for salvation.

Once you feel the Presence enter the classroom, you understand why he’s apologizing. Understand why he’s avoided you so fiercely, until now. 

Your freeze. Every nerve in your body tinged with all-encompassing dread. Not fear, but dread. It’s thick. Intoxicating. Okkotsu’s getting heavy above you, muttering frantic words that you cannot hear. He knew this would happen. Knew She would appear.

She’s the most wicked thing you’ve ever seen, heard, dreamed. A writhing, hulking… form. And you know. Deep down in your belly. 

Rika’s the last thing you’ll ever see. 

She’s long. Muscular and skeletal, with long, finger-like claws and thick, bulging muscles. Pulsing, organ-like tubes extend from her head to her back. And a solemn, inky purple oozes out of her torso. Rika.

Her whole body’s quivering: but with what? Rage? Excitement? Will she enjoy tearing you apart? With her large gaping maw? And her long pointed teeth? 

Will she enjoy tearing you limb for limb? Or sinking her teeth into your flesh?

Maybe she’ll lap at your puddling blood like a dog in a stream. Or maybe she’ll just swallow you whole. It’d be less messy, that way.

Yuuta’s still cradling you. His tremors run through you—so, in a way, you are shaking. That’s something. Little girls who are about to die should probably be shaking. 

“Yuuta,” you say plainly. His name is sweet on your tongue, but he reeks of death. Thoughtlessly, your hand slides to the floor, seeking his, and he accepts it, flipping yours over to clutch it in a death grip. Your thumb swipes over his, back and forth, as she approaches. “It’s not your fault.”

It’s no one’s, really.

Sometimes little girls just die.

Yuuta’s grip tightens impossibly. “You’re not gonna die,” he tells you. “I won’t let you.”

She’s close, now. Still buzzing with the unidentifiable emotion. If she can even feel things like emotions.

You eye the clock hanging above the chalkboard. It’s a quarter past three. “Right.” The urge to cry’s come back in full force. “I don’t—I don’t wanna die,” you admit.

You won’t, he promises. You know he means it. He probably plans on jumping in front of you at the last second like an idiot. 

 But this.

This isn’t fair.

You detangle your limbs from Yuuta and rise from the floor on unsteady legs, ignoring your friend’s protests. He’s obviously in over his head on how to deal with his murderous, undead ex-girlfriend. But you’ve always understood her in ways he didn’t. You’ve got to come through. 

“Rika.”

She’s looming over you now. Her jaw’s unhinged even farther, flecks of spittle flying from her mouth and landing on your cheek. You breathe in through your nose. It’s Rika. Just Rika. You two are just girls, sitting atop your bed, discussing your favorite movies and insecurities and all the things she’ll never get to do when she grows up. She’s holding a bottle of polish to the light, lips curved in a coy smile.

“Purple suits you,” you say, looking at her tail. “I’ll… I’ll paint your nails. Later. To match.“

It’s stupid.

It works.

She stops. Snarls, and reaches a hand toward you. You don’t flinch; stand eerily still as she drags a sharp claw down your cheek. 

And you look good in red—is what she’s thinking. You know this, because you know her, and you loved her and… Maybe she loved you too.

Then she leaves.

Yuuta barrels into you: checking your hands, your arms, your face. You stiffen under his touch, overwhelmed with this casual intimacy that’s quickly developing between the two of you. But he’s on a mission, brushing your hair out of your face and fluttering his hands over your neck and your brain has gone mute. He pauses. The pad of his thumb hovers over your cheek as he swallows. When he lifts his thumb to examine it, it’s stamped with your blood. 

His pupils are blown out, and his irises have darkened from gray-black to just black, so his eyes are practically two black holes. They flicker from his thumb to you before he lifts it slowly to his… to his— 

You smack his hand off its path. “You’re… you’re crazy,” you marvel. You’re both in shock. That’s why he just—

He catches your wrist easily, shooting back an even easier retort. “And? So are you,” he says, tugging on your wrist. Pulls you into him, pulls on the thread of your being and unspools you—like he’s a black hole himself, and you can’t—you can’t deny him when he brushes his thumb underneath your eye and brings it to his mouth. You let out a watery laugh.

It’s a wonder Rika hasn’t come back to kill you.

But she hasn’t and you’re still here, and so is he, and his black hole eyes are boring into yours, waiting, waiting for a response.

“She’s attached to you, you know,” you say.

He swallows again. Mournfully; a sinner, seeking forgiveness from God. “That’s why I…” 

“Why you ran away.” 

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“Where do we go from here?” 

His hand slips into yours. It’s becoming uncomfortably easy for him to do that. 

“Wherever you go, I go.”

There he goes again, silly boy, casually making oaths to any girl who’s nice to him.

It’s gonna get him killed someday. 

Because love kills. 

You know this, at the ripe age of nine. 

(But, love also saves. So. It all balances out.)

Yuuta softens, gradually, in your hold. He unspools himself from you and returns with your backpack and coat in his arms. Holds the arms of the coat out and helps you slide in. Grabs your hand again and leads you outside, into the rain. 

Neither of you have an umbrella. But that’s okay. 

The pitter-patter of the rain is deafening. Can’t even hear yourself think. But Yuuta is patient with you. He guides you gently over the puddles, intimately aware of your fastidiousness.

It’s okay, you think, as you step over muck.

Things are okay.

Yuuta still smells of wet earth, and still reeks of death, and still reminds you of flowers. But that’s okay, too. 

You wipe your face with your free hand, sticky with dried tears and demon drool and blood, and let the rain wash over you.  

So, yes. 

You know what love is:

It’s cold clammy hands curled around your little fist. It’s a raincoat buttoned all the way up for you when your stubby fingers fumble on the clasps. It’s a pale little boy with eyes that suck in all the light in the world. 

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[webbluvrsugar]

you asked for requests and you shall recieve my baby!

i’m obsessed with the idea of ethan x popular!bimbo! reader. she’s always dressed to the nines, loves pink, smells so sweet and he’s just so obsessed with her

a/n: omg!!! yesyesyes, Ethan would sooooo freak out with a bimbo r!! and also ty so much, saved my life T-T

Ethan Landry and his pretty bimbo girlfriend!

Ethan never truly understood what he did to deserve you.

Seriously, he just didn't get it.

He was only a nerd, a geek obsessed with horror movies, a mundane overshadowed guy — if you don't count the massive killing he does at night — he's just a normal person, some would even say boring.

And you... you're everything. You're popular, always circled by a big group of friends, always wearing pretty pink little outfits, always wearing large heels that sometimes get you taller than him, and honestly, he doesn't mind it, he stands proudly next to you when you're walking with him, likes it when your hair flies all over his face and he can scent the mix of sweets you put on as perfume today, likes to identify if you're wearing strawberry or passionfruit - but sometimes, he can tell which one by your outfits.

Plus, he's a good boyfriend, he doesn't think he's all that but you always tell him so when honestly he's just doing the bare minimum to keep a girl like you. He holds your hair out of the way when you're eating so it doesn't get stuck in your gloss, he holds your hand when going up the stairs so you don't fall, he makes sure your makeup is removed after you've had too many drinks so you don't complain the next day, and truthfully, he likes this lifestyle.

How couldn't he? He's obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the cheerful smiles, the pink lipstick stains on his neck, the way you laugh, the way you bounce on him and make his eyes roll back like he's the best dick you've ever had, the way you leave rings of lipstick on the base of his cock, the way you kiss him in front of everyone just to make him blush.

But especially, he likes it when you're a brat, when you cry and shout and act pissed at him, just for the pleasure of pinning you on those sheets, pulling your hair and give you what you've been wanting all day.

"If — if you wanted dick, y´could´ve said so," he grinds into you slowly, the same loving way he shows you affection off bed. "No need to be a bitch." he grunts, pace quickening as he shoves your head down on the sheets.

"I'll always give you what you need, hm?"

And sometimes, he even believes he's a good boyfriend.

[strrykais]

(☘︎) ─── different sides of the internet

gamer!yunho x camgirl!reader

with an accidental package swap with your neighbor, jeong yunho, the one who keeps you up at night with his constant yelling. when an opportunity to make a big check comes your way yunho somehow is the only person who can help, luckily for him he finds you hot, and who is he to pass up the chance to sleep with you.

𐀔𓂃 kais note: this is most definitely gonna have another part .. i wrote too much to fit it in here .. but don’t worry it will be out soon!

back to library | req: yes / no

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

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BACKSTAGE DRY HUMPING W/ HONGJOONG

pairing: hongjoong x female!reader

rating: 18+

content/warnings: female reader, sex toys, implied exhibitionism

notes: this isn't very long or good 💀 but i needed to get it out of my head and i didn't even try to edit it🧍‍♀️also this is in the same universe as behind closed doors~

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"Joong, you go on stage it fifteen minutes," you whisper at him as he hurries you down the hall.

"We'll be quick, baby. I promise," he pats your ass to move you forward, "I found an empty green room, so no one will bother us."

When you reach the unlabeled door, he opens it swiftly, pulling you in after him. And within seconds you’re on his lap on an old tattered couch in a green room that this venue clearly hasn't touched in months.

He groans when you roll your hips over the growing bulge in his jeans. “Fuck, baby. You look so good.” 

You let out a breathy moan when his lips latch onto your neck, shivering when his teeth nip at your skin. His hands wander to your ass, palming you over the little denim shorts. They were his favorites. The stars embroidered over your pockets made for perfect targets for him to slap discreetly when you hung around the band. Discreetly enough that your brother or his other bandmates wouldn’t notice.

He fumbled with the studded belt you wore around your waist with one hand, lips still attached to your neck. Flipping it open expertly before unbuttoning and unzipping the shorts with ease.

You choked on air when his finger brushed over you through your panties, “Joongie, please hurry we don’t have time.” And you nearly whimpered when he pressed his fingers against your clit.

“Oh baby, we’ve got plenty of time.”

“No we don’t,” he pulled his fingers out of your pants, smirking when you whined. He shifted around before pulling something out of his pocket.

Waving the toy in front of your face, he smiled at you, “I wanna try something a little different.” He pressed the little power button, loving how you ground your hips against his thigh when it started buzzing in his hand. You were getting all worked up already. He lowered his hand back into your pants, this time with the toy between his fingers. 

You forward into his chest when the vibrator slipped into your panties. “Oh god…” you breathed into his shirt. Groaning when he left it tight against your clit before zipping up your pants and re-buckling your belt. 

“Now…I can control this little thing with the remote in my pocket, okay?” The vibrations only made you grind on him harder, and he let you. Lifting his hips to meet yours. Letting the denim you both wore create friction between you. “You think you can wear it all night?”

A small whimper rose from the back of your throat.

He kissed your lips softly, “For me, baby? Can you do it for me?” He grabbed your ass again and rolled your hips against his crotch, causing you both to moan.

“Yeah,” you whined, “I think I can.”

He bit his lip, “Good girl.” 

You smiled at his praise.

“Wear it the rest of the night, and cheer for me real loud. Alright, baby?” He leaned in and pressed his lips to your ear. “And if you’re real loud,” he reaches into his pocket and turns up the vibrator to the max, “maybe everyone in that crowd will get to see how pretty you are when you cum.”

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Jugglus: I don't need anymore friends. I already have two... R/n and Haruki.

Gai: Don't you mean three?~ *pointing at himself* 

Jugglus, looks at him flatly: …No, I'm pretty sure I meant to say two.

Gai: