#I miss y’all I’ll have to do something for the boys again sometime

[groovinrightalong]

One of the things I miss most about my 7k fandom days (aside from the people, y’all rock) is the fact that there were no actors or writers or anything. The whole fandom was built by and for the fandom. That stuff was top tier.

[zorange13]

— love island, enhypen edition

enha as the islanders x afab reader (hyung line). | maknae line

warnings/content. suggestive content, got WAYYY carried away with jake’s part, slowburn, reality tv au, YEARNINGGG, romantic competition, half-cheating, angst, light e2l, swearing, jealousy, insecurity, drama-heavy (duh)

lightly proofread, i did NOT sleep to write this lmao.

word count: 7.2k

inspired by the aot edition from @rynfiles, pls check them out!!

Heeseung 이희승

def a smooth ass talker, so charismatic 

such a heartthrob

would be a fan favorite at first

an OG and would partner up with whoever he wants

also prob have a kiss by the end of the first episode 

knows he’s hot and would honestly use that to his advantage to get to know everyone, esp in early days

genuinely so funny and would be one of the guys that gets along well with both the boys and girls

however, he would be a lil bit of a fuckboy, but he would feel so bad about it after watching the show back at the end.

being a libra, hee is naturally (and sometimes unintentionally) very flirty to the point where a girl might think she is being led on. even if he’s just trying to be nice. 

cue one of the girls saying, “idk like heeseung and i just seem to have a good connection.”

10 minutes later he’s tonguing down another girl.

so him and his first pairing would just end in a pretty messy situation

fans start to not fw him

he would be in couples and stay throughout the whole show just because he’s good tv. 

he’d be on the chopping block a few times but would somehow the producers would find something to save him (rob cough cough)

fans love to hate him

but wouldn’t truly fall head over heels until about week 3 and really hit it off with a girl. no one else matters to him at that point

you’d be a bombshell (duh)

but by the time casa amor comes around and he wants to close things off, the girls would be gone by that point

he’d be fuming

but then when the casa girls come, he’d be like ‘nah, i miss my girl’

but his head would be slightly turned by one of them

maybe a kiss or two, heavy petting unfortunately

but then when the girls are sent the video of what the boys have been doing…

best believe heeseung would get his ass handed to him at the recoupling

wouldn’t be able to look at you, once he sees the look in your eyes was when it hit him.

he wouldn’t bring anyone back though!!

you would put a pillow between them

fans kinda hate him at this point, like bro is public enemy #1

but he would do anything to win you back

i’m talking on HIS KNEES, yearning !!

a clip on tiktok would go viral of him for that

“if i have to show you why you’re the one for me, i’ll do it again. over and over again until you want me. i don’t care what it takes. i can’t let you go.”

fans would swoon, then hate themselves for liking him again (real asf)

kordell and serena coded as far as the casa situation

days of nice gestures until you felt you wanted him to stop

he would (try to) make you breakfast and bring it up to the beauty room; giving you a kiss on the side of your head as he left. saying “i know you like your eggs scrambled and your coffee light and sweet”

it would prob taste terrible it’s the thought that counts

the girls would giggle after he got far enough from the door, but you didn’t pay much mind

making you cheese toasties in the middle of the day when he “just so happens” to hear that you’re hungry.

after days of groveling, you cave when he enlists jay and jake to help him make your favorite food for candlelit dinner by the beach.

“i know i fucked up, i know that i hurt you badly. but please, if you give me this chance to prove that i’m not just some asshole, i will be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“boyfriend?”

“boyfriend.”

would have the hideaway for the night

would def make use of the toys in there

can see y’all being in the final 4

final date is horseback riding and dinner at one of the luxury resorts in fiji

his finale speech would send twitter in a spiral

“i came in here not expecting anything from this, just a fun time. just a free vacation and beautiful women. i seriously thought that i was on my way out because i had burnt all of my bridges. but when you showed up, i just—” sighs, trying not to let himself get choked up. “I knew you were so out of my league. even now you are, i felt like a guy like me didn’t deserve a woman like you. you’re not scared to call me out on my bullshit, you make me laugh, you made me earn you. despite all of the bullshit i put you through, you extended grace and there’s nothing more i could ask for from you and that will be the last time i ever ask you to extend me that much. but that look in your eye told me everything that i needed to know. watching that clip of you cry in the girl’s arms during movie night was all that i needed to know that i will never in my life, do anything to make someone i love feel like that ever again. you’re it for me, and no matter what happens tonight, win or lose; i’m a winner because I get to walk out with you.”

“love?”

“love.”

would have the whole villa in TEARS

reformed fuckboy™ + the queen who tamed him = they don’t even need to win

runners-up!!

Jay 박종성

the most chill one there tbh

og and would pair with who he liked 

but they would burn out not from drama, but they realized there was a lack of chemistry

wouldn’t stir much drama but WOULD PULL for sure

he knew what he signed up for of course but is more of slow burner

he doesn’t like to entertain someone he isn’t interested in if he knew there was someone else he might like more

if his heart isn’t in it, he’s not gonna waste your time or his own

so he’d just be honest and the girls would love him for that

grows close with a lot of them and even offers advice when needed

blunt, but transparent and the fans like him

such a breath of fresh air from all of the weird, sneaky boys

the type that you would def know if he liked you

would somehow end up making out with one of the bombshells in soul ties, they couple up

the chef™

is always the one helping out with dinner

the girls always ask him to make them something because they know he’d never say no

isn’t the life of the party but is never a buzz kill

knows how to have fun and will always be there to have a good laugh.

would fizzle out with that bombshell

“you’re cool and so gorgeous. i just don’t feel anything deeper and i’m sorry.”

bombshell would be understanding not take it personally, she’s more into heeseung anyway lmao

kinda goes on aimlessly

would end up kissing one of the og girls (you) during a challenge in week 2 and holy shit

he liked it a lot more than he’d expect

wouldn’t know how to handle it and would feel like shit

i mean it’s only week 2 but weeks here feel like months

so technically, everyone’s been dating for 2 months !!

would talk to jake and would eventually just approach you about it. better to live with no regrets

“hey, can i pull you for a chat?” he says to you as you’re lounging on one of the day beds.

“of course,” you stood up and he ruffled your hair with a smile as y’all walked to one of the swinging benches.

“so remember when we kissed earlier? in the challenge?”

“yeah? i’m sure i’d remember who i kissed.”

oh…he liked this girl for real now

your own couple wouldn’t be too solid either seeing as it was so early but not

still wanted to be respectful though !!

nonetheless you end up recoupling and that guy gets sent home

sad to see a friend of his go home but very happy that he could love on his girl openly now

so head over heels, still makes the girls food because he’s a gentleman

but he brings you full on meals!! steaks, ribs, chicken (fried, baked, grilled, doesn’t matter !!! your wish is his command) the most they were getting out of him was a cheese toastie, they’ll be lucky if they get a piece of meat on it

you would def have a ‘my man, my man’ attitude after that which he lowkey loved

the girls made jokes about how they lost their personal chef and would start hassling their men to cook for them

you left a note on your mirror for him before you dipped for casa. 

“i’m not the best at goodbyes, but i didn’t want to leave without saying something. thank you for being so good to me, for being real with me, and for making me feel like i matter here. i know things aren’t always easy to say, but i’m happy with you. i hope you’re doing okay while i’m gone, and i’ll be thinking about you. can’t wait to come back to you.

p.s. the food’s not the same without you here.”

then left a kiss in his favorite lipstick of yours on the mirror next to the note

he was irritated at no goodbye but tried to maintain some sort of sanity 

after all the guys all filed out of the beauty room, he kissed the mark you left on the mirror and considered that his parting kiss

grab the note to put it in his pocket and keep by his bed to look at

he also saw you left the lipstick right on the vanity so he took that too

TWITTER WOULD SPIRAL !!!

the casa girls came and they came with the heat let me tell you

but he didn’t give in no no no

though he WAS tempted

he was chatting by the firepit with one of the casa girls and she leaned in to kiss him

he ALMOST fumbled

but he was solid, the plastic component of your lipstick in his back pocket a reminder of who was gonna be waiting for him on the other side

gently shoots the girl down for giving her the wrong impression, “i’m sorry if it seemed like anything else but i miss my girl and i just don’t think kisses outside of challenges are appropriate.”

very respectful

but the girl does not take too kindly to it

he doesn’t care because he likes you

he’s not trippin because like…can she fight? lmao

makes it back to the villa in one piece !!

is running back to you

fidgeting at the firepit because didn’t want to stand there to wait for y’all to officially full on be a couple again

kissing you down when he gets to you

making everyone hold their hearts at the cuteness

closes off with you that night and are the first ones to get in the hideaway !!

everyone voted you guys to go

you wore this amazing baby blue lingerie and he almost lost it

he put you in them fuzzy pink handcuffs that night 

everything is smooth sailing 

in the final 4 

final date is dinner on a yacht then jet skiing on the sunset

then at the finale he would also give a speech that is so cute but so him!!

“i’m not good at words but that’s not an excuse to give a subpar speech because you deserve more than that. you have been so solid and wonderful through this whole experience. i never expected after 2 weeks it’d be me and you but i’m glad we got to harvest a friendship first.” He blushed, looking away from you as you laughed and gave him his time to simmer down. “i’d fall in love with you in any universe. the same way how i’d cook you anything you’d ask me to because you simply deserve it. you deserve to be treated like royalty and you know with me, i’m gonna deliver. you don’t have to lift a finger. you don’t have to worry about anything. not money, not my loyalty, my honesty. you came here to get the man you deserve and i’m here to give you that, baby.” would lift your hand to kiss it as he asked, “will you let me be your boyfriend?”

twitter meltdown—simple as that.

the producers picked good men this season…

y’all won and split—well actually, he gave you all of the prize money !!

every. last. dime.

there’s nothing other to describe him as perfect—he was patient, didn’t hoe around, had intentions and pursued you when it mattered the most. 

ofc he’s the fan favorite and y’all are talked about online for forever as one of the best couples to come out of love island

Jake 심재윤

one of the sweetest guys there like seriously

cinnamon roll™ 

another og

it’s physically impossible to hate him

fans are swooning because they’ve never seen this many hot guys on love island at once

especially when all of them are heartthrobs and have so much potential

jakey is so beloved by the guys because he’s just…a bro

BUT HE GIVES GREAT ADVICE and is pretty chill

also knows how to have fun and is usually the one (besides heeseung) to like initiate a game or something fun to do

the villa can get boring when y’all are just sitting around all day

as for the girls, he gets along very well

he knows he’s good-looking but he doesn’t do too much

that accent gets them

very humble

all of the girls have wanted a piece of him at one point and quite frankly none of them were his type ???

“hey…bro…” he’d say to them, as he sat down with them during chats

so the girls just stayed his friend and didn’t want to embarrass themselves further

went through a depressive period for a few weeks

coupling with girls just to stay alive

until a bombshell, you,—came in.

he legit had all of the guys come to the firepit so he could tell them you were off limits

they listened, except for one

that bastard

some drama arose as there was gonna be a recoupling that sent one of the guys home

this only further incentivized jake to pursue you harder

“hey, can i steal you for chat?” he approaches you as you sat in the kitchen talking to the other guy

he didn’t feel bad, as you said “of course,” he made sure to give the guy a sly look as he placed his arm around your waist as you followed him up to soul ties. 

fans loved him even more now: “ok jakey going after what he wants!!!!” “nah ngl if a cinnamon roll looked at me like that i’d self eliminate fr lmao” “well he said she was off limits *shrug emoji*” “he can’t even be mad at jake like he hasn’t had not one connection the whole time. let him get the girl he wants !!”

he knew he couldn’t sit on his ass and wait for you to come naturally

as he got to know you, he realized you were like him

a hot geek!!

you loved math and science just like him 

you were always correcting people

and somehow you loved the same shows and movies

it’s like you’re him, just the girl version!!

needless to say, he falls fast and hard

he knew how to cook pretty well, so he would make you breakfast every morning 

hot chocolate, with big marshmallows and a waffle

all made from scratch of course!! he took some pointers from jay ;)

the other guy continued to pursue you, to which he encouraged you

he knew what he was there for but who was he to limit you to one connection?

“i’m here for you and i know what i want. but i’m also never gonna tell you to put me above you; if you feel you want to explore then go handle that.” he told you as you settled in between his legs, back against his chest on one of the daybeds. you had your eyes shut as you leaned your head on his shoulder as gently caressed your leg with one hand and your arm with another. relishing in the serenity of the feeling and the waves crashing against each other.

this is right when you knew you weren’t going anywhere

fans also ate this up: “i just need someone to hold me like jake holds her and i’ll be ok, i promise” “i would let him do the most unspeakable things to me, Lord forgive me” “just give me 3 minutes.”

was some part of him anxious as hell? absolutely, but he meant what he said

it was up to you, either way someone was going home

so when you got a text later that afternoon, you read it aloud to everyone (basically screaming it but it’s ok) 

“it’s almost decision time! you must decide where your heart lies. tonight, you will choose who you want to couple up with, and one guy will be sent home. solve for x and see where you end up! #toobadsosad #makingupforlosttime #gotmyanglesonyou”

you flustered at the reminders of the conversations you and jake were having

but it was funny nonetheless

that night at the firepit, you had never see jake so distraught

he spaced out which he like never does but now it was time for you to make your choice

you stood up in your heels, almost shaking but maintaining composure

“i would like to couple up with this boy because he has been so amazing and consistent since my time here.” jake listened to you intently as you spoke, hopefully trying to pick up on something that could indicate that you’d pick him.

“we also get along really well and i feel that in the short time that i’ve been here, we’ve been able to get on pretty well. i know that if we have a chance to further this connection, then something great will be able to come from it.”

ok, he was getting hopeful

“we bond over so many things, and i feel like we mirror each other. people say that it’s hard to be with someone that’s just like you. however, studies show that 89% of couples share the same values and similarities, making them successful and at a lower rate of divorce.”

your fellow islanders laughed at your random, yet endearing factoid

jake just tilted his head as he stared at you lovingly, “that’s my girl,” he whispered to himself

“so the boy i’d like to couple up with is…” 

fingers crossed

surprise. “jake.” you said with a bright smile on your face.

jake wanted to run to you and kiss you until his last dying breath

BUT he had some sort of couth 

he dapped up the guy that he was standing by, he didn’t want to because he felt he was an asshole but still. respect.

then he walked over to you with the brightest smile in the world and hugged you so tight you almost complained but you let him have his moment. “you’re so amazing, baby. you’re mine now,” his whispered into your ear. the mic just barely picked it up.

he pulled back and gave you the gentlest kiss you’ve felt in your life, that you barely even felt

viral moment

it was hard to watch the guy pack his stuff 

yes, he knows that he got you now but after coming to his senses in a way, the guy just wanted to find love the same way they all did

they ended up having a conversation before he left and they squashed the beef

later that night, you and jake showered together

made sure to lock the door, there was like 8 other bathrooms in this big ass house

the others could use another one

BUT it was nothing freaky deaky

just gentle, intimate

you detangled and washed his hair for him 

granted it was very hard to keep his hands off of you

just this perfect body in front of him in this big ass shower where he had ample room to do what he wanted

but he kept it cute, only letting his hands slide south when you let him

but a little kiss didn’t hurt

his hand wrapped around your neck as pulled you to cover his lips with yours. the familiar taste of your lips sending jolts through his body. he groaned at the sensation as you followed. “should’ve done this at the firepit, right in front of that bastard. that way he would’ve known you were really mine all along.”

he left a lil hickey

nothing too crazy

y’all def did it in the bed with everybody there that night though

casa amor rolls around

y’all are doing good even before then

challenges were fun, vibes were on point!!

but just like the others, you bounce without a word. but you also left a note just like heeseung’s girl

“hi jakey !! i’m gonna be gone for a while but not to worry. distance makes the heart grow fonder. i trust you, and i hope you honor me while i’m away because i will do the same for you <3 p.s. i sprayed my perfume on our bed so if a bitch even tries to lie there she’ll be getting a piece of me. hugs and kisses xoxo !!”

he audibly laughed at your note, some tears threatening to escape him but quickly sucked it up

he missed you already, his baby

his little einstein

he tucked the note in his pocket for safe keeping

remember what i said before, the casa girls are coming in hot!!

and jake being the fun—and nice—guy he is, makes the girls feel welcome 

until one of them pulls him for chat and he accepts

she came onto and him for some reason something came over him

to this day he can’t put his finger on if it was the excitement of a new face after seeing the same ones every single day for, what felt like, forever 

or just lack of self control

maybe both

but he fucks her

when the guys found out they were jarred

even heeseung, the resident fuckboy™ wasn’t that wild

needless to say, jake has never felt more disgusted with himself

the support he amassed over the last few goes down the drain as this was one of the biggest twists of the season

i said hee became public enemy #1 before but no, jake was hated BAD!!!

fans were hurt themselves: “bro i feel so bad for y/n, she was everything and more and he just shit on her, fuck jake” “i really don’t believe in love anymore, this is wild” “imagine going thru ALL THAT with a girl that was made for you just to hook up with a random casa girl bc of a ‘minor slip up’ what a loser”

going back to the villa was…a journey to say the least

but when he got back you were smiling

hard

like…you couldn’t wait to see him

him, along with the boys were confused as they all thought that you’d seen what happened due to heeseung just getting heat

but no

you seemed to know nothing

and jake just played along, he didn’t bring anyone back and neither did you

“hello, my einstein,” he hugged you as he spun you around before gently placing you back on the wooden deck of the firepit.

the silence amongst the boys was deafening, there were already tensions due to heeseung’s situation, but the girls still tried to be happy for you and cheer you on. them clearly being oblivious to what really went down.

a few days passed and jake carried along as normal as he could, still consulting jay about this hole in chest called guilt that he couldn’t shake. he had to tell you.

until sunghoon’s girl got a text, she beckoned all of them to front

“islanders, it’s time for movie night! watch some exclusive clips from your time in the villa and casa amor! grab your seats and watch some dirty truths be unveiled. #nosecretshere #lightscameradrama”

everyone looked at each other with unsure looks, the boys getting glared and cold stares left and right. 

you felt terrible, “i feel so bad, i know [heeseung’s girl] went through so much the last few days. i’d hate for her to have to almost relive it, you know?” you said to jake, to which he hugged you with a small ‘yeah’

everyone gathered around and it was time to pick which “movie” y’all wanted to watch

they chose ‘experiment gone wrong’

and that was when you saw it

jake tonguing down this girl, which stung, but ok this was during a challenge so nothing crazy

the next clip cut to them talking at the firepit and he was just giggling it up

then they kissed

which was more than enough to make your heart feel like it smashed into a million pieces

then the next clip was of them making out on yours and his shared bed

then he covered both of them with the comforter as the camera moved to a new angle where they threw their clothes onto the floor from beneath the sheets

then on the outside on the firepit right where they were, laid the note you left for him before you left

then it faded to black

the silence was deafening

the girl’s right by you sat in shock as you were all equally.

the first to break the silence was jungwon’s girl “so y’all knew?”

the boys were all looking down in shame

silence. crickets.

you wanted so badly to say something but your voice simply wouldn’t allow you

you just remember breaking down into jungwon’s girl’s arms as she rested her hand on your head, stroking your head to give you some consolation as the rest of the girl’s cursed them out.

jake just sat there, tears in his eyes as croaked out, “i didn’t mean to—”

“what didn’t mean to do what? she trusted you, we all did! y’all are some grimy ass people for not even letting one of us know. like you didn’t have to tell her. at least one of us and we could’ve done something!��

“jake you are such a piece of shit”

“i know,” he whimpered, leaning back into the couch

“if you’re capable of keeping some shit like that from her then you’re capable of anything.”

he knew what the girls were saying was true to some–well, a huge extent. but he wasn’t looking at them. 

he was looking at you break down over something that he did out of pure tactlessness

the producers didn’t let you get up until the clips were done being shown but as soon as they were done, you sped walked right inside

knowing jake was hot on your tail

before you can ever get past even the middle of the yard space he catches up you

“y/n please,” he says, pleading. “i can explain,”

you looked at him, with nothing but pure pain and desolation, “explain what? your dick just somehow slipped inside her on accident?”

he shook his head, “baby—”

that was when you snapped, yelling at for the first time ever. “no! you lost the privilege to call me that! i’m nothing to you, do you hear me? nothing! you are a sick and twisted individual. nevermind the hooking up thing because a part of me expected it. men will be men, but for you to have days to tell me and you let me find out along with everyone else?”

“please, can we just talk about this somewhere else?” his voice cracked as he began to sob, not caring if all of your peers were watching

“you’re such a con artist, you made me believe you. made me believe that everything was fine and dandy between us and that i was like the one for you—”

“but you are, you are—” he grabbed his hair, pulling it from stress and frustration. “gosh, you are! i just fucked up—”

“i gave you my body, jake. does that not mean anything to you?”

he sobbed loudly, not even caring how he looked anymore. “yes! it means everything just please understand me!” he grabbed your shoulders to hopefully make you listen. “i fucked up. i know i’m a shitty person for doing that and i know i’m even shittier than lying to you like this and keeping you in the dark. but please trust me when i say that it was a mistake and will never happen again.”

“you’ve shown me who you are, jake. i’m taking it for what it is. you’ve made your choice and it wasn’t me.” you said, cold and distant

choking back sobs as he tries to reach for you again. “y/n, please. i’m begging you. don’t do this. i’ll do anything. i’ll make it right, just give me a chance.”

“fuck you, jake.”

jungwon’s girl ends up sleeping with you outside that night

jake cries himself to sleep, even though he could barely do that

the next day you were more angry than hurt

when he brought you breakfast, you threw it out the window right in front of face

you’re like 60% sure bits of the eggs ended up in the pool

everytime he tried to talk to you, you ignored him

if he asked to pull you for a chat while you speaking to someone, you continued talking as if he wasn’t standing there, literally begging you for a conversation

he was vapor to you and it wasn’t fun being like this but he needed to be punished

until one recoupling, he decides to self-eliminate

this rippled shock throughout the villa, even you

during his final speech, “i felt like i came here to find a connection. i did, and regardless of how it turned out, i’m so grateful for the time that i did get with that person. i know i did the most…distasteful things but i also know that forgiveness comes with time and it shouldn’t be on your terms.” he looked at you with longing eyes, “y/n, i love you,” 

the L word in love island is like…unheard of almost like oh my god ??/?/?/ so your stomach was in knots

“and i will do anything to see you happy, baby, always. if that means being free from me than i’ll do it and i will let you have the experience you so rightfully deserve, so…that’s why i’d like to go home. i got what i came here for.”

there were definitely tears from everyone in the villa

jake had been everyone’s best friend so to see him go was hard

you and him exchanged longing glances and a gentle nod before he walked out and the ‘loves me not’ sign flashes

you ended up leaving the following week

you just wandered about aimlessly

bombshells came but none of them compared to jake 

you were eliminated and was actually glad to go home and see your family after all these months

definitely sad because at this point, you spent so much time and gotten along well with everyone that they considered you an og at this point

but you left with your chest held high

but as soon as you got your phone back you saw you sat at a good 2M followers on instagram, which was like 1,999,900 million more than you came in here with.

you took a look at your dm’s and saw a familiar face text you:

“hey gorgeous,

i know you probably won’t see this for a while, but i couldn’t just leave things unsaid. i’ve spent so much time thinking about everything, and i know there’s no excuse for what i did. i messed up, badly. i hurt you, and i’ll never be able to fully fix that, no matter how much i wish i could. but i need you to know that i’m truly sorry. not just for what i did, but for letting you down in ways that went beyond just that moment.

i was selfish. i let my insecurities and confusion get the better of me, and in doing so, i betrayed your trust. i lied to you, and i let you believe things were okay when they weren’t. the worst part is, i knew better. i knew what i was doing was wrong, but i still did it. i don’t expect forgiveness from you, not after what i did, but i hope you can eventually find it in yourself to heal from this.

you deserve someone who values you and respects you, someone who sees you for who you truly are, not just in the moments when things are easy. i failed you in that regard. i let you down in front of everyone, and i’m sorry for that. but i want you to know that i will always think of you, and no matter what happens, you’ll always be important to me.

i don’t know if you’ll ever want to talk to me again, and honestly, i wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. i’m not asking for forgiveness, and i’m not asking for anything except that you take care of yourself, y/n. you deserve the world. and i’ll keep working on becoming someone better, even if it’s too late for us.

i hope that wherever you are, you’re finding peace and happiness. i’ll be here if you ever want to reach out, but i understand if you need time or if you don’t ever want to. just know i’m thinking of you, and i’ll always be rooting for you. i wouldn’t change a thing if it meant i got to experience the beauty that is you.

take care of yourself. you were more than everything to me. i love you einstein.

your jakey <3

ok that felt like a gut punch

you sat there, on your bed wondering your next move

then you got to typing

Sunghoon 박성훈

he’s for sure a bombshell

one of the bombshells that comes in the blind kissing challenges to confuse all of the girls

he’s had his eye on you for a while 

so when he gets to kiss you, he’s more than prepared to rock your world

he takes his time with you as he runs a gentle finger down your lips to the valley of your breasts as he pulls you closer by your hips

then he pulled you in so your lips could meet his and it was up from there

everyone was so confused 

“jake?” “nah that's not him”

“heeseung?” “nah he’s not as aggressive”

the boys were in complete shock, some of there were dying laughing

others bitter because he was kissing their girls lmaooo

when the girls took their blindfolds off, they were screaming in shock

you laughed something serious!!

but when you got a look at sunghoon, you were also very shook

he was…scarily beautiful, like he almost made you feel insecure lmao

but he couldn’t stop looking at you

you and the girls congregated after that to discuss details

“yo, he’s hot as fuck” “he’s gorgeous” “y’all don’t even know what to do with all that”

the fans were thrown. they were gagged. 

TWITTER WAS SCREAMINGGG “#needthat”

the guys all whispered about him, impressed that he came in with such a bang

others, whose couples weren’t so steady in their couples were worried

but they saw how he kissed you

he wanted you

during the challenge where america weighs in on what they feel about them

he gets voted to be like the biggest fuckboy

which again, makes heeseung laugh because he was that was his thing™ 

everyone even voted him too, so to hear america’s thoughts made the girls think the world knew something they didn’t

but back to sunghoon

his feelings were a little hurt

he wasn’t sure if it was the way he looked that gave people that impression

but he never kissed any girls outside of challenges so it didn’t make much sense

sure he had his fun outside of the villa

but he knew that he was going to be on national television, so he did try to dial it back

you were very turned off by this

you admitted in the confessionals, “i’ve had my fair share of fuckboys. i even knew by coming here that i wasn’t exempt from them! so to be real, i’m not shocked. i mean look at him. i’d be hurt if he wasn’t sharing the fun with other people.”

he’s annoyed by it but doesn’t let it phase him

now onto you guys

at this point, you’re pretty solid in your original connection

sunghoon didn’t really gaf lmao

he was a bombshell, he wasn’t supposed to be peaceful 

he had a talk with your connection in front of the guys

“i’m sorry but i’m here to step on toes and i really don’t care if you don’t like that. i’m not here to make friends.”

your connection nodded with a ‘challenge accepted’ type of smile

so let the games begin

he pursued you down

a solid week and a half of him and your partner fighting for you

until heeseung is bored one night and wants to play a game: truth or dare

“y/n, truth or dare”

now you knew better than to accept a dare from any of these hooligans, “truth.”

“do you think your connection is solid enough to survive me being here?” he leans forward, resting his head on his hands with a smile

wow

so you didn’t have anything to say

you literally plead the fifth 

and that caused some drama and needless to say, you and your partner argued that night

“so, one guy just comes around and all of a sudden i’m not enough for you?”

“i never said that, you’re just insecure and plus it’s not that serious. this is love island. i came here for me, who are you to hinder me from my experience?”

he slept outside that night

sunghoon slept with a smile on his that night

the next morning, he asked around what you liked for breakfast and brought it to you while you were doing your makeup

you thanked him politely, not liking him for basically prophesying your couple’s misfortune

he knew what happened and was capitalizing off of it

fans easily saw this and thought the same, not entirely liking sunghoon and calling him a little bit of weirdo

“he’s hot but something about bro seems sketchy”  “is he a witch or sumn??? does bro have crystals and sage in his suitcase??? wtf is going on” “i agree with the discourse but why am i kinda eating this up tho”

you were chatting with jay’s girl and then he pulls you for a chat, to which you agreed reluctantly “sure”

y’all went to the chairs by the beach. he sat on one and you sat across from him

“so? rough night?” 

“do you have a problem with me?”

“no. i just want you.”

“you’re so weird, i mean i appreciate that you’re trying to be nice to me in your own sick way. but i don’t play games.”

he smiled, “i’m not playing with you, though. i just held up a mirror.”

“you’re serious?”

“think about it, i didn’t do anything. i just asked you one question and he did the rest.”

you resigned

ok he was right, i mean

your partner was bugging out because he was threatened by another man

“obviously i’ll leave you alone if you want me to but it won’t exactly help your situation.”

“you some type of mind reader or something?”

“i don’t need to read minds. i just need to pay attention. and i’ve been watching for a while. what i’m seeing isn’t really about me, it’s about what you’re not saying.”

fuck it

you stood up and walked toward to him as you straddled his hips

he smiled gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. and yours around his neck as you kissed officially

some of your fellow islanders were eavesdropping and and watching from behind the deck and they silently cheered

as you pulled back, “did i say enough?”

biting his lip, he nodded as he rested his hand on the back of your head. “yeah,” the other head rubbed your thighs on either side of him.

you pulled away from the kiss and the tension lingered but he kept his grip on your thigh. as if he was scared you’d pull away. 

“what are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice took on a new tone. that sarcastic, patronizing inflection long gone. 

“i think you knew exactly what you were doing.” you laughed

he smiled, your laugh actually giving him butterflies “maybe,” the head that rested on your head moved to your cheek as he stroked it gently. “just want to make you feel wanted,”

your connection ended up getting eliminated at recoupling (womp womp)

since sunghoon came late, casa was only a week later

a part of him was excited to explore more options

you didn’t leave a note, which kinda stung

but there wasn’t anything to do about it so he just continued as normal

he kissed a few girls, brought one back :(

definitely pissed you off!!

lowkey he got your frustration but it’s only been a week!!

“it’s not like we’re married or anything, i’m just tryna explore my options.”

to which you understood, didn’t make the embarrassment any easier

you were so mad you didn’t bring a guy back either

fans felt validated that their suspicions were right “see??? i knew i wasn’t buggin. he’s a hoe.” “i get that it’s been a week but he could’ve been a little nicer about it like damn” “the audacity to chase her and put her other connection at risk when he could’ve just kept it cool?? he just wanted screen time fr” “this sounds crazy but not even heeseung is this bad” “he wants to be heeseung sooo baddd LMFAOO”

not hated, but not liked either

y’all fizzle out and he partners with the casa girl 

you get eliminated at that recoupling

you guys hug before you leave and reconcile

no beef

no static

he’d def reach out after everything tho

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[eepwriting]

hiii can i request submissive vessel worshipping the reader pls 🫶🏻

Subby Vessel Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw sandwiched between sweetness

Hiii! Thank you for the request 🤍 I love subby sweet vessel!! Decided to do a list format to switch things up a little.

!! mdni !!

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✶ This man just loves you.

✶ Will call and text you when he’s away, rambling about how much his heart aches with how much he misses you.

✶ Constantly talks about you to whoever will listen. A bright smile on his face as he gushes about you.

✶ When you’re together though…oh boy.

✶ Man cannot keep his hands off you. Always has to be touching you in some way.

✶ His favorite handholds are your thighs. When you’re sitting together his hand is either trapped between your closed legs or he’s massaging and groping at your skin.

✶ Will spend hours between your legs and is quick to get on his knees if you ask him.

✶ Once his mouth is on you it’s incredibly difficult to push him away. If you try, he’s whining into your skin, pulling you to him.

✶ He’ll apologize if he’s overdone it with the stimulation but always claims he “just can’t get enough of you.”

✶ Let’s out the prettiest sounds when he goes down on you. Sometimes just at the sight of you.

✶ Whispers praises and compliments on your skin when he kisses over your neck and shoulders.

✶ The first time he saw you naked he just sat there for a solid 15 seconds just looking at you. Eventually reached out to touch you, dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes wide as he looked you up and down.

✶ You can safely say you’d never felt more wanted than you did that night.

✶ He gets offended if you talk bad about yourself.

✶ If you’re feeling self conscious about your appearance he finds the nearest mirror and sets you in front of it. Runs his hands over you and makes you repeat affirmations and compliments about yourself.

✶ Will definitely fuck you slowly in front of said mirror. Tells you to watch yourself so you can see what he sees.

✶ If you send him photos of yourself, innocent or not, he’s immediately saving the picture and spewing out multiple texts and paragraphs about how perfect you are.

✶ Tells you often how he believes you “were made just for me.”

✶ Stops mid thrust sometimes to just admire you, mumbling something along the lines of “I can’t believe all this is just for me.”

✶ Goes out of his way to shower you with gifts and gestures to show you how much he appreciates you.

✶ He always remembers the little things you say in passing. You spot something in a store you’d like to have? He’s surprising you with it later in the week. You want to travel to your dream destination? He’s booking the flights and hotel and making an itinerary.

✶ Never complains about money he spends on you because “If it’s to make you happy, I’ll be a broke man.”

✶ Just genuinely and wholeheartedly wants and loves you in every way possible and makes sure that you know.

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Try not to yearn for vessel challenge: IMPOSSIBLE

I just know he’d be the sweetest partner y’all.

Thank you again anon for requesting this!! 🤍

Let me know if y’all like this list format too 👀 it’s definitely easier to write this way lol

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[cokoweee]

Okay last one I think…lovely stuff as always, I’m just juggling another brainrot right now, but I was itching to make some remarks. First off I’m glad midwesternvibes mentioned the text thing in the most recent update, because I was tickled to see that too! Probably the first time he had color since before their “spat” in the kitchen. As much as I know it’s still a roadblock in his recovery, I’m glad to see the voices coming back for Donnie. I kinda get this feeling they are hanging out with him until they know he’s going to be “okay”. And I have this little idea to myself, that when Donnie is able to start healing and processing his trauma, he stops hiding from them and is no longer afraid to see them. Of course that would be when they would start to slip away. (And that would be so rough for Donnie) Grief is kinda like that too. Sometimes you can be okay for a long time and you’ll have bouts where you still miss that person(s) even when you know you have accepted and moved on.

So I’m curious what is the situation that Donnie is on a watch. Is it just Draxum’s concern? Is it in case Donnie gets catatonic again? Is it in case he gets violent again? Is it to save his liver (those supersoldier genes only thing keeping it from failing)?

Also Draxum fixing Donnie’s sweater like a dad (only for Donnie to have his femme fatale shoulder thing as soon as the door is closed)

I’m a little surprised that this is the first time Kendra has seen Draxum do his mystic vine magic…or… he just hasn’t had too…or…all the mystic stuff happening lately has made Kendra more aware to it…or… but whatever the reason…appropriate reaction, lol

So something I have noticed that has me enticed is Donnie has been wearing his hand prosthesis more often.

Before the trauma induced episode, the only time we ever saw Donnie wearing it was when he was out or in “mission mode”. It makes sense, he needs to be able to save his ninpo for more than just temporary fingers. So why now… I was gonna suggest he is on edge, but I also remembered, as I was writing this, that you mentioned him having a slight disconnect to his ninpo…so yeah fingies is not a luxury he can afford right now. In any case…. Hmm…Donnnie….you know…if you didn’t shut your second dad outside…he mighta told ya that Kendra went out…ya know…? Also not sure if it’s just clueing us into Kendra still being sick or that trope of “if you sneeze three times it means someone is talking behind your back.” ? (I quote this one when I sneeze a lot, I’ll go “okay who’s trash talking me?!”)

Anyway please take care! Also p.s. if you do start to play Minecraft I hope you have fun. (I tried to play it but my laptop is too old and it crashes, so I can’t give much advice on it) also p.p.s I found a WIP of a thing I started writing for this AU in July, and I kinda…forgot I had it. It’s gonna be so out of place if I ever finish it, so just heads up for whatever was the hot topic then… <_<

GAHH I ANSWERED THIS BUT THE APP CRASHED AUGHHH. Let’s see if I remember what I said

I think I showed it a few times that despite Donnie constantly wanting said voices to stop, whenever they actually do, he feels uneasy. It’s quiet and he feels alone. I don’t write every single voice he hears all the time but just ones that feel right to show. There’s a lot he hears. The good the bad and the horrible.

Dancin a bit in that prosthetic part it’s a bit of a ref to sumthin y’all like to tickle a good bit sometimes lol

DRAXUM! A man not meant to be a father but ended up being a guardian. He hasn’t used his mystics cause there’s no need! Also Draxums reasoning for putting pickle boy on watch isn’t just his!

Casey is one that enforced it so harshly. That episode at the farmhouse was technically the first time she’s EVER seen Doobie in that state. Literally witnessed him break down, almost wipe out a farm and try to tear apart his own body. Both want no risk of not being able to get to Dibble so keeping him out of the lab that he can lockdown is a must for them

OOF THIS IS LONG HOPEFULLY I MADE SENSE. Cause I forgot a bit of what I said before

[spoonfulofmilo]

Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife teacher!reader? She's stressed about work and he just shuts her up with kisses and gets caught by the team. And they teased the couple endlessly. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

Haha im gonna be honest i see bono as such a sap for his partner, and so that’s how i will always write him

(unless y’all want a part 2 of the love language fic)

sorry i feel like it's short

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peter bonnington x wife!teacher!reader

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“I sometimes feel like none of them care. I mean actually I know none of them care, one of the boys, Brayden, straight up asked me ‘miss why does the past matter? Surely the future matters more’ and while I was explaining that we have to study the past to make sure we don’t repeat the future, he was trying to flirt with the girl next to him.” Y/N sighed, Bono and her had found a small secluded area before the race began. But Y/N was really stressed out from work and so Bono had offered to let her vent about it.

“Aww, baby, I’m sorry…” Bono snuggled closer to his partner, wanting them to feel as loved as he could.

“If you ever get a job application from a Brayden Jackson that went to the school I’m teaching, immediately deny him please. It’s just annoying that very few students care, except for the A level students, and the school doesn’t care about me, particularly if we’re taking my recent working hours into account.” Y/N laughed, trying really hard to not let her tears spill.

“I can provide for you darling…you can quit your job, travel the world with me… I know that that’s not what you want to do. I know you love teaching for those few kids who do actually like history, but I hate seeing you so burnt out.” Bono comforted her, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen past her eyes onto her cheeks.

“But it is worth it for those few kids who come through the ranks, who do care. It’s worth 10 of the asshole kids for one of the kids who cares…but the hours are starting to get to me, I’m thinking about trying to find a better job, one that actually cares about me, and not just the kids, but then, I have to quit my job, and then I’ll be unemployed for a bit, until I find another job, and trying to find one of those jobs is hard to find and highly competitive…” Y/N looked even more stressed than she had when she had begun venting and her husband hated seeing her like this.

Bono couldn’t listen to her stress and just planted a kiss on her lips. And then when she looked slightly surprised, he did it again, littering kisses all over her face and lips. She started looking slightly surprised but ended up giggling by the time that Bono stopped his kissing assault for some air.

“What was that for?”

“Just because I love you.”

Bono resumed his kissing of his wife, enjoying her little giggles and smiles. Until he realised that not all the giggles were coming from the woman next to him.

He lifted his head and met eyes with James V, James A, Toto and Lewis all standing over the couple, all trying to hold their laughter in.

“Uhhh, hi?”

“Hi!”

“Hey”

“Hello”

“Morning Bono.” They all responded.

“Uhhh, I kind of thought this was a private corner, what are you all doing here?” Y/N had hid her face in Bono’s shoulder and was giggling at the situation.

“You’re late for pre pre-race briefing so we thought we’d come looking for you.”

“And-”

“And we can clearly tell that you’re busy but we would like to see you in the pre race briefing as soon as you’re um finished.” - Toto started ushering the other guys away

“Yeah, will do, see you guys soon. Now where were we?” Bono asked mischievously as he turned back to his partner, not even looking to see if the others had left fully.

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“Hey Bono, is the wife coming down this weekend?”

“Uhh, yeah, yeah she is. Why?”

“Oh we made a little spot for you 2 to ‘canoodle’ and you won’t be disturbed.” James A’s grin was way too big for this to be an innocent kind thing, so bono slipped off the chair and followed him down the hall towards the supply closet.

Bono’s face blushed as he saw the little sign reading ‘Y/N and Bono’s smooching corner’ with a photo from their wedding also pasted on the piece of paper.

“Really?”

“Yeah man, your wife is great, but like we really don’t want to catch you snogging again, okay?”

“Okay” Bono replied in a weak voice, pulling out his phone to take a photo to send to Y/N, knowing she could have a good laugh about it.

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[thomatri]

Kiss Boy

Synopsis- you have a fat crush on Atsumu only one problem he’s straight…or is he?

Paring- Atsumu Miya x mreader

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“So when you gonna ask Atsumu out?” Suna asks randomly as Osamu,him and I eat lunch. Atsumu sometimes eats with us but today he’s eating lunch with his other friends

“Uh never that dude like the most straightest person ever” I say rolling my eyes

“But you like him?” Osamu says

“Hey! I can’t help who I like” I say glaring

“Well I mean you can’t keep pretending you don’t like him” Suna says

“And why is that” I ask

“Cause it’s clearly making you depressed I’m sure you’d feel better if you just told him” Suna says shrugging and I sigh

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“You should really join the volleyball team man” Atsumu says with a smile, him,Suna,Osamu and I are walking to the gym together for there practice and me to watch like we always do

“Nah I hate playing sports, but I’ll gladly watch y’all play” I say smiling at him

“Dang worth a shot Kita would love you on the team, and me of course” Atsumu says smirking at me and I roll my eyes avoiding eye contact so he doesn’t see my embarrassed face

“Chop chop love birds” Osamu says and I glare

“I’m coming dang” Atsumu says. Maybe I’m just delusional but he didn’t deny us being love birds

Suna notices my delusional and smirks

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Practice feels shorter today for some reason maybe it’s just the fact I’m watching them instead of playing but on our way to the subway station our being Osamu,Atsumu and Suna of course Suna decides to ask dumb ass questions to Atsumu of course

“Hey Atsumu are You Gay?” Suna asks and Atsumu looks hella confused. Osamu snickers and I glare

“What type of question is that?!” Atsumu asks rightfully confused

Suna shrugs

“Well no im not Gay maybe a little bi never really gave it much thought” he says shocking all of us

“Is this how I find out my brother a homosexual”

“What the hell. Did you want me to make a rainbow sign announcing it?!”

Osamu actually considers it but shrugs

“I’m surprised I thought you were straight or definitely homophobic” Suna says snickering glancing at me

“Nah Y/n gay” he says and I stop

“What”

“Your gay arent ya?” Atsumu asks confused like he said something wrong

“I mean yeah but how’d you know?” I ask continuing to walk with Atsumu as Suna and Osamu have walked ahead of us

“Well It’s kinda obvious and I heard you and Suna talking about some guy you like” he says and I’m shocked and embarrassed

“I’m actually kinda hurt you didn’t tell me” he says chuckling

“Well I definitely planned to” I say cursing myself for what I’m about to say

“Really? When?” He asks

“I can right now” I say trying to ignore everything telling me not to

“Oh ok” he says and we’re engulfed in silence as I contemplate how to word it for a second

“Uh well” I start

“Is it Suna?” He asks

“WHAT NO” I say looking at him shocked

“Oh carry on” he says laughing and I smile god I could listen to his laugh all day

“I like you Atsumu” I say and he stops walking

Shit

“REALLY?!” He says and now I’m shocked again by his reaction idk what I expected but him yelling really wasn’t it

“Seriously?” He asks

“Seriously” I say shrugging trying to seek non chalont but inside I’m dying screaming throwing up

“Why?” He asks and I stare

“Uh your hot,funny,a great person,hot” I say shrugging

“I noticed how smart wasn’t on that list” he says glaring and I snicker

“You have other great qualities” I say shrugging with a closed eyed smirk

I open my eyes in shock when I feel Atsumu lips on mine

He brings a hand of cup my face and I lean into the kiss

We kiss until we’re out of breath

“Holy shit” He says

“Your a pretty good kisser for someone who’s never had a first kiss” he says smirking and I roll my eyes

“Can’t believe you remember that” I say and he laughs

…

“Fuck we missed the subway” I say and we both start to panic

No Suna or Osamu in sight

All of a sudden I get a call from Suna

“hey pookie” Suna says

“Shut the hell up where are y’all” I ask annoyed

“Boo your no fun, we’re on the subway we thought y’all could use a moment so I’ll just pick y’all up, Osamu already old there parents there spending a night at my place” Suna says

“Thank god you have a car,but don’t pull this stupid shit again” I say trying to stay mad but still extremely thankful he did this

“Damn a little thank you would be nice, trust I won’t though spending gas money just so you two idiots can get together. This is a one time thing” Suna says and I hear Osamu laugh

“Thanks,seriously” I say smiling

“No problemo friendo”

“See ya” Osamu says as Suna hangs up

“Welp” I say

“We’re stuck in the middle of the night alone” I say shrugging and Atsumu is grinning

“What’s got you so happy?” I ask giving him a confused look and he shrugs with his smile still painting his face

“Nothing just happy your my boyfriend” he says and I’m stunned not gonna,ain’t expect him to say that but I smirk

“Oh? You never asked me out”

“Will you be my boyfriend Y/n L/n” he says seriously and I almost bust out laughing

“Yes of course Atsumu Miya” I say smiling at my new boyfriend

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Bonus

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After going to a park,calling my parents to let them know I’m spending a night at Suna which thankfully they ran with cause until he got to us we had no way home, and making out with Atsumu we finally got to Suna place where we both painted each others nails

Atsumu thought it made him look a little to feminine and Osamu just didn’t want to which we both didn’t complain about obviously

“I want all the juicy details” Osamu says finding a movie on Suna laptop

“Well I thought Y/n liked Suna, he confessed we kissed and I asked him out” Atsumu says and Osamu gives him a disgusted look

“That was the vaguest explanation ever I said details boy” Osamu says rolling his eyes and Atsumu glared and I groan knowing there about to argue

“Look Atsumu my nails” I say trying to distract him

“Ooo there pretty can you do mine” he says beaming and Suna snickers

“What happened to it’s too feminine” Suna says with a hand on his hip

“Damn your right hmm just do one hand I wanna match with Y/n” Atsumu asks and I laugh

“Alr loverboy” Suna says starting to paint the bleached haired boys nails

[msfantasy]

Ouija Boards are Something Else

Ghost x Reader

Summary: Your friends Victor, Emma and Sophia are over and think it’s a good idea to play with a Ouija board

Part 3

“Is it true you have a ghost in the house?” Emma asks, leaning in and grinning at your feigning reaction.

“Um… if you believe in that stuff.” You do, you totally do and after all, you’ve been allowing him play with your body- never quite escalating to sex but always helping you get off. But you do not dare to admit such a thing to your friends out of fear of sounding insane.

“Good- because I had a great idea!” Emma exclaims excitedly, pulling out an Ouija board much to your horror.

“Girl stop playin” Victor deadpans, unamused with Emma’s antics.

“Don’t be such a scaredy cat Victor! Aren’t you curious about who he is and why he’s here?” Sophia eggs you on, pushing the board at you- as if you really had a say in the matter.

“I-don’t know guys.” You were curious. Of course you want to get to know your supposed lover, but you were nervous that the cat would escape the bag.

Ever since you let him touch your body. The eerie feeling of being watched evolved to a constant state, regardless of if you’re running around doing chores or sitting on the couch- you feel the sensation of someone near. You even started to catch glimpses of a male figure right out the corner of your eye. It’s become so frequent, you don’t even spare a second glance anymore. Knowing it’s just the ghost in your house.

After consulting a haunted forum for advice, you tried to ignore him, but it only seemed to get worse. Your cash, keys, or purse and so on would go missing, and would often stay missing until you beg the house ghost to return your possessions to its rightful place. Beyond the eeriness of being observed, catching glimpses and having your belongings moved, it’s really not a bother to have a ghost. Especially when he takes care of your needs so well.

Though it’s apparent you two will be stuck together for quite sometime…

“Come on- what’s the worst that could happen?” Sophia encourages making Victor roll his eyes. As if acknowledging the ghost wasn’t bad enough, you might as well taunt it to do its worse.

“I ain’ touching this foolishness, but do what you want.” Victor states, patting his hair down nervously.

Emma giddly begins to set up the Ouija board, placing tea candles around to enhance the spooky aesthetics.

Sophia, Emma and you place your hands lightly on the planchet and move it to ‘Hello’. As soon as the circle hovers over the greeting the fuse box blows out and all the lights switch off leaving nothing but the candles to provide some light.

“Oh my god!” Victor exclaims taking a deep breath in to calm his frazzled nerves. “Oh dear Jesus!” He exclaims once again, placing his hand over his heart. “Look at what y’all made me do! Y’all making me pray to Jesus!”

You couldn’t have been more grateful to have Victor with you- his terror filled scolding only pulling away your fright with his humours antics. “Relax Victor- he likes you remember.” You taunt wiggling your eyebrows making Victor to suck on his teeth in irritation.

“What’s your name?” Sophia asks, the planchet moved immediately.

J. A. C. K.

Sophia begins to grin at you. “Jack, are you the one haunting Y/n?”

The planchet slides to ‘Yes’

“Do you like Y/n?” Emma asks and the planchet circles and lands back on Yes.

“Will you hurt Y/n?” Victor asks and the planchet flys out from under the girls hands and lands on ‘no’

Leaving you behind with the Ouija board - the two girls scurry backwards into Victor, huddling together like baby birds in a nest, all holding each others hands in solidarity.

“What do you want?” You ask and the planchet slides.

Y. O. U.

The planchet slides off the table and all of the power switches on, lighting up the whole house. The old radio sitting in the corner switches on, a static sound blaring before the song ‘I’ll make love to you’ by Boys II Men begins to play. Your breath hitches in shock at the very brazen want expressed. You look over at Victor unsure on what to say, but he just shrugs his shoulders indifferently.

“You got yourself a lil ghost boyfriend.” He says with a little shimmy of the chest, immediately removing all of your stresses again. “Jay Jay, if you hurt my bestie we will exorcise this house.” He says.

The radio booms a static sound as the radio hums a new song ‘Never gonna let you down, Never gonna run around and desert you’ Victor sucks his teeth again.

“This bitch just Rick rolled me.” He says indignantly, immediately breaking all the tension hanging in the air, all three girls burst out laughing, returning back to the Ouija board.

“Guys- i don’t want to spell shit all night. Let’s download an EVP app so Jack can just talk.” Emma suggests pulling out her phone already tapping away at the App Store. She places the phone on top of the Ouija board, prompting Victor to ask his burning question.

“Why are you haunting Y/n?”

“Lonely.” Jack answers. Your heart just about jumps out of your throat. It’s not hard to imagine being stuck in the veil, watching the living go about life, not acknowledging you would be… torture. “I was wondering how much longer you were going to ignore me.” A shiver goes up your spine, knowing you were indeed trying to ignore Jack, hoping he will leave you alone.

“How’d you die?” Sophia asked, receiving slap to the arm from Emma. “Oh sorry, is that rude to ask?”

“I’m not actually dead, but I’m not alive either~” Jack answers ambiguously leaving you all to pass odd looks to each other. “Let’s just say, that witch craft was all the rage in the 90s and to never date a witch. Lesson. Learnt.”

Your mouth hangs open in shock.

You weren’t sure what you were more horrified by. The fact that Jack is becoming more coherent the longer you all engage him or by the fact that he’s the way he is because of… witch craft. The idea that you could be cursed in such a way was more terrifying than the idea of just dying and becoming a ghost.

“Can you show yourself?” You ask, causing Victor to place a death grip on your hand. “Just close your eyes Victor.” You say, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

You, Emma and Sophia, sit there with baited breaths, waiting for a creepy figure to appear before their eyes, and sure enough. Jacks misty ghost figure appears before your eyes, slowly he’s becoming more and more discernible. Emma and Sophia gasping in shock- causing Victor to almost crush your hand.

“What’s with that frowny face?” Jack coos, making your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“I just thought I might get to see you.” You whisper, feeling his cold hand rake through your hair. Slowly, the transparent soul becomes more opaque, his body clad with baggy cargos and a baggy hoodie which is pulled up showing nothing but a black void. “Where’s your face?” You ask, reaching up to touch where his face should be, but Jack catches your wrists and holds your hand.

“Can’t show that to you boo - seeing a ghosts face means certain death for humans.” Your skin grows goose bumps. Hearing Jacks voice directly from the source, rather than through an EVP.

Jack leans in and whispers in your ear. “The more you acknowledge me- the more energy I get. Offerings and prayers will replenish my spirit.”

And just like that Jack disappeared.

Leaving your friends in shock at what they had witnessed.

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

excerpts from ch. 66 “phoenix, part two: too long the songs have been silent”

the boys help Gareth through the worst day of his life.

I bawled like a baby the entire time I was writing this. just need everyone to have love and support and good friends like these in their lives; consider this me trying to manifest them for you.

TW: accidental drug overdose (no lasting harm done to anyone)

“What do we do?” Jeff whispered. “Should we take him to the hospital?”

Grant shrugged. “Honestly? We should probably just get him home and let him sleep it off.”

“Is that safe?” Eddie managed to choke out.

“Dude, I read all the junk my mom got from the pharmacy. I don’t think he actually took a very big dose,” Grant informed them. “He’s probably only loopy ‘cause he’s never had anything like this before. But he should be okay.” He paused. “As long as he keeps breathing.”

“That’s not very goddamn helpful, Grant!” Jeff snapped.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Grant shouted back. “It’s not like they can pump his stomach at this point!”

“Okay,” Eddie interrupted. “Okay. Let’s take him home and let him sleep, and we’ll all stay with him and make sure he’s all right, and if anything gets weird then we take him straight to the hospital. Okay?” He gently brushed a hand through Gareth’s hair, picking out the leaves still tangled in his curls.

Jeff and Grant both nodded. But Jeff spoke up one more time. “What are we gonna tell his mom?”

Eddie shrugged. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Help me lift him, I’ll carry him to the car.”

“I got him.” Grant easily hefted Gareth piggyback style onto his shoulders. “Hang on tight, dude.”

“Don’ wanna go,” Gareth wept. “Like it here.”

“Too bad. We’re taking you home.” Grant wrinkled his nose. “Dude, you reek. You’re getting a shower, first thing, whether you want one or not.”

“‘M tired.”

“You’re also stinky. And your hair’s a mess,” Jeff chimed in.

“Man, fuck all y’all.” Gareth swatted at Jeff, missing him by a mile. “Hate you guys.”

Grant actually giggled. “You do not. You totally love us. We’re your best friends.”

“We love you too, nerd,” Eddie told him. “Kinda wish you’d told us how bad it was before you decided to buy drugs from Rick, though.”

~ * ~

Grant punched one of the pillows to fluff it up. “We should probably go check on him,” he suggested. “Just in case.” He didn’t make a move in the direction of the bathroom, though, and Jeff didn’t seem inclined to either. Eddie sighed again.

“I’ll do it, if you guys are too embarrassed.” He shook his head, snorting a little laugh. “Not like I have anything resembling dignity anymore. Be right back.” He could hear the shower running from outside the bathroom door, but no other noise, and Gareth didn’t answer when he knocked. “You better say something,” Eddie called through the door. “If you don’t answer me in ten seconds, I’m coming in.”

He waited. Silence.

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He stepped into the bathroom, kicking aside the dirty clothes on the floor, and perched on top of the closed toilet lid. “You awake in there?”

Still no answer.

“Dude, say something,” Eddie demanded worriedly. “Are you okay?”

Gareth didn’t respond, but now Eddie could discern, almost but not quite masked by the running water, the sound of quiet sobbing. He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to think what he ought to do.

“Do you need help?” he eventually offered. “Want me to wash your hair?”

Gareth croaked out something that almost passed for a laugh, and finally spoke. “No thanks.”

“I know that seems like a really fucking weird thing for me to say, but, like… sometimes I can’t do it. When I’m really depressed. Sometimes it’s too hard.” Eddie fiddled with the toilet paper roll, twirling it round and round. “And Wayne will come in and wash my hair for me, so it’s one less thing I have to do. If that makes any sense. Once Dustin even did it for me. So it’s not, like… I’m not trying to be weird. But I’ll help you if you need it. It’s okay if you need help.”

He heard another little broken sob and a few sniffles before Gareth answered. “I don’t need help, but… you, um. You could maybe stay. In here. If that’s okay.”

“Yeah, man.” Eddie started drawing a picture of Godzilla on the fogged-up mirror. “Are you hungry?”

“Nah.”

“Too bad. I’m starving.” He was only half joking. “Think your folks would make us breakfast later?”

“Probably.” Gareth cleared his throat. “Mom might even bake you cookies or something. For bringing me home.”

“I will never turn down homemade cookies,” Eddie laughed.

~ * ~

Gareth insisted he could manage getting dressed on his own, but when ten minutes had passed and he hadn’t appeared, Eddie got antsy. He knocked on the bathroom door again, calling loudly, “I’m coming in again, dude, so cover up anything you don’t want me to see.” He found Gareth slumped on the closed toilet lid with his head resting against the wall, sound asleep. He’d managed to get his underwear on and one leg into his sweatpants, but that was it. Eddie chuckled, and called out for the guys to come give him a hand.

He steadied Gareth while Jeff helped him get his pants on, and Grant laughed “arms up!” and pulled a shirt over his head as if he was a little child. Then Eddie rummaged through the cabinets until he found a comb and some sort of moisturizing hair treatment. He scooped out a palmful and rubbed it through Gareth’s hair. It smelled like green apples.

“Whatcha doin’?” Gareth murmured, already half asleep again.

Eddie shrugged. “Chrissy always puts conditioner and shit in my hair when she washes it. Says it makes it easier to get the tangles out.” He started carefully working the comb through his friend’s curls, gently easing out a knot. “You need a haircut, my dude.”

Gareth scoffed. “You. You can’t say… nothin’ about anyone’s hair.” He rubbed his eyes. “‘M tired, Eddie.”

“I know, buddy. Lemme just finish this, and then you can go to sleep.” He combed out another little snarl. “Hey Gare?”

“Hmm?”

“Be honest.” Eddie swallowed hard. “Did you take all those pills on purpose?”

Gareth shook his head emphatically no. “I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to… y’know. Hurt myself. Really only wanted to forget.” Impatiently he swiped tears from his face. “Pretty stupid, huh?”

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean, yeah, it wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve ever done, but I can kinda understand what you were trying for. Just— promise me you won’t ever do anything like that again, okay? Please?”

“Yeah, okay. Promise.”

“And I don’t ever wanna hear any more of that ‘the Party always comes first’ bullshit, either, okay? You’re my brother, man. I love you. Whenever you need me, I’m here for you, got that?”

Gareth wiped his eyes again. “Got it.”

“Good.” Eddie helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you to bed now, huh?” He held his friend’s arm to steady him as they made their way to his room, where Gareth crawled straight into bed and burrowed under the blankets. By unspoken agreement they all piled in with him, Grant next to him at the head, Eddie and Jeff settling in at the foot.

Gareth nestled into Grant, curling around him like he was a giant teddy bear. He tucked his feet under Jeff’s ankles and closed his eyes. “Love you guys,” he mumbled against Grant’s shirt. In seconds he was asleep.

Eddie smiled. Grant sighed. Jeff sniffled a little bit. They all sat quietly, just listening to Gareth breathing, and when Maggie poked her head into the room to check on them some time later, that was how she found them.

[honeybunniesofoats]

YOU ASKED FOR ASK SO

I SHALL HARESASS YOU

(if you dont wanna asnwer some of these just say n/a)

0: Height

1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

0: 4’10 n a half

1: 13

2: 6

3: no

4: no

5: no

6: like 11 😾

7: no

8: maybe some day

9: yes

10: maybe some more

11: my brothers n my friends xavier phoenix sereana n mia (sry can’t pick just one)

12: single pringle

13: liking bunnies

14: being mean or judgmental

15: ponyo n the mitchells vs the machines

16: treat me well

17: my cousin miles so him at thanksgiving n i already miss him again

18: n/a

19: im impatient n immature but im cute so it’s fine

20: sometimes the simplest things feel overwhelming to me

21: that always look on bright side of things

22: a dad

23: AMAZINGGGGGG THEYRE THE BEST

24: also very good!

25: something to do with bunnies

26: not turning off lights in rooms u aren’t using

27: n/a

28: orange stupid hair small hands

29: insecurities

30: homework

31: “slay”

32: “squelch”

33: smart dependable

34: everything girl y’all flawless

35: tall n able to pick me up

36: europe or where i am now

37: taking a long time to do certain things

38: veterinarian

39: strawberry

40: i only wanna be me

41: here with my family

42: celery

43: conan gray

44: bunny teeth never stop growing

thanks for these they were fun :))

[bowl-of-shortness]

Victor and little Pandora's last meeting, I just gotta read that. And if not that, then Noah and Pandora talking about one feeling ostracized by others!

Boy oh boy here come the feels y’all, we’ll see if I’ll be able to do this.

Something is missing

He couldn’t keep up with this for much longer.

Hell, even Pandora had noticed his odd behavior, but is wasn’t hard for her to when he’d been essentially shooing her away and over to Arthur. She’d always been a smart child, sometimes a little too smart for her own good.

He watched as his youngest sibling fiddled around with a clock, carefully taking it apart to look at the parts for her own entertainment. She was eight now, how is that even possible? Eight years, gone like that.

Eight years and he still had no idea what he was doing.

It was different, when he was younger, his mistakes were passed off as him simply being a kid. But in his own mind he found it hard to do that as a teenager. The kingdoms were expecting the best from him, he was supposed to be the next lord after his mother. His mother seemingly had no issue with taking on everything, she did it with grace and kindness. But it was hard to stay kind towards people who are constantly whispering about you.

He never knew what they were whispering about. But he could only assume given the treatment from his tutors and teachers. They were harsh towards him, and frustrated that he couldn’t understand the material they were giving him. He was frustrated with himself for not understanding the material. How could he ever be lord of nine kingdoms if he couldn’t even understand the principles of government?

They were going to put him in a position of power anyways, whether or not he was prepared to be put there, he knew that. Why they would continue to put him in place of his mother was beyond him. It was stupid, and not to mention dangerous. He was a depressed and anxious mess, it wasn’t just dangerous for him, it was dangerous for everyone!

It was then that the terrifying thought occurred to him.

If he was put into power, the kingdom would be incredibly vulnerable due to his unknowing in how to govern. Which could lead to another similar situation to the one that happened with the Lockwoods. The stories had been told to him again and again, about how his aunts and uncles, his grandparents, everyone except his mom and aunt, had been murdered that night. How the kingdoms were in ruin and chaos after the Lockwoods took over.

How could he sit by and let it happen again, completely powerless to stop any of it? He knew they were probably waiting, waiting for their opening.

What could he do?

Victor looks over at his siblings, laughing and chatting along with one another. And a second thought dawns on him. He won’t be able to convince them to change which one of them should be heir, but he could force them to. He wouldn’t just throw this onto another one of his siblings, he had to choose who to talk to and gain their opinion on it.

Without letting on about his idea.

Looking at his siblings, he thinks to himself.

Vesper and Henry had explicitly said they never wanted to be lord or lady of the kingdom.

Theodore and Ellie were unfortunately too rowdy for the job.

And Harriet and Pandora were far too young.

That left Arthur. The one with big dreams for Morgana. He had always asked for Victor to relay what he learned to him, and ultimately that’s how Victor actually learned. By repeating it back to Arthur and having Arthur explain it to him.

He was the best equipped for it. So he’d talk to him.

It was nighttime now, and Victor laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His suspicion was correct, Arthur’s dream was to either be lord of Morgana or to serve next to Victor as his right hand. They had a family photo taken, it happened at noon, and he could see just how tired he looked. He knew his smile was fake, and he thinks Pandora knew too, judging by her stubbornness of not wanting to leave his side.

He loved his family, loved his country, but he couldn’t keep up.

His love for both of those things is exactly why he planned to leave once it struck midnight. He had everything he needed packed, everything else was going to stay here. And soon, he heard the grandfather clock chime, and he gets up and grabs his briefcase of things.

Heading out of his room, he walks down the hall and eventually arrives in the front foyer, quietly making his way over to the two large double doors. He reaches for the handle, until,

“Victor?” A small voice says quietly, despite the quietness, it makes him jump violently. He quickly turns around to be met with tired and curious golden eyes.

Pandora.

“Ah… Pan, what’re you doing out here? It’s midnight?”

“I couldn’t sleep again…”

Right. She was an insomniatic child. She struggled with night terrors and the inability to sleep.

Leaving could wait for a little bit, if he was going to say goodbye, at least it would be to the one person who noticed his odd behavior. He walks up to Pandora and pats her head.

“Here, I’ll see you back to bed.”

“Okay, but why are you up?”

“I… couldn’t sleep either.”

“Why are you dressed like you’re going out?”

Shit, why did she have to be so observant?

“I didn’t realize, I guess I was so tired I forgot to change.” He laughs nervously.

“Oh, okay.” She seemed to accept the answer.

The two make their way back to Pandoras room, and he picks her up and tucks her into bed. He then sits on the edge of the bed and rubs her head. He thinks for a moment, before deciding to tell her his goodbye.

“Pandora, even if there are those who seek to rid you of your existence, you will find a way to persevere. However, it’s up to you whether you do good or bad in the world. I hope, when the opportunity comes, you choose good. I love you.”

He gives her a quick peck on the forehead before heading towards the door to the bedroom, he opens it, and just before closing it, tells her a simple,

“Goodnight Pandora.”

“Goodnight Victor” and thus she turns over and goes to sleep.

Victor heads back towards he front foyer, and making sure the coast is clear, opens the double doors and leaves the mansion.

He sheds a few tears on his way out of the kingdom.

And then, boards the train.

Never to be seen again for the next 14 years.

Pandora, now 18, has her back against the door, knees close to her chest, crying. In the background there are yells and sounds of things being thrown.

Things hadn’t ever been the same since he left, things became a living nightmare for everyone, particularly her.

And she can’t help but wonder what might’ve happened if she didn’t accept his answer and kept pushing for information.

Eventually, she tidies herself up, wipes away the tears, and quietly slips out of her room. She walks towards what was Victor’s room, a room that always brought her comfort whenever people were fighting. She opens the door to the abandoned room, closing it behind her and sitting on the floor.

Pandora looks around, seeing all the things he left, she was the only one who’d come in here, the only one who kept the place clean and tidy for the one day that he might arrive home again. But everyday that hope was dwindling.

She’s lost in her thoughts until she sees something shiny, shimmering underneath the small patch of moonlight coating the area. She’d never seen that before, it was in one of her old hiding spots, when the two would play hide and seek.

She crawls over to the area and grabs the shining object, picking it up. Dusting it off, she realizes that it was a journal.

She read for what seemed like hours, reading through the pages her eldest brother poured his heart into, until eventually, she reaches the end.

This… this can’t be it, there has to be more than one journal. She re-reads the last sentence of the last page.

“I will be leaving these journals all around Selcouth I hope. My next destination is hopefully an inn in the next neighboring kingdom, Myalis.”

Myalis… that was a ways away from here. But she had to try. This was the only lead she had, that they had, after so long.

Taking the journal, she runs back to her room and grabs a piece of paper, hastily writing down a neat letter. She explains what she found, what she wants her family to do in her absence, how she’s felt about the whole situation, and when she’ll be back.

“I will come back under three conditions: There is a bigger cause for concern than finding Victor, I haven’t been able to find anything on him at all, or if I find him dead or alive and have answers. If I find him alive, I will ask if he wants to come home, I can’t promise he will though. - Pandora”

And with that, she packs her things and quietly sneaks out the front foyer’s double doors.

She arrives at the train station soon after she leaves, and boards the train.

And begins a journey of her own.

[liliansun]

day 17/365 of haechan appreciation~

the sunflower urge to gatekeep is strong today (once again)

i'll be honest - i hate writing in anything other than black.

6 questions for a bored/procrastinating sunflower :)... lilac i'm expecting answers btw and i'll share mine below

what are your three favourite hairstyles/hair colours on haechan and tell me why in detail

how would you describe haechan to a friend?

if haechan were a demon, what are the five items (doesn't necessarily have to be 'items' either) you're using in the pentagram to summon him?

6 reasons why you like him? (short answers. bullet points. essays - just give my man some loooove)

if you had haechan as a contact in your phone, what would his contact name be?

what do you think people overlook or may miss about haechan? something you wish he got more credit for? (something like that - 'you may miss at first glance if you're not looking at him the way I am' kinda thing)

fuck. so many options. i want him to do that silver/white hair colour again from superhuman and get appreciated more for it. loved that red on him. purple too...... black. i don't actually know.

i think an actual conversation i've had about him is - *onslaught of photos* he's my baby. what do you think of him? // i approve. he's pretty. // i'm glad you know.

personally - kimchi jjigae, his camera, renjun, bucket hat, anything remotely related to michael jackson.

always wins. incredibly clever and witty. belongs on stage (everywhere) - he just knows where to look/how to act etc. articulate speaker. his smile and laughs. SO RNB ORIENTATED.

here's his options; (1) jjigae (2) beba (3) kiddo (4) baby (5) sunshine sunmine (not really it just came to my head) (6) the reason i'm going to die an early death

he's seriously overworked (not a secret) but i think he thrives from it? like take his hiatus for example - it was like he was restless throughout the whole thing. i think his stage has oddly become his comfort space?

listen, purple is my favourite colour but this just does not feel right.

Listen, having to change my color palette on the app doesn’t make it any better 😭 OKAY OKAY LEMME ANSWER.

1. PURPLE. it’s my favorite color overall so it’s kinda 🤭biased but purple hyuck really has a special place in my heart. Black haired hyuck makes me..feral. Like I literally become another thing I’m not even human atp I might as well be a dog bc I’m barking and howling at the moon for black haired hyuck. Lastly (and I don’t think we’ve gotten this like in actuality but have had a taste of it) I want BLUE HAIRED HYUCK. y’all know Jeno and Nana and even mark ROCK The blue hair,, just let hyuck have it please I’ll literally PAY. 👰‍♀️

2. (This is giving me butterflies just thinking about it) okay how would I describe him to a friend,, I’d probably say he’s the light on the darkest days. His smile instantly brings smiles to everyone around him and he’s funny,,the kind of funny that makes your stomach hurt when you laugh too much. He’s kind and caring and the most considerate person I think I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet and boy is he clingy, but if he wanted me to I’d hold him and never let him go and tell him how much he is appreciated and loved and how deserving he is of all he has and will become.

3. IF HYUCK WAS A DEMON PLEASE LET HIM BE MY DEMON PLEASE EITHER HIM OR RENJUN LETS BE HONEST. Ehm I’ll be setting up my lil pentagram w ofc a steaming hot bowl of kimchi jjigae, the nail ring the dreamies wear, a hoverboard from chewing gum, a Michael Jackson vinyl (thriller ofc) and probably doyoung so hyuck has something to do when I’m at work 🤭

4. Only 6?? Okay,, that’ll be hard but I’ll narrow it down. (1) his dedication to his music and performances makes my heart feel full (2) his laugh, oh boy his laugh really just replays in my head whenever I hear it sometime throughout the day on a video or etc. god I love his laugh. (3) the way he loves and takes care of his younger members in nct but also cherishes and absorbs all the love from the older (specifically 127) members. (4) his teasing of his members and even the fans, he just knows which buttons to push and when to stop and I cannot tell you how bad I’ve laughed w this boy just egging the dreamies (5) his entire fucking existence likee 🤕🫶 (6) his voice,, it literally gives me chills and I cannot describe the serotonin boost I get when I see him on my feed,, also his stage presence?? IMMACULATE. FUCKING. IMMACULATE.

5. POOKIE BEAR is one, hyuck 🫶 is another, the bane of my existence (affectionate) is another one I think of a lot, baby daddy is def a crowd favorite and lastly my sun 🫶

6. Honestly I wish people paid more attention to him when he’s feeling dejected and idk if it’s obvious, but he deals w a lot (I’m not him so idk this factually but I think it’s worse w the dreamies) and kinda keeps to himself when he looks like he’s down in his mood and it’s just sad bc people love him and appreciate him but at the same time walk all over him and it’s just sad,, I just think sometimes some things are taken too far and it hurts him more than we know—so I want people to appreciate the fact that he takes shit w a grain of salt when it comes to some things

[punkscowardschampions]

Sylke pt.3

Sylvie: 😍😍😍 how do you feel now?

Jake: Simultaneously the most dead and alive I’ve ever felt

Sylvie: That’s the best way to describe it, maybe the only way

Jake: You do something completely indescribable to me

Sylvie: I plan to do that to you every day, as often as I can

Jake: Constantly, a different crime and scene every day

Sylvie: I’m beyond jealous you get to be there in front of them, covered in your cum

Jake: I’ll cover you in it, wherever and whenever you want

Sylvie: You’ve unlocked my potential, not even I knew I could be like this

Jake: I didn’t know anything could feel like that

Sylvie: We’ll get through every school day together, every day can be like this party, I’ll keep you feeling this

Jake: Like it’s my birthday instead of [that girl]’s

Sylvie: Not saving up anything only for your birthday, fuck that

Sylvie: there’s nothing you can’t have, anywhere and anytime 

Jake: I miss seeing you already

Sylvie: You can call me again, when you’re going to sleep

Jake: Stay awake

Sylvie: All night

Jake: [say it back in french obvs]

Sylvie: Think about our first lesson back

Jake: [saying whatever it is, because you are thinking about it, lol are we gonna be kind and let you have one in the literal AM or will we make you wait, teehee, love that it’s gonna be either thurs or fri respectively, shoutout to these school night antics]

Sylvie: [we have a 50/50 chance so it’ll probably be an AM one if not the literal first tbh]

Jake: [soz not soz kids that you will fall asleep at some point though because y’all are not sober and in the OG when Jake stayed up all night was when he had a seizure in front of her and we’re not doing that at school or yet]

Sylvie: [you will but that doesn’t matter right now whilst you’re having a lovely time fantasising how this will be]

Sylvie: I can stare at you for hours

Jake: I won’t mind

Sylvie: You don’t, you want me to like you

Jake: And talking is overrated sometimes

Sylvie: I do like talking to you though, that wasn’t flirting

Jake: You like listening too, when I am

Sylvie: The identity crisis was boring without you

Jake: You practically instigated mine, not enjoying yours without me is the least you could do

Sylvie: I’ll take the credit but a bit hollow when I know about [refing his seizures via the venues/times like he did]

Jake: You can take the credit for [the date and venue of tonight] not being added to the list

Sylvie: I accept that, happily

Jake: I was convinced

Jake: until I saw you and I felt so different straight away

Sylvie: You sound like you’re talking shit but

Sylvie: I’ve felt it too, the difference

Jake: My mother used to say my father was watching over us, when we were younger and needed the comfort, I never felt it

Jake: but now I understand, it’s like you’re still here in this room

Sylvie: You mean that?

Jake: I think using a dead relative just to flirt would be a disownable offence in anyone’s book

Sylvie: Undoubtedly 

Sylvie: but that’s just such a nice feeling to have given you, even if I don’t understand exactly how so I’m scared I won’t be able to do it again 

Jake: You do it all the time

Jake: you give me the same feelings as thinking about going to Paris does, I couldn’t draw a line to separate them anymore even if I wanted to 

Sylvie: Paris is the only place that makes sense 

Sylvie: when can we go? It’s easy to get there, too easy

Jake: We can afford to go already

Jake: [and tell her how much of your bar mitzvah money you have saved, like in the OG, because like in the OG it was only about a year ago cos usually 12 or 13 when *appaz a boy is 13 and a girl is 12 according to what I just read, so good to know]

Sylvie: See, I love that you’re Jewish 

Sylvie: So when are you taking me?

Jake: I might believe that if you came to my party

Sylvie: Did you do the whole cliche party?

Sylvie: what part of the Torah did you read?

Jake: [give her all the party deets because we all know his mum went in with it (as much as she could when they are not rich so it’s not that jewish cliche) and it was even bigger and better than his sister’s, soz girl]

Jake: Do you want me to read it for you now?

Sylvie: You know it off by heart? 

Sylvie: Teachers pet always

Jake: [send her a voice note because they have to memorise it so of course he still knows it]

Jake: everybody has to learn theirs off by heart though, sorry you’ll have to make fun of my [something else at this party instead like the colour scheme or theme or his ootd hehe]

Sylvie: Oh

Sylvie: what does it mean?

Jake: [idk about that but tell her because you do]

Sylvie: I can’t make fun of you, that’s interesting 

Sylvie: maybe if I see some pictures but it’s not long enough ago you’d be truly dorky

Jake: You’ll have to check out the gallery wall

Sylvie: Are you inviting me over to your place?

Jake: I told you it’s no Paris, but yeah sure, before we head there

Sylvie: As you didn’t invite me to your bar mitzvah, it’ll have to do 

Jake: I only invited [it’s giving Sam, the boy from earlier and a couple/few other people cos the point is most of most of his friendships aren’t that deep, even with China, you’ve probably only been going out with her like 6 months ish I imagine, less than a year anyway]

Sylvie: Just close friends, that’s cute

Sylvie: [tell him what you did for your 13th even though I’m sure it was very casual so tell him about a younger bday when you did something with your parents, giving Paris ballet energy]

Jake: [be asking her genuine questions because you’re genuinely interested in getting to know her more and her life but do it in french for fun like you’re having another awks french convo to make it seem more fun and casual]

Sylvie: [just do this for a minute like nerds, having a genuinely lovely time]

Sylvie: I can’t handle you

Jake: [mhmm, ignoring this party entirely at this point to be on his phone chatting away]

Jake: You did

Jake: I don’t have a memory of you struggling to

Sylvie: There wasn’t room in my head to be scared about something like that, a thing I wanted when all I’ve had is shit that I’d never for too long

Jake: When did you start thinking about me?

Sylvie: The first time we talked, you were so frustrating

Sylvie: but you hadn’t awkwardly ignored the topic or done the whole poor you routine

Jake: I knew there are other people out in the world like me, us, my mother would have the numbers for support groups stuck to the fridge if I let her but

Jake: when Sam did that, and it was you

Jake: I didn’t know what to say

Sylvie: You can admit that you thought all those people would be sad, I won’t snitch on you

Jake: I thought they’d be older or really little kids

Jake: and either way, I’d have nothing in common with any of them

Sylvie: The odds weren’t stacked in our favour, no

Sylvie: I wanted to know, not because I was morbidly curious but I just gave a shit, you shared something, when you didn’t have to

Jake: I chose to keep this a secret so I don’t get to complain about how isolating it is, I guess, but I didn’t realise how badly I wanted to talk about stuff until we were

Sylvie: There’s no best of both worlds, is why, you want to talk in a real way, that’s not what the majority of people are going to give you

Sylvie: and I’m not bragging, it’s just the truth

Jake: You can brag a little, if you want

Sylvie: You can tell me how much you like talking to me again

Jake: If I talked to you exclusively I think I’d be much better off

Sylvie: When we first get to Paris 

Sylvie: I’d say start now but that’ll be harder to get away with

Jake: Yeah, I can’t claim mutism as a symptom or side effect of a sickness nobody but you knows I have

Sylvie: And you don’t wanna commit to being that much of an asshole

Jake: Maybe I should, it feels like everyone else is

Sylvie: I’d be selfish to suggest you do

Sylvie: let everyone else wash over you, not me, deal

Jake: One of us needs to be selfish or we’ll never get to Paris, not for real

Sylvie: I know how much room I’m taking up in your brain, and that already makes me feel so

Sylvie: it won’t be long before I make you swear you’ll only talk to me, put it that way

Jake: You won’t have to make me

Sylvie: You’re still at the party, and you’re talking to me

Jake: I’ll be talking to you in my sleep too probably

Sylvie: We’ve had enough practice keeping it in our head, you’ll be okay

Jake: Okay until the next time I eat hummus, which is a household staple, by the way 

Sylvie: I could have guessed that

Sylvie: You’ll like thinking about me then, I know it

Jake: Everything I like about Paris, you embody

Sylvie: What do you like about Paris? And me

Jake: What don’t I?

Jake: It’s the best possible place for me

Sylvie: That’s true, you’re so easy to picture there

Jake: I can’t picture myself there without you

Sylvie: I’m struggling to picture myself without you

Sylvie: but maybe that’s the one-track mind that must be an unknown symptom 

Jake: I forgot to thank you for turning the lights off for me, that symptom must be contagious

Sylvie: You’re welcome

Sylvie: though rude to remind me we’re not alone in the dark

Jake: Paris is the rudest city, I’ve got to start somewhere

Sylvie: City of light too, better views though than [the bday girl]’s front room

Jake: The view from her window was pretty cool sometimes

Sylvie: If it wasn’t so batshit insane for me to turn back up in her garden right now

Jake: You could tell me to go home, that wouldn’t be

Sylvie: You absolutely should

Sylvie: for your health

Jake: We do have school tomorrow

Sylvie: A school night, no less, can’t believe you’re there

Jake: My sister has phoned me [an insane number] times

Jake: that’s insane

Sylvie: She really is auditioning to be your new mammy

Sylvie: if anyone should be blowing up your phone, it should be me

Jake: I called you, you’ve still got [the number] to beat

Sylvie: A challenge

Sylvie: If I call you every other time I’m thinking about you, that should do it

Jake: It’s what Paris would do, the city of love

Sylvie: We’ve got all night, we’re not sleeping

Jake: You’ve got all my attention, whatever I’m doing

Sylvie: then I’m going to have to come in and study with you or your grades are gonna slip

Sylvie: what did you end up doing that day?

Jake: They’ll slip more if we study together

Sylvie: Fine, no studying, no school, how’s that sound?

Jake: Cool with me

Sylvie: There’s no such thing as crying wolf now, I’ve got a free pass, thanks Sam

Jake: And I could cry to the teachers whenever I want now too

Sylvie: Right, I’d almost forgot, you can

Sylvie: so where are we going first?

Jake: My place or yours?

Sylvie: Is your mam going to be at work?

Jake: 24/7 basically

Sylvie: Does she still love the job?

Jake: She wouldn’t own up to hating it, not to me

Sylvie: But what do you think?

Jake: She’s good at it but I don’t know that she has ever loved it

Sylvie: You don’t want to be an obligation like that

Jake: I’ve already been one, her having to raise me singlehandedly

Jake: this is too much added extra

Sylvie: At least your sister was in on that one too

Sylvie: you can handle this yourself though, she’ll fight that at first but then she’ll be grateful

Jake: Talia acts like she’s 10 years older when she’s trying to boss me around but she isn’t actually old enough to be my surrogate mother

Jake: or my respite carer either

Sylvie: She’ll have to focus on Uni before long, things will chill out

Jake: And her boyfriend, he throws worse tantrums than yours over being ignored

Sylvie: Excuse you, you can’t talk to me like that unless you’re my boyfriend

Jake: You’ll have to say goodbye to [this boy] first

Sylvie: He’d asked me out a few times before, in the summer 

Jake: You said no?

Sylvie: I said I just wanted to keep hanging as friends

Jake: And then you wanted a distraction from me

Sylvie: Not very nice, I know

Sylvie: but it’s not like I’ve told him this is serious, not everyone is as dramatic as you and your girlfriend

Jake: We are serious

Jake: were serious

Jake: I don’t know

Sylvie: Sorry, not meant to be bringing it up, you know what I mean

Jake: It’s our [whatever month anniversary they are on, and his pretentious / way of writing the date, however soon we want that to occur tehe]

Sylvie: Okay

Jake: I’m sorry, for bringing that up

Jake: it just doesn’t seem real

Sylvie: You’re fine but I don’t have anything to say to it

Sylvie: a congrats would be disingenuous at this point

Jake: You’d have something to say if I pretended I was fine

Sylvie: It’s not but I’ll look like I have ulterior motives if I so bluntly tell you what you should do now

Jake: [his friend] had no qualms

Jake: he wouldn’t shut up telling me what we, he and I, were going to do or not do

Sylvie: Yeah?

Jake: What do you think his ulterior motive is?

Sylvie: Hmm

Sylvie: Well, I don’t think you’d have not punched him if he offered to take China off your hands, pacifist and all

Sylvie: tell me

Jake: I was close to using derogatory language if not an act of violence, he got in there first and I wouldn’t have been able to compete though

Jake: he’s offering me a free pass, in his head, to have my cake and eat it

Jake: a fitting analogy for the setting but

Sylvie: I think that’s what lads think they’re meant to do, to be a mate, in fairness

Jake: He’s known me since I was [however old]

Jake: if he isn’t sure how to be my friend by now, that I’m not a lad who would think it’s cool to treat girls (or anyone) like he’s saying I should… 

Sylvie: No, sure, he should have had more of a think before opening his mouth

Sylvie: he might’ve panicked is all I’m suggesting

Jake: Yeah, we all panicked

Sylvie: What would you have done, in his position?

Jake: Listened

Jake: he didn’t ask me what I wanted to do, he assumed I needed him to bail me out

Sylvie: Keen to be owed a favour, is that what you’re saying?

Jake: If I’m being paranoid it’s your fault, you told me all my friends suck

Sylvie: It’s more literally my fault than that but yeah

Sylvie: you can still tell her, you probably lectured him, you’ll get the outcome you want

Jake: I’m being unfair, he’s trying to be a good friend and I’m second guessing why

Sylvie: You just feel guilty right now

Sylvie: give him benefit of the doubt about this until you have a clearer head

Jake: I’ll talk to him again tomorrow

Sylvie: When your heads clear too

Sylvie: I didn’t mean to drink as much as I did

Jake: But if he uses the same words for you sober, I will have to punch him

Sylvie: What did he call me then

Jake: I’m not calling you it, I didn’t drink enough

Sylvie: You said you’d punch him, that’s hot enough

Jake: I didn’t like what he said or the way he said it

Sylvie: It’s nothing to do with me then, just being a good feminist

Jake: Officially, but unofficially, I just want to hurt him for saying something that would hurt you

Sylvie: Even if he turns out to be an okay friend to you, I don’t need to like him

Jake: I don’t need other friends

Sylvie: None of your friends will ever be as good for you as me, I can stand by that

Jake: If they ever mention Paris I’m hiding their passports

Sylvie: It’s ours

Sylvie: I’m not sharing either of you

Jake: So you do like me?

Sylvie: I don’t want you to think that was an act

Sylvie: but you’re different, from what I thought you were

Jake: I put on an act, you never have

Sylvie: You’re cool, when you don’t

Jake: Thanks

Sylvie: It’s not just about wanting you inside of me, even if that factors heavily

Sylvie: I don’t just feel that out of nowhere, you know

Jake: I know you better than [his friend who is calling her all sorts] does, even if I don’t know you well enough yet

Sylvie: You can ask me anything

Sylvie: en Francais or otherwise

Jake: I can’t decide where to start asking you everything

Sylvie: There’s too much

Sylvie: you can come over and I’ll show you all my favourite things

Jake: [mention some like oh yay these because you always have to talk about things you like in french class like lol because we know damn well she just said them and they aren’t her actual faves they’re just words she could remember]?

Sylvie: God, I really should stop phoning it in

Sylvie: the French are going to think I’m such a basic bitch

Jake: They’ll think you’re the coolest

Jake: it’ll be a problem, with the whole not sharing thing

Sylvie: Your French friends might be cooler but

Jake: Impossible, it’s the same word because it’s true whatever country or language we’re in

Sylvie: You never want to share

Jake: Only with you, none of you

Sylvie: Good answer

Jake: Teacher’s pet can be a good thing

Sylvie: I wondered how long it’d take for this kink to rear its head again

Jake: Kinkshaming is very uncool

Sylvie: I would never

Sylvie: you wait until I get into it and your homework is always done and I make you go to school every day

Jake: I can’t wait for my mother to meet you

Jake: you’re such a good influence

Sylvie: I won’t pretend to be one

Sylvie: but as far as anyone else knows, minus your one friend

Jake: Who’s pretending?

Jake: You’re exactly what I need, you’re Paris

Sylvie: Do you really want me to meet your mother?

Jake: And my sister, when she stops being a 

Jake: insert your favourite anti-feminist insult

Sylvie: I want to see how you are with them

Jake: Oh no, I don’t think I want you to see that

Jake: you’ll go back to your boyfriend

Sylvie: My parents have babied me, you would still wanna take me upstairs, or outside or to the bathroom

Jake: I’ll baby you, I don’t kinkshame anyone

Sylvie: I don’t know what I like

Sylvie: everything, when it comes to you, apparently

Jake: We’ll find out together what you like

Sylvie: I don’t like that you know things I don’t

Jake: I don’t know anything about you that you don’t

Jake: and I’m learning about myself with you

Sylvie: It feels like you know, and I’m not angry about that, I want to get you as well as you do me

Jake: It felt different to anything else I’ve ever done, not in a it is with everyone kinda way, because I was

Sylvie: I’ve kissed other people, it feels like we did so much more, I can’t even put words to it

Jake: I’ve tried to put lyrics to it and I can’t either

Sylvie: How can I help you write a song about me?

Sylvie: I need you to now

Jake: Kiss me again

Sylvie: I would have, all night

Jake: I would’ve touched you

Jake: I don’t care if it’s a trigger

Sylvie: I’m not leaving, whatever happens, I can handle you, you’re right

Jake: I’d let them cut a piece of my brain out if it meant I could keep kissing you

Sylvie: Is it insensitive to say kissing you feels like that?

Sylvie: no thoughts, just how you felt and were making me feel

Jake: Maybe but who would I report you to?

Jake: you’re really sensitive in the ways that matter, I could feel that

Sylvie: You can only sing about me, for now

Jake: Can you? I don’t know that about you yet

Sylvie: A little, I don’t think I’m tone deaf

Jake: Sing me something

Sylvie: Why do I like that, fuck, okay

Sylvie: [idk what you’re going to just that it has to be French, thanks dutch courage that you’re doing that acapella and on the fly lol]

Jake: How were you so ready to just do that, like that?

Sylvie: You wanted me to, it’s easier to sing when you feel how I do 

Jake: See, this is why you’re Paris

Sylvie: I’ll sing for you whenever you want, it feels good right in my centre, is that how it feels for you?

Jake: Wait until you sing with me

Sylvie: Show me how to control my breathing properly

Jake: I’ll show you exactly what to do

Sylvie: We’ll sound so good together

Jake: I can still hear how you were breathing every time I have to take my own breath without you around

Sylvie: I’m out of breath now

Sylvie: it’s like you make me sicker than my actual illness ever could, and that feels unreal, I feel addicted to being near you, does that make sense?

Jake: Totally

Sylvie: Be my biggest problem, Jake

Jake: You used my name

Sylvie: I did

Jake: Be mine

Sylvie: I’m yours

Jake: However ugly this gets, you’re fucking beautiful

Sylvie: I didn’t think I would be able to be touched, that might sound drastic but seriously

Sylvie: you make me feel it, you let me want it and not be too scared what could happen

Jake: It doesn’t, I haven’t been letting anyone

Jake: I was too scared

Sylvie: If it is a trigger, I swear I’ll make sure nothing happens to you

Sylvie: Life without this isn’t worth living, you deserve to be touched, by me

Jake: You make me fall in love with life again, second by second

Jake: even just looking at you across a room or through the window

Sylvie: You make me want to leave the house, even before we can leave for good

Sylvie: seeing you made coming back to school dreamlike, I thought it would be a nightmare but you were there

Jake: I seriously did want to hit Sam for what she did to you at school

Jake: I envied your cousin for being able to

Sylvie: I’ll put her face on a pillow, or my dartboard

Sylvie: she doesn’t see you for who you are, just what you look like, if I needed any more reason to not like the cow

Jake: Let me know where in town you’re going to get that done, I’ll put my face on a pillow for you, for entirely opposite reasons

Sylvie: I would do unspeakable things to that pillow

Sylvie: you’d be so jealous

Jake: I won’t, you’ll be doing them all to me afterwards

Sylvie: I feel like I'll bite a hole clean through this one tonight so you’ll owe me 

Jake: I feel like you’ve bitten a hole through me, I want you so badly it hurts

Sylvie: I should have bitten you

Sylvie: was being well-behaved but fuck that, I hope I’m still bruised by you in the morning

Jake: Show me what they look like when you get ready for school

Sylvie: Every angle

Jake: And sit next to me in French

Jake: [I want to touch you but in french obvs]

Sylvie: [I will show everyone I’m yours, also in French]

Jake: [Because you’re my what? Again in french duh and because we all know what he wants her to say she is again]

Sylvie: [saying every French variant you can think of that gives slut because every language has ‘em]

Jake: [however she told him he had to leave it like a heathen when he jizzed over the phone he’s using the same language, in english this time because she did, to tell her she also has to when he makes her in the middle of their french lesson]

Sylvie: I’ll have to leave my own apology note to whoever has to sit in my seat after

Jake: If you’re into being babied, I should write it for you

Sylvie: I do want to know what you’d write, can’t lie

Jake: [not you drafting a short lil note in french which is giving when your parents write you a note fully, like please excuse Sylvie etc etc and you’re signing it french for daddy and everything, HER daddy too, we cannot, chill has been lost]

Sylvie: I’m into it, if it’s you, holy fuck

Sylvie: [repeating it but substituting with my like you’re just checking you are in fact into it]

Jake: Yeah?

Jake: [are you my baby? But again in french which is so unserious]

Sylvie: [asking will you be my daddy? Like you are baby crimson marie] 

Jake: [writing it out like a super serious vow that he will]

Sylvie: [writing I am your baby out too many times like you’re doing lines here]

Jake: [doing his own lines like I will protect you, kiss you again etc etc all the things he will do like make her feel better, make her sicker, keep her alive but also kill her, all the shit they’ve said that he can think of and remember, sing with you, intro you to my fam etc, take her to Paris being at the end obvs with stay with you in Paris being the final I will but the rest of the order is just all mixed up and unhinged]

Sylvie: I like you

Sylvie: I truly really like you

Jake: I like you too, vie

Sylvie: What now?

Jake: What do you want us to do now?

Sylvie: Please go home, try to be alone

Sylvie: I know it’s not simple but

Jake: [tell her where you are because you clearly left ASAP when she told you to go home earlier but you would have to take your gf home first so that journey would take however long before your own so you could be anywhere on route between hers and yours that we want depending how evil we’re feeling to y’all and your edging, the point being it’s obvious he left as soon as she told him to earlier basically and that he isn’t letting China come with, both because he’s extra like that]

Sylvie: [me forgetting she’d told him to go home is how you know jemily should go to bed but this girl is also tipsy and overwhelmed so it does not matter lol]

Sylvie: 😁 Good

Sylvie: put your location on for me?

Jake: [do put your location on]

Jake: Okay?

Sylvie: Full transparency, I wanna stalk you

Sylvie: but also, I know you aren’t loving being alone right now so this way I can keep you company properly

Jake: Are you going to turn the streetlights off?

Sylvie: [turn your location on for him too even though you’re just at home so you can not at all casually keep tabs on each other like that]

Sylvie: Hmm, that wouldn’t be safe, on the one hand 

Sylvie: but if you ask me to, of course

Jake: Hold my hand, I’ll be safe

Sylvie: Me too

Jake: Describe the room you’re in, I’ll try and picture it

Sylvie: [do your best to describe your bedroom, going into specifics so he can really visualise the space because you want him to be here with you as much as that is possible]

Jake: [again be asking her genuine questions like a nerd because you are invested and you wanna be there as much + this is the best distraction to avoid freaking out on your alone part of this journey]

Sylvie: [give him all that info and tell him about your other room too]

Sylvie: I’m kind of a spoilt only-child cliche like that but my mammy’s office is downstairs so there wasn’t anything else we needed to put in there, used to be my playroom

Sylvie: still is, I guess 

Jake: My playroom is [whatever his mum calls the laundry room area we did on the sims cos sometimes peeps have names for the nooks in their gaff and she seems the type lol], we’ve squeezed every band practice into there unless [one of his bandmates who clearly has a bigger gaff]’s [somewhere where there is more space] was free

Sylvie: Be cool when you get to credit your mam for the ambient noise of the washing machine on your first album

Jake: If I sample her eco cycle on the track, she’d be proud

Sylvie: Totally

Sylvie: [mention some bands/artists you like that don’t tour and just make music at home because I’m sure there are people, it’s giving you don’t need to give up if you aren’t getting back on stage]

Jake: But you were right about the high performing is

Sylvie: I know, I could see that, even when I wasn’t there to see you

Jake: What if it’s over and you don’t get to see me?

Sylvie: It’s not

Sylvie: you can perform for me and we’ll work out how to do it if you can’t carry on as before, which you don’t know yet

Jake: I’ll perform for you on the streets of Paris, that’s a compromise I wouldn’t mind accepting

Sylvie: You could live like that, you’d get to perform every day, as and when you wanted, no need to worry about bright lights and nerves

Sylvie: but you still get the rush of being heard and seen

Jake: How are you going to live?

Jake: when we’re not singing as a duet, I mean

Sylvie: Obviously, goes without saying

Sylvie: I don’t know though, maybe I’ll become a pastry chef, or sell fancy women Chanel, or I’ll be your full-time muse and just get to explore all-day

Sylvie: We won’t need much of anything, not together

Jake: You could learn to cut fringes as cool as yours, charge a fortune for the privilege of looking even slightly like you

Sylvie: That’s an idea, as long as you promise not to get swayed by the fringe and accent combo

Jake: [write it out like lines again, this time as I will not over and over, in english for once lol]

Sylvie: Do you want to go to Uni?

Jake: I’m not passionate about anything other than music and I don’t think there’s much but the history and theory they can teach in a classroom 

Sylvie: Right, I think that’s true unless you’re doing something with a really specific goal in mind

Sylvie: I probably would have, if I was staying here, now I don’t know what the point would be

Jake: FOMO for most people but you won’t have any

Sylvie: I’ll have Paris, I’ll have you

Sylvie: the rest will work out, I don’t care

Jake: If you do want to go, there are [an insane number] of unis in Paris

Sylvie: It really has everything

Sylvie: I know what I want, but being in bed with you all day every day isn’t a socially acceptable answer, for some reason

Jake: It’s acceptable to me

Sylvie: I want to know everything about you, there aren’t enough hours in the day if I’m wasting [the average school/work day] away from you

Jake: And becoming anything but my full time muse would be a waste

Sylvie: Don’t tell your mam or sister, they’ll be horrified at how unfeminist I’m being

Jake: If my sister doesn’t stop blowing up my phone she’ll be horrified by how I answer anyway

Sylvie: What are you meant to do, not walk China home?

Jake: Not leave the house, she voted against it

Sylvie: That’s ridiculous

Sylvie: I get that she’s anxious too but it’s your life

Jake: She feels guilty living hers so all of ours have to grind to a halt too while she processes her feelings

Sylvie: You needed to be there

Sylvie: lead by example and show her that there isn’t anything to feel guilty about

Jake: I needed to see you, but yeah, if she asks I’ll tell her that was the reason

Sylvie: You can tell anyone what you want, as long as you give me warning

Jake: What do you want me to tell them?

Sylvie: You’ll have to decide what you’re going to do

Sylvie: you aren’t allowed to use the word, even though it’s just factual 

Jake: Help me decide

Sylvie: You don’t want to be a cheat

Sylvie: I would do it for you but you’d only end up feeling like shit

Jake: Would you?

Sylvie: We have, all night

Jake: Sober, in the morning, then?

Sylvie: You’re going to make me cum in French

Sylvie: but be honest, have you thought about touching her tomorrow too?

Jake: Honestly, I try to avoid both thinking about and doing it

Sylvie: You have a connection

Sylvie: but you still want me

Jake: We had a connection, but if what you said is correct, it’s based on lies

Sylvie: You have to work that out, I can tell you but you need to know it 

Sylvie: I want you, so much I’d let you stay with her if that’s what made you happiest

Jake: How much you want me makes me happier than I knew I could be right now

Sylvie: [writing I want you out over and over like lines]

Sylvie: be mine, whoever you’re with

Jake: [writing I am yours in both languages like whichever it’s in]

Sylvie: No one else can compare, this is how it’s meant to be, you deserve this

Jake: Even if I kept tonight as another secret, she already knows things between us aren’t how they’re meant to be anymore

Sylvie: I couldn’t go back, if I was in your position

Sylvie: things are different with me and [the boy], it doesn’t mean much of anything anyway, I wasn’t fully numb but I could fake that much

Jake: I was fully numb, almost, last time she and I touched

Sylvie: A goodbye before it becomes worse and worse can be the right thing sometimes

Sylvie: Maybe this is just beer fear creeping in but are you worried that if you give her up and we crash then it was for nothing?

Jake: It wouldn’t be for nothing, you’re something and between us there is, whatever happens

Sylvie: Exactly, this is real too

Sylvie: just because it happened like this and it feels like one, doesn’t mean it’s all fantasy

Jake: A goodbye to her is a goodbye to the old me but I have to get over that because who I was is gone, that’s real too

Sylvie: It can take time

Sylvie: but yeah, there’s no going back, acting like a part of me didn’t die with my diagnosis feels like a lie I’m telling to make everyone else feel better but not me

Jake: Grieving feels like a dramatic way to explain it when I’m not dead and neither is she but that’s how it feels

Sylvie: You aren’t the first, lots of people explain it exactly like that

Sylvie: I’m not going to rush you, or prompt you more than to say I think you deserve to be happy and not numbed

Sylvie: but I can still be here, however long it takes

Jake: You really won’t leave?

Sylvie: Nope

Sylvie: even if you try to friendzone me again

Jake: I’m not going to unless it’s the only way I can have you

Sylvie: Unlikely

Sylvie: I said I liked you but don’t get too comfortable too fast, like

Jake: I’ll try my hardest not to prompt you to keep saying it

Sylvie: Hmm, believe that when I see it

Jake: Well, I want earlier to be the last time you say I’m so frustrating

Sylvie: Frustrating can have its place

Sylvie: but that kind over what everyone else is being, always

Jake: Hate had its place in [the bday girl]’s garden when you said that

Sylvie: I’ve had strong feelings about you from the moment you gave me an excuse to have them

Sylvie: like they were there dormant

Jake: Me too, before you could tell I was keeping them and my anti-feminist language in

Sylvie: I’d like to think baiting you wouldn’t have been as thrilling if I thought otherwise

Sylvie: it felt necessary, even when you were pointing out how much none of it was my business, that just felt untrue

Jake: I felt untrue, like a fraud again for the first time since [the time between his first fit when he was pretending it didn’t happen and his 2nd when he no longer could]

Jake: as angry

Sylvie: Saying you have so much potential isn’t to appeal to your teacher kink 

Sylvie: it made me furious, to think of you wasting it with things that aren’t important when we could do this together

Sylvie: I wanted to help you as much as I needed your help

Jake: I’d been expecting your fury as soon as you came back to school, when you didn’t even roll your eyes at me I thought mine would pop out watching and waiting

Jake: I thought about calling you worse than [his friend] has, just to get a reaction

Sylvie: Wanting it

Sylvie: wanting your life upended by me 

Jake: Everybody else tells me what they think I want to hear

Sylvie: That isn’t going to get you anywhere

Sylvie: no one likes a spoilt brat

Jake: It makes everything flat, including the ground under my feet they’re kissing constantly, I’d fall off the edge of the world running away

Sylvie: Perfect is as boring as it is fake

Sylvie: I’ve told you, I like real, I regret not giving you a harder time when I got back now

Jake: I assumed you’d got bored, yeah

Sylvie: I was fighting my instincts and leaving you to it

Sylvie: not that I lasted long

Jake: [however long it was in days, because you simultaneously can’t believe she lasted that long and also how short it was]

Sylvie: I owe you so many harsh truths 

Sylvie: not to mention taking you to smash things up

Jake: I could smash [something he’s just spotted on his way home lol]

Sylvie: Go on

Jake: I’m not furious

Jake: make me

Sylvie: Answer your sister, that should do the trick

Jake: She hasn’t been holding back her harsh truths, you owe me

Sylvie: You better tell me what [his friend] called me, in case I’ve lost my edge

Jake: That would make me want to destroy [this thing]

Sylvie: Wasn’t it even the tiniest bit true?

Jake: He doesn’t get to decide that 

Jake: or find out

Jake: what you are, you are to just me

Sylvie: I’m not gonna pretend to be interested in him to make you mad

Jake: You already have [her bf] for that

Sylvie: We could be the real thing if I pretended to be someone else, that’s the way that works, right?

Jake: We could be, that’s the only way it’ll actually work

Sylvie: Do I have to look at you like I’ve been lobotomised or is that optional?

Jake: You aren’t an actress

Sylvie: Ouch

Sylvie: neither are you these days

Jake: You’re too real, you don’t have the option of looking at me inauthentically

Sylvie: I don’t feel any sort of dead when I look at you

Jake: You come alive when our eyes meet, we both do

Sylvie: Everyone else felt miles away tonight

Sylvie: and has done, since this all happened, hearing them is impossible but your voice is in my head constantly

Jake: They are, existing on their still flat earth

Jake: you give mine something to spin around

Sylvie: How the fuck could you think about staying, not being with me?

Jake: [it’s unthinkable but in french]

Sylvie: Idiot boy

Jake: I have a name

Sylvie: Make me use it 

Jake: I got it wrong, your father isn’t going to like me 

Jake: neither of your parents will when they hear what I can make you do

Sylvie: You are trying to take his job, like

Sylvie: how will you cope with not being universally adored?

Jake: You’ll have to help me cope

Sylvie: You know my cousin said I was gagging over your name

Jake: What did you say?

Sylvie: Just going on and on about how annoying you were and how angry you made me, this was after our first conversation

Sylvie: but when she said it

Jake: It made you think

Sylvie: The way I couldn’t stop thinking about you felt like a joke

Jake: The joke was how I started our first conversation

Sylvie: You were desperate

Jake: I thought I was

Jake: until I realised how desperate really feels

Sylvie: When did you first think about me when you were touching yourself?

Jake: When you left me home alone instead of taking me to [the junkyard place]

Sylvie: How guilty did you feel?

Jake: Guilty enough to show up at hers, I never go there

Sylvie: I can’t imagine you at hers, but I could’ve guessed that as your next move, I feel

Jake: It was a mistake

Sylvie: Oh, it was then

Jake: I imagined I’d be able to fix everything, stop thinking about you, if I

Jake: but I couldn’t

Sylvie: It’s not just a thought, it’s a feeling

Sylvie: lots of guys would’ve been able to do it anyway, so you definitively don’t suck that much

Jake: Lots of thoughts and feelings

Sylvie: You don’t quiet my head but you turn them into better ones, really fucking good ones, actually

Jake: My head was so loud when [the bday girl’s friend] carried her cake in

Sylvie: No way, mine too

Sylvie: the things you could make me do in 20 seconds, unrealistic, maybe but I wasn’t concerned

Jake: I had to hide behind a locked door to stop myself

Sylvie: Next time, you’re locking me in with you

Jake: I thought you knew, that you were accusing me with the message you sent asking how I was

Sylvie: I was worried you were freaking out, or actually feeling shit

Sylvie: but now I know and that’s so much better, you should’ve shown me, would’ve shut me up

Jake: I don’t want to shut you up

Sylvie: Only when I’ve managed to make you furious

Jake: No, not even then

Sylvie: We should talk until we run out of breath

Sylvie: every day

Jake: You should be as loud as you almost were in the garden

Jake: every day, until your voice can only manage a whisper

Sylvie: So only you can hear me

Jake: We haven’t created our own language yet

Sylvie: But we need to

Sylvie: I don’t want to talk to anyone else, no one gets it but it’s all they want to talk about or poorly talk around

Jake: Maybe I will lock you away until they’re all talking about someone else

Sylvie: Is it kidnap when I’m begging you to?

Sylvie: Your bed, then Paris, that’s the order

Jake: What about your bed?

Sylvie: Okay, you can take your turn being locked up too

Sylvie: for equality’s sake

Jake: I want to see if your description did it justice

Sylvie: I want you here

Sylvie: I picture you here all the time, that might have swayed my description a little

Jake: Make space for me

Sylvie: [do like you did OG and make space in front of you where you’re lying in bed like here?]

Jake: [giving her a typed out french hello like this is casual when he is feeling nothing of the sort about that]

Sylvie: You can be the one that moves in with me this time

Sylvie: [the ‘if you want’ in French back just to be saucy about it]

Jake: [the french okay back but again the one that means I agree because he really does want that shamelessly]

Sylvie: I can get my parents to love you, even with you using me as your own personal whore

Sylvie: I’ll be too happy for them to deny that it’s what I need

Sylvie: your mammy and sister will come to terms with me taking better care of your needs too

Jake: So can I, if you want

Jake: you’ll have to come to terms with how much they love me though

Sylvie: I don’t care what any of them think, honestly

Sylvie: you need my sort of love, not just theirs

Jake: You know what I need better than anyone

Sylvie: They can’t treat you like a baby when they hear you fucking the shit out of me

Sylvie: that’s what is needed, a reality check about what you’re capable of

Jake: You’re the one who’s going to be treated like a baby

Sylvie: Am I daddy’s favourite?

Jake: The closest to not just my heart but every part of me

Sylvie: Write another note so I’m allowed to share a seat with you in class, a desk isn’t close enough

Jake: [do draft that note, addressed to the teacher directly unlike before so it’s even more extra for that, we know, really laying the daddy energy on thick because the girls are feral again]

Jake: How’s that?

Sylvie: If you gave that in instead of your homework

Sylvie: [the teacher] would want it, the whole class would

Jake: The whole class will have to keep wanting

Sylvie: You only want the one perfect daughter

Sylvie: that’s all I know how to be, lucky you

Jake: I feel lucky, I didn’t know I ever would again

Sylvie: I know

Sylvie: I’m trivialising my own problem to say it but if I have you, shit feels worth it

Sylvie: that’s how I can’t help but feel right this second, anyway

Jake: We didn’t cause each other’s health problems but you’ve already been the solution to mine more than once tonight

Sylvie: It doesn’t make me want to be a nurse

Sylvie: but I would do it for you, for all time, I can’t lie about how good it feels

Jake: You’d still be the coolest even if you trained to become a nurse

Jake: but I’d miss you, working that hard and often

Sylvie: Are you home alone a lot?

Jake: Most of the time, her rota is borderline illegal

Sylvie: I hate that

Jake: We need the money, my father’s is gone now

Sylvie: I’m not judging her, she has to

Sylvie: I just don’t want you to be lonely, I know how it feels

Jake: I was dreading Talia going to uni for that reason, but now I won’t be, I’ve got you and Paris

Sylvie: Yeah

Sylvie: and we’ll only have one key and whoever is home latest will have it so we never have to be home alone

Jake: No matter how many times I wake up there with you I’ll still be convinced I’m dreaming

Sylvie: It is a dream, one we get to wake up in every day

Sylvie: can we get a single bed, I want to be that close

Jake: Yeah, more floor space for [all his music stuff he’s being specific about in ways I cannot]

Sylvie: and dancing

Jake: I can’t wait to dance with you again

Sylvie: Do you think anyone saw us?

Jake: I’m not meant to hope so, am I?

Sylvie: You still have excellent form

Sylvie: I don’t remember when I last saw you dance with China

Jake: Unless she’s on stage choreographed by [the drama teacher] I don’t remember the last time she did either

Sylvie: She’s missing out

Jake: She’d be too embarrassed

Sylvie: I danced for you, I guess I should be about that

Jake: You sang for me too, she hasn’t since the night we got together

Sylvie: Is that embarrassing too?

Jake: It must be, for her

Sylvie: I guess I’m shameless

Sylvie: ask me anything meant that

Jake: For me you are

Sylvie: I’ll get on stage for you too

Jake: I’d do anything to you on stage

Jake: make art with you, of you, all over you

Sylvie: What if that’s all I want to do, be

Jake: Then you can, breathe life into me, my art

Sylvie: Write lyrics on my skin

Jake: There’s too much of it I’ve left blank, I need to

Sylvie: You can’t make me jealous of your notebooks, it’s bad enough I want to go and lick [bday girl]’s patio, who am I?

Jake: I was tempted to pick your cigarette up and eat it before you crushed that into the ground

Sylvie: The next one we share, we’ll share twice, yeah

Jake: I’m going to flirt with [whoever does timetabling] until we share all our classes, don’t be jealous, I’m doing it for the greater good

Sylvie: Your entitlement has always made my pussy wet, how you talk to teachers and adults makes me ache

Jake: It’s worth staying in school for a while longer, to make the most of that

Sylvie: Until Paris won’t be ignored

Sylvie: there is so much for us to do, so many classrooms for you to fuck me in

Jake: And bathrooms, not to mention the music block, the canteen, the library, the staff room if I’m feeling especially entitled

Sylvie: Mr Cohen, that sounds right

Jake: [Sam’s mum as Mrs whatever]’s desk on reception would be the right thing to do and no stage but almost public enough

Sylvie: If we use the loudspeaker, it’s a start, letting them talk about us together and not anything else

Jake: If we let her watch she’ll be able to see she totally misunderstood what’s wrong with you

Sylvie: My addiction to you has put everything into perspective

Sylvie: and if we let her watch, you can get her fired after-all

Jake: You’ve put into perspective how little she matters

Jake: the only exception being if she’s there to be our audience

Sylvie: S’all anyone else needs to be

Sylvie: we’ll only let other people in if they stop being a disappointment in comparison, which I don’t hold out hope for right now

Jake: I hope I can get to my room and I don’t have to call you from the bottom of the stairs, licking the carpet might genuinely make you sick

Sylvie: Do you have pets?

Sylvie: The furball you’d get from my dogs would make me jealous, truly

Jake: We weren’t allowed a dog back when I was a sleepwalking kid and escape artist, I guess the lack of work-life balance meant it was easy to forget to lift the ban

Jake: but you could choke on the dust, we’ve let the chore wheel slide lately

Sylvie: Sensible, the guilt of freeing a dog into the night would only make those issues worse

Sylvie: but one could be a good idea now, dog hair is something you’d get used to, like dust

Jake: My sister would try and turn the dog vegan like she did me, that guilt would weigh even heavier

Sylvie: Oh no

Sylvie: you need a burger and a dog, ASAP

Jake: A passive-aggressive day out but I’m not above it

Sylvie: Tomorrow too soon?

Jake: [tomorrow is perfect in french]

Sylvie: Parfait 

Sylvie: and I won’t really force-feed you meat in a reverse move, we can just go to [whatever shelter is nearby]

Jake: I’ll eat anything you feed me without needing to be

Sylvie: 😳

Jake: Does that mean I’m shameless too?

Sylvie: It means you’re as sick as me

Jake: I told you ages ago I’m sicker than you

Sylvie: And I didn’t believe you

Jake: Are you trying to say you don’t believe me in this context either?

Sylvie: [saying it’s undeniable in French]

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

haikyuu boys when you decide to jump scare them (because you’re mean)

a/n: y’all scary movies don’t scare me anymore i think i broke as a person 😭 also yes this is some more crack i offer you.

also if you’re feeling it- check out my last post: first times with haikyuu boys (suggestive) bc it’s flopping and my heart is a little sad

includes: sakusa, tendou, ushijima, oikawa

part 2

sakusa:

why would you even want to do this ?did you really want to choose violence?

“OMI,” you yelled, making his shoulders jump at the sudden sound

sakusa isn’t one to really scream at a sudden attack but he lets out the smallest yelp when you jump out from behind a wall

his eyes are wide but they soften as soon as they realize it’s you

you’re giggling at the sight of your usually pretty stoic boyfriend but he won’t even look at you 😭

now he’s just a tad bit embarrassed you got him so good

he gets pouty as hell and tends to cross his arms for the rest of the day

he won’t even take off his mask because his face keeps getting pink

“omi i’m sorry you know,” you eventually try, wanting him to at least interact with you again

he’s so petty he’ll turn his knees facing away from you and huffs

“are you done now” he’ll ask timidly

“yes”

“you won’t do it again?” he continues pls you really got him, he probably lost a year of his life

“yes omi, i just wanted to try it once,” you chuckled, reaching over to tug his sweater sleeve toward you

he caves pretty quickly at your tug, his body following your hand pulling it

“i won’t forgive you if you try it again, i think i had a small stroke, you know,” he pouts

it’s okay give him a kiss on his cheek when he pulls his mask down and you’re good

he kind of missed holding your hand anyway </3

tendou:

you think you can scare him? LMAOO nice try

his intuition is just something else

mans doesn’t even jump during horror movies

i mean, he’s as spontaneous as you can get

but you tried to do something anyway

he was scrolling on his phone on the couch when you snuck up behind him, making no sound whatsoever

like, you even wore socks to avoid having to take steps

just as you bring your hands up to suddenly drop them on his shoulders he speaks

“hi y/n,” he says ever so casually

pls he doesn’t even turn around to look at you, he’s still scrolling

when you put and plop down next to him in defeat, he just gives you the most seemingly innocent grin

“did you really think that was gonna work?” he grins, reaching over to ruffle your hair

“maybe,” you mutter

you already know in your gut that somethings wrong

he chuckles at your response, “i’ll show you how you’re supposed to do it”

he’ll what 😀

ushijima:

what did he do to deserve this? NOTHING

you’d expect nothing to phase him but how could he expect the person he holds so dear to his heart to betray him like this

sometimes wakatoshi needs to get a glass of water in the middle of the night, and with him being half asleep, he really wasn’t in the right mind for defense

pls the way he was walking to the kitchen was so slow too

he was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he half waddled

he got his glass of water and all, but he had no idea you were waiting right outside of the kitchen entrance

you waited patiently and just grabbed him and went, “boo!” not even yelling

he let out a gasp that was combined with a sharp inhale and stepped back into the kitchen so fast

this shit was so entertaining to watch in the middle of the night 😭🤚🏽

he hit the cabinets with a small thump, his hand coming up to rest on top of the counter

it took him like ten seconds to process what just happened

when you walked into the kitchen, you just saw one of his hands pinching the bridge of his nose

“y/n why would you do that”

you reach out to rub his arm

“supposed to be a joke toshi,” you explain, trying to avoid laughing

“are you satisfied now,” he mutters, glancing at your face, noticing your lips are pursed, trying not to laugh

“well it was kind of funny,” you say carefully, beginning to open you arms to see if he’ll at least let you hug him

pls he’s so unimpressed but he opens his arms anyway

the hug is soft anyway as his long arms wrap around you and give you a squeeze

“i don’t know why my heart racing like this would be funny,” he sighs

oikawa:

you literally didn’t have to try that hard

although i do have to admit this is a little mean lmao all of these are uncalled for but sometimes you gotta cause a little chaos

you got him when he least expected it: when he was coming home

he tended to make noise when he opened the door, making sure to announce to your whole house that your ✨lovely boyfriend✨ has arrived

so you really would get him to make noise

you hid behind the door so you could get him as soon as he closed it

so you made your way behind the door around the time he usually gets home everyday, squeezing yourself against the wall so he wouldn’t bump the door into you and know that you were there

your heart picked up a little for no reason as the lock clicked open

“baby!” he called out as soon as he stepped a foot in, “i’m hO-”

just as he was about to close the door you boomed a, “TOORU!”

oikawa really let out this screech combined with the last syllable of “home”

you’re somewhat wheezing, doubling over until you see the betrayal plastered on his face

mans held his arms so close to his body, still stuck in the direction away from you

“Y/N-CHAN WHy would you do that,” he goes, correcting himself when he realized he was still in panic mode and yelling

he tuts when you try to approach him and explain that you thought it would be funny

he’s so dramatic pls, he even peels your hand off his arm, flicking it away

“you know you’re going to be the reason i age faster and get more wrinkles,” he tuts

“will it help if i tell you i love you?” you try

“maybe,” he gives in

“i love you tooru,” you chuckle, reaching out to him again (this time he lets you)

“hm,” he pouts, “i think one time wasn’t enough, my heart has weakened you know”

you roll your eyes playful but tell him you love him again and even go on your toes to kiss his cheek

he doesn’t let this go so fast bc he’s petty lmao - be prepared to shower him in affection

[boqvistsbabe]

Different Skates: Cale AU - Pt 1

A/N: Hey guys!! Here’s a series I’m starting. I haven’t done an actual series before so hopefully y’all like it. Also as of now I don’t have a title so if you have any ideas lmk!! Also this is going to be set in December/ around Christmas!!

Thanks to my irl friend that peer pressured me I to actually writing and @savoies for helping me figure stuff out 💜💜

Thanks to @typical-simplelove for the name idea!!

Warnings: Some swear words, also uses she/her pronouns. I don’t think there is any in this chapter but it will in the future.

Word Count: 1,627

Also note this is unedited 💀

Next part

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You hated hockey players. Okay maybe not hate, but strongly disliked them. Except for your brother Charlie, he’s okay. No one else. Actually you take that back, girl hockey players are fine but not the guys. Nope, not gonna happen. Well not gonna happen again. Yeah, bad idea. It’s the same story everyone hears about hockey boys: you knew they were bad news but you could hang with your brother’s teammates because not a chance they’d ever want to date you and vice versa. Until Gabe came along. He was different and nice and not a jerk like the other guys on the team. So you gave him a chance. It was a great few months of cheering for him at games and rituals before said games and date nights that felt like a dream. Then you found out about Sarah. Sarah was his other girlfriend. You met her at an away game that you surprised him at. Almost the whole team knew. Charlie and two of his buddies were the only ones who didn’t. So yeah hockey boys suck.

Flashforward to the present. Cale -the new guy- is next to Charlie, hand out to shake yours. Practice had just gotten over. You were a figure skater so between that and Charlie being on the team, you practically lived at the rink. It also helped that you worked there too. There was a local restaurant inside the rink that you worked at along with being a social media person for the hockey teams that practiced there. Yeah disliking hockey players and being a videographer for them at the same time didn’t make sense, but it paid well. Anyways Cale was essentially the replacement for Gabe. Cause he moved to the team that was located closer to Sarah. Which totally didn’t bother you at all, no matter what your mom may think. Supposedly Cale was a stand up guy and an amazing defenseman. You couldn’t care less, so why Charlie decided to have you both meet didn’t make sense.

“Hellooo? Earth to Y/N?” Charlie was getting impatient, “this is Cale, he’s new to the team.”

“Yeah, heard that the first time when he said it and I remember it from when you were gushing about “the new awesome defenseman that the team is getting” it is legit seven in the morning so you’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little unresponsive.” You snarked back.

“Don’t get snappy with me you nerd. Coach wanted you to meet him cause when you media things and whatnot however that stuff works. Also he introduced himself so the proper response is?”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Hi Cale I’m Y/N, I work here at the rink restaurant, I do videography, and I’m a figure skater here. Before you complain like all the others, no I don’t make holes in the ice just to annoy you guys. If I do make a hole in the ice I fill them and if I happen to miss one it’s an accident so don't go complaining to my coach so I get in trouble. It doesn’t work like that here. I’m sure you’re probably a perfectly nice guy and whatever, but I’m not here to be your friend. Sometimes I’ll hang out with you guys, but mostly I’m only around here to do my job. Speaking of my job, if I ask you to do something for content or anything, don't complain. I’m not gonna ask you to do anything crazy so you’ll be fine. Just remember I’m doing my job, not trying to make you miserable. Sorry if that’s a lot for your probably mouse sized brain to comprehend but get used to it. I’ve got to go work, but it was nice to meet you I guess.” You said the last part while putting on your blade guards before walking in the direction of the locker room.

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Cale POV

“Uh she’s intense.” There was no other way he could describe you. Except maybe aggressive, but that seemed a little much.

“Yeah she doesn’t really like hockey players. Don’t take it or anything she says personally, she’s had a bad experience with one guy. The guy you replaced actually.” Gabe responded.

“What do you mean by that? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“He was new and different, pretended to be someone he wasn’t. Cheated on her and the whole team except John, Tyson, and I knew. So yeah she’s not super close with the team anymore. Also as a figure skater getting harassed by hockey players her whole life she wasn’t too fond of us in the first place.”

“Ahh okay. That sucks a lot.”

“Yeah, she’s over the whole cheater thing but she definitely agrees with the douchebag stereotype for us. Anyways we gotta get to practice.

“Yeah.” Cale’s mind was on anything but practice. He wanted to be your friend. He agrees with the stereotype most of the time. There’s only a few exceptions obviously. But he thinks you and him could be great friends if you give him a chance.

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Your POV

It had been a week since you first met Cale. There have been a few interactions since then because of introductions on the socials for him, but other than that no more conversations. You were glad he seemed to have respected your boundaries, that was much appreciated.

You had just gotten done with your shift at the restaurant and it was nine o’clock. The day started with a six o’clock practice then some editing while eating breakfast, then some practice pictures of the guys and a few TikToks of the guys, ending with a seven hour shift at the restaurant. Walking out of the break room, you grabbed your duffel and fished your car keys out of the outside pocket.

The stars were really out tonight. That was one of the perks of where the rink was located. On the edge of town and away from all the bright, crazy lights. Perfect for stargazing. Unlocking your car, you threw your bag in the seat next to you before putting the key in the ignition and turning it. And nothing. Not even a little sputter. Of fucking course. You dropped your head to the steering wheel. Charlie was in the next town over with your parents helping your grandparents pack to move. None of them could come get you. Shit shit shit. Today of all days. Of course on the day you had been running all day and just wanted to relax before having to study and edit all of the next day. You popped the hood and got out of the car. After checking the oil and transmission fluid and finding nothing wrong there you were racking your brain for what it was this time. This car was a hand me down and had issues in the past, but you had just got it back from the shop. You were pissed. The shop you went to was a new one because the one you usually went to moved. The new shop was definitely getting a call in the morning. Closing the hood and wiping your hands on your leggings you turned to get back in your car when you saw Cale.

“Hey, uh I don’t mean to bother you but it looks like you’re having some car trouble, do you have anyone you can call? I can wait with you while you do. It’s late and it would feel wrong to leave you here without knowing you can make it home.” He said.

“Yeah I don’t have anyone to call, my family is in the next town over and all my friends don’t have cars so I don’t really have anyone to call. I figured I would walk home and get it towed in the morning, I don’t live that far.” You shrugged, not like you haven’t walked home by yourself before. Not the safest thing but you gotta do what you gotta do.

“I could give you a ride. Home I mean,” you could’ve sworn you saw the redness on his face, “I haven’t lived here long but I assume it’s like everywhere else in the world, not the safest place for anyone, especially a girl to walk alone, especially at night. Also that came out super high handed so I apologize. But please let me take you home.”

You thought about it. The pros outweigh the cons here. It had been a long day and you were tired, plus he wasn’t wrong about the fact that it wasn’t safe, “Yeah that would be great thanks. Let me just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you got your stuff before locking the car. While following him to his car you texted Charlie, he’d answer before your parents, and let him know what was going on.

“Uh this is my truck.” Cale stood there awkwardly while he waited for you to look up.

“Okay, I was just letting Charlie know what happened. Thanks again.”

“Yeah of course not an issue.” He nodded before opening your door before walking over to his side and hopping in.

The ride was in silence except for the radio playing softly in the background and you occasionally giving home directions.

“Sooo why were you at the rink so late?” You were over the silence, plus the less noise the more likely of you falling asleep which is the last thing you want.

“I was working on some drills. They do stuff a little differently from my last team so I’m just trying to get comfortable with it.”

“Fair enough. Are you liking it here? Also turn right at Walnut.”

He turned before he responded, “Yeah, I like the way stuff is run here. A lot more strict than my old team, but more efficient and with better results. The guys aren’t too bad, but I mostly hang with your brother and John and Tyson. Everyone else is kind of douchey. That was rude of me to say, please ignore that.”

“It’s the house all the way at the end on the left. And no you’re totally right. They’re assholes. What team did you come from?”

“I came from the Bulldogs a few towns over.” He responded as he pulled into the driveway.

“Ahh cool. Alright this is me. Thanks again for the ride. You’re not half bad. Don’t make me regret saying that and don’t let it get to your head. See you at Monday practice.”

“Night Y/N.” He called out his window as you walked away.

He didn’t leave until you shut the door behind you. What you said wasn’t a lie, he wasn’t like the other guys. Though you’ve been there before. He’d be a great friend though. Heading upstairs to get ready for bed you texted Charlie and asked him for Cale’s number to thank him before you passed out.

Thanks for the millionth time lol - Y/N

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[flusteredloser]

sugar sweet

richie tozier x fem reader

category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff

word count: 3,3k

content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia

a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy

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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."

you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.

despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter. 

he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.

keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.

"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.

"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"

your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."

"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."

he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.

richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”

his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.

once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets. 

you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.

you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”

he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.” 

“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"

richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”

“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.

“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.

“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”

he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”

“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”

“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”

you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?” 

he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”

finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.

he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal. 

“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.”  “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”

you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?”  she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”

“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair. 

bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.

“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.

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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."

"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”

"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”

"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"

richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.

"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.

the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry. 

currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling. 

“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.

“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”

“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.

“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed. 

“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.

“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.” 

stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"

the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence. 

you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.

ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”

you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”

“was too.”

"was. not."

"was too!"

you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”

bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.

“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.

“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”

"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.

“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.” 

“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”

you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...” 

“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.

you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.

aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”

“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.

“what?”

“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”

“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.

of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends. 

there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan). 

so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?

“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.

“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”

you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”

“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”

you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.

you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...” 

you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”

“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.” 

you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening. 

“i- no. that was it.”  

“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.

“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.

“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.

he’s gotta know... right? 

you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous. 

“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his. 

“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”

the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”

bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red. 

richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud. 

shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.

“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.

there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face. 

“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”

you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”

“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.

you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say. 

“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”

“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face.  fuck.  “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”

trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent. 

it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze. 

after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”

you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?” 

“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.

“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”

with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."

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[ptergwen]

favorite crime

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood / death, lots n lots of angst

summary: you convince peter to go on the run after he’s framed for murdering mysterio, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess

a/n: this was completely based off the song by olivia lfmbsjfhs it’s so beautiful and i’ve wanted to write something for it for a while now so yee i hope y’all like ! pls lmk what you think <3

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“we have to get you out of here, peter! come on!” you shout back to your boyfriend and tug his hand that’s laced with yours.

peter doesn’t budge. even when your grip on him tightens, when you pull him forward with all your might, he remains stoic.

there’s something he needs to do, and he’s been contemplating it since the day he met you.

it’s time to let you go.

“please, peter. i’m begging. i know you’re tired of running, but if we don’t leave now… they’ll find you,” you desperately choke out. peter squeezes his eyes shut, dreading what’s to come. “i can’t do this to you anymore, y/n. i… i’m sorry.”

emergency sirens and flashing lights approach the old apartment building serving as yours and peter’s latest hideout. the whole world is on the lookout for him, so you two stowed yourselves away in brooklyn for a bit.

you were hopeful the rumors would pass eventually — about how peter shot the beloved mysterio and left him to die in cold blood. they’re merely talk, of course. you’d personally seen the events of that day unfold on the tower bridge. hell, your class was right at the center of them.

quentin beck was pure evil, so rotten he defamed both peter and spider-man with a charge as cruel as murder. he’s wreaking havoc on him from beyond the grave, over a complete misunderstanding that peter had nothing to do with.

beck’s true source of anger is stark industries. yet, once again, peter ended up the collateral damage.

he was deemed a wanted murderer. posters revealing his name and face were plastered up around the city, a reward even being offered to whoever who turns him in.

you’d proposed the idea of skipping town until things settled. the way you saw it, it was peter’s only option other than prison for twenty-five to life. peter was panicking and couldn’t think straight, so he went along with your getaway plan.

a few weeks later, he’s regretting it.

you’ve been the one person he could trust through this madness. you’re right there to console him, to protect him just like he does you. through sickness and health, life and clearly death, you stick by peter’s side. you left everything behind without a second thought, for him.

peter loves you more than you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend, which is why he can’t ask you to do that. this is his battle to fight, not yours or anyone else’s. his.

you suddenly freeze in your tracks, turning around to look at peter. “what are you talking about? you’re fine, pete.”

his eyes roam everywhere except to yours as they water. blinking back tears, he fixes his gaze on your intertwined hands. you notice a stray tear fall down his cheek and use one of your thumbs to wipe it away, then press a reassuring kiss to his lips. peter lets himself reciprocate momentarily before jerking back.

“please just… stop being so nice to me. you’re making this way harder than i wanted to to be,” he rasps and squeezes your hand tighter. you’re still lost, absolutely clueless about what he’s referring to.

“look, pete. i wanna hear you out, baby. but… i think it should wait until we get to jersey.” you keep your voice as calm as possible, though you’re terrified for both of you. since the feds know your location, they’ll have the place surrounded any minute.

hopping cities isn’t cutting it anymore, so you’ll have to change states this time. new jersey is next on your list.

using his strength to his advantage to hold you in place, peter seizes both your shoulders. his bloodshot eyes lock with yours. a stern expression coats his features, one you’ve seen from him yet never been on the receiving end of.

“we’re not going to jersey, y/n/n,” he declares, the sirens starting to grow louder. you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “we have to!” you immediately protest. “it’s not gonna be easy finding our way, but it’s the last-“

peter cuts you off, voice softer now. “no, no. that’s not what i meant.” he waits a beat and inhales a deep breath, aiming to settle his nerves. it doesn’t.

“i’m going to jersey. you’re staying.”

tears cloud your vision the second those words leave his mouth. you shake your head furiously back and forth, willing him to take them back.

part of you was always afraid peter would get second thoughts. not only about running away with you, about ever being with you. you’re both so young. your entire lives are ahead of you, and peter won’t allow you to risk your own because this isn’t worth a single bit of it.

he’d warned you how dangerous it was to be associated with spider-man. it’s why he held off on telling you about his alias for the longest he could. you naturally began asking questions whenever peter bailed on dates and showed up to school covered in bruises. he hated lying to you, using his stark internship as an excuse, so he finally came out and said it.

peter sometimes wonders if you’d be better off not knowing at all. it’s too late now, though.

“wait, what? why- why can’t i go with you?” you plead, peter’s fingers coming up to cup your cheek. his fingertips lightly caress your skin. “i’m a criminal, y/n. you’d be my accessory.”

it takes everything in him not to break down and sob along with you.

you lean into his palm, already missing his touch. “i don’t care... i don’t give a fuck. i just wanna be with you, peter.” peter literally has to bite his tongue to fight the urge to cry. hands grabbing either side of his head, your fingers twist in his hair roughly. “i’ll do anything, pete. i really will, i swear. name it.”

peter threads his own fingers through yours again, bringing your hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry, angel. i never should’ve gotten you involved,” he murmurs out and pecks your forehead. “you have nothing to prove to me, okay? you’ve done more than enough. i’m gonna return the favor.”

you let out a strangled whine, your knees buckling as you come to terms with the gravity of your situation.

this is it. this is the end of yours and peter’s story.

“hey, none of that. it’s okay,” peter coos, neither of you convinced. the tastes of salt and metal flood both your senses. he helps you back up and hugs your waist, peppering your cheeks in more kisses. you’re bawling now, arms wound around his neck, clutching at his tattered jacket.

free tears escape peter’s eyes at last. “i love you. i love you so goddamn much, y/n. never forget it,” he nearly whispers. you sniffle and push your forehead against his. “i’m not saying it back ‘cuz that feels like a goodbye, and i- i can’t say goodbye to you yet.”

“it’s not a goodbye,” peter reassures you, rubbing circles on your lower back. “it’s, uh, it’s a see you later. i’m gonna figure something out and be back to you before you know it. can’t get rid of me that easy.”

that earns a faint giggle from you, peter managing a grin. you two attempt to ignore everything happening beyond these walls, only focusing on the other.

“then, um…” you clear your throat. “i love you.” his smile dwindling slightly, peter nods and meets your gaze. “i love you too, baby. you should probably get going soon.”

affirming his advice, a booming voice that sounds from a microphone commands peter to come out with his hands up.

your worry spikes, instinctively drawing peter in closer. he forces himself to put on a brave face for you.

“i’m scared, pete. where… where am i supposed to go?” you rush to ask him. “home, y/n/n. go home,” peter decides, pressing a final kiss to the top of your head. “just don’t get caught, and you’ll be fine.” carding your fingers in his undone curls, you sigh. “easier said than done, but i’ll try not to.”

you’d never pictured that the sweet boy with a heart too big and brain even bigger, who sings you to sleep even though his voice sucks and spends his last dollar buying you flowers, would be accused of first degree murder. it isn’t true or fucking fair.

what’s worse, he has to bare this storm alone now.

you lift your heavy backpack off the cold ground, slinging it onto your shoulders. peter stares out the window and down at the assembly of swarm troops crowded together.

“are you gonna be okay?” you catch his attention. he snaps back into reality, pulling your hood up so it covers your head. you’re wearing a sweatshirt of his, after having gone through all your own clothes. “i hope so. are you?” peter repeats your question. “i hope so,” you echo.

tying your hoodie strings tight, peter offers a smile. “say hi to may for me. ned and mj, too.” it’s going to be tough to face his family and friends after this. “i will. i’ll let them know you’re alright.” you kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his chest. peter lets your touch distract him from the mess he’s about to be hit with.

“thank you, y/n. i’ll see you soon, baby. you have my word,” he promises, stepping back so you two can go your separate ways.

you watch him with fresh tears threatening to spill.

“i’m gonna hold you to it. be safe, spidey.”