#MY BBY SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT I FORGOT YOU WERE ALSO ONE OF PEOPLE WHO LIKED MY STARTER CALL

[heclingmuzik]

@baddestdangerboy​

It started off as a hum from her. She didn’t think she’d get so many audience from animals, but it happened. From humming, she decided to give them a good show and bust out in a full song. The place where Faunas and other creatures liked to hang out was a really nice spot to just...relax. For Ismael it was soothing and to sing around these beautiful creatures adds on to that. 

When she finishes singing, her eyes open and---Let’s say she wasn’t expecting a human being other than animals to have been listening. Damn.

“Uhhhhhh, ‘Sup?”

[renjunfromthestars]

more than

Pairing: Mark + reader, Bestfriend! Mark, Childhood friend!Mark

Genre: Fluff, angst, honestly a little bit of crack LOL

Song recs: Best friend + Untitled + Waiting Room (Rex Orange County), Sofia (Clario)

Warnings: Mild swearing and mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 7.0k (my longest fic yet, wow!)

Summary: You’ve known Mark for all your life, and it only takes one drunken night (plus a little intervention with Haehcan) to think that you wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better...

Notes: The fact that I actually had the patience to sit down and to write something above 3k words,,,,absolutely astounding, amazing, unique, never been seen before…. Mark is a little awk and always works so hard (poor bby), so imagining him as a super stressed pre-med major and oblivious best friend absolutely wrecks me thank you goodbye

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When you first meet Mark, you’re eight years old, and it’s at church. He’s dressed in his Sunday best: a light blue button up, khakis, and shiny dress shoes. He looks stiff as your mother introduces you two, with his shirt buttoned all the way to the collar.

It’s not that you dislike him, but you think he might dislike you, with the way he avoids eye contact, eyes tracing the floor, your shoes—anywhere but your face.

You see panic flash through his eyes when his mom gently pushes him towards you, telling him to take you inside and reserve a spot in the pews while she catches up with your mom. 

He shuffles awkwardly, and wordlessly, you follow him into the building.

The pews are almost empty, with the bulk of them being filled in the front by the old people that usually have nothing better to do on their Sunday mornings. Although your local church is on the smaller side, it feels unusually large with rows of empty pews, almost eerie. You shudder at shadows the walls make with the stained glass, and hurry to your usual spot towards the middle.

If Mark notices your apprehension, he doesn’t say anything. He’s oblivious, actually, not noticing your absence until he’s almost at the end of the rows. When you see him stop and search for you frantically, you stifle a laugh. 

He eventually finds you, and after shuffling awkwardly between the pews, makes his way to you. 

“This is kinda far, isn’t it?” he murmurs.

“Huh?”

“I mean,” he stammers. “I usually sit closer to the front. ”

You peer at him from the side. “You actually want to pay attention?”

He scratches the back of his head. “Well yeah, isn’t that the point?”

“I guess,” you say, looking at the ceiling. With the sprawling arches and patterns, the designs are pretty, you think. 

“You should at least try, it’s kinda interesting,” when you turn your head to look at him he turns away. “Only if you want to, of course.” he adds, fidgeting with his hands.

When you tell him that maybe you will, you see him crack a small smile.

It becomes a routine, almost every Sunday, with you and Mark sitting next to each other.  Whether it’s closer to the front or the back, it’s a whole debate. You usually give in, because when you walk in, Mark is already waiting for you in the front. 

….

“Do you still go to Church?”

You’re laying on a green bean bag in Mark’s dorm room, procrastinating on the midterm paper you were supposed to get started on, well, a week ago. 

You think for a second, hand raised to rub your chin, just to tease him. “What’s church?”

“C'mon dude, are you serious?”

“Barely,” you say, standing up to move to sit on his bed. “You should really get a new bean bag, it’s kinda deflated.”

Mark ignoring you, reaches over from his desk to fluff up the bean bag. “It’s because you sit on it so much.” 

“Are you calling me fat?” and before he can defend himself you finally answer him, “I stopped going in like, middle school. It would be hard even if I wanted to, to find a whole new congregation, and I’m just busy. Also, it’s so boring, I could cry.”

Mark perks up. “Not if you go with me.”

You groan dramatically, and Mark chuckles. 

“Good to know that you haven’t changed since you were eight.”

It’s just your view on church, that hasn’t changed since you were eight. First thing things first, you were 19 now, going on twenty. You’re in University now, your second year. It’s been a blur assignments, partying, coffee and term papers- you don’t have time to think about anything else right now. Except maybe actually starting your paper but-

Mark interrupts you midthought, breaking the silence. “Are you still with that guy?”

“Huh? Who? Yuta?”

“Yeah,” Mark responds sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

You roll your eyes. “No, we haven’t been together for a while. It wasn’t that important so I forgot to tell you.”

You can tell he's surprised about how unusually calm you are for talking about your first serious breakup, but he doesn’t say anything, instead just scratching the back of his head awkwardly in typical Mark fashion. “He was an asshole anyway,” Mark murmurs.

“What did you say?” you ask, acting shocked. “Mark Lee? Talking shit?”

Mark, embarrassed, refuses to repeat it. 

“I’m just saying, he wasn’t the right person for you.” he protests.

“As opposed to who? God himself?”

“I can think of a few,” he sighs, but you aren’t paying attention, instead laughing your ass off on his bed.

“You’re insufferable,” he says, standing up to open the door. “C’mon let’s go, I’m hungry. I know you’re not starting that paper anytime soon.”

…

It’s a routine, seeing Mark on Monday afternoons for lunch. Not Friday, because you were busy getting wasted, and consequently not Saturday, because you were too hungover. Not Sunday, because Mark had church, and you, well, were busy praying to God that you would be able to finish all the work you’d neglected over the weekend as a result. 

“I still don’t understand why you choose the worst day of the week for this,”  you say over your Kale caesar salad, pushing the leaves around aggressively. The University had a lot of healthy options, which you were grateful for. Grateful for you were not, were for the student loans you had to pay off every month, the exorbitant amount you partially owed to all the local and expensive organic produce the meal plan featured for the sake of being sustainable and health conscious.You could really give a rat’s ass about whether your salad was organic or not; if your weekends said anything about you, no amount of kale could help you (or your liver).

“It wasn’t really up to me,” Mark points out. “Maybe if you weren’t too busy being-”

“Ta ta ta,” you tsk, waving a finger around. “I, unlike you, actually have a social life.”

Mark frowns. “I have a social life.” 

Mark definitely had a social life. He was popular, even. As popular as you can be, being a preoccupied Pre-med with perfect grades. Mark is likeable. It’s not like he doesn’t have the opportunity to go on weekends if wanted to, he just chooses not to, deciding to slave away at biological functions, orbitals, and lab results instead. Even now, as he takes his glasses off to clean them, you notice the imprint they leave on his face from how long they’ve been sitting on his face, and doesn’t take you long to find the dark circles that grace the skin under his eyes: he’s exhausted.

You frown too. “You should really get out more Mark. You seem stressed.”

Mark gives you a small smile after putting his glasses back on, and then resumes typing on his laptop. “I don’t know how going out would make me less stressed,” he says, distracted. “I would only be more stressed, knowing the work I have to do.”

“Yeah, but you're pretty organized.” You point your fork at him accusingly, kale falling to the side. “Don’t you usually finish things early too?”

“Yeah, I do.” he admits,  and before you can press onwards you’re interrupted by a girl you recognize to be his lab partner.

Goggles in hand, you can see the marks they leave around her eye area, but she’s somehow still annoyingly beautiful, with her glossy straight hair and long eyelashes, but that’s not why you dislike her. She might be the most stuck up girl you’ve ever met. 

“Did you do the calculations yet?” she says, turning to Mark. ignoring you. It’s only when you cough in your seat that she turns to you. “And hello, (y/n).” An afterthought.

“Hello Yebin,” You give her a wry smile. “How's the lab?”

“The usual.” she glances at Mark, who seems to be doing some finishing touches on said calculations. “How’s Chem 2?”

Boy, does she really grind your gears. 

“It was fine, I actually placed out because I took it in high school.” Not to mention, it was a class for freshmen, and you were in fact, now a sophomore. 

Before she can say anything back, Mark claps his hands in celebration. “Done! Sorry it took me so long, I just had to double check some things.”

“It’s no problem,” and with the way her voice drips with a sickly sweetness, you want to gag. It’s so painfully obvious. “Are you still down for tomorrow?”

Poor Mark, always oblivious, stops typing on his laptop and looks up in confusion.  “Huh?”

You silently laugh at the expression Yebin makes when she realizes Mark has no idea what she’s talking about. “For our study session? The MCAT is just months away.”she reminds him.

Mark remembers. “Oh yeah, about that, I was thinking we could also invite-”

“Great!” she chirps, “See you tomorrow!” and with a flash of her white lab coat, she's gone. 

Mark scratches the back of his head. “I guess she had somewhere to be.”

You roll your eyes for what it seems like the 100th time this week, anymore and they might be permanently stuck to the back of your head. “She definitely likes you.”

“Who? Yebin? No way.” 

“Yes, Yebin, and yes way.” You fling a walnut from your salad over to his side, and he cringes.

“What is your problem?” he grumbles, and resumes typing on his laptop.

You drop the subject, because you know any talk on girls is completely lost on him. As you set aside your salad, you peer over at Mark, palm supporting your face. He’s focused, eyebrows slightly furrowed, with his lips mouthing over silently whatever science journal he was reading on his computer screen.

Mark has always been good looking, you think. You don’t know why you’ve never really noticed it before. His nose bridge gently slopes over his face, and his jawline is sharp, having lost his baby cheeks years ago. He works out often too, although he barely talks about it (maybe out of fear you’d tease him for being a gym bro). And with the way he’s so adorably awkward,  It’s no surprise really, that every girl friend that you’ve met of his seems to be completely smitten. 

Shaking your head, you snap out of it. It’s dangerous to think of Mark that way, you think. You’ve known him too long.

“My problem? I think you’re the one with the problem here. I’m surprised your hair isn't completely gray by now.”

Mark ignores you, probably mad at the fact you tried to start world food war three with him with a walnut.

“Hey.” you flick at his forehead to get his attention, and he flinches. 

“There’s a party this weekend at Johnny’s fraternity, you should come.” Johnny, being both your long time mutual friend (who’s demeanor is way too nice to fit the stereotypical frat boy image, really) who has since stopped asking Mark out of respect for his “med school grind”. 

“I’m already planning on it,” he responds, and you’re surprised. 

“Since when do you actually accept party invitations?”

“Since yesterday, because I’m tired of Haechan bothering me about it.”

You silently cheer, of course, you expect nothing else from Haechan.

…

“I never knew it was so hard to get booze.”

“It’s not hard if you’re 21.”

Scoffing, you turn your head to face the boy across from you. As if he can feel the burn of your gaze on his forehead, Haechan stops typing on his Macbook and lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

“No shit Sherlock, but last time I checked, we both weren’t 21.”

The sun had set a half an hour ago, and despite having spent the whole afternoon together, you and Haechan have had yet to come up with a way to secure the drinks you promised your friends for tonight’s pregame. With both of you being certified schemers representing your respective friends, you guess it wasn’t that big of surprise that the responsibility was left on both your shoulders. It beat scavenging alone, and spending time with Haechan wasn’t so bad either, when you two weren’t trying to kill each other. 

It was already late, and Haechan had deemed Ubering to the nearest packer store that sold Soju (the sweet sweet liquid of choice) was too much work. You on the other hand, had dismissed that option for a completely different reason. The issue in question was the flimsy, borderline pathetic excuse for a fake ID Haechan planned to use at the packer store. 

“Hey it works!” he protested. “You just act like you’re already legal and they don’t even card you. Easy.”

You roll your eyes as Haechan theatrically reenacts his last trip to the packer store.

“I asked him how he was doing, and he told me school sucks. I say to him, ‘Tell me about it,  thank god this is my last year!” and as if to emphasize his next point, he flicks his wrist in the air, ID snuggled between his index and middle finger. “And I was on my way. No issue at all.”

“That’s because he didn’t even see your fake I.D stupid. He would’ve called you out on your bullshit in an instant.”

Out of all the different options available, you could not fathom why he chose his fake ID to show that from all the places in this world, he was from freaking Hong Kong. There were fifty states to choose from, other English speaking countries, and he chose to pose as an  international student on a student visa. He could most definitely look the part, but after looking at the ID he proudly slaps on the common room lounge desk, you deadpan. The yellowish tint to the card was way too suspicious to be taken seriously.

“I wish we could just ask Mark,” you sigh, and Haechan looks at you like you’re stupid.

“He’s 20, ya dimwit.”

“I know, that’s why I said I wish. You have serious hearing problems.”

Haechan stops typing on his laptop to shoot you an especially heated glare, and you’re reminded again why he’s #2 on your fight list, right above Yebin. First place was taken by the girl you almost actually fought at that one University party a town over, wherever she is you hope she’s having a terrible day.

“If it were not for the rules of this land, you’d be dead right now Haechan.” 

Haechan places his head in his palms, and flutters his eyelashes disgustingly. 

“But you love me.”

“Yes, as much as Mark loves social events. Speaking of Mark, how on earth did you get him to leave his cave?”

“It didn’t take much,” and before you can call him out for lying, he shushes you.

“Okay, maybe a few days of nonstop begging.” Haechan says as his eyes dart across the laptop screen. You raise your eyebrow. “And I might have threatened to release pictures from the photoshoot his mom made him take when he was younger.”

“I expected nothing less from your evil, evil, mind.”

He scoffs. “Hardly. Just resourceful.”

Resourceful he is, because Haechan is the one who ends up finding a plug for the alcohol that night. 

…

A can of four loko, a bottle of soju, and a few shots later, you should be hammered, wasted even. But after 14 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days into college, your tolerance is pretty high, so you’re really just plain drunk. Even so, you’re a little messy (no surprise). You’re not in a state to be trusted with any errands, so you don’t understand why Haechan asks you to pick up Mark along the way to Johnny’s fraternity. 

“Why do I have to do it?” you whine, putting your hand over your forehead, and Haechan only laughs at your dramatic display of despair. 

“Because Johnny messaged me that Mark isn’t there, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him flake on me this time. ”

You point a finger at him, and he stifles a snort when you’re off by a couple inches. “Letting him flake on me, me, me as in you! It’s not my problem.”

But there’s no use in arguing with Haechan, and you know it. That’s why you find yourself stomping your way up the second floor of Mark’s dormitory like you’re in elementary school again, having just been scolded by your mom and being forced back into your room.

You knock at his door impatiently, and it feels like forever until you hear some shuffling, and see the door knob twist open. To be honest, it’s probably just a few seconds, but time is different when you’re intoxicated.

Before you even see him, it smells faintly of  shampoo and detergent, so you’re not surprised when he opens the door and you see his hair is still half wet from the shower. He’s definitely party ready, and when you mean party ready, he’s wearing the same loose black tee and grey joggers he wears to sleep. His socks don’t match and you try not to laugh, because it would be a bad look for you, to show up intoxicated, and apparently crazy. 

“Oh (y/n), what are you doing here? Oh shit is today Friday? I totally forgot, Haechan is going to kill me-'' He looks at you and then pauses, scrunching up his nose. “Have you been drinking?”

“No.” you say sarcastically, but it definitely falls short of Mark because he looks at you like he does not believe you. Good, because he shouldn’t.

He sighs, and ushers you in his room. It’s dark, with the only light emitting from the little steel lamp on his desk, which is covered with his notes, pencils, a textbook, and some highlighters. When you finally make your way to his bed (with difficulty) he sighs again, and you silently scold yourself for having that mini drinking contest with Haechan. If you thought you could handle your alcohol well, Haechan was an absolute monster. 

You nearly screech when Mark flashes a mini flashlight in your face, and he tells you to calm down before someone thinks he’s committing murder. He holds your face still with his index finger resting on your cheek and his thumb lifting your chin. You try your best not to squint when he tells you to, instead focusing on his face. He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath on your face. If you weren’t already so flushed from drinking, you suspect you’d look beet red now. 

“Well, your pupils still dilate normally, so I don’t think you have alcohol poisoning-”

The world is moving a little, so you plop backwards on his bed— albeit a little harder than expected because he rushes over to you and looks concerned. 

“-but I don’t think that’s the problem here.” he finishes. 

Your eyes are closed, mainly because his bed is really comfy. “I’m here to pick you up.” and as if to emphasize your point, you wildly start pointing in all directions, hoping it would land on him. 

You open your eyes when you feel him grab your finger and turn it thirty degrees to the left, just  stopping at his chest. Your sense of direction must be really bad, because it turns out you were pointing at nothing. 

“I don’t think we’re going anywhere for awhile”

“Noooooo” you wail, and Mark lets go of your hand to sit back down on his desk, and unsurprisingly, begins reading his textbook again. How he is able to focus with you in the background, you don’t know, but it must have taken years of practice.

At this point, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You shove yourself off the bed and grab his arms from behind him. His roller chair scoots a few inches before he stops it.

“You’re not exactly making great case for yourself here”

“Stop making excuses!” 

You aim straight towards the armpits, and you’re confused at the lack of reaction, so you reach over to squeeze his knee. Almost immediately, he crumples over, almost falling off the chair. 

“Can you-” he says mid laugh, “please” he gasps, “Stop that!”

You respond by attacking his other knee, and it’s over. He falls off his chair and you go down with him. The difference is that he recovers quickly, and starts tickling you back in revenge. 

You’re sensitive, so it feels like you’re dying. You try to use his arm as leverage to push yourself up, but next thing you know he’s toppeling over you. You close your eyes and wait for your head to kiss the cold hard floor but it never comes, because Mark's hand cradles your head, breaking the fall.

When you open your eyes, he’s closer than ever before, noses touching. Lips a mere centimetres away and in a weird embrace, you resist the urge to close the distance. 

Mark has always been good looking, especially now, so close to you. You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before.

When he pulls away he’s flustered, and for the first time, so are you. 

It’s an awkward silence, with you still on the floor as he stands up, rubbing the dusk from his knees. He scratches the back of his head and offers you a hand 

“Let’s head out,” he says.

“Yeah, let’s.” you echo. 

…

Although Haechan berates you for being more than a little late to the party, he’s overjoyed that you somehow managed to show up with Mark. Not that he didn’t have faith in you anyways, he tells you. It’s just that Mark is married to his Biology textbook, and she runs a tight ship. By the time you reached the frat with Mark, you’ve sobered up enough to enjoy yourself normally, 

It’s when you wake up in the morning, that you’re not okay. It’s not okay, because you dreamt of Mark, and that’s weird, because you and Mark were just friends, right? And you always will be. 

It’s not a big deal because friends dream of friends. Dreams are a product of your own desires environment, you tell yourself, it’s perfectly normal because you spend so much time with him.

What is not normal, is when you see Mark the following Monday, and are worried about it. You’re nervous the whole time, and it gets worse when you slide the little watermelon filled tupperware container across the table in apology for last Friday. He likes his watermelon cut up into little cubes, you remembered (why do you remember?), and you avoid his eyes, pushing a stray piece of hair behind your face. 

Mark, oblivious as usual, doesn’t really notice anything until 10 minutes in, as if your lack of rambling surprises him. Munching on the cubes, he asks if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I am.”

No you are not. You are utterly fucked. 

…

“But you need to promise me you won’t judge or make fun of me for it”

“Just say it already, Jesus.”

“It’s just so embarrassing.”

“Oh my god, are you in love with me?”

“No!” 

When placing your hands in your face, Haechan grants mercy on you, patting you on the back instead of teasing you further.

“I don’t know what else could be so important that you need to talk to me in person. Unless…. it’s about Mark?”

His hands stop soothingly rubbing your back and instead starts slapping it, waiting for you to laugh along with him. When he doesn’t get a response he gasps. Turning his head sideways to face you, he pries your fingers apart.

“No fucking way.”

“Right?” you moan.

“I was just joking, but I can’t say I didn’t expect it.”

You remove your hands from your face and look at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Like, you’ve known each other forever. You spend a lot of time together too. Someone was bound to catch feelings eventually.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to sulk.

“You know I’m right. You just don’t want to admit it because you’re the loser in this situation.”

Right he is, because you’ve been avoiding Mark for the past few weeks like the plague. You’ve told him that you’ve been busy with your final term paper (you’re not, you’re an engineering major why would you have one?), and although he was a little confused, he was probably also a little thankful because the MCAT was only a month away. 

As you tell him about your plight, Haechan listens thoughtfully, “mhming” and “ahh-ing” at all the right places.

“I don’t see how ignoring him helps you at all. I would say to just talk to him about it, but it’s Mark, he probably hasn’t thought about you that way at all.”

“Thanks,” you grumble. “So I’m basically one of the boys.”

“No really, mans might as well be the anemone from Nemo, I’ve never seen him interested in anyone.” Haechan sighs. “This is a tough one.”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something, but I might have to get creative.”

“I’d like to see you try Hyuck.”

…

It’s 9pm Sunday night, and there’s a knock on your door. It’s strange you think, because it’s a Sunday, and it’s a little late to be doing anything.

When you open the door, there he is, Mark Lee in all his 5’9’ glory, with a little bag in hand, in it your favorite milk tea. 

“It’s Sunday.” you say, intelligently. 

Mark just chuckles. “Yes it is, and your point?”

You step aside so he can walk in, and you’re embarrassed at your current state. For once, you’ve finished your assignments early, so you’ve spent the past four hours in your pajamas watching K-dramas and snacking on honey chips. You must look like a bum.

Mark on the other hand, always looks good, even in some old dress slacks, and an old t-shirt with some holes in it. He smells faintly of antiseptic, so he must have just come from a volunteering shift at the hospital. 

“It’s nice of you to drop by,” you poke the straw into the bubble tea. “And thank you for the bubble tea.”

“You’ve been busy recently so I figured you’d need it for the caffeine content, but it’s not like you sleep anyway.” he jokes. “How’s the term paper going?”

“The term paper? Oh right, the term paper. It’s alright,” you lie. “Just a couple of pages left. Beats having to take the MCAT though.”

Mark looks tired, with his hair slightly overgrown and his dark circles hallower than usual. You feel bad—he has a habit of overworking himself; you’re usually there to check on him but lately you haven’t, and he’s kind and thoughtfull enough to bring you something because he thinks you’re stressed.

“Yeah tell me about it,” Mark takes a seat next to you on your bed, head hitting the wall with a soft thump. “It’s going to be all over next week though, I can’t wait. I’ve missed you though.”

Busy silently cursing at yourself for the way your heart flutters at his admission, you forget to respond. Mark frowns, places his hand on your thigh in an attempt to soothe you, and it has the opposite effect—you think you might go into cardiac arrest. 

“Is something wrong?”

“N-no.” you stammer. “Just stressed. ”

Mark makes things worse by leaning in closer, gently placing the back of his hand on your forehead. “You’re kinda hot.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, like I think you may be running a fever.”

He hops off the bed, and rummages around in his little black bag, and pulls out a thermometer. He places a little sleeve on the end, and motions for you to open your mouth. When it beeps, he takes it out of your mouth and looks at the result.

“Your temperature is fine, but you should rest. I’ll see you soon okay?” He pats your head. “Take it easy, I know you’ll do great.”

…

You might not have a term paper, but what you do have is a physics final. 

The desk area is littered with eraser dust, crumpled paper, and half filled styrofoam cups of coffee that have since gotten stale. You swear to god that Physics was a subject meant to torture, not enrich the lives of college students. At this rate, you were seriously debating dropping out to become a stripper. 

Haechan, not sensing your dismay, disrupts your plans to drop out by telling you something that puts a damper on the rest of your day, as if Physics wasn’t doing that already.

“Have you noticed that Mark’s been hanging out a lot with that one girl lately? What’s her name? So-bin, Yee-ben, Ben 10, ”

“Yebin,” you snap. “And don’t ever disrespect Ben 10 like that again. ”

Haechan lifts his hands up, “ I agree she’s a total bitch, but man is she hot.”

“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better, not worse?” 

Haechan’s face softens and for once in his life, looks a little sorry. “All I’m saying is if you don’t do something soon, someone might do it for you. I overheard her saying something about her and Mark going to spring fling together.”

He’s not wrong, but Mark, at Spring fling? At a Darty? Willingly? His idea of a good time was studying.

“You’re kidding,” you scoff.  “As if he’d be caught dead at something like that.”

“I don’t know (y/n). He doesn’t really have much else to do now that the MCAT is over.”

Right, the MCAT. He took it last week. You mentally slap yourself for not asking how it went. 

“Speak of the devil.” Haechan says quietly, motioning behind you.

There she is through the glass, Yebin, pulling a seat next to Mark, not before sneaking up behind him and planting a fat kiss right on his cheek.

…

Maybe if this were a movie, you’d cry all weekend and he’d make it up to you; But this is real life, so you secretly cry for a week and sulk for the rest of the month, blaming your puffy eyes on seasonal allergies (In real life, Mark can’t make it up to you because he did nothing wrong. He’s also not even aware that you like him, but that’s besides the point).

Despite Haechan’s attempt to convince you that it could’ve been just a friendly kiss, a greeting kiss, a whatever kiss, you insist that you’re done with your little crush, that it had shriveled up and died. Although not so convinced, Haechan drops the subject all together and instead resorts to comforting you in his own way, which mainly just consists of making fun of you about other things.

Mark is a touchy subject, and you’re still avoiding him. Why? You don’t really know. You know it’s not fair to Mark, who is probably very hurt and confused at your lack of communication. Nonetheless, he doesn’t question it, and is so infuriatingly mature with his emotions that you suspect that he even respects it, because he stops texting you after a while. 

You feel bad about stonewalling him, leaving him in the dark, but really, what would you say to him? 

“Sorry-I-haven’t-been-talking-to-you-it’s-just-that-I’m-in-love-with-you-and-I’m-butthurt-that-you-have-a-girlfriend-of-course-it’s-not-really-your-fault-but-”

You shudder at the thought, because it’s just plain embarrassing. 

But really, you’re not the best at expressing your emotions—you’ve never been. Frankly, you’re tired of expressing your emotions because it never got you anywhere. Not with your mom, not with your dad, and definitely not with Yuta, who you dated for a year and half a year just to dump you like you were nothing. 

It’s not worth it, to put your emotions on the line for anyone, not anymore. You locked your heart away a long time ago, and you were a fool to let it come out last time, and you like to think you learn from your mistakes.

At least, that’s what you think, until you return home one Sunday night from the library and see a little cup of your favorite milk tea at the door, with a straw neatly balanced on the top. 

…

When spring fling rolls around, you still haven’t spoken to Mark, and if your friends catch on, they don't mention it. They know by now that you prefer to deal with things alone, to digest them for what they are and then promptly moving on—you know, like processing a death. 

It doesn’t really matter, you think. You and Mark have always been friends, and will always be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. And when you get over yourself, things will be fine. 

But really, how can it be fine when your whole world stops every time Mark looks at you?

You try not to dwell on it, even now weeks later. You’re busy getting ready to go out, blotting your lipstick on some tissue paper in your friend Yuna’s bathroom. 

“(y/n), you look amazing.”

When you turn to look at yourself in the mirror she’s right; The mascara you put on your lashes really brings out the color of your eyes, and your skin (thanks to Yuna’s highlighter compact) is literally glowing. You feel really pretty.

You turn to smile at her. “Thanks to you.” you tell her, and she gets bashful, pushing you out of the seat and ushering you out the door. You make it down stairs no problem, but she calls you as soon as you walk out the door.

“Yes, I have blotting papers with me, and no, I am not dating Haechan I’ve told you thousands of times-”

“What about me?” 

You turn around to find Haechan leaning against the dormitory wall, already waiting. 

Embarrassed, you tell her you need to go and hang up the phone. 

“How long have you been standing here? Hopefully not too long.” You apologize, but he assures you it’s all right.  

“Are you sure your friends are fine with you leaving them early to go with me?”

“Yes Haechan, they’re just happy that I have someone to go with.” you sigh. “Almost too happy.” 

He laughs, after looking at you, he pauses. “You look nice.”

“You do too, Hyuck.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say he seems embarrassed at your compliment. 

When you walk into the venue, you’re not surprised at how spacious it is. You’re used to your school going all out, from the kale salads and now, spring fling. They might as well call it spring semi-formal, because everyone is dressed their best. 

You see Johnny at the end of the punch table, and he waves, motioning for you two to join him. 

“And my favorite couple,” he greets you two, and you almost smack him upside down the head. 

“Relax, I’m just kidding.” and he leans in for a hug. “How are you (y/n), I haven’t seen you in a second.” 

“I’m good, just been super busy. You were so right, Professor Kim has been really keeping me on my toes in Physics 430,” you laugh. “Every time I walk into the classroom I can feel my life flash through my very eyes.”

He laughs, and you all laugh with him. Johnny tends to have that kind of effect on people.

“How’s Mark?” he asks, and you cringe. “It’s been a while.”

You laugh nervously  “ I haven’t seen him in a while either.”

“Oh really. Don’t you see each other every week?”

“Well we used to,” you panic. “Just not anymore because, you know, I-”

“Because you’ve been so busy,” Haechan finishes.

Johnny gives you two a strange look but continues talking anyway.

“Well that’s life. Poor boy’s been studying for the MCAT like his rent is due tomorrow.”

“More like everyday.” Haechan snickers. 

Johnny doesn’t hesitate to flame Haechan for his insolence, and begins teasing him for almost failing Calc II (Calc II was kind of hard you admit but that is an admission that will die with you), meanwhile, you’re whisked away by Yuna and her entourage. You glance at Johnny and Haechan, who bid you farewell with a nod of their heads.

It’s fun, you’re having a great time dancing, and eating mini hot dogs on a toothpick (you guess your university had to cut corners somewhere). When Roxanne plays, you and Yuna go wild, nearly knocking over a waiter over with a silver tray. You have so much fun, that you forget that Mark Lee exists until you make eye contact across the floor. 

It's no surprise that he’s with Yebin, who looks annoyingly prettier than usual, with her makeup all done and satin dress. She’s pulling him in the opposite direction, but Mark seems to pay no mind, instead staying in place, looking at you. A moment passes, and you see him excusing himself. When he begins to head your direction. You panic. 

Before you can even react, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close. When you finally turn to see who it is, you’re nose to nose with none other than Haechan.

“What are you doing?” 

“Just go along with it,” Haechan whispers through his teeth. Your hands are pressed against his chest, and he grabs one of your arms, placing it around his neck.

“Go along with what? Have you lost your mind-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, his lips press against yours and your mind goes blank. He tastes like peppermint and aftershave, with his lips soft in the center and just a little chapped around the edges.  

When you two finally part, Mark is nowhere to be found, and you don’t know how to feel. 

“Haechan I-” you stammer. “I need to go.” 

You hurry off, and he doesn’t follow you. 

…

When you’re outside, it’s  cold; the air is brisk and definitely doesn’t help steady your breathing, it only makes it harder. It’s a lot to process, Mark, Yebin, Haechan. It’s a lot, and you feel like you’re in emotional overdrive, with all the feelings you’ve been trying to keep in for the past few months coming back to bite you.

You sit down at the edge of the fountain outside the venue, and you nearly get soaked. It misses you by mere inches, with the ceramic fish looking at you almost mockingly. You don’t care, with all the thoughts running through your head right now, you think you might go insane. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there at the fountain when you feel something wrap around you, warm like it was just taken out of the dryer. It smells familiar, like cologne and faintly of antiseptic—it smells like Mark.

You don’t look at him when he sits down next to you, legs open, hands crossed. And he doesn’t look at you. It’s radio silent.

“So you and Haechan, huh.”

“So you and Yebin.” you echo. 

Mark looks at you for the first time, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Oh that.” He shuffles awkwardly. “I don’t really like her like that.”

Your head raises in surprise, and you face each other for the first time in months.

“I thought you guys had a thing.”

Mark scratches the back of his head. “Well we do, but it’s just in her head” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. “She came onto me last week, so I finally set things straight.” Noticing your reaction, he just shakes his head. 

 “I don’t think it worked though,” he adds.

“I would think, you’ve always been too nice for your own good.” 

“I just didn’t want to hurt her feelings, you know?” he murmurs. “I feel terrible.”

“You’re not a terrible person just because you don’t like someone back.”

“Maybe not, but I believe not wanting you and Haechan to be together does.”

It takes a moment for his words to register within you, and even after you process them, you’re not sure what to say.

“We don’t like each other like that.” you interrupt him.

Mark looks visibly confused. “Then you and Haechan aren’t??” his voice falters.

“No more than you and Yebin. I promise you it’s not what it seems like.” you tell him and it finally clicks. You’d have to thank the idiot later. Right after you slap him.

Mark doesn’t question it, not even when you start crying. You don’t question it either, unsure of why you’re crying. 

“You’re so stupid,” you sniffle. “I’ve liked you for so fucking long.” 

Mark pulls out his pocket square to gently wipe the tears from your face, and places his hand on top of yours. 

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? You could have just said something.” his says softly

“I didn’t want to ruin anything. We’ve always just been friends.”

“I think we’ve always been just more than that.” he says, leaning in, hands cup your face gently. 

 “Just took some of us a little longer to realize.”

....

“That was very nice of you,” Johnny says. 

“Yeah. Very nice.” Haechan echos. 

“How long has it been, that you’ve liked her for? Three years?”

“Two going on three.” 

Johnny lets out a low whistle, and looks down at the younger boy worriedly. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Haechan glances at you and Mark through the glass, outside the venue. With Mark whispering in your ear and you laughing, you seem so happy; happier than you’ve ever been with him.

“Yeah, I am. More than okay.”

[kenmasgameboy]

ruin me.

chapter 8: who?

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kuroo tetsurou came into y/n’s life when she needed him to fuck it up the most.

Kuroo tapped the notebook you where you were rewriting your notes for better organization. You looked over, eyes wide with the sudden eye contact he made. Fuck, he’s so hot. You thought this to yourself and had to look away.

“When do you have to close up?” Kuroo asked, his voice smooth in your ear as you become painfully aware of his gaze.

“Half an hour.” You mumbled, checking your watch. Thanks to the silence around you he still heard you.

“Perfect, uh.” Kuroo nervously fiddled with his pencil, trying to prepare himself to be rejected, “Could I walk you home when you’re done?”

“What?” You practically choke it out, your skin feeling hot and sweaty under your current predicament.

“It’s just getting late, I think Inuoka had to have gone home by now if you were planning on going with him. But I’d love to walk you. I really don’t mind.” Kuroo insisted. You gripped the page of your book, crinkling the corner of it between your thumb and index finger.

“Kuroo-san?” You finally gain the courage to say something above a mumble.

“You don’t have to be so formal—” Kuroo started but you needed to let it out before you swallowed it back down forever.

“Why are you messing with me? I know I tweeted that thing but I didn’t think you’d ever see that. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You said it in practically one long breath, trying to get it all out of your chest like blowing it into a balloon.

“What tweet? Oh the one where you said I was some good fucking food, something about being a delicious specimen, right?” He flashed a handsome teasing grin your way. Your whole body felt like cringing, curling in on itself until you turned into seafoam but restricted it to just your hands curling and your face wincing. Why did you ever forget the internet is forever?

“I’m just teasing you. Of course, I’m flattered. But I was interested in knowing who you were before I even saw that.” He insisted, his genuine smoothness spilling across the table.

“Oh.” You said, quickly turning your face into your opposite shoulder as to hide the panic and flustered expression you surely are wearing. Kuroo wanted to see that face so bad. A light breath was exhaled from his nose as he held back his laugh, you were amusing though he would give you that.

“Why don’t I walk you home?” He repeated himself. You remembered Inuoka’s long gone and the dark of the night had already settled in. You couldn’t walk home alone, but walking home with a guy you didn’t know very well also didn’t sound like a fun risk.

“Y/N-chan?” Your class representative suddenly had approached the desk, Nakamura Satoshi. You hadn’t spoken to him much, only when he needed you to do a certain task. He was #1 in your year, and was extremely popular with the staff and faculty. He wasn’t exactly Kuroo’s status with popularity, but he was up there. There was no doubt people knew who they were. And they knew who each other were.

You were so thankful that nobody else was in this library. As this would be quite the sight for anyone to see. Two of some of the most popular boys at this school hanging around the loner librarian assistant. What was next? Was an idol going to come try to talk to you as well? You set a reminder in your head to punch Inuoka for leaving you alone tonight.

“Ah, Satoshi-kun, I’m sorry I forgot you were here. Can I help you find something? I was about to close up.” You smiled lightly at him. Your interaction with this guy made Kuroo want to put his fist directly into Nakamura’s face. Did he not see he was working on something over here? He just had to come ruin it, huh? Why were you so familiar with each other? Kenma said you didn’t talk to anyone. Kuroo’s patience was coming to a stifling end.

“Ah not exactly, I’m sorry to keep you past your shift. Is the librarian coming to relieve you?” Satoshi asked you,

“No, I’m locking up tonight. She texted me a little while ago to let me know she couldn’t come back to do it.” You said. Kuroo was getting antsy, starting to pack up his things as he tried to urge this kid to stop talking. He was getting the need to be petty, jealous of how comfortable you were with him.

“Oh, I see.” He said, returning his voice to a normal level since nobody else was here, “I was wondering if you could help me understand this assignment from English? You got second highest in that subject last term, right?”

“Well, yeah. Second to you?” You turned your head to the side in confusion, but Kuroo didn’t miss a beat in understanding this guys game plan.

“I could help you.” Kuroo smiled nonchalant, playing coy as if he didn’t know a thing.

“Oh, Kuroo-san! My apologies, I didn’t see you there.” Satoshi bowed and smiled politely. Immediately it was like a surge of lightening went through both of their eyes, their competitive natures being at opposing sides with each other.

“No worries, I scored #1 in english the last 3 years, I don’t mind helping you.” Kuroo said, trying to draw his attention away from you.

“That’d be great, but I’d feel like I was cheating if i got help from someone as advanced as you. Besides, Y/N-chan always takes the best notes from what we covered in class today. I swear! They’re always better than mine.” Satoshi was being light-hearted but not even you could deny the air had gotten thicker.

“It’s okay, um. Is it this one? I’ll admit it was kind of difficult. Learning when to use past, present, and future tense verbs can get rather difficult especially if it changes mid-sentence.” You said this while looking down at the identical sheets, trying to ignore that half of the answer bubbles looked like they used to have writing in them but had been erased. But Kuroo certainly couldn’t ignore that.

“I know, I’ve been kinda struggling with it. Kuroo-san, this could take a little while. You shouldn’t have to wait for Y/N-chan. I can walk her home.” Satoshi tried to wave him off. Kuroo stood up, using his height to his advantage over Satoshi who was probably only 4 inches shorter than Kuroo, but still enough to make his point.

“I don’t mind waiting, I already got my studies done for the day. No need to rush.” Kuroo insisted, “Besides, L/N already told me she wanted me to walk her home.”

“I don’t remember her saying that.” Satoshi pointed out, causing Kuroo’s eyes to widen. So, he had been listening to them. “Y/N-chan, do you mind staying with me, I’d love your input about a few other things for our class? I’ll walk you home and buy you something from the vending machine.”

You wanted to explode. Right then and there felt like the perfect time to just implode actually, so why couldn’t you spontaneously combust.

“Uh..” You nervously fiddled with the end of your uniform sweater, you looked up to Kuroo for some kind of answer. You don’t know why you had done that, you just felt like he would help you in this. Inuoka normally would be that person for you, but now out of the two in front of you, you go to Kuroo. But he just stared down Satoshi instead, when you made eye contact with him you backed down again. You panicked under his gaze. He registered that look you were giving him a second too late, “Kuroo-san, I would feel bad making you wait for me. It’s okay to go on without me.”

Kuroo wished he could back track, he wished he had the right authority to just pick you up and take you with him. He wished he could’ve gone back to when you looked at him with those panicked eyes looking for an answer and answered for you again so that you would feel like you had an ally. Satoshi didn’t skip a single beat, he took the seat Kuroo had been sitting in for the last few hours to make sure he could be even closer to you than he had been to immediately start asking you questions to ignore Kuroo.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, L/N.” Kuroo couldn’t help but hang his head with his defeat. As soon as Kuroo left through the front doors, the rubber band you felt between the two of you that had been getting pulled tighter and tighter was cut by the doors of the library. It snapped back and hit the air out of your chest. You felt weaker without him, like you couldn’t focus on what Satoshi was asking you even though you were more familiar with him he never gave you the same feeling of blissful silence in the way Kuroo gave you today.

You didn’t know that Kuroo was going to give you up that easy. You didn’t know that he wasn’t. That he was waiting down the hall waiting for you to leave with that guy with you so he could prove his own suspicions. He was never going to give up that easily.

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Hiii and welcome!! May I please request for the lovable annoying baby Hinata who has a HUGE crush on this popular girl in his class and one day she sees him at the mall or something and rushes to him begging him to pretend to be her boyfriend because there’s a group of guys that won’t leave her alone and that’s when she finally realizes that this gorgeous sweetheart exists and Hinata is just on cloud 9 the entire time but then he remembers it’s all fake :((((( teeeee

✿ pretend boyfriend pt. 1

♡ scenario ♡ for hinata

❧ fem reader

✎ 3.2k words

a/n: aw hello ty for the welcome <3 also this request made me cackle AAHAHAHAHA. also this format is interesting lolol, im so indecisive about how i want it

anyways, hope u enjoy hehe >.> this came out a lot longer than i had originally planned but did i even have a plan in the first place buut i aint complaining LOL

also yes theres going to be a pt 2 firhfnxfwifj hehe

requests: open! pls bbys dun b shy i have summer skool soon fml i need this to make me procrastinate on work LMAO

-having been preoccupied with volleyball, crushes never crossed Hinata’s mind

-however, he was about to find out that he was quite clueless when it came to love

-he found himself speeding to school on his bike one morning, riding at breakneck speed to try to make it on time

-ahhhh, i was so excited about the first day of going to karasuno and seeing their volleyball team that i couldnt sleep until 4 am...!

-that explains why he overslept

-lost in his thoughts, he nearly failed to notice the girl who was walking in front of him

-and so, at the very last minute, he swerved. i nto a tree.

- “oh my gosh! are you okay??”

-if he wasn’t okay before, now he’s cURED because the most beautiful girl was looking down at him with an outstretched hand, concern in her eyes

-he jumped up instead and waved his arms in front of himself, blushing and nodding, “y-yeah, I’m fine! don’t worry about me, a-are you okay??”

- “you’re the one who crashed into the tree!” you responded with shock as you moved to pick up his bike off the ground (luckily, it was undamaged)

-he took the handlebars after you offered them to him

-you frowned slightly. “i’m sorry, i should’ve watched where i was going. are you hurt?”

-he was too busy gawking at you to realize his head started bleeding

-cue you yelling frantically “y-your head! it’s bleeding!” and rushing him to the nurse’s office

-in his head: ‘i-im holding her hand’

-nearly combusted on spot

-and that was how he met you

-later he found out he actually shared the same class with you!

-though you never seemed to notice LOL

-you sat on the opposite side of the room, closer to the front of the class

-he sat all the way in the back, so it’s not like you would’ve really seen him but it was the perfect spot for hinata to stare at you and not pay attention to class

-and during breaks or when the teacher left the room for a few minutes, everyone around you would try to spark up a conversation with you

-oh how he wished he could make you smile and laugh like that too

-and whenever he saw you outside of class, he hid immediately (behind walls, doors, lockers, people *coughkageyamacough* “hinata boke!”, etc) and admired you from afar, way too nervous to approach you after your first encounter several weeks ago

-he just kNOWS he’ll do something stupid and end up a stuttering, blushing mess

-besides, you probably forgot who he was ;((

-one day at lunch, he hid behind yamaguchi, who was confused until he followed hinata’s intent gaze to your form, which was walking by in front of the pair

-kageyama, who also took notice, smiled devilishly

- “pfffft, she’d never glance your way”

- tsukki deadpanned, “you don’t stand a chance. she’s way too pretty for you and people are lining up just to talk to her”

-cue hinata fighting kags n tsukki, blushing and with tears pricking at his eyes

- “aw, guys, don’t be so mean, I think he just has a crush!” yams snickered what an angel (no i am not in love w this man)

-one weekend, hinata was out in a nearby shopping area to get some snacks for natsu cuz she wouldn’t stop bugging him about it (“you ate the rest of my candy, so you have to go get me some more!”)

-as he was leaving the store, hand in his bag, he felt a tug on his sleeve and heard a “psst”

-some higher being must’ve blessed him that day because here he was, face to face with the girl who’s been on his mind everyday for several weeks

-sdgfhjkljihyuitufjhk

-error.exe

-he opened his mouth to say something, maybe like a:

-“h-hey! you look familiar, I totally don’t know your name or think about you before i sleep at night, s-so hOWS the weather???”

-but before he could humiliate himself speak, you gave him a small smile and asked, “aren’t you the guy i took to the nurse after you crashed into that tree?”

- “y-yeah, that was me!” he stuttered out

-he was trying so hard to keep his cool, but he could feel his palms get sweaty and his body quiver with pANIC

-you stifled a giggle with your hand (hinata: so cute dfghjfgljkl) "im glad to see you’re doing well. sorry, i never introduced myself. my name’s y/n, what’s yours?”

-you extended your hand as a greeting

-yet all he could do was stare at it, dumbfounded

-the two brain cells he owned said we ouTTIE

- “my name’s hinata!” he yelled dramatically for no reason. “sorry, my hand’s a bit sweaty, otherwise i would shake yours!” so instead, he bent forward in a bow

-eyes wide at his sudden outburst and gesture, you laughed in response and waved a hand, “it’s okay, really! nice to meet you again, hinata”

-a few moments of silence passed by, he was still bending over, and you were looking at your surroundings awkwardly

-risking a glance up, he caught a nervous expression on your face, and it made his eyebrows furrow in concern

- “hey, are you okay?” he asked as he straightened his body

-nice. smooth and direct.

-you sheepishly looked at the ground and absentmindedly itched the side of your head, twirling a strand of hair with your finger

- “this is kinda embarrassing, but um... could you do me a favor? i promise it’s nothing too bad!”

-little do you know he would literally do aNYthing for you right now

- “of course!” he replied a little too quickly. “w-what is it?”

- “soooo, i ran into these guys from school earlier, and they won’t stop bothering me, especially this one guy. a lot of girls like him and think he’s cool, but he’s such a jerk! i honestly don’t know what they see in him. he’s been so insistent on dating me the past few weeks that i try to avoid him as much as possible...”

-you shyly looked up at him and he had to refrain from exploding

- “could you please, uh, pretend to be my boyfriend?”

-b-b-b-boYFrIeNd??

- “y-y-y-your b-b-b-boyf-f-friend?” he managed to sputter

-you clasped your two palms together in front of your face like a prayer and leaned forward slightly, closing your eyes. “just for today, i promise! i remember you were really sweet when i first met you, so i thought i could ask you! i need to get a few things and i know he’s still around here, so i might run into him and his friends again. also, earlier, i uh... kinda told him i had a boyfriend to see if he would back off, but i think it just made him angrier...”

-you were talking a bit too fast for hinata’s nonexistent brain to process, but he got the gist

-basically, he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of some guy that wouldn’t leave you alone

-it almost sounded like a dream come true

-except for the fact this was all fake and he wasn’t actually your boyfriend

-BUT HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU AND PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING HE WANTED TO BE

-AND PROTECT YOU

-AND HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU

-but...

- “err, how do i do that?”

-you looked back up at him questioningly. “do what?”

-he looked off to the side in embarrassment. “w-well, i’ve never really dated anyone, so i’m not sure how to act and make it believable...”

-you clasped his hands making him even more flustered and jumped up in excitement

- “so you’ll do it??”

-he could only manage to nod in response

- “great! ahhhh, thank you so much! you don’t know how much i appreciate this! as for the acting... well, we just have to do couple-y things. y’know, hold hands, stand close to one another, feed each other, take pictures together, kiss, all that stuff. just follow my lead!”

-did his ears deceive him?

-did you just say

-kISS??

-he?? was going to get?? to?/ kisS yOu?//dfokgjif

-he definitely looked like an idiot right now

-wide eyes glazed over, mouth opened slightly for the soul leaving his body, a grey and sickly pale complexion, stomach twisting from nerves and butterflies

-noya and tanaka would be so jealous

-and possibly kill him so they could replace him as your pseudo boyfriend

- “hinata? what’s wrong, d-did i say something?”

-your concerned voice brought him back to earth

-gazing into your cute, confused eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled

- ‘im acting so uncool right now! y/n needs my help!’

-he mustered up the courage to flash you a determined smile and a thumbs up. “i’ll be the best fake boyfriend you could ever ask for!”

-you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat

-you chuckled at his genuine display and smiled back. “then in that case, would you mind tagging along as i pick up a few things?”

-he could barely hold himself together when you clasped his hand and scooted close to him

-so close he could smell a pleasant scent wafting from you

- ‘i cant believe this is happening im holding her hand agAIN was this meant to be—‘

-and then his mind went blank for like the hundredth time in the last several minutes

-he followed you around, trying to steady his rapidly beating heart and ignore the warmth that remained on his cheeks

-how could you be so calm when you two were holding hands for so long?? (kags: it means she doesnt like u)

-he was both elated and terrified at the same time

-hinata couldn’t help but relish the way your fingers felt interlocked with your own

-how you slightly swung your arms together as you walked

-the way your eyes shone as you talked so casually with him

-the crinkle of your eyes and the sweet sound of your laugh when he said something that was apparently funny

- ‘fjjkdjnf i made her laugh‘

-he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair brushed your face when you leaned forward to inspect an item on a shelf

- “this is kinda cute, don’t you think?” you held up a small plush of a hedgehog

- “y-yeah, adorable!” but i’m not talking about the hedgehog

-it was no surprise to him, really, to see why you were so popular with everyone

-what’s not there to like? aside from your stunning beauty and intelligence, you were naturally charming and radiated an aura that just drew others in

-two hours passed and you both ended up sitting at a table, hands linked together across the table’s surface

- “ah, i need to answer this,” you breathed out, letting go of his hand to rummage your bag and answer your ringing phone

-ngl his hand was already getting cold and he missed your touch

-after a few nods and short replies, you ended the call and stood up

- “well, now that i’ve gotten everything, i have to head home now. ..”

- “oh... i-i mean, oh, alright! uhh, it was nice um, shopping with you!”

-his heart sank a bit now that this blissful time had come to an end

-disappointment seeped in hello darkness my old friend

-you, too, were a bit dismayed. you never expected to have enjoyed your time with him that much

-how come you never saw him at school? you definitely would’ve loved to get to know him more...

- “y-yeah, i had a good time, too! er, shopping, i mean! thanks again for following me around, though. you’re really sweet, hinata. i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help...”

- ‘come on, this is your chance!’

-boyo took another deep breath and opened his mouth to say, “y/n, could we do this again som--”

- “y/n! heyyy, i’ve been looking for you, sweet cheeks!”

-you both whipped around to see a group of guys approaching your table

-quickly, you pulled hinata close to you and whispered in his ear, “act natural.”

-nAtUral?????

-nodding, he stood up straighter and hesitantly snaked an arm around your waist

-then stiffened in fear when you were both surrounded by a group of guys who were all way taller than him

-you gave the boys a suspicious eye and scooted closer into hinata’s touch

-“what do you want? for the last time, i am not going out with you. don’t you know anything about respecting other people? besides, i’m already with someone,” you huffed

-the one in the front cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you two

-he had silky dark hair, smooth skin, a captivating gaze, and a smirk that could creep right under your skin

-“you expect me to believe small fry’s your boyfriend? him? with YOU? you could do so much better, buttercup. I could make you feel so good.”

-hinata could tell this guy was bad news. really bad news. he was the type who wouldn’t take no for an answer

- ‘ahhh, what do i do?? if i just stand here, he’s gonna keep harassing her! and possibly even hurt her...’

-the guy inched closer to you, much to your obvious discomfort as you stepped back, and he reached out to touch your cheek

-but hinata was quicker, and he slid in front of you before the guy could lay a finger on you

- “leave her alone! she obviously wants nothing to do with you.”

-the fiery glint in his eye was almost enough to make the other guy back off, but his pride wouldn’t let him

-angry, he instead grabbed fistfuls of hinata’s collar and spat in his face, “say that again, shorty.”

-hinata continued to stare into the other guy’s eyes daringly and grabbed a hold of his wrist in response

- “she said no. quit harassing a girl who’s made it clear she’s not interested, or else.”

- “or else what.”

-his grip on the guy’s wrist tightened and his eyes sharpened. “you’ll have to get through me, first.”

- “tch,” the taller male scoffed. he let go of hinata, pushing him back and glaring as he did so. then he glanced over at you still standing behind the orange-haired boy

- “bet you’ll get bored of shortstack over here soon enough. i’ll be waiting,” he remarked with a wink

-then he and his friends turned and walked away, disappearing from view

-hinata, who’s been running on pure adrenaline during this whole encounter, then collapsed on the floor from all the excitement and terror he tried to contain

- “h-hinata?!” you gasped, using your arms to support his sluggish body

- “ahhh... i thought he’d at least swing at me, but i got lucky...”

-he sounded breathless

-however, the last thing he expected was the soft press of your lips on his cheek

- “thank you, hinata. i really appreciate the way you stood up for me back there. no one’s ever really done that for me.”

-how many times can you die and come back to life in the same day?? p sure hinata’s broken the record for that by now

- “o-o-o-of course! i couldn’t just let him keep thinking that going after you like this is o-okay! i-i didn’t even do much, i-i mean you’ve been standing up to this guy for weeks, this was the least i could do to help--”

-and you were huGGING HIM

-he awkwardly returned the gesture, eyes wide with shock as he patted your back

- “i mean it. thank you. i hope he backs off, but...” you bit your lip and pulled away

- “w-what’s wrong...?”

-you sighed. “i have a feeling he’s still going to be bothering me for a while. i hate to ask this of you, but...”

- “could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit longer? at least until he gets the hint and stops...?”

-did this mean...

- ‘dating’ you at scHOOL???

-kageyama and tsukki will never let him live it down, he could already imagine their comments

- “why’d she pick you of all people for this job?? you’re so?? you???”

- “couldn’t she have chosen to be with someone more believable??”

-he shook his head from his thoughts

- “i-is that a no?” you asked worriedly

- “n-no! i mean, yes! i mean, ignore that! i can pretend for as long as you need, y/n.”

- “ahhh, thank you so much, hinata! i promise i’ll treat you to something in return!” you brought him back in a hug, swaying side to side in glee

-you both stood up after you let go. “we should exchange numbers!” you suggested

- ‘oh my gawd, im getting her number rdftegiuofref’

-tanaka and noya would be so proud tho

-you quickly typed down your contact information on his phone before handing it back to him. “alright, here you go, just give me a text! i have to go now.”

-you picked up your bags and gave him a parting smile. “i’ll see you at school! get home safe!”

-and with that, you were on your way

-he stood there and watched as you left, holding onto the cheek you had kissed earlier

-he couldn’t believe it

extra:

-he had texted you after he got home, giggling like a lovesick preteen (was he not thooo LOL) as he was reading your messages and sharing memes with you

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : oh ye btw, who’s your teacher? also, where do you usually hang out? just so i know where to find you. i never c u around school for som reason

me: oh rlly? thats strange... (pretending like he doesnt hide from you lol) im usually in the courtyard during lunch or in the gym for volleyball practice, and i have class with ms. akio

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : WE’RE IN THE SAME CLASS??? omg im so sorry, i never noticed :((

me: oh no its okay! i sit all the way in the back, so

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : well, i’ll make sure to greet you next time :) ! we’ll be seeing each other a whole lot more now, so

-he was still smiling like an idiot when natsu burst open his bedroom door

- “where’s my candy?!”

-shit, you probably took it with all your other bags by accident

- “uhhh....”

- “shoyooooo! you owe me, big time!”

-he rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i know, i’m sorry, i’ll buy you twice as much tomorrow.”

-he went back to typing away at his phone

-natsu raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “whatcha doinnn?”

- “nothing, go away.”

- “you’ve been on your phone all day!”

- “and?”

- “are you talking to a giiirrrlllll?”

- “n-no!”

- “then why are you blushinggg?? moommm! shoyo has a girlfriend!” then she added to her brother, “can i see her?? is she pretty??”

-he just groaned, putting a hand up to his face to cover his blush, and nodded

a/n: OKAY this def took me longer than i thot AAHAHA but no ragrets. ty for your request, anon, i rlly enjoyed writing this and i hope you liked it! there will be a part 2, ill try to get that done soon >.> stay tuned hehe. msg me or send me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist cx <3 have a great day or night, lovelies, wherever you are

[florafey]

Thoughts on QoN

I started reading The Queen of Nothing on 19 November, 2019, and finished it about fifteen minutes ago on 23 November, 2019. Much as I did with The Wicked King, here are my thoughts while reading.

Spoilers, of course, are under the cut

- Oak is EIGHT??? I’ve been writing him like a three year old this whole time lol whoops sorry Oak

- Idk how to feel about this whole Vivi/Heather thing it smells like manipulation to me

- Lmao Jude’s a freelancer gotta love it

- I have now named my Goblin Brain Grima Mog how dope is that name fr

- Jude is an adrenaline addict and that’s a fact

- “It feels good to be fighting someone other than myself” SWEETIE CARDAN LOVES YOU

- Oooooooh I like Grima Mog I have a feeling she and Jude are going to cross paths again, maybe in Faeire

- (Also not surprised by Grima’s prediction of Cardan being dethroned soon that boy hates his job more than retail workers during the holidays)

- Oh look, three books in and Jude is finally admitting her feelings for Cardan

- I love the juxtaposition between Taryn in her pretty dress and Jude literally being two steps from death and not seeming to care lol

- Hmmmm okay I want to believe that Taryn killed Locke but couldn’t this just be a way to get Jude back into Faerie??? Idk why they would want that but I don’t trust Taryn 

- (Also I hope Locke is dead it would be Taryn’s one redeeming quality)

- ooooooohhhhhh shit Taryn’s PREGNANT AASHHSJSDKJDKSSKLDSJDJSJ HAHAHHAHAH this is too good oh no

- There’s literally zero chance of this plan of Jude pretending to be Taryn is going to go well. Or even close to well

- “Squeeze hug” awww that’s gonna be in a fic I promise

- This feels like The Parent Trap

- I’m sweating

- ITS CAAAAAAARDAAAAAAAN 

- Oh and his tail is out wow good for him

- Fuck a duck I love his tail

- And gold eyeliner, stellar cosmetic choice if I may say so

- Yep I knew it see here she goes off to his chambers he’s gonna find out eeeeekkkkk

- He knowsssssss he been knew of COURSE he been knew how could I be so stupid to think he didn’t know it was Jude this whole time I’m a clown and a fool

- Wow I’m kind of soft right now I love my babies and they clearly love each other but they’re being so ANGSTY AAAAAA

- “Wisdom is for the meek” uhh??? Madoc what are you talking about bud

- Ahhhh see now Jude is getting protective over her throne and crown, she’s blooming into a Queen....good shit for sure

- Also Jude better be the spy she was born to be now that she’s in Madoc’s camp and he thinks she’s Taryn

- Oh, she’s going foraging in the woods? By herself? Yeah, this is gonna go great, Oriana, really

- Yeah def can’t trust Grimsen although I love how Holly Black describes his work and how they’re beautiful but also deadly and cursed

- I’d like to hear more about how he tried to kill Cardan with that ruby earring and failed lol

- tHE GHOST??? What the hell is he doing here???? Am I the only one who just thought homeboy was dead?? Yikes lol

- Ugh Locke was such a Man good thing he’s rotting now

- “You’re scheming” “I’m always scheming” yeah ain’t that the truth bby

- uh oh MOMMY KNOWS heheheheheh

- Well no wonder Cardan turned out like this look at how he was raised, poor boy

- I mean, to be fair, look at Jude while you’re at it

- Oh hey it’s the Roach

- OH HEY ITS CARDAN

- Awwww Vivi went to Cardan because she thought Jude was in trouble and not only did he go to the Roach to go get Jude but he came too !! wow for people who can’t stand each other they make quite the gang 

- I love how inconvenienced Cardan seems by Locke’s death but not actually sad lol what a mood

- Breaking into Grimsen’s forge does NOT sound like a good idea no sir

- Ugh king and queen wow

- I cannot WAIT for Madoc to realize the Jude is the High Queen I cannot

- AYYYY MY GIRL GRIMA MOG what did I tell y’all, hmmm?

- Wow Madoc really just stabbed Jude like that and is going to leave her ??? the disrespect

- Ohh my god oh wow her blood is making flowers grow she’s a QUEEN wow look at that, you go bby

- Ah fuck Jude, you got set up by the bumb ass father you have

- ABAHAHAHAHHHAH this isn’t funny but Jude falling from the rafters onto the banquet table is on par with the beauty of Kaz and Wylan falling through the ceiling onto Van Eck’s dining room table heheheh

- @hollyblack can I breathe??? Shit girl

- Cardan said THATS MY WIFE 

- Wow Cardan washing Jude’s hands herself??? This boy is in loooove

- Oak and Jude’s maid playing Uno ????? Iconic

- “You’re generally terrifying” oh same Cardan

- So Jude really could have pardoned herself this whole time!!!!!! Come ON sis how didn’t you pick up on that WE picked up on it (don’t worry tho we know you’ve been stressed it’s okay you’re here now)

- And Cardan really expected her to pardon herself I have no words for this boy 

- Jude and Cardan’s relationship is so strange but at least it’s healthy now, you know?

- Look at Cardan being vulnerable and Jude not being mean to him for it 

- He’s being KIIIIIND WHAATTT

- “This is my room, and that’s my wife” AAHAHAHHAHH

- Cardan touches her hair oh my gooooooood i’m dying send help

- Can y’all tell I’ve been deprived lol

- Hahahahah Jude trashed Lady Asha, as she should 

- So I think I like QoN Cardan the most, although I did find Cardan in the first two books terribly entertaining to read about (Srry Jude)

- So Taryn seems to be behaving better than she did in the first two books, kind of being a badass, knowing the Ghost’s true name and all

Cardan likes hearing about slushy machines are you kiDDING ME????

- “Our marriage is an alliance” okay but you sleeping in his shirts isn’t, now, is it? Or how about him petting your hair? Or you thinking he looks cute in gold eyeliner?? lol Jude get real

- Aw I like this Fand/Jude freindship us girls gotta look out for each other

- Grima Mog more like Grima MOM lol

- “Big horns, little dude” LMAO HEATHER STOPP

- I’m enjoying Heather, I have to say

- Finally they kiss it only took TWO HUNDRED PAGES 

- oh guys they really like each other im soft

- Casual hand holding? yes 

- I can’t believe these are the same idiots who were trying to drown each other in the first book 

- look they’re trying to be vulnerable and without armor I’m gonna cry

- I feel quite uneasy about this Queen Suren girl who’s parents have her leashed somehow

- Oh wow fuck Grimsen am I right

- Oh SHIT Cardan really broke the crown like it didn’t mean shit to him...the development...the wisdom

- Cardan really said I want my WIFE and my PEOPLE 

- Oh wait fuck fuck fuck oh no stop wait

- Lmao Jude collapsing on the floor is literally me whenever I have to be in charge

- Okay there’s gotta be a way out of this, I didn’t mean it literally when I said Cardan was a snake

- Hey, Jude’s like, smart as shit, no?

- Hahahaha she basically said “Cardan is like, 90% of my impulse control”

- I love how Taryn is hyping Jude up throughout this while shitshow, I love how the two of them have developed past their book one probems

- The Bomb teasing Jude about the dust on her skirts made my day

- Look at Jude really having healthy realtionships with the women around her, I’m so proud of my little murder gir

- Nicassia better come in clutch here, I don’t trust Jarel or Nore not one bit

- Uhhh that story Heather told about the snake that wanted to marry the princess made me howl with laughter and I don’t think it was supposed to

- Vivi got Cardan a snowglobe that says “Congratulations on your promotion” for his coronation gift and he kept did DID EVERYONE HEAR ME I SAID VIVI-

- Oh damn Kaye alright no need for all that

- Ohhhh I had totally forgot about the dress in book one that Jude ordered but received a different one instead... Cardan sent it?? wild 

- Okay I hope Jude knows what she’s doing but when has she ever not

- The UNDERSEA HEEEEEELLL YEAH

- Oh look and Cardan!!!!!!! Yeah Jude knew what she was doing that’s my girl

- Awwww look at that hug wow the development these two have been through is unreal I’ll keep saying it 

- “I knew little else, but I always knew you” KILL ME

- Oh wow mortals and mingling more with the folk this is good

- Robert of Jersey lmaoooo

- So the Ghost and Taryn ??? Kind of funny but I’m kind of here for it

- I’m literally so close to tears and I’m not kidding they’re having a fucking WEDDING CELEBRATION in the MORTAL WORLD with a banner that says “Congrats Newlyweds” yeah I’m crying now thanks a lot Holly

- Cardan adjusts his paper crown in the microwave reflection so it’s skewed......I don’t think I can react any more I really afjsflsdk

-Wow that was better than anything I could have imagined, hoped for, dreamed of

- The character development, the plot, the resolution, EVERTHING was astounding I’m blown away

This was long as shit If you made it this far, I appreciate you lol. Now go read all three Folk of the Air books again. Go now

[sunsetscurving]

CHASING STARS

Ch. 11

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In a world where reincarnation is common and expected, people stopped to care for a reason or how many times they already lived – they have no memory of their past life anymore.

But Lucas Lallemant can feel that this isn’t his first life, some shreds of his former life still present in his new one. He has this feeling that something from his past life tied him so much to it that he has to find it again in his new life.

Something. Or someone.

When Lucas finally woke up again, he was alone, wrapped tightly in a blanket which faintly smelled of something familiar and was still warm from another body. As Lucas opened his eyes slowly, the memories of the past night came rushing in so fast and heavy, that he shut his eyes tight again, wanting to treasure this moment of peace while being wrapped into Eliott’s blanket and his scent in general.

Eliott didn’t ask any question as Lucas just cuddled into him.

He was just there, taking care of Lucas and chasing away the nightmares with his tight embrace.

How the fuck am I supposed to sleep alone again after this?

Eventually, Lucas opened his eyes again, the sun already high in the sky. It had to be around noon and his phone was probably blowing up with notifications and new messages by now. But all he cared for right now was where Eliott was and why fate decided it wasn’t suitable for Lucas to wake up next to him.

Suddenly, Lucas heard some sort of music from the kitchen.

If you could even call this noise music.

He stood up, wrapping the blanket around himself and walked slowly through the hallway towards the kitchen, the music getting louder with every step he took.

And when he arrived at the doorstep of the kitchen, a wide and bright smile was spreading over Lucas’ face.

Eliott was making breakfast.

Well, at least he tried.

The toast he saw on the counter was burnt and the egg in the pan didn’t look so well either. But that was not the thing that made Lucas smile in the first place.

No, it was the way Eliott made breakfast.

He made breakfast while dancing around the whole room. He was so into the music, which Lucas now recognized as some kind of Dubstep, that he didn’t even realize Lucas standing there, watching the other boy swirl around to the steady beat, having a good time by himself. A smile was on Eliott’s face, silently mouthing the sounds with his mouth along with the music. He was still only wearing these boxers and this shirt and damn, was it even allowed to look that good? His hair was sticking out all around his head and Lucas couldn’t even remember a moment which made him smile this much, which made his insides warming up this much.

Lucas slightly shivered.

If someone would ask Lucas when he fell for Eliott, he would always recall this very moment where he was sure that he was in love with Eliott Demaury.

“You listen to Dubstep?”, asked Lucas a little bit loudly over the music, chuckling quietly as he Eliott swirled around and nearly stumbled over his own feet as he saw Lucas standing in the doorway. Eliott turned down the volume immediately, his cheeks surprisingly starting to redden.

Gosh, this is so fucking cute.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to recognize your fine dancing skills.”

Eliott and Lucas laughed unison and Eliott took some steps towards Lucas, looking down on him as he was standing in front of him. If he was kind of embarrassed because they literally cuddled all night long without a real reason to do so, he didn’t show it and Lucas was very grateful for that.

“How are you feeling?”, asked Eliott quietly and the kindness in his voice and the way he looked down at Lucas, made Lucas feel all the things.

“Better, I guess.”

“Good”, said Eliott and the smile on the other boy’s face made Lucas smile too. The events from the past night were quite distant by now, everything that happened seemed like some bad dream or something from a movie. And Lucas didn’t want to continue thinking about it anymore – he had other things to think about, positive things. Like Eliott.

“Would you like to have some breakfast? I—”

Eliott turned around and froze as he saw the “mess” he made with the burned toast and the weird-looking scrambled eggs in the pan which were slowly but surely starting to have some kind of black color too.

Eliott sighed dramatically and Lucas huffed a laugh.

“I really wanted to be a gentleman and make some breakfast for you. But the last time I properly cooked, I burnt the kitchen down.”

Lucas was really holding himself back to not laugh out loud.

“I appreciate your effort”, said Lucas with a grin on his lips and laid a hand on Eliott’s arm. And Eliott smiled this beautiful smile again which made his knees go weak. Suddenly, Lucas’ phone ringed with a new message. He left it on the hallway last night and got it from there before returning to Eliott. He sighed deeply after reading the message.

“My dad wants me to come home now”, said Lucas quietly and gave Eliott an apologetic look. But Eliott only nodded, looking over his shoulder.

“Perfect excuse to flee from my delicious breakfast.”

Lucas halted and started to protest but Eliott only laughed, silencing him with that.

“I’m joking. Of course your parents want to see you.”

“I’m sorry…”

Eliott shook his head.

“Don’t be.”

“I…” Lucas didn’t know how to start.

“I just want to thank you. Again. For everything”, Lucas said quietly, quiet satisfied with his words but it still wasn’t enough.

“I would always do it like that again”, said Eliott with a serious voice, Lucas believing him every word and his heart was beating faster at that. Eliott was still taking another step towards Lucas, the scent of him and the presence of his body so close to his own making Lucas go dizzy.

“I don’t regret any decision. I don’t regret coming to that party, I don’t regret drinking with your friends, I don’t regret dancing with you and I don’t regret staying behind to get you and to hold you while you were sleeping. So don’t think that I only did it because I thought you wanted me to. I did because I wanted to do it.”

Lucas couldn’t say anything at all. He was speechless. A very rare occasion, to be honest.

And before he could overthink it, he was standing in Eliott’s arm, hugging him and snuggling into his chest. It felt right at that very moment. It felt right because Eliott apparently was feeling familiar things when being around Lucas. It felt right because Lucas felt safe in his arms, words not being enough of how thankful he was for the very fact that he came into his life like some kind of thunderstorm. Eliott didn’t wait a single second before laying his arms around Lucas.

Don’t make me fall even harder for you than I already did, Eliott.

But it was too late for Lucas anyway.

.

The next days passed and Lucas was under really high protection.

His parents didn’t allow him to leave the house after it went dark, at least not alone. His parents, and also Lucas, were still slightly shocked about everything that happened. Lucas actually wanted to talk with them about the attack, discussing how what they should do now or how they could prevent something like this from happening again. But his parents kept their opinions and their words to themselves, processing the events on their own. Their only reaction was to keep an eye on Lucas the whole time, forbidding to go out at night without even telling him what they knew of this attack. So he also kept his feelings to himself too, only talking with his friends about the events.

But no one was there with them as Lucas lost it, panic so intense in his body, that he couldn’t even breath for some minutes. No one understood what had happened back there.

No one but Eliott.

He really wanted to see Eliott, to talk with him. He wanted to be in his arms again and feel as safe as he felt back then on the couch with only an inch between the two of them. He wanted to see him dancing to this dumb dubstep music again and he wanted to hold his hand, their fingers fitting together perfectly.

But instead of messaging Eliott, Lucas kept dreaming about leaving his golden castle for one night, spending time with Eliott. All of that while being too afraid to message the other boy because he didn’t want to be some kind of annoying.

y4z4s: anyone up for drinking some beers at my place?

basile_simple: when where how

monvoisintuturo: you could at least try to hide your excitement, bas

Lucas was laying in his bed, his usual place since that mess happened, staring at his screen and the messages from his group chat. He sighed deeply as he typed a reply, desperately wishing that his parents wouldn’t occupy him 24/7. Sneaking out had been easy in the past, but it was unthinkable right now.

lucallemant: I’m still under protection

y4z4s: oh c’mon lulu, it’s been a week

lucallemant: tell this to my parents, yann

basile_simple: mec, we’ll drink a beer for you

lucallemant: how heroic of you, basile

monvoisintuturo: another topic: has eliott messaged you recently?

Lucas looked up from his phone. Since he told his friends that Eliott kind of saved his life, they literally formed an “Eliott-Demaury-Fanclub” and under different circumstances, Lucas being more than a friend for Eliott, he would be very happy about all of this and the acceptance his friends finally had for Eliott. But Lucas was still not sure about Eliott’s feelings towards him, afraid, that he misinterpreted the signs between them, that he interpreted too much in all of this. His friends, on the contrary, were one hundred percent sure, that Eliott was totally into Lucas. And Lucas secretly hoped, that they were right.

lucallemant: nope

monvoisintuturo: have YOU messaged him?

lucallemant: nope again

basile_simple: lulu, you should definitely message him and ask him out. he’s probably losing his mind because he’s missing his bby

lucallemant: and then he can save me from my lonely tower or what? I’m still not allowed to leave the house, if you forgot about that

y4z4s: then you need to find another way

Suddenly, his phone vibrated with another message and his heart stopped to beat for a moment.

lucallemant: he just sent me a message

basile_simple: HA THE LOVE MASTER WAS RIGHT AGAIN

monvoisintuturo: what did he wrote?

y4z4s: aw, eli misses his boy

I think it was better when they hated him.

lucallemant: I’m gonna update you later

basile_simple: GO GET YOUR BOY

Lucas took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before opening the message from Eliott. This boy had such a strong effect on him, it was not even normal anymore.

srodulv: hey biker boy ;)

lucallemant: hey hero

srodulv: oh, from stranger to hero, that’s what I call development

Lucas quietly chuckled to himself. The sun was slowly setting and another days was over where he just sat around in his room, his only adventure the way from his room to the fridge and back.

srodulv: you up for an adventure with your hero?

lucallemant: an adventure?

srodulv: I would like to kidnap you

lucallemant: I actually have enough from these kind of adventures

srodulv: come on, it will be fun – you’ll love it

Time with him alone. Something like a date. Only Eliott and him.

This is what dreams are made of.

But then Lucas remembered some tiny, little problem.

lucallemant: my parents forbit me to leave the house at night because of reasons you know

srodulv: oh

Lucas never thought that you could feel so many emotions through only one word.

srodulv: can’t you sneak out?

lucallemant: they’ll know

srodulv: you are surely not allowed to be out at night ALONE, right?

lucallemant: yeah, why?

srodulv: because when I’m picking you up from your house, you won’t be out alone

Lucas had to grin. Eliott was right – Lucas could just bent the rules a little bit.

This could actually work.

lucallemant: when will you be here?

srodulv: look outside

Lucas frowned, nearly falling out of his bed while trying to get to his window as fast as possible. As he drew the curtains aside, his jaw literally dropped. There was a car in front of his house and a tall and slender figure was leaning against it, the hood hiding his messy hair but not the grin on his lips as he looked up to Lucas now, the light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

And Lucas was grinning now too.

lucallemant: how did you know I wouldn’t say no?

srodulv: I just hoped so

lucallemant: I’ll be there in a second

Lucas never got dressed this quickly, throwing his Romance hoodie over himself and nearly tripping over his feet, as he made his way over to his own balcony. He usually never sneaked out this way but drastic times asked for drastic measures. He took a deep breath, aware, that Eliott was watching him the whole time, while Lucas started to climb down the ivory twine which was thankfully all over the façade of his whole house. He surprisingly didn’t had any difficulties getting down, the adrenaline rushing through his veins by the thought of being alone with Eliott. He jumped down the last few meters and suddenly felt hands on his waist, catching him slightly.

Lucas’ heart skipped a beat as he turned around, taking in Eliott who looked fucking hot again.

Is it even allowed to look this good?

“Are you ready for our little adventure?”, asked Eliott quietly into the tiny space between the two of them. And Lucas could only nod, a smile slowly spreading over his whole face.

“Let’s go.”

.

“No fucking way, Eliott Demaury.”

“Oh c’mon Lucas, it’s gonna be a lot of fun. You’ll love it.”

“Now I know how you murder people – you’re bringing them here and then they kill themselves by accident.”

“You can really be a dramatic little bitch.”

Lucas huffed a laugh while staring at the roller skate track in front of him, the music loud and the people dancing on while driving round after round on their roller skates. But Lucas had no fucking clue how to stand on these things, which were dangling from his hands, in the first place. He had to admit that he always wanted to try it, being a sucker for adrenaline and for everything connected to speed. But Eliott couldn’t possible know this and Lucas never tried it at all so…

“I’ll hold you, I promise.”

Lucas sighed and turned his head to Eliott who was grinning at him with light in his eyes.

The fucker knows which strings to pull.

“Okay”, said Lucas now with a resigned sigh, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Lucas was not sure if he imagined it but it looked like Eliott made a little jump, excitement really clear on his face. And it made Lucas’ heart skip a beat to see the other boy so happy.

Lucas pulled on the shoes, Eliott being way quicker and it took him a lot of time to even stand up from his sitting position these devils on his feet. He slowly made his way to the entrance of the track, Eliott holding his hand the whole time while being fucking graceful on his roller skates as if he was born with them. And Lucas must have looked like a little kid who just tried to walk for the first time next to him.

Lucas stood at the entrance of the track for some seconds, his heart beating fast as he saw all the people rushing past them, being all safe on their roller skates.

“Eliott, I cannot—”

“You can. Trust me. I’ll catch you.”

Lucas looked over to Eliott now and the reassuring look in his eyes made him brave, made him sure that this was going to end well.

And after Lucas took a deep breath, Eliott was slowly pulling him onto the track, clutching his hand the whole time.

The first few meters were hell for Lucas. He had the feeling to fall down at any moment and he probably would have been on the ground numerous times by now if Eliott hadn’t been there. But he was. And he never let go of Lucas’ hand, speaking reassuring words and encouraging Lucas to keep going. He was very gentle, maneuvering him through the crowd of people having fun on the tracks. But for Lucas, it was like they were alone in this hall, just the two of them, feeling safe around the other one.

“Lucas?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re driving on your own.”

“What?!”

Lucas hadn’t realized that Eliott had let go of his hand after some time, Lucas moving on his own, driving on the roller skates and with the flow of the other people. And Eliott was driving next to him, a big smile on his face and something like pride in his gaze. And Lucas felt like cheering.

But his sudden mood change weren’t that good for his balance.

“Eliott!”

Lucas lost balance, stumbling as he tried to gain it back but he couldn’t find it anymore and was about to fall down backwards. But Eliott was there, again, catching him and holding him gently but tightly in his arms, making sure that he was okay with one quick glance over his body. The music was loud, the beat throbbing in Lucas’ head but he could still hear his rapid heartbeat over all the noise, looking straight into Eliott’s eyes.

“Should we quit for today?”, asked Eliott gently, his gaze all soft.

And Lucas started to grin, shaking his head.

“I ‘m just getting started.”

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“This was fucking amazing”, said Lucas with a laugh, his hands buried into the pockets of his hoodie. They had spent several hours in the roller skate hall and Lucas nearly forgot the time and everything around him, like he always did when he was with Eliott. They were on their way back to Eliott’s car now, the moon high on the sky, shining down on them.

Eliott laughed his beautiful laugh, making Lucas’ smile even more.

“I knew that you would like it. You’ve always been a sucker for things like this.”

At this, Lucas frowned slightly.

“How do you know this? I haven’t told you about it yet.”

Eliott stopped in his tracks for a moment, seeming to think about what he just said. Lucas was not able to see his impression since Eliott’s back was turned towards him. But instead of being confused, Eliott looked over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

“You’re flirting with poles while biking, coming out of it with a wound and you still keep biking. If your need for adrenaline isn’t obvious, I don’t know what is.”

Lucas laughed and looked down, being slightly embarrassed by the fact that this was Eliott’s and his second real conversation, the other boy still talking about it.

They were still some meters away from the car, when a lightning stretched over the sky and thunder could be heard in the distance. Lucas looked up, squinting slightly.

“Oh, I think it’s going to rain s—”

And before he could even finish his sentence, the sky was opening up. Eliott stared at Lucas and Lucas stared at Eliott and they both started to laugh loudly, shifting towards each other as if they were two sides of a magnet.

“We should probably run back to the car”, said Eliott with a laugh, standing close to Lucas while saying so and turned around, ready to go.

But Lucas laid a hand on Eliott’s wrist, holding him back from walking away.

This is it.

Lucas looked into Eliott’s eyes, both of them already wet to their bones from the rain. The drops were running down Eliott’s and Lucas’ face, blinding his sight slightly. But Lucas didn’t care. He only cared for the boy in front of him, for the light in his eyes and the smile on his lips and his slightly pink-tinted cheeks and the way he held Lucas on the roller skate track and the way he picked him up from his golden prison and how he saved his life and…

Lucas didn’t want to wait anymore.

Lucas would be brave now.

And in the next second, their lips were crushing together.

Lucas felt that Eliott wanted all of this as much as he wanted it. He felt it in the way the other boy’s arms wrapped around Lucas immediately, in the way Eliott kissed the fucking life out of him, in the way he could feel Eliott smiling at his lips, as if had waited all the time for this exact moment.

As did Lucas.

Lucas’ eyes were closed the whole time, his body flooded with happiness and joy and…

Oh my fucking god.

Lucas’ eyes opened rapidly during the kiss, their lips still locked while Lucas’ mind was suddenly flooded with pictures and moments and memories and…

Everything shifted into place.

It’s him.

And suddenly, he remembered.

[smolbeandrabbles]

End Up With You - Johnnie x Reader (Prime Mover)

I wrote this in like an hour after watching the movie...  I’m sorry I love him so much. Help me!

Author’s Note: Yes - he gets a cover, basically because I SWEAR there is one gif on the entire Website even though... he’s just... so... 🥵🔥 I mean I might turn this into a mini-series, I already titled it, as you can see. End Up With You - Carrie Underwood - I might have decided on this simply because of the aesthetic of the lyric video... BUT it also works! Disclaimer: Prime Mover and Associated Characters not mine.  Premise: Dating a truck driver didn’t come easy, and one thing was for sure, you always loved him being back from a run... Words: 1421 Warnings: Innuendos.  🎉  I’ll leave it to you if they’re even talking about the truck or not

_______   I don't really care 'bout making any plans Leave it up in the air, give it up to chance Seein' where it goes, seein' where it lands I just wanna go as fast as we can

And we could end up broke down on some back road Lovin' in the back seat to the radio Wouldn't be the worst scenario 'Cause all I wanna do is end up with you

To the end of the world if you wanted to Don't leave it up to me, I'll leave it up to you 'Cause I just want one thing when the night is through... 

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There was no such thing as late. There couldn’t be any such thing as late; not in this line of work. There was rarely ever early either; with the amount of miles to cover and the number of hours to do it in, drivers were constantly pushing themselves to the limit to meet required work. Which meant surprising – although nice – was never good. It usually meant he was cutting time out of jobs, and you’d rather not see him at all than for five fleeting minutes before he was dashing back to the cab of his truck and off again. That didn’t mean that even when you knew scheduling, he wouldn’t surprise you at all. And today was one of those nice rarities when it was a good surprise. “OH GOD! Phil-! Are you still using female mechanics-?! Geez  - I’m gonna have to stop coming here!” You leant your head against the truck you were currently working on, but couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping at the sound of his voice. Asshole! You took a pace back, setting your tools down - and slowly raised your gaze to the man standing in the door way with that grin on his face. “I hope yours doesn’t need anything big doing to it…” You leant against the wall for a second – trying to ignore the elation running through your body at seeing Johnnie for the first time in months “Or this mechanic might just forget what she’s doing…” He ran his tongue between his teeth as he smiled; “…Oh c’mon, you know the only people allowed to touch her is me and you.” “Thought you might be forgetting that…” He still had that grin on his face that you now couldn’t help but mirror; “Miss me?” “As if, asshole.” You pushed yourself from the wall and took several running steps to him. He knew what was coming and braced himself for your jump. You wrapped yourself around him, and couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh at the feeling of being in his embrace again. And then he kissed you, and it was like electric fire. The first one was always the best one, and the last by far the worst… But that was the way you lived. He would leave you, and you would stay here until he came back. And you’d always wait for him to turn back to you hold his hand out and ask you to ride with him for this one; Aw, it’s a long trek… It’s gonna get pretty lonely… Phil often let you go, because he could tease your significant other if he did that; God, yeah, you better go – he’s gonna need a hell of a mechanic on a trip like that with the way he goes. Then you’d have to push him back to his truck (laughing) before retaliation got neither of you anywhere fast… Of course, that was both a blessing and a curse. Because you reckoned, even though with you there he should be more careful, Johnnie took it to heart that he had a good mechanic with him and decided he could be just that little bit more reckless… Which often just left him leaning against his truck as you fixed it on the highway in a pretty bad mood. You guessed that was all part of the fun for him though, because without fail he’d make a sweeping statement about you maybe having to stay out here. And then getting promptly shut down with a scathing look from you ‘If you think you’re getting that out here with your truck in this state…!!!’ Johnnie tipped his body back in order to balance you, whilst running one hand through your hair – the other dangerously close to wending its way up your shirt. This making out continued for a few minutes until Phil sighed; “Jesus, you two-! That’s enough! Get a room..!” Johnnie barely pulled away enough to retaliate; “Come off it! It’s been like, what, 4 months!?” Phil waved his hand across the yard to the neatly parked vehicles, all of their drivers currently having well-earned rest (save one, anyway); “What, and you can’t walk back over to your truck first..!?” “Why the hell do you think I’m here – I need a fix!” “Yeah… I’m sure that your truck is really what you’re thinking of…” “OH F-” You pushed a finger to his lips; “Okay… Okay…” You hushed him as you hopped down, “That’s enough.” “Did you hear what he just said-!?” You swayed your head; yes, but… “I’m aware that he also employs me…” Johnnie grumbled to himself but remained fairly silent besides that, which earned him you closing the gap again for another kiss. “What’s wrong with it?” “Regular maintenance – I didn’t do anything stupid…” He knew that smile that ran across your face, “…Mmm hmmm…” Tell me another “I’ll take a look…” Your arms folded between the two of you as he took you back in his own; “I missed you…” “I know…” you whispered gently as he pushed you back against the chrome plating of someone else’s truck that you’d just spent the last 3 hours on, his lips found yours again. You were lucky that you knew Phil wouldn’t be clock watching – he trusted you to do your job and you did it well. You weren’t sure how the owner of the vehicle you were now pressed up against would feel about your hand prints all over it, though. This time you had to breathe; “How long are you back?” You didn’t say home. You didn’t want to say home… There was too much hope in calling it home… He gave a shrug; “A couple of days…” He pulled back enough to look at the roster sheets that lined the back wall. His was blank – for now “…Until something gets posted there. But you know how it goes. I won’t be back more than a week.” “Couple of days is still better than hours.” “Shhh-! You’ll jinx it…!” He claimed your lips rougher this time, which had you wrapping your arms around his neck again, and him pushing you up the grill of the truck. Phil wasn’t going to like this one bit. Indeed he wasn’t. And he cleared his throat. Johnnie pulled away from you with a roll of his eyes; “What?!” “Got something for me?” “Yeah it’s back in my truck – what is your problem!?” “Can you please leave my mechanic alone to do her job! Or you can have one of those.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the papers attached to everyone’s clipboards. Johnnie took a deep breath, that wasn’t an invitation for banter – but a warning, and this time even his arms left you, “Yeah, I’ll go get it.” 90% of the time Phil was good to you, and if he could he’d keep paper from Johnnie’s roster until he had absolutely no choice but to put them there. And you appreciated that. But sometimes, because of his experience there were runs that Phil would only trust your other half with – and even when he came back here on a scheduled stop, he’d be off again less than an hour later. And that was without counting depots wanting him to do other work around the country. “I better get my duty papers… don’t go anywhere gorgeous.” He winked, making you shake your head again; “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m going to go back to working.” He laughed; “Not if I can help it!” “Then maybe you’d like to tell the pissed off owner why I’ve not completed repairs.” “Easy, your boyfriend needs servicing and is far more important.” You opened your mouth as the cheekiness of his almost serious facial expression, and found yourself folding your arms again. Then thought better of it, and flicked your eyes up and down what he was wearing; “Well… you are wearing my favourite leather jacket… But it’s only worth it if I can steal it.” “Oh no…” He took a pace back “Last time that happened I forgot it… How can I complete a run without this?” He put his hands in his pockets to fan the jacket out for you. “Ugh-!” You placed your hand against your heart; “You’re killin’ me, go get your paper work – boss is waiting…!” “Don’t forget which truck is the most important.” “I’ll get to her.” “She can wait until after me-!” “Oh don’t worry, I know just how to fix you up…” “Damn right…” You couldn’t see his grin, now he’d turned around and slid his sunshades on – but you could hear it. He held his hand up, in a casual wave goodbye. But only for a few minutes – not the months you were used to, and he walked back towards his gleaming red truck; even with the runs he did, you were glad to see he always took care of her. You bit your lip watching him walk away. If you had your way, and you would, you’d be wearing that jacket by the time the sun went down.

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@dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad.

[whumpingwithirondad]

Tony is so-not a Dad

Do you want to see more posts like this? Comment down below!

So, this began when we were talking what we like and don’t like about fics. I could not cut this into parts so yeah, this is a bit long :D 

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I love Peter calling tony mister stark or sir I don’t know I don’t try to get him to call him dad unless some requests it. There’s just something so endearing about it lol and I love the way he says it in the movies it’s adorable

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Yes! I think Mr Stark is kind of an endearing nickname and usually when people call Tony it, the man is nonchalant but when Peter call him that...the boy has him wrapped around his finger.

I think if Peter thinks of the word Dad, he thinks of his biological father and traces of Ben and Tony. He is so confused so he refuses to call anyone Dad. Plus I think if Peter ever started calling Tony dad, the man would be terrified :D

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tony's heart skips a few beats from excitement anytime he hears peter say his name. omg tony would be pulling out a cross if peter ever called him dad out of the blue. the only time i could understand is if hes delirious and tony would play along but otherwise tonys calling a priest bc his kid is possessed

irondadgroupie

That is a great idea! Like the enemy knows Tony and Peter are close, he is like a father to the boy so they if there is like a shape shifter as Peter who calls Tony dad, Tony immediately puts the thing into chokehold because his kid does not call him that.

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omg just the mental image of that. it happens in front of happy or rhodey too and they are like WTF TONY DONT HURT THE BBY

irondadgroupie

But yeah, I like the idea of Peter being out of it, like has a high fever and is barely in the real world, then Tony would be like "Yes, Dad is here, kiddo." And when Peter gets better and hears about it he is so embarrassed.

irondadgroupie

I just had the though that if someone stole Peter's phone and tried to have a conversation with Tony (I don't know, maybe to humiliate Peter) and they wrote the word Dad, Tony is immediately going "Okay, who is this, why do you have my kid's phone?"

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yesss exactly and tony just never mentions it too. he hears about from bruce or one of the other doctors that took care of him as well

irondadgroupie

Like Tony's motto is: "Yes, he is my kid but I am not his dad"

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tonys like; yes i take care of him, provide for him, clothe him (too many iron dad pajamas to count), feed him (he eats me out of a house), protect him but im not his dad.

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peter gets kidnapped by a group of people who think he's tony secret son or something and tony sends a text like "hey bud wondered what you wanted for dinner tonight we're ordering in" and one of the guys texts back "anythings good with me dad" and tony basically fucking smashes through the walls like ten seconds later

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Yes! And others are like: "Tony, you are such a dad.""I am not, we don't share blood!" Like Tony pays for Peter's school (what the financial aid doesn't cover), makes sure he visits doctor and dentist regularly, keeps his schedule on his phone, buys him new shoes and jackets for winter (he hates Peter's style but the kid likes it so yeah, why not), helps him revise for exams (I can just imagine Tony driving and saying a verb Peter needs to conjugate )

irondadgroupie

Yes! They make sure the style of writing is similar, check few previous messages so they wouldn't be caught, they send the message and are like "yeah, now we can have fun" and ten seconds later a cannon blows up a wall and Tony flies in. "Pretty good job, fellas but you forgot one thing, I am not his dad!"

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yes! domestic tony is my everything. he definitely pays for peter's school and donates to the programs/clubs that peter is involved in as well. helps him with his college essays and applications. tony got the best doctor and dentist for peter as well and calls in to make his appointments for him. one of tonys favorite pastimes is shopping for clothes for peter online and he always make s sure to throw in one of those dumb science joke shirts everytime. tony making sure that peter is getting his daily nutrition in becuase he was not gonna have the kid pass out on him again because he blood sugar was low.

peters just in the corner, mouth taped shut with duct tape and chained up and he just nods his head like 'duh'

irondadgroupie

Aww! The image of Tony in online shops and occasionally asking Pepper: "You think Peter would like that color?" "Tony, he has like 10 jackets already!" "He could do with a new one, he's a growing boy."

irondadgroupie

I don't think Tony makes the appointments until it is absolutely necessary. Like once Peter complains about neck ache and Tony says: "It might be wisdom tooth, I'll give you a number to a dentist. She works with enhanced individuals." Then he pesters Peter for weeks "Did you make the appointment yet?" But yeah, Peter's mind is like swiss cheese, he never remembers. One day Tony calls him "You have dentist today at 3, I'll pick you up from school." "Mr Stark, I can make my own appointments!" "Yeah, clearly."

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tony stresses shops but instead of shopping for himself he shops for peter instead

i like to think the reason that peter doesn't make the appointments is because he hates going to the dentist/doctor so he thinks he can just lie about actually going

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Tony is a trophy!wife inside. He buys Peter vitamins and when he is over, makes sure the boy eats a good breakfast (even if they are running late because you don't fucking skip breakfast!). But yeah, Peter is an idiot and if Tony is not there to remind him, Peter forgets to eat. Once Tony was on a week long business trip and when he came back, Peter fainted into a hug. Like Tony can't even remember how many times he had had to hold Peter's feet up because the boy felt dizzy after a work-out

irondadgroupie

Oh, why is the image of Peter being chained up so adorable? :D He watches as Tony captures the bad guys and then kneels next to him and rips of the tape. "Idiots," Peter calls to the bad guys as Tony just chuckles while working on the chains.

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And Pepper returns like half the packages that arrive :D Otherwise Peter's room would have no space for the boy

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Oh yeah, Peter afraid of dentists. Like the boy tries to get out of the appointment claiming he is not feeling well but Tony puts a hand to his forehead and goes "Yeah, sorry, kiddo, you are going." And then Tony guesses what the problem is "I hate dentists too. In my days, they were terrible, not gentle at all, left me with some deep rooted fears. But this lady is so nice and patient and if you are a good boy, she will give you a candy bar after you are done."

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yes vitamins and protein shakes and everything else to keep peter from passing out every five minutes. loads his backpack with all kinds of snacks to keep him going throughout the day at school. oh my god the image of peter kind of just fainting into tony's arms when trying to go for a hug instead and tony just grabbing him like its not big deal. he knew the kid was going to forget about keeping his diet up.

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pepper lets tony have the fun then has to return half the things for sure and tony buys so much he doesn't even remmember what he actually all got so he never catches on

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peter just grumbles as tony bribes him into going to the dentist. thats the one thing tony is not above. he gets that peter hates going and tony doesn't blame him at all but he has to get the kid there one way or another

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its great that the doctor tony chooses for him works at the compound which makes the most sense. peter is a terrible patient when he's sick or injured, trying to fight off the doctor and attach himself to tony instead. hes probably more terrible when he's alert and forced to go down for a checkup and just grumbling the entire time and glaring at tony for making him do this in the first place

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Yeah, Tony orders a bunch of all kind of protein products, there are cardboard boxes of them in nearly every room, even in bathroom because one time Peter fainted when getting out of the bath and had Tony not heard the splash, the boy most certainly would have drowned.

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Tony catches Peter like: "Wow, wow, buddy, let's get you lying down." And he sets the kid on the floor and pats his face while Pepper gets fruit juice. Yeah, opening the packages is like second Christmas. Tony is always surprised what he ordered :D I also think Tony spends time on online auctions, getting movie memorabilia and such for his boy

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AWW Peter pouting and looking so adorable Tony takes a million pictures. The dentist is very understanding and explains beforehand each procedure. But Peter still grips the handles of the chair because he is nervous.

"You are doing so well, sweetie," the woman says and Peter relaxes a bit. "You have beautiful teeth, they need just a little cleaning up."

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Peter nearly tears the leather from the chair from gripping it to hard. Tony eventually reaches out to hold one of his hands and Peter instantly relaxes

he thinks he's in the clear once his cleaning is done and he's helped up from the chair until the dentist says they need to talk about his x-rays and how it looks like his wisdom teeth are impacted

irondadgroupie

"Helped up from the chair" makes it sound like Peter suffered from a dizzy spell and had to lay down for a while. Happened to me after my wisdom teeth operation :D In Finland, we don't get anesthesia when taking out wisdom teeth (unless the person has severe fear or the operation is large), it's just pain killers and numbing the area with drugs

"It's so embarrassing," Peter muttered as he accepted the cup of water Tony offered.

irondadgroupie

I think Peter would be doing a stress test and the heart monitor goes crazy with something abnormal and the boy just collapses. Maybe his heart starts beating too fast and they have to use cardioversion

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Oh man he’s terrified the entire time not knowing what’s going on. Is he dying??

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Or maybe they are sparring and suddenly Peter gets out of breath and grabs his chest and collapses on the ground.

Tony is certain he killed the boy

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Tony’s thinking Peter just fainted from stress but then why would he grab his chest. He’s asking Friday if 15 year olds can have heart attack’s at the same time he’s racing to the medbay with Peter in his arms

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Just think of the surgery day, Tony might be more nervous than Peter because they need to stop the kid's heart to repair it

"Don't worry, I'll be okay," Peter tells him and May with a brave smile.

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Yeah, Peter fainting from stress is common because he tended to run himself down. Tony had gotten very skilled in reviving the kid, usually pouring cold water on his face was enough. But now he debated whether chest compression were needed.

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You know, one idea has been flying in my head. Peter's blood sugar dropping dangerously low that Tony has to feed him jam or something with lots of sugar to bring him back around. Like Peter would lie on his lap and Tony had to feed him the stuff with a spoon. Like with a diabetic patient, he rubs the jam to the boy's mouth, gums and under his tongue

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oh lord tony thinking about the fact that peter could technically be dead while in the operating room. lets not even mention post surgery, where peter has a long scar down  his chest and has about a million tubes coming from his chest. ive seen patients in the cardiac icu and its freaking ridiculous how many machines and lines they are hooked up to.

yes tony trying to hold peter up at the same time trying to force (gently!) food down his throat to get his blood sugar back up and peters kind of just out of it

one time peter passes out on stage during a decathalon competition

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Tony has to practically massage the boy

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's throat to make him swallow the food and Peter just doesn't answer, just moans or mumbles when Tony shoves another spoonful of jam into his mouth.

Can you imagine Peter's blood sugar dropping during the night and Tony literally can't wake the kid up in the morning.

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oh my god that would be terrifying. for a second he thinks the kid has died in his sleep but once he kind of gets his mind straight, he checks his pulse and he still has one

tony has to carry around of those machines that checks a persons blood sugar levels

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Yes! It was during the last question. Tony was watching and he saw the signs that yeah, Peter is going down soon. But he was too far and couldn't get to the stage to catch the boy.

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the entire audience gasps of course but then imagine their reaction when tony stark of all people is rushing up to the stage. peter hits his head pretty hard on the podium as well and by the time tony gets to him, he's bleeding from his headsterday a

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Yeah, Peter's alarm went off several times and Tony finally comes to the room. "Kiddo," he shakes his shoulder. "Come on, up you get, you'll be late for school." But Peter just lies on the bed and he is completely limp. Tony nearly has a heart attack when the boy doesn't open his eyes. I can just imagine him starting to shake Peter's shoulders "This isn't funny, kid! Wake up!"

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Oh, Peter definitely hits his head. Tony immediately kneels beside the boy. "Peter," he taps his face. "Hey, kiddo, wake up!" But the boy doesn't react and Tony take of his jacket to press it against the wound

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Tony rushes peter down To the medbay because while peter still has a pulse he’s not waking up. Bruce is there as tony runs in a wild look on his face

Tony demands that they bring down the curtains on stage to give them privacy and then starts ordering people around one of them to grab any kind of sugary food they can find

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Bruce takes Peter's blood pressure and checks sugar levels and immediately starts setting an IV. "He is fine, Tony, it's just his metabolism screwing with him again." He gives Peter a shot of glucose (the kind they use to treat diabetes patients or people who have alcohol poisoning) and it doesn't take long until Peter is opening his eyes, still loopy and confused why Tony immediately smothers him into a hug.

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"Don't worry, he is okay, this happens all the time," Tony says and lifts Peter's eyelid to check his pupils. He quickly checked the boy's neck for possible breaks and when he deems it safe, moves Pete's head a bit so that airways stay open. "He just needs something sugary to drink and eat."

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"I have this," A girl from the opposing team offered a bag of fruit shaped candy that was coated in sugar. Tony smiled: "That is just perfect." Tony crouches lower and opens the boy's mouth until he can place one piece in there.

irondadgroupie

But honestly, since Peter has a head injury, the more realistic alternative is that they bring a cold compress to hold on his forehead

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Homeward Bound: Chapter 8

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader

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Chapter Summary: Going from Hargrove to Harrington can give a girl whiplash, or at least it should.

Words: 3,213

Warnings: Swearing, slight smut referenced oops, death mention

Permanent Tag: @hotstuffhargrove @denimjacketkisses @hargrovesgoldilocks @casaharrington @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @hipsmcgee

Series Tag: @moonstruckhargrove @kurt-nightcrawler @baebee35 @thoughstofaredhead @supernatural-pants @bby-becca @fear-the-reaper115

You awoke to the sun burning your eyes. Your neck was sore and locked up, your back aching. As you sat up, it took you a minute to remember where you were. This wasn’t your bed, nor was it your room, but your things were everywhere.

You were at Billy’s. And you’d slept with him.

And you hated yourself for it. You shouldn’t have done it, he loved you for Christ’s sake, and you used him.

And the worst part was it wasn’t even good. It was terrible, god awful, embarrassingly bad. You were certain that your memory of him being a god in bed was just the memory of an inexperienced teenager, because this was not good by any means. You’d never felt more ignored by the person on top of your in your life-you were a complete afterthought in the whole event. You swore you’d never been further from an orgasm in your entire life. That would’ve been shitty but if it hadn’t lasted forever; that was the one thing your memory had correct, he lasted long. Too bad that’s all he had going for him.

You crept out of bed; Billy was still snoring next to your place in bed, and slowly gathered your things off the floor. You made sure to not miss a piece of yourself, pulling back on your skirt and blouse, your bra was still around your waist when you awoke. You pulled on your underwear and tiptoed out of his bedroom.

Your shoes and purse were still by the door and you grabbed them, slipping out the front door before he could even stir.

You knew well enough that you looked awful-signs of sex were all over you. You were more than glad that the hickeys weren’t on your neck, only your chest and collarbones. Your body was desperately sore, though it was only because you’d tried and failed to share a twin bed.

As you made your way out of the apartment, you wondered how you were going to spin this into a good lie. Your mother was going to kill you, god that felt so immature to you. You weren’t supposed to be out with boys, unless the boy was Dustin, and you certainly weren’t supposed to be spending the night with them. And you’d been gone all night, how the hell were you supposed to cover for yourself. Steve had to have told your mother where you were going, he always had to have the moral high ground over you.

The honk of a car horn startled you out of your thoughts, though you chose not to turn around to see who it was. You didn’t want nor need to see whoever thought it was a good idea to honk to get a lady’s attention.

“Henderson!” the driver cried and you let out a small sigh and a tired laugh, turning to smile at the driver.

Steve Harrington was behind you and his timing was excellent.

“You need a ride?” he asked, slowing the car as he got closer to you. You nodded, pulling open the door and hopping in quickly. Steve chuckled, watching you straighten out and slump down, defeated.

“Have fun last night?” he asked with a smirk.

You groaned “No…well yeah, and then no. Ugh, it was not a good choice.” You admitted glumly. “And now I’m gonna get grounded, god I feel like I’m sixteen or something…”

“Relax, your mom’s not gonna do shit to you.” Steve replied easily. You scowled at him, rolling your eyes.

“Have you met my mother?” you asked sarcastically.

“Yes, and I know lying to her solves most problems, which I already did. As far as she knows, you were at Jenny Stein’s. And since she lives in the same complex as your Mr. Hargrove, I think it’ll work out fine.” Steve said with a shrug.

“You lied to my mom for me?” you asked, wide eyed.

“Yeah, yeah I did.” He replied.

“Thank you…” you said. You had no idea what else, it shocked you. He wasn’t supposed to be protecting you, that wasn’t his role anymore. But he was, and while it should’ve annoyed you, it warmed your heart.

“Don’t worry about it, you hungry?” he said “Cause I haven’t eaten yet and I’m starving.”

“Yeah, yeah I can eat.” You said, ignore the way your stomach growled at the very mention of food. Steve drove off towards what was once a crime scene, the diner formerly owned by Benny Hammond, the first outside victim anyone had ever heard of.

The place lived in a strange place in your mind; filled with both happiness and second hand grief. It lived there because you didn’t know Benny, you never would, but you spent hours in the place he died. Benny’s had been bought by a third party chain and soon became a fifties themed diner-complete with waitresses on roller skates. It had lost its down-home sheen and became an outside force. People protested the change but nothing could be done and suddenly it was someplace without feeling; a cold, sterile environment wrapped in pastels and kitsch. It felt fake and yet real, you spent nearly every afternoon there, planning schemes but also drinking shakes and relaxing, planning school dances or weekend trips. You went on dates there, saw hearts break and explode with love. You both loved and hated that diner.

And sitting there now, in your old booth from years past, you felt both at home and in a strange land. You’d been on your first date with Steve in that same booth, sharing a shake and wondering how your lives had gotten to this point. Now, you sat as strangers, sipping coffee, unsure of your places in each other’s worlds. Silence was the wall in between you. You intended to remove the first brick; you’d built the wall after all.

“He said he loved me.” You said simply, swallowing a mouthful of warm coffee, slightly too sweet for your liking.

“He did?” Steve asked, clearing his throat. He was obviously holding back a laugh, trying to be polite to you, but it wasn’t working; his face fully gave him away.

“He did.” You replied, chuckling softly.

“How did you respond?” Steve asked, leaning closer to you, elbows on the table, dangerously close to knocking the salt over

“I nearly jumped out the window!” you cried, earning a boisterous laugh from Steve, who fell back against the white vinyl booth. The whole thing was as silly as it felt, which was reassuring. But it was also nice to laugh about it-when it happened, you wanted to die, but now you were okay. You didn’t have to love him, and you sure as hell didn’t, but it was good to know that the whole thing was as stupid sounding as it felt.

“Jesus Christ and you still slept with him?” he asked, dumbfounded, shaking his head with a wide smile.

“Apparently! I guess I pitied him or something…” you sighed, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity.

“Was it…sorry, no I shouldn’t ask that.” He replied, stumbling over the question he gave up on. Your roller-inclined waitress, Katherine, placed your plates in front of you, refilling the coffee cups and skating off before you could even thank her.

“No, it’s cool.” You shrugged “It was awful. Absolutely terrible, it was like sleeping with a virgin except it lasted for like two and a half hours.”

“Wait seriously?” he asked, dropping his fork. This was a new side of Billy Steve never got to see-the side where he wasn’t the king. Even long after high school, he still ruled over their peers. Sure, now he ran Miller’s Bar like he owned the place and made the young parents of Hawkins feel bad for starting their families early. But he was still admired, still wanted and lusted after. Steve hadn’t had a date in months but Billy was out every weekend from what he heard. On major drinking holidays, he’d been called to take down a couple of Billy’s altercations but nothing really ever became of them-nobody pressed charges and every generally forgot, leaving him with the paperwork.

“Really!” you cried, giggling “I swear, the guy I lost my virginity to was better, at least it was shorter.”

“Was I? I mean…never mind.” Steve started, immediately giving up on the sentence again. He was blushing now, his eyes downturned to his eggs, suddenly small in his seat.

“You were better, don’t worry.” You said easily, shrugging softly as you took a bite of the giant pile of pancakes. Steve perked up just a little, a small smile spreading across his face. He looked more confident, at ease with himself again. You were glad to be of a little help to his self-esteem, even if you weren’t necessarily ready to be having these conversations again.

“Well good…not that I asked, but you know…good to know.” He said, his voice smoother. He was trying to play it cool now, finding his groove again, although he seemed to be stumbling just a bit. You found it oddly endearing, like an elementary schooler trying to imitate their cool older brother instead of an adult.

“Oh totally…totally completely, you’d never ask me that…” you replied, shaking your head as a small smile slipped onto your lips. It was hard not to laugh; he looked so serious, you could almost take him seriously if you didn’t know him. As he puffed out his chest, doing a silent imitation of Billy, you lost it. He just looked so silly; a false attempt at masculinity and suaveness, like a marionette instead of a real boy.

“Good and, ya know girl…I still love ya…” he added, trying his best to mock the Californian’s accent, slightly marred by Indiana’s tone.

You snorted loudly, coffee nearly coming out of your nose, making you choke just for a second as you shook your head, holding up your palm in the universal sign of ‘stop, wait I got one’.

“No no it’s like this.” You puffed your chest, widening your stance to make yourself as big as possible. You jutted out your jaw and pulled your best open mouth smirk, eyeing him like a piece of meat, which immediately made Steve cower away, watching you almost mystified. You ran your tongue over your upper teeth and lip, nodding at him. “You know I just…I love you, pretty girl…” you crooned, your voice not quite low enough to reach his tone and not quite skilled enough to imitate his accent, turning the words into a strange mix of choices that broke Steve’s resolve immediately.

“What was that…” he cried, his voice hoarse and breathless. You merely grinning, shrugging easily. “How do you move like him and sound nothing like him at the same time?” he guffawed.

“I’m not good at accents!” you said with a laugh, only making Steve laugh harder. The whole scene felt homey, like a warm blankets on a cold winter’s night. It was one of those moments you wished you could sink into like a warm bath, but time was physical and you had to move on, taking a sip of coffee and watching Steve come down from his giggle fit.

You finished breakfast in relative silence, although it was comfortable one. The kind you had with your father before he got his divorce and ran off with his mistress, back when you were young and naïve of the ways the world can ruin a person. It was strange to find yourself comparing Steve to your father, especially because you hated your father.

You hated him for abandoning you and Dustin. You hated him for not paying child support. You hated him for marrying Marnie and forcing you to play bridesmaid while Dustin was none the wiser. You hated him for moving on with his life while your mother struggled to find her footing again. You hated him for taking away the music in your life and forcing you to find it again on your own.

But Steve…well he wasn’t your father. Not by a long shot. Your mother swore that once he had a sense of humour and a heart, but you never really got to see it. But this breakfast with him, you felt as though you slipped back into your childhood in Chicago.

Your feet dangled off the floor as you sat on the edge of your big wooden kitchen chair, trying to keep your freshly cleaned and absolute favourite pink shirt, the one with the big crocheted butterfly on the front, clear of cereal bites and spilled milk as you took too big bites of sugary breakfast cereal. Across the table, your father sat in his equally clean and pressed black suit, the jacket hanging off the chair like clockwork. He was reading the newspaper, the ink turner the tips of his fingers black, and drinking black coffee from the boring, plain white mug he used every morning like clockwork. You made him a mug for father’s day, covered in bright splotches of colour and squiggly doodles that vaguely mimicked smiley faces, hearts, and stars. He used it once, and then it became a holder for pens and pencils on his desk. You didn’t mind, you were just happy he appreciated it, that he even used it at all.

Your mother was frazzled upstairs. Dustin had just been born, he was hardly alive and yet he insisted on making his presence known by screaming. He’d been in and out of the hospital since he was born. Your father wasn’t pleased about it, you’d heard them fight, but when you looked at your baby brother, he seemed fine to you. He didn’t have collar bones, fair, but you thought it was cool. And besides, his big eyes made up for it. You thought he was beautiful. Your father disagreed.

On mornings like this, you had to make your own breakfast, which meant whatever the sugariest cereal you had in stock was with too much milk because the jug was too heavy for you to lift and your father was never really watching to make sure you could handle it. You ate at the table in as close to silence as a five year old could muster, which meant you hummed to yourself and muttered whatever thoughts you had to yourself, and your father read in silence. It was nice though-your father worked long hours and you hardly saw him because of it. Those brief moments at the table before he left for work gave you simple moments with him, the tangible kind you could taste and smell and hear and feel when you recalled them.

You heard your mother let out a sharp cry, a word you knew you weren’t supposed to use and mommies weren’t supposed to say. “Cliff!” she cried from upstairs “I think he’s sick, I think we have to go back to the hospital!”

Your father looked up from his paper for the first time that morning, calling back “I’m sure he’s fine, Claudia! He’s just acting like a baby!” and then, he looked to you. He hadn’t looked at you all morning. And he smiled, he rolled his eyes. This was an intimate moment, a brief beat where your sentiments were aligned and he treated you like his equal. He believed that you two had the same feelings on the situation happening just above you. And you complied; you shrugged with a giggle, a secret shared between you two. For the first time in your life, you and your father were aligned, comrades in battle instead of trailing daughter to distant, aloof father. That little look you shared was a moment you held onto for the rest of your life, until he sent you back to Hawkins without a second look.

You wondered if that was who Steve could become. You could almost see it-if life led him done the same path it led Hopper, you could see him becoming jaded and cynical and distant. But then there was something in him, an eternal sense of hope, which kept him away from that path. He didn’t believe that the world was inherently good, he knew that there was evil always lurking around the corner, but he still believed in some sense of good and truth in the world, something you couldn’t fully get on board with anymore. You wondered if he had a cynical bone in his body. You guessed not.

“You ready to face the wrath of your mom?” Steve asked, drawing you out of your thoughts, an ease to his whole demeanour that felt unearned. You wished he was still nervous around you instead of so cool and collected.

“Eh, I guess…as long she actually believes I was at Jenny’s I should be fine. If not…well I would really appreciate if you were a poll bearer at my funeral.” You replied.

“Oh yeah? Who else should I ask?” he asked with a grin, pulling out his wallet to pay for breakfast before you could even ask for separate checks.

“Well Dusty, obviously, then get Lucas and Mike, I don’t really think Will can do the heavy lifting, not that Mike really could either…maybe get Marvin Rubio to do it, he’ll cry his way through it but he’s stronger than Mike and should be able to help hold my ass up, as long as he’s got a strong support around him to lift I won’t end up on the floor.” You said decidedly.

“What should we do about lover boy then?” he asked “I’m sure he’d want to carry you down the river.”

“Don’t let him touch me, and don’t let him make a speech! My mother will kill my ghost and I wanna haunt some people.” You replied.

“Duly noted, now let’s get out of here before Callahan puts an APB out on my location.” Steve said and you nodded, getting up from the plastic seat, your thighs sticking to the material slightly. Going home sounded both good and bad to you now; good, because you could finally change and wash the sins off your body, but bad because you have to finally deal with your mother. And the negatively were vastly outweighing the positives. Still, there was nowhere else for you to go, so you gritted your teeth and climbed back into Steve’s car.

The drive was short, much to your chagrin, and you were home before you could find your strength again. Unlike before, Steve wasn’t parking, so you quickly gathered your things.

“Thanks, for picking me up…and for breakfast, it was nice.” You said awkwardly, slinging your purse over your shoulder. He nodded and you climbed out quick, set to begin the dreaded ascent up your driveway.

Steve rolled down his window, calling after you “Hey! Before you try to make other plans, you wanna hang out with me and Dustin tonight? I’m sure the kid would love having you around.” He asked.

You nodded “Sure! Sounds good!” you replied with a grin, waving as he drove up before rushing up the steps. It was still early, maybe she was still asleep.

The door burst open. “Y/N!”  

You were so dead.

[minimickzy]

TomHolland2013 posted  || Tom Holland

Request: Just something I wrote long ago 

Summary: Social Media style Imagine! Reader is in a movie with Tom and hangs out with him and the cast of Spider-Man HC. Please let me know what you think!

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader, Zendaya, Harrison, Jacob

Word count: 2200+

Warning: Fluff, soft make out 

a/n: I took this off my wattpad and changed a bit because I think I’ve grown as a writer at least a little! Infinity War has launched me back into the Marvel fandom so feel free to send in requests <3 also idk why I’m posted this so late but hey, why not?

Instagram 4:21pm July 5th

@(y/u) posted:

[picture of Tom sleeping on table]

Wake up, I want a wrap on set so I can go home! #[movie title]

TomHolland2013 and 170,693 other people liked this

17278 comments

4:31pm TomHolland2013: wow stalker much??

4:32pm (y/u): wow professorial Much?? @tomholland2013

User1: oh my god I ship it

User2: CUTE!! ❤❤❤😩

User3: agh Tom is toooooo Hot, my eyes BURN!!

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Instagram 2am July 7th

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo collection of you, Tom, and Harrison with cake smeared on faces]

Fun night out with the mates!!

@hazosterfield @(y/u)

10:34am (y/u): delete this, I look like shit!

User1: OMG (Y/N) IS SO HOT WTF SHSJSKAKAKAN

12:37pm @tomholland2013: um? Bish where? @(y/u)

User2: Um, did @tomholland2013 just call @(y/u) hot??? IM DECEASED

12:38pm @(y/u): you did not just quote a vine

5:32pm @hazosterfield: stop bickering like a old married couple!! @(y/u) @Tomholland2013

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Instagram [Dm] July 13th

12:34am Tom: oh my god!

1:53am You: what?!

1:53am Tom: Tessa just shook my hand

1:54am You: I thought this was serious

3:24am Tom: I don't know what's more serious than my dog putting her paw on my hand and moving it up and down??

3:27am You: Tom it's 3:27 am go tf to sleep

8:35am Tom: I think it was a dream

8:37am Tom: I tried again this morning, She doesn't know how to do it anymore

8:43am You: 😢😢😢

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[(y/u) is live on Instagram]

9,367 viewers July 15th 3:45 pm

"Hey guys, it's me (y/n)" you say, "and me, Tom Holland!" Tom pushed you aside to get in the shot. You laughed and shoved him over a little so you both fit in the frame. "We're on set here in uh, Toronto. It's kinda boring actually." Tom laughed. You started to read though some of the comments:

User1: LOOK AT MY PARENTS

User2: Tom please say quackson for me!!

User3: ILYSM

User4: Hi from London!

You nudged Tom, "say quackson." He shot you a gentle glare, "No, absolutely not." You gave him puppy dog eyes in a lame attempt to change his mind, "Please." "Why." "Because the viewers are asking for it.... I'll give you a peak on the cheek." He rolled his eyes, "if you want me to say it that bad.... Quackson." You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, then went back to the comments:

User1: OTPPP

User2: are they dating??

User3: AGH I WISH I WAS (Y/N)

User4: @User2 THEY SAY NO BUT I MEAN WE ALL KNOW THEY’RE LYING

User5: SHE KIISED HUS CHEEK OMG OMG JANSINSSMMAMA

You laughed and started to answer questions left by the viewers, trying to ignore the pinkish tint on both your and Toms cheeks.

[live ended]

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iMessage July 15th

5:33pm Tom: hey

5:33pm You: what's up?

5:35pm Tom: no hi?

5:36pm You: hi, what's up?

5:36pm Tom: better 😂, and Haz and I are meeting up with Z so I was wondering if you wanted to come along?

5:36pm Tom: we could pick you up around 7ish?

5:42pm You: um, sure. What are we doing?

5:42pm Tom: idk, Z invited us over to just hang out and maybe watch a movie

5:43pm You: okay, I'll be ready

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Zendaya's Snapchat Story July 16th

1:32am

[video from the side, of you asleep in toms arms under a blanket while Harrison is pointing and smirking with the caption 'this is what you guys get for falling asleep after one movie' and Zendaya laughing in the background]

3:24am

[picture from front of you and Tom with Zendayas Bitmoji blowing a kiss]

7:45am

[picture of you hiding your face with one hand and flipping the camera off with the other. Your hairs a mess and you’re wearing Toms shirt from yesterday. Tom’s in the background laughing and Haz is pulling a funny face. With the caption of '(y/n) is not a morning person']

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Interview with (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland, July 20th [cut to 6:34 minutes in]

Interviewer: "So, on Zendaya's Snapchat, 4 days ago we saw some cute sleepy cuddling snaps of the two of you. And fans want to know if your dating or what's the story behind that?"

Tom: "I mean no, we're just friends, and the story is that we were both just really tried and fell asleep."

You: "yeah, I just needed a pillow."

Interviewer: "so then that morning shot of (y/n) in your shirt... that was just..."

Tom: *chuckles* "she was just cold and spilled something on her shirt so I gave her mine and got one that I had forgot at Z's"

Interviewer: "oh so you and Zendaya then" *smirks*

Tom: "no, we're friends, nothing more."

Interviewer: "So, you two have no feelings for each other?"

Tom and You share a awkward glance

Tom: "uh..."

You: "do you mean Me- an-and Tom or Tom-"

Tom: "well I mean yeah we have a great time together. Thank you."

Tom put a hand on your back and moved you along still rambling.

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Instagram [Dm] July 20th

4:02pm You: That lady really grilled us, huh?

5:23pm Tom: I know right

5:32pm Tom: do you think I was too rude?

5:32pm You: no, you saved my rambling ass tho, Thanks

5:33pm Tom: don't mention it

6:18pm Tom: Z's house? 8:30ish

6:19pm You: meeting there or driving together?

6:20pm Tom: pick you up at 8

6:20pm You: 👌🏻

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Instagram July 20th 8:37 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo of you driving and him pulling a goofy face]

stuck in traffic with my favorite lady @(y/u)

163,827 people liked this, 12437 comment

User1: where you going?

@Zendaya: so I guess your running late than, huh?

User2: date night?

@TomHolland2013: oh yeah, whoOps. Sorry 😢 @zendaya

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Instagram July 20th 10:47 pm

@Zendaya posted:

[picture of Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, Harrison and you]

We're going live in ten minutes!! Playing truth or dare so give us some good ones!

462,729 people liked this, 19299 comments

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[Zendaya is live on Instagram]

15,682 viewers July 20th 10:58 pm

"Hey guys!" Zendaya waved to the phone and then spun it around your small circle so you all could wave. "Okay so how this is going to work, is we'll go around and ask truth or dare and then you guys pick what we do... so... yeah and I'm gonna start!"

The game was fun, viewers ate it up. You went around a few times before Zendaya clapped her hands together and said goodbye to the watchers and turned her phone off for the night. "Okay, now for the real ones." Harrison smirked. You knew it was coming but you hoped they'd just leave you alone. "Tom, truth or dare?" Jacob asked with a grin you knew too well playing at his lips, "Uh," Tom shot Harrison a nervous smile, "dare?" "Okay! well you both had to have known this was coming, but... the sexual tension is actually killing us." Zendaya said motioning to Jacob, Harrison and herself. You felt your cheeks turning beet red.

"I'd normally say just kiss, But... this time I'm thinking the classic seven minutes in heaven." Harrison pipes up. "Okay. (Y/N)," Tom stood up and put his hand out for you. You took it and pulled yourself up, shooting a glance back at the group and then let Tom pull you to a closet that was out of earshot.

Harrison came behind you and shut the door so you were now surrounded by darkness and you were trapped. "So..." Tom chuckled, "we don't have to actually do anything, but we should talk, I mean there's something here, you can't tell me you don't feel it." He trailed off almost to a whisper. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it." You smiled as His hand brushed against your arm. You reached for it holding it tight in your grasp.

You reached with your other hand up to find his cheek. "Maybe... we could, you know, just to defuse the tension." You let a shaky breath. "Well I mean- I don't- we should really give them something right?" Tom said stepping closer to you. "Most definitely." You pulled yourself up to meet his lips.

It just felt right, you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He lightly pushed you against the wall and you put your hands in his hair, "this feel so good." "Agreed." You let out a small laugh, "Tom? Remind me why we didn't do this sooner." "I have not the slightest fucking clue." You moved your lips back his and melted in his arms. "should we tell people? The press I mean." You asked "I don't even know," Tom laughed and joined him going back into a makeout session. 

But sadly the two of you were met with the door swinging open. "So, how was it." Harrison smirked, you patted down your hair and smiled a little. Tom came out behind you and Harrison started laughing. You turned to see what was so funny and saw Tom had your lipstick smeared all over his lips and a little on his neck. You chuckled and used your thumb to wipe some of it off. When you went back to the living room Tom clapped his hands and yelled "we're official." You smiled and sat down as the others lightly cheered, this time not afraid to let his arm find its way around you.

"We're not going to release it to the press yet. We don't want or need the extra drama." You smiled. Zendaya nodded, "as long as the air is loose I'm good." And it was. Tom and You were a lot more relaxed and could exactly act on your thoughts that you used to push aside.

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Instagram July 26th 2:16 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted

[picture of you and Zendaya laughing at a beach]

Feels great to have such a beautiful view @(y/u) @zendaya

278,352 people liked this, 43,680 comments

User1: oh my god is Tom and Zendaya dating??

User2: @user1 Or Tom and (y/n)

User3: HOT DAMN BBY GALS

User4: ploy anyone?

User5: I wish I was Tom

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(y/u)'s Snapchat Story July 27th

[picture of you driving looking away in the background of Toms selfie. Caption: hacked]

[video from lap of you singing to the radio and then Turning to Tom. "Are you videoing me?!"]

[picture of you at stop light smiling at the camera. Caption: paparazzi following us for like 10 miles, we just want to eat 😢😢]

[video of you ordering food at (y/f/ff)]

[video's of the women working at the window freaking out because you and Tom are talking to them, you laugh and take a selfie with them and Tom though the window and sign a napkin for each of them]

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"Those women were so nice." You smiled, walking into your apartment with Tom trailing behind with the food. "Yeah" Tom plopped on the couch and turned on E! News as you put your bag and keys away. "Seriously, you want to watch that?" You laughed sitting down next to him. The host was taking about the latest 'Hollywood break-up'. "I wanna know what's the drama in the entertainment world." He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him. "But the love in LA wasn't lost today," The host said, "Tom Holland and (y/n) are rumored to have a relationship behind closed doors, today Tom and (y/n) posted riding together to pick up some fast food and surprise the employees working in the drive threw window." She spoke as the video's and photos played on screen. "We're the drama" Tom smirks, and you let out a little laugh. "Can we watch a movie now?" He nods and changes to Netflix.

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@TomHolland2013 Instagram Story 11:56pm July 27th

[picture of you asleep on his chest. Caption: goodnight Instagram]

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Instagram Dm July 29th

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm You: yes?

1:49pm Tom: I think we should tell people

1:49pm You: Its been 9 days

1:50pm Tom: so can I post a happy 10 days love, tomorrow?

1:56pm You: Really?

1:56pm Tom: yes

1:57pm You: okay... but I get to post one too.

1:57pm Tom: THANK YOU!

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Instagram July 30th 10:22am

@Tomholland2013 posted:

[picture of him holding you bridle style]

Happy 10 Days love @(y/u) 😘   📸// @hazosterfield

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[writing-yj]

Blue Beetle x Reader: Finally

Anon: 25 with jaime!!! i love fake dating aus man i need one with my blue beetle boy (that isn't ted kord lol) also love your writing it's beautiful and congrats on the followers love ❤️

25: We’re supposed to look like a couple; act like it!”

I WROTE OUT THE ENTIRE THING OUT BUT I FORGOT TO USE THE PROMPT, IS IT OKAY THAT I DIDN’T USE IT? I’M REALLY REALLY SORRY.

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: Nothing, really

A/n: I’ve memorized this prompt already (even though I forgot to use it, I’m so sorry bby) I’m not adding it on the next prompt list xD It’s good to know that people love Jaime! I hope you enjoy this, m’dear!

Jaime’s hand felt warm as your fingers comfortably locked together. When it came to going undercover as a couple with your best friend, there was no reason to say no. You had no shame in showing that you were romantically interested in him; you didn’t care who knew. You weren’t entirely sure if he knew, but it wouldn’t be a problem if he did.

Unlike you, he fought tooth and nail to hide his feelings from you, but from others? They knew exactly what was going on. Almost the entire team was frustrated that you two wouldn’t get together when the attraction between you was so damn obvious. Bart regularly wants to force you two to kiss, but that was quickly shot down by Robin when he heard Bart planning it.

“So, babe, where do you want to go first?” You beamed as you cheesily used the endearing term.

“I’m not sure, babe, are you feeling hungry yet?” Jaime asked, doing the same thing, and he laughed. The strong friendship you two had made the act no problem at all. Hell, people thought you were dating on the reg anyway.

You put your head on his shoulder and his heart fluttered. “Starving, believe it or not.” 

“Oh, I believe it.” Jaime cautiously kissed your forehead. This ‘fake relationship’ came almost naturally, with some hesitation here and there.

You gasped dramatically. “Are you implying that I eat too much, Jaime? I’m so wounded!”

“You inhale food almost as often as Bart, mi amor.” Jaime rolled his eyes playfully.

His use of Spanish made you quietly giggle. “...You’re not wrong.” You admitted.

“Glad to know you agree,” Jaime scouted for a good food place along the busy street, whilst you searched for the target. No such luck, for you. He pointed to a place far down the street and said, “We’re eating over there and you have no choice, their food is the best.” He then pulled you in the direction of the restaurant with determination.

You yelped at the sudden action. “Okay, I’m coming! I’ll take your word for it!”

The small restaurant had a cozy, warm feeling to it that made you feel right at home. A wave of good-smelling food hit you the moment you came in, and your stomach growled at the same time. It was obvious that it had good food, but no one made food like Jaime’s mother could.

After ordering, Jaime picked a two-person table and pulled your chair out for you. For show, he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it while making eye contact with you. The action made you smirk with a barely visible blush, and you sat down as gracefully as possible. What was an undercover game for you two, other random bystanders thought you were two teenagers in an unbreakable love.

“And you say I’m dramatic.” You teased as you propped your head up with your right hand. “I gotta admit Reyes, I’m a little flustered; you sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You sent a wink his way, and his blush made you snicker. You were having the time of your life on this mission.

“I-I do my best.” Jaime stuttered just a little bit. “You’re satisfied with it?”

“For now; I might need more later.” You chirped and thanked the waitress who brought you your drinks. After taking a few long sips, you continued. “But really, thanks for doing this Jaime. I can’t imagine what it would be like to date anyone else.” It was one hundred percent true, whether it be going undercover as a couple or truly being one.

Jaime was internally screaming. “No problem, (Y/n); I didn’t want to waste a good opportunity.” He was nervous as heck and tried his hardest to not trip over his words.

You raised an eyebrow and smirked. You tried to say something, but it came out as an embarrassing but love-struck giggle, and it made Jaime choke on his lemonade. He smiled, too, but not after he was done almost dying.

Bart slowly and subtly looked over the top of the newspaper he was ‘reading’ and looked at you two from a couple booths over. The plan was certainly in motion, and it was going perfectly. He heard every word, and he saw the genuine meaning behind them.

“It’s working!” Bart whispered into his comm. “They’re flirting. It’s going to happen!”

Barbara and Cass were looking through the window at a safe distance and they squealed happily. They were getting you together or someone was going to die today. “Yes, yes, yes!”

However, Bart was one of the worst whisperers in the world, and you were often renowned for your excellent hearing. While Jaime was lost in his fresh-cooked food, your head snapped over to where Bart was hiding behind a newspaper. 

Bart went pale as a sheet and he pulled the newspaper back up to completely hide his head. “I’ve been compromised! She knows.” He couldn’t just run out of there; someone would notice!

“Jaime, I’m going to the bathroom; make sure my food doesn’t get cold.” You said cheerily and he nodded. You rose from your seat casually and walked over to Bart’s booth, where Jaime wasn’t able to see.

The young speedster was quite literally shaking in his shoes when you were standing just a foot away from him. You could barely see a tuft of his red hair, but it was definitely Bart’s. You cleared your throat and inncoently asked, “Hello, uhm, sir?”

“...Yes?” Bart tried to sound masculine, but it came out as a shaky squeak. 

“May I borrow your newspaper? Just for a moment; I have to check the advice column to see if my mother’s submission was printed.”

He didn’t know if he wanted to scream or cry. “N-no, I’m reading it at the moment. It’s a really good article see, and-”

“Just give me the damn paper, Bart.” Your voice dropped to it’s normal pitch.

Bart dropped the paper and looked terrified. “I’m sorry! We were just trying to get you guys together because you guys were oblivious to see that you liked each other and neither of you are going to make a move so we wanted to help and we-” His stress over the situation came out in the speed of his talking, and he was going a mile a minute. 

“Jesus Christ, kiddo, calm down. I was going to give you a ‘thank you’ but I’d rather not add to your current and unfortunate emotional crisis; wish I could help!” 

Knowing that he wasn’t in trouble, Bart left the restaurant as soon as possible and ran at full speed to safety. That was terrifying for him; the last person who made you furious, conveniently a villain, got several bones broken.

A few moments later, you walked back over to Jaime, who was already halfway done with his meal. “It’s still warm, but I don’t think it will be for long.” He gestured to your food. “It’s really good.”

“How would you know if mine tastes good? Did you steal a bite?” You asked and narrowed your eyes.

Jaime looked up at you with a straight face. “Because we ordered the same thing, idiota.”

You put your hand on your chest and feigned a look of hurt. “Jaime! How could you say that?!” You dramatically fell back into your seat. “Were all of your loving words a lie?” It came out as a whimper as you started to solemnly eat your food.

“Why would they ever be a lie, mi amor?” Jaime reached out and grabbed your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. It was such a loving gesture that it made your heart skip a couple beats.

“We are undercover for this... You’re a pretty good actor.” This was your chance to see if he really does like you back. 

Jaime inhaled sharply. You thought it was an act, and you looked sad about it. He hated it when you were sad. “W-Well, I uhm, I-” Jaime exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding and he looked down at his food. “I... I wasn’t acting, (Y/n). I meant what I said.” He was self-conscious about it, and his face was very red. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way-”

“Jaime, I have been flirting with you for months.” You interrupted him with something he was shocked to hear. “It wasn’t always friendly banter, bug-boy. I thought at least your scarab would know that.”

He hissed to his beetle, “I thought you were wrong, shut up!”

You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh. So even the Scarab knew about it, but Jaime didn’t believe it. Now that you told him, he felt like an idiot for not noticing; the first thing you said when you met him was: “Well, hello there. You’re pretty cute.”

“At least one good thing came out of this mission,” He chuckled and looked out the window. “I haven’t seen anything suspicious all day.”

You grinned. “Actually, it was just a plan to get us together; I caught Bart trying to hide and watch us. I somehow scared him into confessing without even asking.” Granted, it was a smart plan, but you felt it was just a tad unnecessary.

Jaime’s embarrassed expression turned to one of annoyance. “That little-!” He stopped as he tried to find an appropriate word to describe his wicked-fast friend. “You know what, it’s fine, I have no complaints.”

“Well I’d hope not!” You picked up the fork with the hand Jaime wasn’t holding and took a bite of your relatively warm food. “Damn, you weren’t lying; this is good.”

Jaime smiled for probably the fiftieth time that day, but then his cheeks reddened greatly. “Since we, uh... Since we both feel the same way, will-” He could barely ask his intended question.

“I’d greatly appreciate it if you became my genuine boyfriend, does that sound okay?” You asked casually after swallowing your food. “I personally think that you’d be a great significant other, seeing as how today went.”

“I-I was about to ask that, actually.” He was trying to register that you wanted to be his girlfriend.

You teased him, “You seemed to be having trouble, so I helped.” He was cute when he was nervous. Well, he always is, but especially when he’s nervous. “So is that a yes?

“Of course (Y/n), how could I say no?”

Bart ran through HQ while screeching, “They’re finally dating guys! Blue and (Y/n) are together! Officially! Our plan worked!” The OTP of the group was legit at last. No one had to go through the torture of watching two teens skirting around their obvious love for each other.

The PDA wasn’t even that bad; you and Jaime kept it to a minimum, but it wasn’t a secret that he treated you like a queen. He thought you deserved nothing less than that.

I told you to court her sooner, Jaime Reyes. 

I’M SORRY THAT I FORGOT TO USE THE PROMPT, DO YOU STILL LIKE IT THO

[grapefruitguan-blog]

Fight!AU (Park Woojin)

- woojin was preparing for his comeback

- and they were asking a lot of time from him

- so he was coming home rlly late and leaving rlly early in the morning

- and you were supportive n he was really appreciative

- but it happened for about two weeks

- two weeks of you making dinner and watching it get cold and waking up to him and a quick kiss saying he loves you but he’s gotta go

- but you had ur last straw when he didn’t even come home on your birthday

- he actually forgot

- this time you didn’t fall asleep

- bc woojin promised to spend the day with you

- you were actually heartbroken

- he came back at 1:30 am rlly surprised you were up

- he had a terrible day daniel n the others couldn’t get the choreo down and the producer blamed him

- “babe? shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

- you didn’t answer him

- and had a small bitter smile

- “yeah. i should be. i shouldn’t have waited for you.”

- now woojin never ever snaps

- but today he was in the worst mood

- ever

- “jeez, what’s with you today?”

- and now you snapped

- “woojin, you should know what’s up with me today i’ve waited for you for now two weeks every single fucking day”

- “babe i know i’m sorry it’s just they’ve wanted a lot out of us-“

- “yeah. you want a lot of of me to wait for you. i know that. what do you think i have done?”

- “y/n i know it’s just the fans-“

- “it’s always the fans woojin, always.”

- “because they care about us. we just won at mama i don’t want to lose that streak. why can’t you understand that?”

- “woojin. i’ve been the most fucking understanding of that. i didn’t question you for shit about scandals when i sure could’ve and i always helped you when you felt stressed-“

- “people care about us, y/n. we have fans. they’re there for us.”

- oh god woojin really fucked it up now

- a small silence occurred when woojin’s eyes widened with what he said

- “babe-“

- “save it woojin.”

- “no i didn’t mean-“

- “no, i get it. i don’t have fans because i’m not an idol, so i wouldn’t get it. people care about you and the boys and not really about me. hell, they want me gone since i’m dating their bias. go date fucking lisa from blackpink or something, then!”

- “no that isn’t-“

- “save it. i’m leaving. maybe you’ll someday realize why i’m so fucking pissed after waiting for you for so damn long.”

- you walk out and slam the door

- “fine be that way!” yelled woojin

- he went to your guys’ now empty bed angry as hell

- he almost threw the picture of you two on the ground but hesitated

- you drove over to your bff’s house and slept for the night

- in the morning woojin went to practice

- and he was on snapchat

- and noticed your streak had an hourglass

- he sent you a black screen and you instantly left him on open

- he groaned

- and rolled his eyes

- and he was viewing his stories and saw daehwi’s

- it was a selfie

- “happy late birthday y/n!!!”

- woojin dropped

- wait

- it was your birthday yesterday???

- holy fuck he promised to spend the day with you

- he didn’t even get you an xmas gift cause you said that’s all you wanted

- holy fuck

- he stormed into practice

- “daehwi!!!!”

- daehwi was eating a croissant

- “woojin!!! you almost made me drop my croissant!!!”

- “dumbass bitch!!! why didn’t you tell me it was my gf’s birthday yesterday!!!!!”

- “woojin sweetie you were supposed to know this”

- “i remembered!” piped daniel holding his story too

- “shut up mr center i hope your cats die”

- “heY”

- jisung aka mom runs over

- “dUmbAsS KIDS STOP FIGHTING”

- daehwi rubbed his temples

- “y/n is soooo mad at you woojin”

- “she’s so supportive of your snaggletooth headass and you don’t see that”

- “hIs EYES ARE TOO SMALL TO SEE THAT”

- “shUT UP ONG NOBODY CARES MR I’M-28-TRYING-TO-DEBUT”

- “shUT UP YOU MAKNAE I WAS Y/N’S BIAS NOT YOURS”

- jisung blows the whistle n stops ong and woojin from fighting

- “DuMBASS WOOJIN for foRGETTING Y/N’s BDAY I’M NOT MAKING YOU FUCKIN RAMEN FOR A MONTH”

- jisung sighed

- “y/n rlly never let you see her frustrated bc you’d come home late as hell n she would always rant to me and daehwi about it and she went to (bff)’s house all night and cried”

- “how was i supposed to know!!!”

- “duMBASS biTCH I am Her SECOND COUSIN and you arE HER bOyfrieND anD I COULD TELL SHE WAS UNhAPPY BUT you COULDN’T????”

- “he has a point snaggletooth headass”

- “shut up four foot chode nobody cares sungwoon”

- “LISTEN BO-“

- “gUys shUT UP” yelled jisung

- “woojin go make up with her your dumbass fucKED UP”

- “big time!” chorused daniel holding his two cats

- woojin facepalmed

- “guys what the hell do i do i rlly did fuck up i was just so caught up on the choreo-“

- “dumbass dance machine”

- “shUT UP CAT PEDOPHILE I’M HAVING A FUCKING MOMENT”

- jisung blows his mom whistle again

- “gUYS ENOUGH FIGHTING”

- “luckily bc i’m so old and wise i have a damn plan”

- so all 11 boys shut up and crowd around

- “here’s what we are finna do bitches”

- “jisung sweetie pls don’t say finna it’s improper”

- “sorry minhyun”

- you’re at your bff’s house

- you were throwing dart’s at a pic of woojin

- until she knocks on ur door

- “hey y/n someone’s here to see you”

- “if it’s woojin i swear to-“

- “oH HI DAEHWI”

- “HI BESTIE IM HERE BITCH I GOT YOU STUFF FOR YOUR BDAY”

- “aw THANKS BITCH I SAW YOUR STORY”

- “yeAh SORRY BITCH I WAS AT PRACTICE AKDJKSD I PROMISE WE CAN EAT CHICKEN N WAFFLES SOON THO”

- “david lee ur so white”

- “i was born in LA headass”

- daehwi hands you a wrapped gift

- you coo

- “YOU REALLY ARE MY BESTIE”

- bff walks in

- “wtf y/n who’s house are you in”

- “lOVE YOU TOO (BFF’s NAME)”

- daehwi clears throat

- “anyways so”

- “get dressed”

- “we’re hanging out”

- “stop simping over the snaggletooth headass”

- “i wAS NO-“

- “bitch shut up ur listening to butterfly and spring day by bts and you’re really telling me you aren’t simping????”

- ok daehwi got you there

- so you kicked him outta ur friend’s room

- and you get dressed

- no details bc this isn’t smut

- yET

- hAHAHAHA

- anyways after twenty minutes you step out

- daehwi huffs

- “see this hair? i didn’t dye it white. it turned white waiting for your slowpoke ass”

- “shut up daehwi last time i checked i waited for you for two hours when you bumped into iu”

- “iU nOONA IS mOre IMPoRTANT”

- anyways

- daehwi flashes his signature grin

- “oK go to the living room”

- “daehwi i thought we were going out??”

- “yes going out of the room duh”

- “yOU lITTLE SHIT YOU MADE ME PUT MAKEUP FOR NOTHING WHEN IM STAYING INSIDE???”

- “y/n if you think i have money to treat you out for a day you really must be tripping”

- “daehwi stfu you deadass have tons of money after debuting don’t play with me”

- daehwi shoves you into the room anyways

- and your jaws drop

- and there you see the living room decorated

- with your favorite foods on the coffee table

- and presents

- and a chocolate cake

- and the other boys there

- besides woojin

- so daniel’s cats could be at ur bday and not your boyfriend? ok

- “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N”

- “we’re really sorry we couldn’t celebrate with you on your actual birthday so we tried to make up for it” smiles jisung

- you almost broke down in tears

- because THAT IS SO SWEET

- “aw thanks guys i love you so much”

- “even if woojin hates me enough to not even want to celebrate my bday LOL it’s okay.”

- guanlin awkwardly coughed

- “uh look behind you”

- lo and behold

- park woojin is behind you holding 10 bouquets of red roses

- bby boy is almost falling bc he carried all of them

- you’re kind of taken aback

- because who wouldn’t be??

- “i’m sorry that i couldn’t wish you happy birthday with them i had to run to like five florists cause turns out everyone ran out of red roses”

- he hands you one bouquet and other boys scramble to help him

- “i’m really sorry that i fucked up and forgot that it was your birthday it was honestly such a dick move of me-“

- “HE ALSO CALLED ME A FOUR FOOT CHODE”

- “shUT UP SUNGWOON”

- “and i really took you for granted and i feel terrible because i need to remember that they’re fans, and though i’m in their hearts..you’re in mine. i’m scared of losing you because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and i promise i never ever forgot about that”

- “and like roses are what i gave you on our first date and i know they can’t do too much to make you forgive me but i remembered you love them and you honestly deserve the world”

- and woojin has tears in his eyes and takes one hand and tries to wipe his tears and now he’s blubbering

- “i totally understand if you hate me and wanna break up i support your decision either way i’m so so sorry for being such a dick-“

- SEEING WOOJIN BAWL WAS TOO MUCH SO YOU JUST KISSED HIM

- he was shocked at first but he leaned down just a little bit

- “idiot i forgive you”

- “w-wait really”

- “BITCH YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO REJECT HIM”

- “shUT UP DAEHWI”

- “nO YOU SHUT YOU COYOTE LOOKING ASS I BET $10.00 ON THIS WITH ONG”

- before woojin went to go fight daehwi you laughed

- and he looked at you with a small smile

- ft his little snaggletooth

- and daniel brings out the cake and they start singing

- BUT then woojin’s eyes shoot up

- “wAIT DONT START I FORGOT SOMETHING”

- he hands you the roses and grabs a little box out of his pocket

- “here open it”

- “woojin we’re too young to get married-“

- “nonONONO NOT THAT NOT THAT”

- he turns bright red

- “i-i mean not like i don’t wanna m-marry you i-it’s just”

- you open it

- it’s a promise ring!!! the one that you told woojin how pretty it was two months ago!!!!

- “woojin!!!! this is really expensive you know i was like kidding right!!!!”

- “well like you deserve the world so i’m trying to give it to you”

- “and like it’s my promise to you to never treat you less than perfect”

- “and that i promise to put you before my career”

- all the boys coo

- and daniel is huffing bc the cake is rlly heavy and he wants to goddamn sing already so he can set it down

- so you sing!

- and all is well!

- and woojin puts an arm around your waist and kisses your forehead

- “happy late birthday babe, i love you.”

[esseastri]

Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 1)

Me: okay but I don’t remember the back half of WoR, I should really, really finish the reread before starting... Also me: okay, buuuuuuuuuuut................what if I just..............start

[insert evilkermit.jpeg here]

There are a few relevant points of information:

Tags: Megan reads OB and Oathbringer spoilers. (I’ll also have housekeepers on there, like Brandon Sanderson, Stormlight Archive, and Oathbringer, but those first two are the important ones.)

Everything will be under a readmore.

Above the readmore will be the page numbers covered in that liveblog, so you’ll know how far I’ve gotten (and that way, if you’ve read that far you’ll be okay to read the lb).

There's…going to be a lot of swearing? I have learned that I have no control over my language when I get overly emotional and I feel like I’m going to spend a lot of this book overly emotional. I would like to apologize in advance, and while I promise to try to keep my swearing to a minimum, there might be more than a few bad words.

Shameless self-promotion for the previous two liveblogs: WoK and WoR.

I’m pretty sure that’s all the important bits. Enjoy!!

Part One encompasses pages 1-90 (subsequent parts)

*screams quietly into the ether forever*

PROLOGUE

hoooolly shiiiiiiiittt: Eshonai

Please tell me this means we’ll finally learn why the Parshendi killed Gavilar.......

SHE’S SO EXCITED I’M SO SAD I hate knowing what’s happened to her

...the Parshendi...didn’t know about the parshmen? what? the heck?

I’m....baby Esh is so excitable and curious and I.. love her. and I’m so. so sad. that she loses this.

“an indoor privy with running water, a concept she still didn’t understand.” Who does, babe. Who does.

me, every time amaram appears: “fucking asshole. fuck off fckkkk” I just.... hiss like a cat every time his name appears on a page. I hate him. ARGH.

I spelled his name as “aramaram” and had to go correct it I was so upset he was HERE that I forgot how to spell.

“Traitors who had abandoned their gods to be free.” And they FEARED the return of their gods, before stormform and the Everstorm. They feared it--because they were not free... But...stormform isn’t freedom, and their gods are back and....history repeating itself?

Also, the fact that Gavilar took the time to learn her name is very endearing and like... Gavilar was A Good, guys. He tried so hard.

NOOPE NEVERMIND, BAD, ACTUALLY. THAT’S SO SELFISH WHAT THE HECK

“Bring back your evil, destructive, enslaving gods so that we can have our nice, honorable, fighty ones back please.” NO, THAT’S SO DISGUSTING THAT’S SO SELFISH WTH

GAVIILAARRRR. I BELIEVED IN YOU! I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!! WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU

WAIT, so he was getting the visions before Dalinar? Did we know this already? That makes sense... it’s very Boromir/Faramir, tbh, but like... what, one died, and Honor was like “welp. guess we’ll try his bro”

wait, okay, so ...the black sphere that he gives Szeth...........what. Esh knows what it is--so it’s some kind of spren. But it’s not the angerspren/hatespren that they bond with for stormform--those are red. So what’s...this one? Voidspren? Are there voidspren? Voidspren to create voidbringers...presumably more powerful than stormform.

I AM CONCERNED.

PART ONE

okay, that map tho; after reading Edgedancer, I’m VERY CONCERNED that there’s an Oathgate to Aimia... I don’t need any more 200-cremlings-in-a-trenchcoat popping up out of nowhere, but thanks anyway

it makes sense that this book stats with Dalinar, but HOW! IS! MY! BOY! WHERE! IS! KALADIN!

Dalinar is so polite tho. saying ‘thank you’ to the Stormfather

Also ONLY SIX DAYS???? AAHH

“It had been a hardy, stubborn lot who had grown in this place.” This is Kholinar: it highstorms nine months of the year, and weeps the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have...cats or chickens, we have...cremlings.

(Though Lisa made a good point--are there actually cremlings?? or are all cremlings just...bits of Aimians scuttling about like spy bugs?)

“The queen had gone silent.” I...genuinely don’t trust her, and I’m more inclined to believe she’s radio silence out of a need to save her own damn skin than any other reason.

......somehow I never really thought that Odium would be light...

THE WOMAN HE LOVED

YAASS.

(I have priorities)

They’re being cute. It’s been, like, half a page and I’m just over here making big, cooing noises at them being cute. help.

OH SHIT THAT WAS QUICK

THEY FOUND SADEAS ALREADY AND I AM CONCERN

(tho, I mean...it took them six days to find the body, that’s....actually not really quick. but still.)

OH WAIT NO, OKAY, IT TOOK THEM  ONE DAY WELL SHIT

oh god

Adolin, bby. pls. don’t.... LISTEN, THE FIC I WROTE ABOUT GUILTSPREN WAS A FIC

HI TEFT I HAVE MISSED YOU BUT ALSO PLS CALM DOWN AAAHHHH

this is page frikkin 37 and I’m already dying

I’M SO SCARED OF WHAT IALAI WILL DO. SHE’S GONNA PIN THIS ON BRIDGE 4 I KNOW IT. SHE’S GONNA TRY AND I’M GONNA SCREAM

WHY IS ADOLIN HERE. KIDDO PLS. DOn’T COME BACK TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME I’M

unrelated, but I can’t stop thinking about baby Eshonai basically damning her people to war and revenge to stop their gods from returning and Venli just like...whipping a godling out her pocket like “nvmd, we’re doing this anyway” and like. fuck Venli, tbh.

Back to current events and:

I love Palona.

“steady Adolin and impenetrable Renarin” HE LOVES HIS SONS SO MUCH I’M CRY

“certainly wouldn’t have gone so far as to kill Sadeas themselves” ABOUT THAT

I love that Urithuru has safety railings. like... throwing shade at every big space opera ever.

I still don’t know how I feel about Lopen growing his arm back...

“Our ultimate goal is the preservation of Roshar” Sorry, bud, Preservation is dead...

and also on a different planet.

AAAWWW SNAP! THIRTY-FOUR YEARS AGO! HERE WE GO!!!!

“He didn’t need Shards to intimidate.” Nah, but I bet they help.

tbqh, it’s really, really weird to think of Dalinar fighting not in Shards.

excuse you, that horse did nothing to deserve that.

heheheheh, so much for your nose, bucko

Gooooddddd, Brandon writes battle so cinematically. I want to film this. Gaaaahhh

of...of course punk!Dalinar’s horse is named Fullnight. How deliciously extra of him.

“I tried to kill you!” “from a distance! Which shows remarkably good judgement!” DALINAR, PLEASE. 

Enthusiastic ultra-Gryffindor rambo Dalinar is hilarious

It’s been 50 pages, where’s Kaladin

Sadeas in YELLOW shardplate?? who is he?

Also, ngl, I’m a lil pissed that I still have to deal with Sadeas--even if it’s young, not-quite-so-vile Sadeas. Like......he’s dead! I shouldn’t have to put up with his slimy face anymore!

“What would we do without you?” “Lose.” What an asshole. What a dudebro. I hate how much I love him.

the Thrill concerns me, tbh.

I know that we know it is of Odium, but like. It Concerns me.

THAT WAS QUICK

THE EVERSTORM TURNAROUND??? THAT WAS DISTRESSINGLY QUICK?

I’m sad Dalinar doesn’t get a little spren buddy wandering around with him at all times, because, like. Stormfather. But like. spren buddy.

Now I’m trying to picture the vast and infinite Stormfather just flitting around Dalinar’s head in meetings and making faces at Syl across the table and laughing my ass off.

oh NO not her SAFEHAND

seriously, they. are. so. cute.

“Your stubborn refusal to get seduced is making me question my feminine wiles.” HAAAAHAHA OMG, DARLINGS PLEASE

also, Dalinar, omg, give it up already, bro.

I realize there are like...ecological and climatology implications of the Weepings stopping before they are supposed to, but I can’t help but be glad that Kaladin won’t be suffering for as long as he normally would with the seasonal depression...

WHAT! WAS! THE! BOON! ...unless this is the boon. Unless Dalinar asked for the Nightwatcher to take away the pain of losing his wife and instead she took away his wife... and his punishment is something else.

in which case WHAT! WAS! THE! PUNISHMENT!

“I’d let a confused dishwasher marry us.” I realized belatedly that she meant, like...a person who washes dishes. And not a machine that washes dishes that most people on earth have in their kitchens.

Also, Dalinar and Navani really need to please stop being so adorable, I’m SO HAPPY THEY’RE GETTIN MARRIED AND THE FRIKKIN STORMFATHER IS GONNA OFFICIATE THAT’S HILARIOUS I LOVE THEM

I LOVE THAT THE WEDDING IS LIKE... HIM AND NAVANI AND THE BOYS AND SHALLAN AND A FEW OTHER MINIONS. THIS IS DELIGHTFUL. I LOVE THIS

THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT THIS I DISLIKE

Bridge Four is too important for guard duty! They’re so important! They’ve come so far!!!! I LOVE THEM!!??

she just had a wedding dress just... lying around.

god I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!

...poor Elhokar. “if only we could keep up.” boy has no confidence and no chance to learn it.

NAVANI’S FRIKKIN GLORYSPREN OMG

“What does he remember that I cannot?” Uh...your other wife, my dude. I’m sure this has something to do with how your wife died.

AAHH. HERE HE IS!!!! THE BOY!!!!! MY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nooooo. no, kaladin please. you didn’t fail. oh god, no, come on. don’t think like that.

I’m

aaahhhhh

“It felt wrong not to bear the symbol of Bridge Four.” AAAHHHHHHH

I’M

!!!!!!!!!

I’m JUST NOT OKAY

aahh, at least he was properly concerned about the Everstorm filling his spheres with...bad stuff? of some kind? I’m super glad that it didn’t, that it doesn’t, but like. At least he was concerned about it!

hello fronds, I love Syl a LOT

also: covered safehand, that’s hilarious. She’s a real grown up, now!

nooooooooooo

it can’t be all dead

they have to have

someone has to have been smart enough to get a large part of the town into shelter

Kaladin, your dad isn’t stupid, he would have. he would have tried.

(this would be way, way more distressing if I hadn’t been spoiled for the fact that Lirin and Hesina are alive...like...I’d probably be crying right now.)

“How often are you going to make me apologize for that?” Pfffft I mean.

HE GREW UP AND THEY DON’T RECOGNIZE HIM AND I’M

AAAHHH

“Are there wounded” and he just GOES because that’s where his dad would be and he just . goes. to his dad.

I’m crying?

THEY’RE CRYING I’M CRYING EVERYONE IS CRYING

THEY THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD AMARAM FUCKING TOLD THEM HE WAS DEAD AND I’M

THEY’RE

“MY SON IS ALIVE” YEAH HE IS AND HE’S AMAZING AND YOU’RE GONNA BE PROUD OF HIM OH

I’M

AAHHHHHH

I really hate Amaram. A lot.

his mom is a good. and she just keeps her hand on his shoulder like protectiveness and like reassurance that he’s still there and I’m. aaaAAAHH

“For now, he just wanted to be here with them.” GOOD. LET THE BOY REST. LET HIM EAT SOUP AND REST.

“The wrong-way highstorm” I mean...not wrong

“They never got to meet Captain Kaladin” aaAAHHH

I HAVE A LOT OF EMOTIONS ABOUT INCARNATIONS OF HUMANS AND I’M

this is a lot

LIRIN OFFERING TO BUY THE WRIT OF SLAVERY IS A LOT I’M JUST

crying

“Perhaps it was time to stop letting the rain dictate his mood. He couldn’t banish the seed of darkness inside him, but Stormfather, he didn’t need to let it rule him either.”

I...have a lot of feelings about Kaladin.

And I have a lot of feelings about how Kaladin and his depression interact and about how he deals with it. And how he’s seen the worst in himself and promised to never let it get that bad again. And how he’s seen that even though it’s a part of himself that he has to keep fighting, keep dealing with, keep understanding, it doesn’t have to be the only thing in him, the only thing in his life, the only part of him that matters. He can have other parts, other important bits of him and his personality. He might always have bad days, but that doesn’t have to be the majority of them. Not if he chooses to be stronger, to try to get better. There’s always going to be depression, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be other things.

It took me a longass time to come to that same realization and I just...am really, really... proud of him? and of myself? and of anyone who has depression who thinks the same way we do? and though I’ve found it to be a smidge disconcerting to have your own personal thought processes spelled out on paper by someone who isn’t you, there’s a comfort in that...I’m not the only one who feels like this, who has these ideas, who makes these decisions about my depression.

Anyway, I really, really love Kaladin and I’m. emotional . and I’m. “He didn’t need to let it rule him either.” No. We don’t. We can deal.

ANYWAY I’M EMOTIONAL ABOUT KALADIN AND IN OTHER NEWS WATER IS WET, FIRE IS HOT, AND THE WORLD IS ROUND.

WAIT. Did Syl.....was she aiming for someone else? “distant yet demanding”. Who else...was she gonna bond with. before Kaladin? My first instinct is Tien, but that...doesn’t fit. One of his men? in his squad? Or before that, Hesina maybe? I’m? ...surely not Lirin...... he’s not. enough.

god, his first thought is that Adolin would be disappointed in fashion heheheheh I love these boys. becoming friends. maybe. hopefully.

KAL PUNCHING ROSHONE IS A++ 100% GRADE A GOOD SHIT

GOD BLESS

AAAAAAHHHHHHH

“That was for my friend Moash” I’M!!!!!!!!!!!! EMOTIONAL!!!! ABOUT MY BOYS!!! AND THEIR FRIENDSHIP!!!!! PERSISTING EVEN THOUGH BAD DECISIONS!!!!

Kaladin’s stubborn refusal to give up on people is. A Lot. EVeRYTHING IS A LOT. THIS IS A LOT

“and for the first time in a long, long while, he was happy with that person.” THAT’S CAUSE YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON THE BEST PERSON AAAHHH

SUMMONING SYL AND “ANY QUESTIONS” AND OHHH MY GOD. that shit’s hot. I’m. hhnnnggggggg

“until he had enough stormlight to fly home.” home. I mean, we knew that “home” wasn’t Hearthstone anymore, but. Dalinar is home. The warcamps, Urithuru. Bridge Four. I...I am so proud of how far Kaladin has come.

“I don’t like the idea of swinging you around, smashing you into things.” “Firstly, I don’t smash into things. I am an elegant and graceful weapon.” HI, I LOVE SYL A LOT

GET IT, LARAL

HECK YE

“That’s a girl I was never going to marry, no matter what happened.” “I like her.” “You would.” I LIKE HER TOO SHE’S STRONG AND CAPABEL AND DON’T NEED NO MAN. GET IT, GIIIRRLL!!!!

I love that Roshar has a Hippocratic oath equivalent. I also have mixed feelings on Lirin’s incredibly strict adherence to his Hippocratic oath equivalent. like..yeah, Do No Harm is one thing. But being self-righteous about it to the point of not wanting your son to fight evil monsters from the void? Take a chill pill, my dude.

NAVANI SPANREEDING HIM PERSONALLY IS A LOT

also, I really have strong feelings about Dalinar generally addressing Kaladin as “soldier” and the responding “Sir.” I know they had a long talk about chain of command, but it’s just. so satisfying that it’s still going.

“Send us a glyph each evening to know you are safe.” GOOD DAD IS WORRIED ABOUT HIS SON AND I’M EMOTIONAL

AAAHHHHH HIS VERY FIRST INSTINCT IS TO HOLD HIS BABY BROTHER I’M!!! KALADIN IS SO GOOD AND LOVING AND WONDERFUL!!!

guys, I don’t know if you know this about me, but I really love Kaladin.

guys, I don’t know if you know this about me, bUT I REALLY LOVE KALADIN.

[felunacactus]

I saw Fall Out Boy in Fairfax and it was the greatest experience of my life

It's been two days since the actual concert but it's still fresh in my mind to where I can still make this post

•Jaden smith was absolutely amazing, wish I had listened to his music beforehand because it's all like really good

•He called us lit??? And I was like 'why jaden why' but followed it up with we were the greatest crowd he's seen since the tour started and I was super happy about that

•they had a little pre-show and like in between playlist going on and it included Molly, DOAB and LA Devotee, literally the entire stadium just started screaming everytime his face was on the screen. It was so funny and cool

•BLACKBEAR MAN, JJST LIKE AH

•I was the only one of the people I went with that knew any of his songs, and I didn't know all of them but I did like the ones I had heard and when he played them I was just getting it and freaking out while my mom and my friend were just like 'no tabby why'

•Blackbear's Sax dude was just living it up the entire time like YES MAN GET IT

•we also got a really nice drum showcase in between Jaden and blackbear which was coolio, I got a vid of it on my phone I think

•the longest wait was defenitly between Blackbear and FOB, they circulated the playlist about 5 times while they cleared the stage. But at least we had a nice picture of a wave to look at that started MOVING when the lights went down

•there was a little timer thingy and we were all counting down till when they came up out of the stage and I stg I saw petes forehead going into his little slot

•also VIP seats were 100% worth it? I mean eaglebank is a small arena so there isn't really a 'bad seat' but like I never thought I would be that close to any of them it was amazing

•the fact that they started with the Phoenix blew me away because there was like fire and shit and that's like one of my fav songs EVER and it just got me that much more hyped

•I thought I blew my vocal chords out about ten times during this concert

•they had big hero 6 visuals in the background of immortals, and I was loving it up until right before the chorus they played the clip of when the facility blows up right after Tadashi runs inside and I went from screaming to 'NOOOOO'

•at the end of one of the songs Andy was like standing on his drum set or something And then my mom and I actually realized that this man is much more covered in tattoos then we originally thought holy shit

•speaking of Andy, he got his own little solo bit while Patrick and Pete were going up on the little floaty stage thingy and it was so freakin amazing like he's so good

•The floaty stage was cool but scared the everloving shit out of me. Like I kept having visions of it just collapsing and one of them falling and I'm like grabbing my friend like 'WHY ARE THEY SO HIGH PLEASE GET BACK ON SOLID GROUND'

•although I did glance back a lot to the main stage because Patrick and Pete kinda had their backs to us during that because they were in like the back of the arena but they were on the main screen thing so I'd look at that

•and since Andy was kinda stuck in his little drum area Joe had that whole stage to himself and I could see him just making his way around it while he played and I was just like 'yesss you work that stage'

•My friend and I got into a habit of screaming 'hydrate yoself' whenever a performer went to go get a drink, starting with Jaden and going on

•there was a little Llama interlude which I loved, they had canons with t-shirts and I knew they wouldn't reach us, we were just a little too high for that but it was still awesome

•the I don't care visuals were the greatest thing I've ever seen. That is all

•Centuries had visuals of people kneeling during the anthem which I thought was actually super cool of them to adress controversy like that

•Diana visuals during Champion was a little sad, but nonetheless cool as heck

•Before champion when Pete was announcing the little champion of our venue he ended it with kind of apologizing for pushing it back and I felt the need to scream 'WE LOVE YOU' because we do

•after champion they left and I knew there was probably gonna be an encore but the interlude was kinda long and I got worried sometimes like 'are we not loud enough? Are they gonna come back??' But they did

•My Songs was literally the coolest shit because there was so much damn fire and it got 10 degrees hotter in that joint but it was amazing

•up until this point I forgot Saturday was a song, like I knew it but I forgot it was there and that's what they ended with

•CONFETTI EVERYWHERE, TSHIRTS FLYING FROM THE CELING, PETE WENTZ ON THE RAILING IN A BASKETBALL JERSEY AND PATRICK STUMP CHILLING ON OUR SIDE OF THE STAGE FOR A WHILE CAUSING ME TO DAMN NEAR START CRYING

•the end was amazing ^^^

•All of our arms punching in unison during Arms race gave me 5+ years to my lifespan

•save rock and roll was so beautiful I almost cried, like seeing Patrick there doing his thing and then the entire stadium was lit with our phones

•be careful making wishes in the PUNCH PUNCH dark dark

•the best thing about last of the real ones (which was amazing and like one of my fav songs ATM and was amazing live) was Patrick didn't have a guitar so his hands were free when he wasn't at the piano so he was able to just go down the little stage pathway with both arms and I'm like 'YES BBY GO'

•also every time any of them got close to each other or one of them went down the stage pathway I was screaming my lil lungs out

•there was a v good pupper service dog in front of us who was out cold the whole concert

•when FOB came back onstage after the llama interlude they came back in pairs, Pete and Patrick and Joe and Andy, who got significantly less screaming so I made sure to scream as loud as I could when they did something to show that they were loved and appreciated

•because Joe and Andy need more love and appreication

•Pete's jacket, I want it

•also the fluffy white tail thingy Pete had? Actually killing me

•Pretty much the whole band kinda went silent at the beginning of Sugar, Were going down and it was just us singing the lyrics and they looked so happy and I felt blessed

•what else made me feel blessed? Patrick skipping down the catwalk thing. Bless

•I got a planet fitness shirt that I need to cover when I go to school oops

•I wasn't able to get one of those MANIA project thingies but oh well

•I got a large coke, took a total of three sips of it

There is probably so much im forgetting that I'll remember later, sorry for the long post but I needed to share my experience with the internet

[praydastles]

Title: Cool off Fandom: BAP Member: Junhong Genre/Warning: Smut, kinda fluffy I need some fluff when I write Jun smut cos HES STILL A BBY IN MY EYES lol hes older than me, swearing (shame on you and your potty mouth!), public indecency (horny kids these days) it was meant to be teasing, but I decided Junhong is a good boy for putting up with you so he deserves something more...  Summary/Request: {Request} how about the smut is about him and his s/o on a date and he teases her in public ;) A/N: Listen to this x cos why not! Okay so view this x but, I also recommend to view this x Word Count: 2802

It was a relatively hot day and you knew that your comfortable season of layer up layer, thick jumpers and comfortable jeans was over. You face was flushed and your night shirt stuck to your slightly sweaty form due to the heat, so when you went to pick out your clothes you decided that it was only logical to wear something loose fitting and… short.

A cute crop tee that flashed just a little waist and a skater skirt was perfect for the weather ‘and for your date’ you brain added as an afterthought. You decided to bring a cap too.

Once you were ready after having a much needed shower, keys in hand, wallet on your person, earphones firmly placed and phone slotted into your bra strap, you locked the door and made your way to the bus stop.

Even the short walk had managed to make your skin form a thin layer of sweat, your neck and collarbones slightly shining. You fanned your face, feeling hot even in the shade, listening to your music as you waited for the bus.

The bus arrived on time as usual and you chose the seat right at the back, sitting by the window and daydreaming out the window. You barely paid any attention to the stops you passed and let out a yelp when someone’s body crushed you. You were ready to let that foul mouth your mother always told you off for loose, sharp eyes shooting to the person who had the audacity to wrap their arm around your shoulders when you saw the biggest grin on the biggest stupid fluff-ball you’ve ever met in your life.

“Shithead!” You mumbled punching him without much strength in the chest. Of course though, the over dramatic giant baby he was, he had to squeal like a little school girl, attracting the attention of the thankfully few people on the bus. “AH!” He wheezed, holding his chest as he fake gasped for breath. “Oh the pain!” He flung himself back into the seat, his free hand dramatically pressed to his head. You rolled your eyes turning from him and turned up your music.

“Hey.” Poke. You took deep breathes. “Hey.” Poke. “Hey, hey, hey” Poke, poke, poke.  ‘I will not commit murder. I will not commit murder. I will not com-’ “CHOI JUNhong I swear to God!” You seethed, lowering your voice to scold the childish boy beside you. “Hey baby.” He grinned adding a cheeky peck to your cheek. 

Junhong loved to tease you. It was so much fun to see your cheeks shade an angry red and your brown orbs deepen to the point he could see himself reflected in your lovely eyes. The way your voice would shakily lower when you were in public as to not cause a scene. How your hands clenched to resist slapping his smug smile. He loved it so much. 

His arm around you pulled you tighter to him as he rested his head atop of yours, ignoring your complaints of “It’s too hot.” “Don’t you know its like 30 degrees arsehole I’m going to die.” “You feel like a fuckin’ radiator, move!” Of course your complaints eventually ceased, eventually, when the two of you were a stop away from the city centre.

“C’mon baby.” Junhong and all his long limbs stood from his seat, careful not to his head, holding his hand behind him for your to hold onto. You roll your eyes, but took it anyway, feeling a different warmth as his large hand gently held yours.

Outside was surprisingly more stifling that the bus with the shitty air con that did very little to cool anyone. “Wow baby, you look good.” You looked up at Junhong who was taking in the sight of thighs being teased by a short skirt, trailing up to a very grabbable waist, your crop top fitting very nicely over your breasts. He blinked when he reached your face, eye brow arched and hip jutted out in attitude. “Done looking?”Junhong’s arm quickly wraps around you to pull you into him. He stares you down, licking his lips and whispers, “You’re barely wearing anything anyway, but... I really want to rip those clothes off of you.” Your eyes widen. Attitude fading into embarrassment and heat no long from the sun but from blood rushing to give your cheeks and ears a shade of hot red. You pull back quickly, shoving his chest and kicking his shin, “Perv!” You speedily walk around him, pissed that there was no breeze to cool your cheeks and that you felt your nether regions tighten as his words. 

Junhong chuckled, tilting his head to check out your arse swaying with your angry steps, your skirt inching a bit too high at times to reveal plump cheeks and ‘fuck no way is she wearing that underwear’. Junhong speedily made his way to you, his long legs allowing him to catch up with you in no time. You said nothing when he fell in step with you, staring straight ahead and hoping your cap shaded your still reddened cheeks. Junhong pouted, thinking you were mad. “baby~” He whined shaking his arms side to side, long limbs looking ridiculous. “Don’t be mad, you know what you do to me.” He pouted and brought out the puppy eyes, bending to get closer to your face. Your eyes widen, hand coming up to quickly push his face away and avoid him, scared he would see your flushed state. “It’s fine.” ‘Fuck, my throat feels dry.’

Junhong gave you a sceptical look. “It doesn’t seem like that to me... You still seem ma-” “ICE CREAM!” You blurt, wanting to avoid this painful conversation. Junhong stares at you, frowning slightly. “I’m hot so.. let’s get ice cream.” You take a hold of his hand, dragging him toward the ice cream parlour. ‘Maybe that will help to cool me down...’

There were quiet a few ice cream parlours in the centre, but you always preferred the ones outside, overlooking the river. You and Junhong entered the centre, relieved at the air conditioning fanning your skin; you still somehow felt hot though. Going up the escalator till you reached the forth floor, you headed toward the outer stores, walking till you reached the ice cream parlour. The inside was busy, no doubt people wanted to escape the heat. but outside had only a few people. 

“Hello and welcome to Kee-kreams. We are offering a 5% discount to people who sit outside, we know it’s hot, but we really appreciate your interest in our store.” A cute girl with chubby cheeks recited and you wondered how many times the poor thing had to repeat the line. Junhong told her that’s fine and the two of you followed her out onto the balcony. “Is this seat okay?” She asked leading you over to the far corner, a table by the tall glass to give you a view. You nodded enthusiastically. “Perfect.” “Great! here’s your menu, just press this when you’re ready to order.” You thanked her, taking a seat and looking out into the distance at the sun making the water glisten. 

“Shall we get something to share?” You turned to Junhong, having forgot his earlier comment and smile. “Sure!” Junhong had picked something tasty in no time and made the order shortly after. While you both waited, Junhong held your hand from across the table, absentmindedly stroking your knuckles as you both small talked. “Wait? So Himchan kissed Jongup? but he reckons it was an accident?” You say in disbelief. Junhong laughed, nodding his head furiously. “How can you accidentally kiss someone playing blind mice? He reckons he “Fell” on his lips.” You laugh, snorting to reply, “Please, Channie’s thirst for Uppie is too painfully blatant.”

“Orders up!” You both turn your head to the cheerful girl who seated you, hand detaching from Junhong’s as she places your shared dessert on the table. “Hope you enjoy!” You’re already licking your lips; mountains of ice cream, tons of chocolate sauce, wafers and cherries, what more could you want?

You were about to reach for the spoon, but Junhong grabbed both of them before you. He cheesily grinned. “Let me feed you baby!” You roll your eyes, “Really Junhong? Give me the spoon.” You try reaching, but his freakishly long arms pull back behind him. “C’mon shithead! I really want it so gimmeeeeee!” Now you were whining. Like a child. ‘Fucking Choi Junhong you’re rubbing off on me’  You huff. “Fine.”

And that’s how you eat for the next few minutes. Junhong swapping between feeding himself and feeding you. Him, purposely you’re sure, allowing cream to drip down the sides of your lips. “Ah!” You squeak in shock feeling ice cold substance fall to your chest. “Shit baby sorry.” Junhong says, rushing out of his seat to go next to you. Grabbing a tissue he begins to wipe your chest. “Ah,” He says with a concerned frown. “You’re going to be sticky now.” You gasp in absolute shock when Junhong nears his mouth to your chest and licks at the sticky spot, tongue lapping before his lips press to your skin. “Jun! What the fuck” He sits up, blinking innocently. “I think it’s okay now baby.

“Hmm I never knew the ice cream here was so good!” Your eyes squint in suspicion. You’ve both been here enough times and he sound’s way too happy right now. “Have some more.” His actions are so cute, you don’t have time to register the ice cream being swiped on your cheek. His tongue is burning hot against the ice cold treat and you feel yourself tense up. Again, he’s slowed your brain, made you into mush so when he dumps more ice cream - this time on your chin -you don’t have time to reprimand him then either. But, you also can’t help the little whimper that leaves your mouth when you feel how his tongue moves to lap at the cream.

“So good.”He groans when he licks at your neck this time. You look around, some people have left the outside, others having their backs to you give or take a couple of people and you can’t really see your table that well from the inside. Still, if someone saw... “Junhong.” Your voice is shaky; your firm and snarky voice barely stable a you feel Junhong place the cream lower, this time beneath your collarbones. His lips come to your ear. “Don’t think of stopping me baby. I saw those panties,” He giggled. Even in situation’s like these he was so casual about it, like it didn’t affect him, But the way he would rock into your body, you know it affected him. “You’re lucky I didn’t push you onto this table and fuck you baby. I was so tempted too, because I know how much you would scream and beg, God, I know how you would beg even if everyone could hear you. But, fortunately for you, I don’t want to be banned from this place, so we’re going to do this. Okay?” It wasn’t really a question and you didn’t dispute as he got more cream, splaying it over your chest to lap up. 

Junhong brought a hand up to roughly squeeze your clothed breast; hastily shoving his hand down your top to expose your breast. You whimpered, eyes looking around. Your cheeks were permanently stained red and you knew there was no chance that you would be able to cool down now. not when his tongue was steadily heating you from the inside out. You hiss when the cream is messily placed on your breast, trailing toward your stiffening nipple. Your knee hits the table when Junhong’s teeth bite your nipple and pull. “Fuck!” You try and shift more into Junhong’s face, feeling so exposed yet so turned on. Junhong sucks on your breast, hard and rough, his spit leaving you glistening. 

Junhong is usually patient; maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the delicious, maybe it’s those damn undies he know’s your wearing now, but his patience is gone. He can’t trail down your body anymore, he want’s his treat now. Your thighs are slapped apart and then he’s cupping your pussy, feeling how hot and wet you are. “I want to eat you out so bad baby. With that ice cream messily dripping down your wet pussy. I know you love my tongue too, don’t you baby?” His voice is strained, soft voice fading into a deep and needy tone that has you bucking against his hand. 

He rubs you quickly, your panties causing a lovely friction on your clit that has your legs spreading more. “How many time’s have I ruined you in these panties baby?” Your panting by now and can barely focus, your mind on alert, but your body begging for more. “Ruin me again.” You whimper. Your hand reaches for the cream, swiping and then looking Junhong in the eyes as you stick your fingers in your mouth, sucking hard. When you’ve released them from your mouth, you crash your lips to Junhong’s, a messy kiss that has teeth clashing and tongues bringing lewd noises, dribble messing the both of you.

You didn’t realise, but nearly scream in Junhong’s mouth when his hand shoves itself down your panties and find your hole, a finger quickly slipping in. “God, I swear you’re the devil.” Junhong says breathlessly, head in your hair as he works another finger into your wet pussy, clenching desperately around him. “I- umph, I could sa-ay the same...ooo.. about you” Your pussy is embarrassingly wet. Junhong’s fingers squelching in and out of you. Your thighs clamp around his fingers and your hip’s buck as your body is just about to fall on the edge. “Nope.” And the fingers are gone. 

“No,” You whine, even stamping your feet. “You can’t fucking, put it back now!” Junhong chuckles, tasting his fingers. “Lift that cute little butt baby.” Confused you do. Junhong shuffles till he’s manoeuvred himself beneath you. “Jun, no we will defin-” “The only way we’re going to be caught is if you can’t get your mouth shut. Hey, baby, eat the ice cream it’s melting.” His fingers dig into your hips when he rolls his crotch up onto your sensitive pussy. “Now.” He growls. With a shaky hand you reach for the spoon, but not before tucking your breast away. The waitress from earlier is showing some more people to tables outside and as you slide the spoon into your mouth, you make eye contact. You can see she’s a tad confused, I mean why would you be sitting on your boyfriend’s lap... But she smiles and turns away, just as Junhong has pulled himself out and is stroking his tip on your wetness. 

You stuff more ice cream in your mouth when you feel him dropping you slowly onto him. Your moans are muffled around the quickly melting cream and you feel like crying, frustrated both by him and by the fact that you can’t make a noise. “Wow! So you can keep quiet?” He teases, enjoying the way you shovel ice cream into your mouth. Once you’re settled on his dick, Junhong moves his hips, slow releases of pleasure working your body. You just want him to hurry, on edge that someone will see, but also wanting to finally cum. 

Junhong moves your hips a bit more roughly, trying to be discreet in your movements. Your dripping all over him and the noises your pussy makes as it swallows him as him groaning. His hand pushes your lower back till your slightly raised, leaning just enough on the table to look casual. “Just like that baby.” And then your crying around a spoon. His hips pistoned up into you, your arse cheeks rippling with the power of his thrusts. You try swallowing your cries, praying to God that no one can hear you from across the balcony. ‘Oh my God, can anyone from downstairs see you through the glass?’ “C’mon baby,” Junhong groans behind you and fuck, his voice is turning you on, “I can feel your little pussy wants to cum, so cum.” Your body spasms so much, that Junhong has to hold you to keep the attention of others turning to you. Your head lowers, thankful for your cap that can hopefully block the expression on your face as the pleasure slowly dies within you. 

Junhong pulls you off of him, settling your dazed self into a seat beside him as he finishes himself off into a napkin. “That’s disgusting.” You weakly say. He grins. “I’d rather cum in your mouth, but I think it would definitely look suspicious if you’re under the table huh baby?

[cheritzbullshitz]

Dandelion Head-Cannons: Playing horror games w/you

It looks like people are starting to come back to this fandom a little bit, huh? :D

idea from an adorable-ass mystic messenger post. I would link it if I remembered who made it

also I thought of Until Dawn when writing this but any scary game with some sort of plot-line you like will probably(?) work

also also this headcannon (my first one!) has the dandelion gang written in it, but I might add the wizard and maybe Heejung(?) here if anyone wants me to enough idrk

Enjoy! :D

Jiwoo:

-Jiwoo was reading some shitty romance novel in Heejung’s room when he heard you scream

-omg wERE YOU OKAY?

-he chucked his book across the room and ran out to see

-he ran back to pick up his book, save his page, and then ran back out the room

-saw you sitting on the couch with all the lights off and gripping the controller like a madman

-oh

-”How dARE YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT, (NAME)!”

-”What are you even playing that made you scream like that?”

-you explained what you’re playing and he practically had sparkles in his eyes when he said “Pshh! Give me the controller. Your strong boyfriend can handle this way better than you.”

-he can’t

-when the first jumpscare came up, his ears stood straight up on end it’s so cute omfg. He screamed louder than you probably ever could, dropping the controller and reaching for the closest thing around him to wrap his arms around for protection, which was you

-you wrapped an arm around him too, patting his back, and teased him with a big ol’ smirk the one he fucking hated so much

-”My strong boyfriend can handle this way better than me, huh?”

-he threw your hand off his back and launched back out of your arms with a light tinge of red on his face, shouting “SH-SHUT UP!”

-it’s so cute

-you offer to take the controller but he’s just...

-he externally ain’t having any of that, even though internally he desperately wants to shove it into your hands, turn into a rabbit, and cower into the couch cushions

-after awhile, you just give up asking even though he really doesn’t want you to

-when he ends up accidentally killing his favourite character, he gets so sad and frustrated

-he literally screamed “NO!” at the top of his lungs

-he was even tearing up poor bby

-you decide he’s had enough

-you turn off the game, turn on the lights (without any complaints from him) and spend the rest of the evening comforting him

-he fought you at first, but once you’ve fought back enough, he kinda just gave in to your love

-you end up rubbing his back with his head in your lap, telling him everything’s okay

-”Everything is NOT OKAY, (NAME).”

-he appreciates it a lot, but he definitely won’t be telling you that

Jisoo:

-he and you are cuddling on the couch together, watching Gordon Lambsy yell at some chefs

-Jisoo doesn’t give a shit about the people and is just staring at all the food all googly-eyed

-you, out of boredom, asked whether he wanted to play this horror game with you

-he never played one before, but playing games with you were always fun (or in the case of rage-games, always an experience at least) so he’s like hell yeah, even though he doesn’t entirely know what a horror game is

-before you guys started playing, you got up and hit the lights, which made him raise an eyebrow but he didn’t really bother to ask you

-you started the game and oh boi

-he understood why they were called horror games real quick

-he jumped every time there was a jumpscare and even screamed once but quickly covered it up with some noise he thought was manly enough

-it sounded like “AAAAAAAAAAaaargh! Ugh! Ahem!”

-you were fucking laughing so hard oml

-you teased him about it and he was like “Hey! A-at least I’m coping better than you!” his voiced cracked really badly too but you were already laughing so you couldn’t say anything

-you guys kept playing but he really wasn’t complaining at all. Every time something spooky started happening he got the opportunity to be your knight in shining armour (aka. he’d wrap an arm around your torso, and when you got really scared, he’d nuzzle his face into your neck) and when you got jumpscared you clung to him tightly like him to you most of the time

-he had fun with you, as he always did

Jiyeon:

-Jiyeon found this horror game he wanted to play with you

-”(Name), you have to play this with me! I wanted to play it by myself, but I was just too scared~!” He whined to you adorably, tears in his eyes.

-yeah right, Jiyeon. He’s just using this as an excuse to snuggle you and he knows it.

-you, of course, agreed

-because he kept on lying telling you how scared he was, you took control over the controller

-this boy was making it real hard for you to play, because throughout your whole playthrough, he was just all over you

-every time anything remotely spooky happened, he’d just take the opportunity to shove his face into any and every part he could

-your face, your stomach, once even your boobs

-you were just like “Yeah, you’re not that innocent. Get outta there.” and pulled him out, meanwhile he’s just trying not to laugh and keep up his wholesome cutie-pie facade.

-“Huh? What are-*snerk* you t...ta-*giggle* talking about, (Name)?”

-eventually, he shoved his faced into your crotch ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-he didn’t stop there though he’s Jiyeon. Do you really think he would?

-he started nuzzling it over and over, not directing any attention away from it speaking of attention this boi rn

-”Jiyeon, what are you doing?”

-”What do you mean?” he cooed, looking up at you with big, doe eyes and giving a questioning expression

-”Oh, drop the act. I think you know.”

-he had this devious little smirk on when he flirted ”Is that true?”

-long story short, you both kinda forgot about the game and had fun “entertaining” one another ( ͡0 ͜ʖ ͡0) lol I’m not sorry

Jihae:

-Jihae was in the kitchen cooking something when suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and hug him from behind

-”Guess who?” you chirped gleefully

-he knew who it was long before you said anything

-he smiled softly, interlacing the pair of hands with his own

-”I have a good guess.”

-”Well~? Guess!”

-”Oh, alright then. I’m guessing they have a wonderful smile, eyes I could get lost in, the ability to light up my life like never before, and are the love of my life. Am I correct?”  this adorable bastard is fucking gonna give me cavities from how sweet he is oml it hurts

-you turned him around and gave him a kiss on the cheek *if you’re normal-sized you’d probably have to jump in order to kiss him, and if your short, you’d jump up and hook your arms around their neck, forcing them to bend over when you hit the ground enough for you to kiss them - Jihae’s tall af*

-”Wanna be my backseat gamer? I’m gonna start playing a game.”

-”Uhh...” He glanced over at what he was cooking. He’d loved to hang out with you, but he didn’t want what he was making to burn. “Of course, my love, (yes, I know he calls you “my lady” in the game, but I wanna make this gender-neutral as possible, okay? If you actually have a problem with it, just read it as your name idk) but I may not be able to play with you for long.”

-he turned down the stove to its lowest heat before going with you

-once you started the game up, he was rather intrigued by the story, but he just couldn’t get his mind off his possibly burning food

-that is, until you started to get scared

-mama bird/papa bunny mode: activated

-absolutely every last drop of attention was shifted from his food to you

-immediately grabs your hand to comfort you

-”Oh my goodness (Name), are you alright? What happened? Why are you so afraid?”

-you tell him it’s the game but before you can tell why you’re playing it...

-”Oh, my love, we don’t have to play this game at all if you wish. I don’t care if I’m having fun with the game, if you start feeling in any way uncomfortable, especially scared, I can turn it off immediately. My love, I apologize deeply for not noticing any sooner. I should have been paying more attention to you. Here, allow me to turn off the-”

-”W-wait, I didn’t save!”

-Jihae, Jihae, Jihae. I love you, but boy need some CHILL. He’s too fucking sweet.

-you explained to him what you’re playing and why you want to play it despite it being scary, and he’s still just so worried

-”Alright, but please know that I can turn it off for you at literally any time you wish. If you feel like it’s too scary for you to handle, or you think that you might end up having a nightmare later tonight, at any moment in time-”

-”Jihae.”

-”...Yes?”

-you gave this big boy a reassuring squeeze of his hand, showing him how much you appreciated his caring nature god, would he be such a good dad

-”It’s fine, okay?”

-”...Okay.”

-from then on, he didn’t ask you again if you wanted him to turn it off, but he didn’t leave your side while watched you play, for moral support of course.

-if anything remotely scary happened in the game, he’d wrap both arms around you

-when something actually scared you, he’d be there to play with your hair and whisper to you over and over “It’s okay. It’s alright, my love.”

-once, you got scared so badly you hid yourself in his hair

-he was blushing so hard it was so cute to him

-alas, all good things come to an end

-out of the blue, you both smelt something strange in the air

-before you could ask him if he knew what it could be, he jumped up and shouted “YOUR FOOD!” and dashed out of the room with lightning speed

-your food…?

-oh no

-he was cooking before

-you dashed out the room and into the kitchen to see Jihae panicking over the small kitchen fire over the stove

-you joined in on the panicking and scrambled to put out the fire along with him

-he turned off the stove cautiously as you filled up a nearby pot with water

-you dumped the water onto the fire, putting it out almost instantly

-Jihae had this look on his face that just seemed so...sad. Sorry, and sad. It hurt your heart to look at it

-”(Name), I am so very sorry about this.” He sighed. “This was supposed to be (your favourite food), but alas, due to my ignorance, not only has your food literally gone up in flames, I endangered your life in the process. I can only ask for your condolences for to my actions.”

-bby Jihae it was a tiny flame that was literally smaller than your hand. It’s 100% fine.

-You smiled at him. He was gonna surprise you with your favourite food

-”Jihae, don’t get so hung-up about it. I love just the fact that you would go out of your way to do anything for me, even if I don’t end up eating it at all.”

-you give him a big ol’ hug and he’s sincerely happy he got to be with someone as loving and forgiving as you

Adult! Jieun:

-oh god I haven’t played seen his route in awhile. Jieun fans please be merciful on thee (>~<)

-you had just finished chopping up some apple slices for him, all with the skin peeled off, just the way he liked it

-when you walked up to him with a plate of apples, his eyes lit up like stars in a forest’s night sky

-this precious son of a bitch

-you took the opportunity to do something a cute couple would do and offered to feed him

-”If it makes you happy, you do not need my permission.”

-”Say ‘ah’, Jieun.”

-”Oh woah, Jieun. Slow down, heheh.”

-”OH MY GOD, JIEUN SLOW THE HELL DOWN JESUS CHRIST I CAN’T KEEP UP.”

-...well then.

-that was supposed to be cute, but it turned out to be exhausting

-hmm

-you still wanted to do something relationship-y with him though, because that didn’t really count

-ummm

-oh! A horror game could work! You guys could end up snuggling together (out of fear, but still)

-”Jieun, you wanna watch me play a game? It’ll be fun~.”

-”Yes. Spending time with you is often fun.”

-aw

-you started the game up and motioned for Jieun to sit closely next to you

-he did

-you wrapped your arm around his waist and started playing

-”Oh…” Jieun sheepishly murmured

-”This is...nice, (Name).” He shyly cooed, blushing slightly and shuffling a little closer to you

-once the lights were off and the game started getting eerie, he and you both got afraid.

-when the first actual scare came up, he jumped and gasped slightly, his rabbit ears standing straight up he’s so cute, you guys

-you got scared too, and he asked you why you might play something like this if you get scared while playing it

-you tried to explain to him how getting scared was strangely kinda fun and also gave you the opportunity to cuddle him

-”I don’t understand how being scared could be fun, but if you enjoy it…”

-he kept on getting scared, so you held him closer to you, and he wrapped himself around you in return, but he still was getting really spooked

-so you paused the game, stood up, left the room he was terrified at the thought of you leaving, so you had to convince him you’d be as fast as possible, and eventually he let you go, but not without the lights turned on for him, grabbed a big blanket, dragged it back to the room, to see Jieun cowering into the couch cushions, covering his eyes with his bunny ears. Poor bby Jieun! and wrapped yourselves in its warmth

-he immediately calmed down

-when it was combined with your arm back around his waist, he actually passed out on your shoulder

-you practically had a heart attack it was so cute

-you decided to join him in his nap

-you laid Jieun down and spooned with him, him being the little spoon

-despite just playing a horror game, with him in your arms, you fell asleep relatively easy