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absolutely gorge.
for a person who's been kind of drifted off from cool movies their whole life and is like, learning how to find things to watch that isn't centered at youths
(two of my most fave shows are steven universe and shera spop (and also russian doll, good omens and the boys but i haven't finished those yet so they don't count),
and has the task of recommending cool-fish whimsical weirdo movies and creations to a newly formed norm critical film group that me and a buncha disabled nerds are watching at our non-work-cause-we-cant-work-cause-we-v-disabled-workplace... :
does anyone have any recommendations on where to find films like this, or films to discuss, in such a group? or recommendations for specific films or media
(especially the watchable kind - one one can put on an old projector that's kinda shitty because we have not gotten the funding from our workplace (that's not actually a workplace, the corpos and govvies just want us to call it that. a lot of us going there call it dagis tho (informal slang for kindergarten)) to really gust this shit up yet)!
we are a bunch of funky polyminority queers and blooming cis+ers who all are into weird shit. but they (and me aswell, to a certain level, its just i know more than many of them on things like these) have not yet unlocked our potential for weird and norm critical/aware fully.
i think if this group goes well, we can motherfucker unlimited a Whole lot of people, honestly.
so yes, i am looking to make these all fuckers bloom out even more.
here are some movies i am going to suggest to our viewing, so you may know what we already got ahead:
- but i'm a cheerleader!
- everything everywhere at the end of time
- John waters movies and medias, esp those with divine (but i have not seen any yet, so if any of you have specific recs i would Love them)
- epsilon (i think?) - this one swedish short film that was a part of the yearly swedish film festival sometime between 2015-2020 that i can Not for the life of me find any even trace of online.
pretty sure it was called epsilon and it was about a brain that was being used in science experiments, that didn't realize it was just a brain, and a psychic one at that -
and the owner of the brain had donated it to science and had written away the right to have the ability to take away consent after they (the swedish scientist institute) had acquired the brain.
so they (the scientists) keep deleting its memory every time it gets 'too feisty' (tries to escape or attack the people abusing it for science).
it had one kind of notable swedish white older woman actor in it, but i can Not find her through imdb searches as i do not remember her or any works she has done. i tried searching through old women actors there but could Not.
- liv strömquist tÀnker pÄ dig!
i am having hard time finding it online.
there was a recording made by SVT (Sveriges Television) of this Swedish theatre divising production, which is based on Liv Strömquist's feminist tragicomedy comic book also called Liv Strömquist TÀnker PÄ Dig! (Liv Strömquist Is Thinking About You!) - and i went to it live aswell Two times - and it was amazing, and i even got a script from (i think it was, retroactively) the director herself as i showed my huge nerdiness about it - and i foolishly never saved my own RIP of the recording of it!!)
- clue (tim curry etc version)
- derry girls (a few eps?)
we have watched, so far:
- dating amber (nice, we watched it in two parts. the first 3 meetings we had to setup the tech thing and the weird room we borrowed from the nearby building, dirty dusty room that was part of some old nearly empty office buildings, that was like a time capsule from the 70s. really funny to explore, super abandoned vibes and like it was left in a hurry with crap thrown places and sensitive documents, and broken and Untaken care of.
an old drink-yoghurt bottle that they stopped making like nearly 10 years ago stood in the projection hall that with old ass dusty ass tech sat. we nerded out REAL HARD y'all. also seems haunted by the past. also one time we heard a weird sound, and one of the friends there gathered it was an elevator alarm, cause she knows the sound as she lived in places with bad elavtors. and i was like. we should probably look to see if anyvody needs our help, but where tf is that elevator even, because it wasn't the regular elevators we use? so we find the elevator (in a room we didn't realize was there because we had explored it before and not seen that whole part.) and we pressed the button to see if it would help. and after a pretty long time (for an elevator, but not too long if it was a broken elevator) the elevator moved to our floor and there was a man there looking really confused. the door was bolted so we would have to unbolt it to open it. He didn't really say anything at first even after I said hey, so I asked 'are you okay? do you need help' and he was like 'no i am not okay, i am stuck in here, but there's people down there who are saying they can help me' so he went down and after he started going I was like. okay we'll press it again and if he's still in there we have unbolted the door so he can get out. but when we pressed it back he was gone.
anyway one of the friends got real scared and spooked out by that whole ordeal and honestly the place to begin with haha. but she was the one who showed up the next time to watch the second part of dating amber, and me (apart from our coach) , cause the other two were sickomoding.)
and are gonna watch:
- rocky horror picture show, next monday!
we are going eat snacks and dress extra camp for it, cause we wanted to also have it more like a viewing of the original cult movie watchings, and like some places still do?
yanno with the singing along and the throwing popcorn and that kinda hullabaloo?
but we just didn't have time to prepare all that for this one (we are all burnt out/are recovering, even our coach/leader is lol). so this is our pre!
oh yea this is a huge long comment where i just kinda had time to write down all this for the first time! longer than i anticipated, but i am gonna let myself be long for this one.
Woman of the Seventies
#love hilariously bad horror where the chars also get to slay cunt.#krockat krockar#(i am putting my main posting tag here cause i did cunttribute w my comm. i don't remember what my commenting tag is sryyy)#movies#cult movies#horror movies#call to action for the movie nerds queering it up to hmu here or in dms or wherever#this certain flavor of Long Ass comments is a bit unhinged of me perhaps. but i do think i can hit a target audience perhaps on this one.#i think honestly... i am gonna pin this lmao#fuck it. why not#hmu!!#oh yea as i sat writing this down.. the thought did pop up for me like. what if that guy was a ghost lol#kinda ghost coded tbf#anyway. it can be whatever it is. he acted like a ghost and i hope he gets well. that he can touch the world and get help and live a little#ask for help when you're literally stuck in an elevator and blared the Help Me alarm. Just because a group of cunty queers show up-#dodnt mean you gotta be afraid to ask. it was the cunty queers who did not know you at all that also showed up. and also those workers#downstairs that got u out. ur gonna be okay. ask for help and take it.#edit:i am trying to put in a readmore. but it refuses to put the readmore where I want it to put a readmore.#it is putting readmores different places different times. like. Girlieee - I am Trying Girrlieeee#but also. so sorry to those who want to look at my blog. now this post is pinned at the top and. i can not get my readmore where i want it#and each time I try to put a readmore it puts it later and later in the post. so Sorry - but This is how it's going to be.#considering i am the most avid looker on my own blog. it's gonna hit me the hardest#but that is the length i am willing to go to rn at the chance of queer film recs and community.#do hit me up on anon or @ me or whatever if anyone thinks its too much a bother. i will take it into my calculations#tumblr doesn't just have beef with me. it has bugs. the future protein they said. and it's all gushed into my gullet. SURE i say.#I Will Hold Your Burdens i say to my beloved tumblr. crumbling at the seams in discrete ways only visible to me and a few others (supposedly#. probably) who have met these rare bugs. but i shall carry her. i have been on tumblr for more then 10 years and I defend her. and i think#she's super funny and weird and creative and Creatively weird - and just really astonishingly weird sometimes. and i shall stand here and#take all the ricochets of her being. i shall. and i will. and i will continue to penetrate the 5k following limit til the end of time -#if she allows me.
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A somewhat small special chapter of âFinding shapes in the cloudsâ
(This mainly will just revolve around Yuichiro and (Y/N)
(Y/N)âs phone suddenly vibrated, which she promptly checked and saw a message from Mari.
Football-Mari: Hey!!!! I left my notebooks at Muiâs place. I heard ur going there to hang out with Yuichiro so could u fetch it for me and hand it to me later when u go home or smthing?? (ă„ ââżâ )ă„
Football-Mari: I wouldve done it myself but my sister needs some help for her bakery (ïœĄâąÌïžżâąÌïœĄ)
Shrugging off her shoulders, the (H/C) girl agreed and heads out of her home to visit the Tokito estate.
After arriving there, she rang the doorbell and soon the door swung open, revealing Yuichiro, who was waiting for her.
âHey, (Y/N).â He greeted his best friend, inviting her in the house. She would also greet back, putting her shoes outside before heading inside.
âI gotta fetch something upstairs, so just wait here before we play the game.â The ravenette said, before he went upstairs. The (E/C) girl nodded.
âYeah, I can wait.â
She sits idly at the couch at the living room, waiting for her friend to head back downstairs so they could play the video game.
Her eyes gaze around the room until she noticed a few notebooks laying around the coffee table.
âOh right-â She remembered that Mari asked her to fetch her notebooks and give it to her later on. It nearly slipped from her mind.
(Y/N) would grab the three notebooks all at once with one hand, which ended up with one of the notebooks slipping off of her hands and fell to the floor, the contents of it exposed as it opened by itself.
âWhoops.â (Y/N) muttered before bending down and was about to pick it up and close it, but then noticing the contents in one of the pages of the notebooks.
âWha- What theâŠ-â The (H/C) girlâs face scrunched as she grabbed the notebook and took a closer look at it. She takes a moment to slowly read a page and each passing second, she half heartedly felt the need to cringe.
What Mari exactly wrote was a romance fic. And the characters seem to be based on both Mari, herself and Muichiro⊠The way she wrote it was enough for (Y/N) to want to get rid of the whole book, itself. She notices that despite the contents of the notebook, she labeled it as notes for school, which probably meant this was meant to be a secret.
She was so focused on the page, rereading it over and over that she didnât notice Yuichiro coming back and calling for her.
A flick on her forehead was enough to snap her back to reality.
âHey, (Y/N)! Iâve got the game ready. So letâsââ As his mint-green eyes drifted to the notebook and itâs contents, his words were cut off. Shortly after, he quickly shifted and took a closer look of the page. His expression now similar to the (H/C) girlâŠ
âIsnât that Mariâs writingâŠ?â
âYeah⊠Itâs hersâŠâ
After a few moments of silence, Yuichiro combusted into laughter, startling his friend a bit.
âSHE WROTE THAT??! And I thought she wasnât gonna get any worse but yet here we are!â He exclaimed, turning into a laughing mess. With Yuichiroâs laughter being contagious to (Y/N), she couldnât help but laugh too.
The two continued to laugh for a good minute, then it died down, with a few occasional giggles.
âOkay, but that was⊠The way she wrote it was just so cheesyâŠ!â
ââŠHonestly, I canât disagreeâŠâ
Extras⊠Which is incredibly short:
âHey, Mui⊠Whatâs up with (Y/N) and your brother? Theyâve been looking at me pretty weirdly, lately.â The familiar brunette asked Muichiro while the two were walking after school. The boy just shrugged his shoulders.
âI donât know eitherâŠâ He responded, mumbling. He also noticed their strange behavior, but never knew the reasoning behind it.
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bestie if u did a headcanon on rooster taking care of u drunk i would die omg (also featuring him being a little buzzed wouldnt hurt ur seriously amazing at writing & piercing characters) <3
omg dear anon bless you, thank you so much for letting me know!! that means so much to me to hear đ„čđ
of course! ask and you shall receive! âš
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Similiar to Hangman, I can imagine both of you getting a little drunk together sometimes and then just giggling about the dumbest stuff. He has a million and one stories from when he was younger that always make you cry with laughter and heâs just got this knack for story telling.
You wouldnât even be out, itâs just a Wednesday night during a rare week you both have off together. Heâs cooked you your favorite meal and now youâre sat outside on your porch drinking beer and wine.
You were having the wine and it hit you a little bit harder than the beer Rooster was having, snorting when you look at him and say, âIâm definitely drunk.â He just smiles back at you and gives your hand a little pat, âgood baby. Itâs good to just enjoy it like this sometimes.â
âIâm gonna go get another bottle. Want another beer?â He agrees and you stand up to go inside, making another comment about how it always hits you when you get up for the first time.
But we all know, it hits you like a freight train when you go to the toilet. Bottle of wine and beer in hand, it slips from your grasp as you leave the bathroom, both smashing over the floor. Rooster hears it in an instant and comes running inside, worried youâve hurt yourself.
Your hand is clasped over your mouth trying to hold back your laughter and when Rooster sees youâre unscathed and it was just the bottles, he lets out a snort. âCome on, baby. Lets get you into bed.â
âBut the glass!â You whine out, feeling a little bit guilty now. âItâs okay, Iâll clear it up. Come here, darling.â
He holds out his hand to help you step over. âRoos!â You protest again, pouting your bottom lip.
âItâs fine, baby! I promise. I just want you safe and tucked up.â He takes your hand and then flips you up onto his shoulder quicker than you can really process, the alcohol inhabiting your senses.
He gives your ass a smack as he runs up the stairs holding you over his shoulder, hearing your little giggles and squeals.
Heâll help you get undressed, brush your teeth and get you into bed with a glass of water by your bedside table. Mind you, stumbling a bit himself making it all the more funnier to you.
The whole time youâre blabbering how much you love him and how heâs the best boyfriend in the whole entire world.
Heâs beaming from ear to ear, and when he tells you heâs gonna make you his wife one day, you get all soppy and mushy.
âDonât go back downstairs, come here.â You flip back the duvet to show off your naked frame. He groans and throws his head back, admitting defeat.
âFuck it. It can wait until tomorrow.â
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hi! can you do one where draco and the reader are married (donât make them old please make them like the married rich pretty milf and dilf couple), and they have a daughter. anyway, draco is out because of work/something else (itâs up to u) and the reader is with their daughter and they get into a small fight and the daughter says something really bad/hurtful to the reader (her mother) and the reader like gets sad (make it bad so it can be dramaticđ) and when draco gets home he finds the reader like crying (smoking too bc a milf smoking is hot but if you donât want to add it itâs fine) and yeah basically the rest is up to you :)) ily hope ur well and fine. <3
CIGARETTES & INSECURITIES | D.M
thank you hoe @selenesheart for helping me with the title ily
warnings: anxiety, lowkey panic attack, insecurities of being a bad mother, mean child, smoking, angst w a happy ending
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dracoâs hurried steps were heard echoing across the hallway as he rapidly made his way downstairs, cussing his boss out under his breath for calling him on a fucking Sunday. the same sunday he was about to spend basking in the love of his wife and child, all expectations now turned to mush.
âiâm sorry i have to go, my love. call me if you need anything, okay?â spoke draco, tone soft as he held your face in his hands, giving you one last sad smile before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.
you gave him a feeble nod in response with a reassuring smile, watching him storm off in long strides, still swearing in hushed whispers and with a flick of his wand, he was gone.
you instantly took notice of how intense the atmosphere got around the manor- almost scary. deadly quiet with your four-year-old toddler still asleep and big curtains blocking any sunlight from coming in.
it almost caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as if the universe was already warning you of the day you were gonna have to deal with today.
maybe the first bad thing to happen today was being woken up by dracoâs phone going off like crazy with calls of his boss and endless text messages of his colleagues.
it didnât matter though, you had other things to worry about. your toddler was already walking down the stairs with a sleepy stare as she made her way to you, immediately taking notice of how there was no trace of draco, and looking around for any signs of her father.
âhi thereâ you greeted, giving her a sympathetic smile when she asked for draco, her small body already wrapped around your torso. a small sigh with a brief explanation of a work emergency was given to her. her sour mood amplifying a tenfold for every word that left your mouth.
she stayed quiet for a moment, and just as you started beaming at the thought of calming a daddyâs girl- she sobbed heavily in your ear, clinging hard to you but still screaming for draco.
a grimace found its way to your face along with a sorrowful expression as you shushed her down, tracing your fingers down her spine; a small trick you always did to relax her in days like this.
her sobs quieted down but she still cried silently in your shoulder, hot tears rolling down her face that had you questioning whether you should call your husband or not, the thought accompanying the insecurity of being a terrible mother who can barely keep her child tranquil.
after a few minutes of letting her pour all her emotions out, you made a path to the kitchen and sat her down on the barstool, wiping her tears away as she huffed in what seemed to be an angry expression.
âwould you like some breakfast, baby?â you spoke, tone soft and slow as to not aggravate the situation.
âi want daddyâ
âheâs- heâs not here right nowâ you tried to reason, watching as she took a deep breath but said nothing.
you turned around to head for the stove. but your ears caught a small murmur of âyouâre the worstâ coming from none other than your daughter.
a thunder-struck look adorned your face, blinking back the tears that found their way to your waterline.
ever since you found out you were pregnant, the anxiousness of being a not good enough mom had filled you in seconds, thinking of the worst scenarios possible throughout the pregnancy. draco was always there to ease your nerves a bit, yet, never quite pushing them away completely.
and jesus- did that simple three-word sentence stung painfully at your heart.
you stayed frozen in place for a few moments before taking a deep breath and quickly collecting yourself, continuing your errands around the kitchen as you made an effort to ignore the way your hands became clammy and heartstrings were pulled harshly in your chest.
the rest of the day went painfully slow, your daughter completely ignoring you and just curling up on the couch or playing in her room, always slamming the door in your face whenever you attempted to talk to her. your back also aching from having to do all house chores by yourself. every once in a while getting a text message from draco, rushed typos of âi love youâ and âiâm gonna be there soonâ.
ââ
the clock read 6:07 P.M and you held the cigarette to your lips with shaky fingers, tears blurring your vision as all the frustration from today came crashing down at once.
sobs rocked through your body as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out past your nostrils. warm, thick tears not coming to a halt even once.
your cries muffled every sound around you. not taking notice of draco who was now frantically searching for you, already finding your daughter safe and asleep on the couch. yet you were nowhere to be found.
it took one look at the cigarette package on the dining table for draco to locate you. he knew about your anxiety and how bad it got when triggered.
his heart ached and fists clenched at his side as he turned to his baby girl, snuggling her deeper into the thick fluffy blanket before making his way to the porch where you sat with a hand to your sternum, big clouds of smoke fogging the air around you.
âoh, babyâ he sympathized, not giving you time to react as he enveloped you in a big hug, feeling the way your curled your fists on his shirt and sobbed quietly, taking ragged breaths every once in a while.
after a few minutes of taking shallow breaths, you pulled your head back from his chest, just enough to stare at his face, his bright grey eyes running down every feature you had, almost like he was studying it.
âwhat happened today?â he whispered, closing his eyes and connecting his forehead with yours.
you released a breath through your nose and lit off the cigarette on the small table next to you before explaining every small detail from today to draco, a few tears escaping at some points.
once you were done, draco removed his head from yours, pulling back and displaying both of his palms on your cheeks, observing your tear-stained face made him ache with sorrow.
âmy loveâ he started âyou are the worldâs greatest mother to ever exist, a bad day with your child does not define your abilities as a mom. she loves you, we all do. you donât know how fuzzy she gets when youâre not here.â
his words made a small smile crack through your lips, buzzing nerves slowly weighing down after every syllable he spoke.
âwe would all be doomed if it wasnât for you. every parent has a bad day, do not beat yourself up for it, it happens to the best of us.â he finalized, chest swelling with pride once he saw how you were full-on beaming, puckering your lips like a silent sign for a kiss which he gladly provided.
âi love youâ you mumbled against his mouth.
âi love you moreâ he responded.
âââ
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hwayoungâs two now and y/nâs allowed to be emotional about it, okay?
âș genre; ceo!yoongiverse!! a little bit of yoongi and y/n being mushy for each other!! fluff!! cutest drabble for the cutest girl!! jungkook and jimin bickering like an old married couple as per usual!!Â
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âș p.s. this drabble is approximately five months overdue and itâs basically been collecting dust in my drafts so i figured iâd finally release it into the wild since itâs motherâs day today and i thought itâd be nice to read something sweet on this special day!!!! happy motherâs day!!! give ur mom a big ol hug and a kiss on the cheek :-) and if u donât celebrate motherâs day thatâs okay you can still read this for a small boost of serotonin wahoo :DÂ
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âiâd just like to inform you that if it wasnât for the fact that today is hwayoungâs birthday, the idea of having cake as part of breakfast would definitely be off the table.â yoongi pauses before turning his head to look at you pointedly, âin fact, it wouldnât even had made it to the table in the first place.â
âtrust me, youâve made that clear multiple times-â you roll your eyes playfully before offering yoongi a half-hearted shrug, âitâs not a big deal! weâll just give her a tiny little chunk thatâll fit in her tiny little hand and then weâll save the rest for later!â
âyeah, right-â yoongi snorts, making his way over to you to hand you a balloon, âyouâre probably going to sneak an entire slice of cake into her mouth while iâm not watching-â he teases, digging his fingers into your sides playfully before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest, âyou think youâre so sneaky-â
âhey-!â you giggle, squirming in his grip when you feel him starting to nip at the side of your neck, âthis is not a very productive use of our time, boss-â
âhey, you two! are you just going to stand there making out all day or are you actually going to help me with the decorations?â
both you and yoongi peer over the edge to see jimin standing by the bottom of the spiral staircase looking very unimpressed and you flash him a sheepish smileÂ
âweâre not making out-âÂ
âyeah, well you might as well be-â
âweâre helping! weâre almost done tying balloons to the banisters-â you argue, holding the balloon in your hand up before flopping it around enthusiastically, âwe-â you jolt when you accidentally let go of it, watching with wide eyes as it rockets around the ceiling before poot-poot-pooting pathetically and landing on the ground by jiminâs feet
whoops
ââŠyes, thatâs very helpful, thank you.â jimin mutters to himself, shaking his head as he bends down to pick up the sad, spitty balloon up off the ground with a grimace, âwhen youâre done, come down and help me because this balloon arch isnât going to make itself! chop-chop, people-â he claps his hands together as he wanders back to the living room to the half-constructed balloon arch
âyou know, youâd think that hwayoung was his daughter-â yoongi murmurs lowly, twisting his neck to give your cheek a quick kiss before pulling away
âmm, tell me about i-â
âsheâs mine when the two of you drop dead!â
you jump in surprise at the sound of jiminâs voice snapping at you from below and you and yoongi exchange glances before bursting into quiet giggles
âi feel like i should be more concerned that jimin seems to be very eagerly waiting for our deaths.â you joke, reaching for the bag of balloons and pulling out a handful of them
as much as you love your daughter you werenât planning on having a super big birthday party for her just because..,., well, sheâs probably not going to remember most of it considering sheâs two and also itâs just the five of you celebrating at home, so you thought that a cake and a bunch of presents would be good enough of a celebration
of course, when you told jimin about these plans he looked like he was ready to bury you alive which is why he insisted that heâd take care of the food and the drinks and basically the entirety of hwayoungâs birthday party and told you that all you and yoongi had to do was sit back, relax, blow up a couple of balloons and also choose a cute birthday outfit for hwayoung
(jimin actually ended up taking over that part as well. he bought her a new birthday dress and a brand new pair of shoes to go with it.)
âeveryone can relax! the star of the show has now arrived!â
the sound of the front door slamming shut suddenly shatters the silence and you smile lightly when you see jungkook sauntering in as if he owns the place
âgood morning, kook.â you hum, jungkook looking up at you before offering you a lopsided grin, âactually, the star of the show is still fast asleep in her room.â
âoh, right-â jungkook snorts, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist, âi mean, yeah, of course this is hwayoungâs special day- but check it out! i picked up her birthday cake and brought it back here and i didnât accidentally ruin it somehow!â he raises the big blue box in his hand with a beam, âiâm incredible!â
âthat thing looks huge, jungkook!â you frown lightly, âi told you not to go crazy-â
âplease tell me you didnât max out my credit card buying a giant cake for hwayoung.â yoongi chimes in, leaning over and folding his arms atop the banister, âi hope you realise itâs just going to be the three of you having to eat it all-â
âitâs hwayoungâs birthday, i had to splurge! you know that âeverything is cakeâ trend? i ordered a custom cake and asked them to make it look like a giant cookie! but i also ordered a dozen chocolate chip cookies just in case sheâs not into the cake.â jungkook smiles proudly before pausing, ââŠof course, knowing hwayoung, sheâs going to love the cookies and the cake, so iâm not too worried. iâm going to see if i can shove these into the fridge-â
âwhatâs wrong?â yoongi nudges your side to get you to look at him, âyou look like youâre thinking, which is never really a good thing-â
âhwayoungâs two now.â you blink twice before turning to look at yoongi, âsheâs two.â
âyes. youâre very good at keeping track of our daughterâs age.â yoongi coos, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully, âgood job, baby.â
âtwo years old!â you gasp, turning around to lean back against the railing before shaking your head, âmy god, sheâs aged.â
âoh my god, youâre right. the ripe old age of two.â yoongi teases before gasping dramatically and reaching over to grip onto your forearm, âsoon, weâll be thinking about what elementary school to send her off to... and then the next thing you know, weâll be helping her look for her own apartment when sheâs off at university... and then youâll be going wedding dress shopping with h-â
âstOP stop stop stop-â you wave your hands before covering them over your ears, yoongi laughing lightly when you frown at him, âi donât want her to turn two! because that means sheâs going to turn three⊠and then sheâs going to turn four⊠and then five, six, seven, eight-â you pause and your eyes suddenly widen in horror, âsheâs going to be a sixteen year old one day- what if she turns into a bratty sixteen year old?? because i was a really bratty sixteen year old and i donât want her to turn out like me! do you know how hard itâs going to be if she turns into me? i used to sneak home at four in the morning-â
âletâs keep in mind that hwayoung is also my daughter and i was not a bratty sixteen year old,â yoongi interrupts calmly before giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, âsheâs gonna be fine! and you turned out great, so give yourself a little bit of credit-â
âi just want her to stay two forever.â you pout, crossing your arms stubbornly as you look down the hallway towards her room, âis that too much to ask for??â
âwhen the terrible twos hit, i guarantee youâre probably going to feel a little different.â yoongi teases, pushing himself up off the banister before gesturing for you to go and join jimin and jungkook downstairs, âwhy donât you help jimin out with the balloon arch while i go and wake our little miss two year old up?â
                   »»ââââ-ăđ°ăââââ-««
yoongi presses his lips together tightly as he twists the doorknob, being careful not to make too loud of a sound to accidentally shock hwayoung awake
the last thing he wants is for to burst into tears at the start of her special day
he peers into the bedroom, smiling fondly when he sees a little lump under the covers shuffling a littleÂ
a chubby sock-clad foot pokes out for a second before it disappears again
âìŽêČ ëꔎêčì? [hm⊠whoâs that]?â yoongi asks quietly, the lump suddenly freezing in place, âëëìŽ ìŒìŽëì
šë€ì⊠[i think someoneâs finally awakeâŠ]â
he tilts his head when a messy head of hair pops out from under the covers, the corners of hwayoungâs mouth immediately lifting in a bright smile when she spots him, âì°ëŠŹ êł”ìŁŒ ìąì ììčšì
ëë€! [oh! good morning, miss min!]â
he lets himself into the room and reaches over to click the white noise machine off before starting to quietly pad his way over to her, his heart melting in his chest when her mouth opens up in a quiet little yawn
âì ìŁŒëŹŽë ëčëêč⊠[gub momingâŠ]â hwayoung murmurs, eyelids fluttering slightly as yoongi reaches down to push some of her hair out of her face
âì ì€ìŽ? [hi, baby⊠did you sleep well?]â yoongi asks, leaning down to scoop her up, âì°ëŠŹ íììŽ ììŒ ì¶ííŽâŠ ë°ìì ë€ êž°ë€ëŠŹêł ììŽ... [happy birthday, my darling⊠weâre all waiting for you downstairs...]â he whispers, rubbing circles into her warm back when she immediately clings to him, â뚞늏ì ëŹŒ ìą ëŹ»íêł ëŽë €ê°êč? ëšžëŠŹê° ììŁŒ ì°ë°ìŽë€. [why donât we freshen up a little, hm? the birthday girl canât take pictures with a birdâs nest on her head.]â
âëŽë°. [birbâs ness.]â
                   »»ââââ-ăđ°ăââââ-««
âi hope she likes the present i got for her.â jungkook mutters, his foot tapping anxiously against the ground as he looks up towards the top of the stairs in anticipation of hwayoungâs arrival, âi mean, if she doesnât like it, thereâs a receipt in the box so i can return it and get something else for her⊠but i really hope she likes it.â
âjungkook, sheâs two. i gave her a wooden spoon to play with the other day and she was ecstatic.â you snort, peeling an eye open to look at him from where youâre lying on the couch before shutting it again, âiâm sure sheâll love whatever you got for her.â
âwhatâs the matter with you?â jimin hums, glancing at you for a second before focusing his attention back on sticking the bright pink â2â candle onto the cake, âyou look a little out of it today.â
âgee, thanks.â you snort, blindly grabbing one of the throw pillows before hugging it to your chest, âno, iâm fine, i just- i was feeling a little mopey this morning about hwa turning two and now iâm just thinking about how time has just flown byâŠâ
âmm. it seems like it was only yesterday that i was holding your hair back while you violently puked your guts out into the toilet bowl.â jimin jokes, holding a hand to his chest before spinning around to face you and jungkook, âah⊠fond memories that iâll look back on for the rest of my life.â
âyou know, i shouldâve told yoongi i was pregnant in another way.â you suddenly change the subject, propping yourself up onto your elbows with a frown, âall i did was give him a tiny cookie. how lame is that?!â
âto be fair, you didnât know how he was going to react, so maybe it was a good thing you went for something so simple!â jimin shrugs, making his way over to you before sticking his hand out for you to take, âcâmon, miss mopey. hwayoung probably doesnât want to see you throwing yourself a pity party on her special day when she comes down here.â
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â-íììŽê° ìë§íí
ê°ì ìŽìì§ íŽìŁŒë ê±° ìŽëšêč? [-now, mama is feeling very emotional today, so i think itâd be a really good idea to act extra cute, okay?]â yoongi whispers to hwayoung, planting a quick kiss on her cheek while slowly making his way down the stairs, âof course, that probably isnât going to be a problem for you, seeing that youâre adorable 24/7-â
âi adowbo.â hwayoung murmurs, leaning down and squishing her cheek against yoongiâs shoulder, âìĄžë €. [i seepy.]â
âìĄžëŠŹë€êł ? [sleepy?]â yoongi pauses on the steps, reaching up to adjust one of her pigtails with a smile, âìŽê±° í°ìŒëŹë€, ìĄžëŠŹë©Ž ìŽëĄíŽ! [you canât be sleepy for your morning conference. look alive!]â
âis that the sleepy little birthday girl?âÂ
yoongi looks down to see you waiting eagerly at the bottom of the stairs, your hands clasped together and your eyes glued on hwayoung, âgood morning!â
âmama!â hwayoung immediately twists around in yoongiâs arms at the sound of your voice, reaching out for you with a teethy grin as soon as yoongi gets close enough to you
âoh, happy birthday, my sweet little baby!â you coo as you take her into your arms, squishing multiple kisses to her chubby cheek as you hold her close, âhappy happy birthday, my beautiful girlâŠâ
âahppa bouday!â hwayoung giggles, little hands patting against your face
she leans in and smushes her nose against yours before giving you a drooly kiss on the cheek and you canât help but laugh at how affectionate sheâs being with you
see??
you want to keep her like this forever and it sucks to think about the fact that one day youâre going to set her down on the ground after carrying her and youâll never pick her up again because she wonât need you to pick her up again
:-(
âohâŠâ you sniffle, suddenly feeling your nose prickle and your eyes starting to get a little tingly, âi love you so muchâŠâ
you donât get much of a chance to say anything else before hwayoungâs suddenly being plucked from your arms, both jimin and jungkook immediately starting to fawn over her as per usual
âì°ëŠŹ íììŽ, êł”ìŁŒëìŽ ë°ëĄ ìë€! [look at how beautiful you are in your dress!]â jimin exclaims animatedly, hwayoung clapping her hands together in response
her dress is sage green and gingham and it even came with matching ribbons for her hair and you have to admit that jimin made a pretty good choice with this birthday outfit
you probably wouldâve stuck her in a pair of overalls or something
âsee, whatâd i say?â jimin smiles proudly, smoothing down the back of hwayoungâs dress before looking over at jungkook, âi told you the sage green was cuter- ìë ëčšê° 걞 ì ì
í ë ì ë„Œ ëë§ëĄ ë§ë€ ìê°ìŽë- [the red one that you wanted to go with wouldâve made her look like a picnic blanket-]â
âìë ëë§ëŒë! [red gingham is classy!]â jungkook argues, trailing behind jimin while making faces at hwayoung to get her to laugh, âì
í볎ì§ë ìêł - [you didnât even give it a chance-]â
âë ê·žëŽ ê±° ìŒëì ëì§ ìëë€ ì ê”ì- [i donât need to give tacky garbage a chance, jungkook-]â
âhey, are you okay?â yoongi gives you a quick hug and kiss on the side of your head when he suddenly notices a tear running down your cheek, âsheâs just turning two, y/n... sheâs not moving out of the country-â
âi know, i know-â you sniffle, reaching up to quickly wipe at your tears before chuckling, âi guess iâm just feeling extra emotional today-â
âcâmon, parents!â jimin calls out for you two while setting hwayoung down in her high chair, âthe candle is melting and this cake is too expensive to get any wax dripped on it-â
âgookee!â hwayoung points to the cake and claps her hands as she bounces up and down on her seat, âgookee, mama!â
âyeah! cookie!â you mimic enthusiastically, smiling widely when she suddenly lets out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, her nose scrunching particularly cutely, âiâm glad to see that you inherited my love for cookies and not appaâs love for muesli.â
yoongi immediately scoffs and reaches down to give your bum a quick swat
âi know sheâs saying cookie, but iâm just going to go ahead and say that sheâs actually saying the name of her favourite uncle-â jungkook sighs, reaching down to pinch hwayoungâs cheek, âíììŽë êŸčìŽ ìŒìŽ ì ìŒ ìąìí- [uncle gookee is your forever favourite-]â
âìŽ ì ëì- [yeah, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night-]â jimin snorts, shoving the camera into his hands as the four of you stand in front of hwayoung, âokay, donât touch the cake yet! letâs get some pretty pictures of the birthday girl first!â
âhwa, look into the camera!â jungkook coos, snapping his fingers to get her to look up at him, âê·žë ìŒìŽ í ëČë§ ëŽ ëŽ- [look at uncle goo- yeah, there we go-]â Â
you watch hwayoung fondly as she continues to ham it up for the camera, her little legs kicking in anticipation under the tray
âgood girl, youâre being so patient.â you hum before reaching over to pluck a cookie from the open box, âooh, iâve been dying to sink my teeth into one of these-âÂ
âi had one earlier, theyâre pretty good!â jimin nods, brushing past jungkook to get to you, âthe bakery i ordered them from has, like five out of five stars one google review- hey, whatâs that face for?â
âeugh- do the cookies taste a little funky to you?â you face screws up as you swallow the bite before holding the cookie up to take a closer look at it, âitâs just chocolate chip, right?â
âyeah- hold on, lemme try-â jimin frowns, reaching over to steal your cookie before taking a bite of it and chewing thoughtfully
âmaybe you just got a weird one?â yoongi suggests, peering into the box with a frown, âall cookies taste funky to me, so my opinion probably isnât valid here-â
âitâs fine, iâll try another one later-â you dust your fingers off before perking up and clapping your hands together, âhey, should yoongi and i hop in for some pictures before hwa completely destroys the entire cake?â
âyeah, it⊠might be a little too late for that.â jungkook clears his throat and the three of you look over to see hwayoungâs tubby arms shoved elbow deep into the cake, âi gave her the green light to go ahead and eat. she just looked so sad and hungry, iâm sorry!â
hwayoung cackles in glee as she continues slapping her hand against the cake, her grubby little hands now sticky and her new dress stained with globs of frosting chocolate
âoh my god.â you stifle a laugh and reach up to cover your mouth so that you donât burst out laughing at the fact that both jimin and yoongi look absolutely appalled
âi spent, like, ten minutes doing her hair-â yoongi whines, gently nudging you aside so he can hurry over to hwayoung and try to salvage the neat little pigtails he spent forever working on, âand now thereâs frosting everywhere!â
âthat dress was expensive, jungkook!â jimin snaps, and if you didnât know any better youâd think he was about to burst into tears, âand i didnât even get any nice pictures with her before she- come on, man-â
âiâm sorry!â
âahppy bodday!â hwayoung shrieks in delight and flings her arms up, chunks of cake and specks of frosting flicking out from her hands, âi adowbo!â
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epilogue. âyour girlfriendâs kinda hotâ
kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader
(bsd x hq)
tw: mentions of suicide and suggestive themes + dirty jokes
masterlist.     suicide freak!
"hey uh, welcome to my stream i guess" he said as he spared the camera a quick glance "im not really playing tonight because an incident has recently occurred in this household" kenma said with a tired sighÂ
nobody else knew it, but the said 'incident' was y/n accidentally setting half of their living room on fireÂ
the reason? apparently, she wanted to try burning herself to death in the furnace. obviously, it didn't work. and all that's left from that is more shit for kenma to clean up and a trip to yosano-san.Â
kenma is stressed. and y/n is still alive. both of them are facing problems.Â
"can you please wear a maid outfit- no."
kenma shook his head as he continued playing, glancing at the chat once in a while to read the veiwers' questions and comments
ââââââââââââââââź
user: how about cat ears?!Â
user: ^^ cATBOY CATBOY CATBOYÂ
user: u suck at this game wtf
kuroo.tetsu: hey kenma ;)Â
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
"first of all, i do not suck at minecraft thank you very much" kenma scoffedÂ
"second of all, go away kuroo. im still mad at you"Â
ââââââââââââââââź
user: LMFAOOO kuroo what did u do?? đđ
user: he probably broke kenma's pcÂ
user: PLSS he's the one kenmaâs throwing shade at on twitterÂ
kuroo.tetsu: STOP THE SLANDER đâđŒ
user: rooster head lookin assÂ
user: ^^ NOT THE HAIRÂ
kuroo.testsu: đđ
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
kenma sighed as he continued building a cute little cottage. he was currently vibing, just building y/n a cute cottage for her to probably burn later on.Â
and he decided it would be nice to go on stream since his oh-so-lovely girlfriend was still out for work.Â
ah yes, kenma has somehow kept y/n alive all those years.Â
barely.Â
hence why his phone was being bombarded with messages from her, all of which being blurry selfies.Â
the photos had her sporting a huge grin while atsushi panicked in the background.Â
ââââââââââââââââź
user: ayo, ur phone's blowing upÂ
user: do you have a girlfriend?Â
user: KODZUKEN LET ME SUCK UR TOES đđđ€©
user: ^ ayo chill đ
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
kenma simply ignored them and continued on with his task. all was going well until a loud slam was heard. his cat-like eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice singing from downstairs, it was undoubtedly y/n.Â
kenma chuckled nervously and muted his mic.Â
but of course, cute dumb catboy didn't actually mute his mic. haha <3
he ignored all the questions in the chat, all of them being  speculations that he has a girlfriend. which he does, but they simply did not need to know that <3
"kenma~" she yelled out "i have a surprise for you!!" she said, followed by menacing giggles.Â
kenma glanced at the camera before hopping off his gaming chair and peeking his head out of the door.Â
"y/n, im streaming!! stay down there!" he yelled out in panicÂ
"aw, you're playing hard to get aren't ya?" she chuckledÂ
kenma deadpanned as he saw her limping up the stairs, with her bandages torn and unravelled, same with her clothes. he didn't really think much of it since this is usually how she comes home.Â
its most likely just due to work and/or another suicide attempt.
"so, kenma.. you'll never know what just happened to me today" she started off with a goofy grinÂ
"im streaming, atleast let me turn it off first-"Â
she paid no mind to him as she peeled off her ruined coat and pointed to her poorly bandaged stomach
"i got stabbed!"Â
"you got what?!"
kenma furrowed his brows as he immediately rushed over to his side, cradling her face and waist as he inspected her injuries
"are you okay, kitten?" he asked worriedlyÂ
"yep, apparently it wasnt deep enough to be fatal" she sighed dejectedlyÂ
"please don't be sad about that." kenma groaned "can you undress?"Â
"ara ara~ whats this?" she cooed "you're getting real bold, kenma" she smirked at himÂ
she unbuttoned her shirt and started pulling down on her skirt "but since you asked so nicely-"Â
kenma simply sighed and shook his head. "i was gonna prepare you a bath but now im considering leaving you here to die"Â
"but the second option would've been better though" she smiled at himÂ
"oh my fucking god."Â
kozume kenma. (22)
â°ââž university student, stock trader, pro-gamer, youtuber, ceo of bouncing ball lpt.Â
â°ââž y/n's struggling boyfriend. definitely needs a pay after all he's been through.
â°ââž currently panicking because his girlfriend got stabbed.
l/n y/n. (22)
â°ââž operative/member of the armed detective agency.Â
â°ââž kenma's girlfriend. kinda dumb, very hot to compensate for it. still hasn't died yet.Â
â°ââž currently bleeding and wounded. also hoping for severe blood loss.
"kenma, did you know" she mused in a teasing tone "lack of sleep and too much stress could possibly lead to poor memory and lack of awareness"Â
kenma looked up at her with a look of confusion. he was currently kneeled down before her while she was sat on the bed as he cleaned her wound up with a damp towel.Â
"why are you telling me this?" he askedÂ
"i just thought it probably applied to you" she snickeredÂ
"why? i didnt forget anything-"Â
he cut himself off with a huge intake of air. he slowly turned his head to look at the screen which still had his stream going on. to make it worse, the camera was on and they were both clearly in the camera's field of view.Â
to make things worse worse, his mic was on the whole time and the live chat was in shambles.Â
"i hate it here" he sighedÂ
kenma laid his head on her lap as he continued on patching her up, honestly not caring that this whole scene was being recorded for thousands or millions of people to see.Â
"well, atleast the internet could finally see my beauty before i die" she laughedÂ
she ran her fingers through kenma's hair as he grumbled under his breath. kenma was a pretty private person. he made sure not to overshare, given his current 'influencer' status. and he was planning on keeping his relationship a secret, though it seems he can't do that anymore.Â
"might as well say hi" she shruggedÂ
so of course, she then decided to walk up to the camera looking utterly dishevelled and roughed up.Â
for context, the newly wrapped bandages around her stomach was being stained already by a crimson red hue and it was only getting worse the more she moved, undoubtedly messing up her wound.Â
"hi, im kenma's girlfriend and if i see you flirting with him i will make you regret it" she grinnedÂ
"y/n!" kenma groaned from the bed "you're close to dying right now, turn the stream off"Â
ignoring him, she proceeded to read the veiwers' comments, laughing at some of them while she joked around.Â
ââââââââââââââââź
user: heLLO?!?!Â
user: GE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOOO
user: bruh, did i just hear that right? were you fuckin stabbed?Â
user: ur kinda hot tho
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
kenma furrowed his brows as he reluctantly walked up behind her, reading the comments with varying reactionsÂ
ââââââââââââââââź
user: well damn, hot bloody girl comes in and suddenly im lesbian
user: kenma looks so done
kuroo.tetsu: hi y/n ;)Â
user: HER NAME IS Y/N
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
"jesus christ shut up, kuroo" kenma grumbled out with a sighÂ
"yup! yup! im y/n, and no, i am not a criminal. i swear." she shook her headÂ
"i got an injury from my job, that's all." she cleared upÂ
ââââââââââââââââź
user: tangina nyo sana ol
user: MSKAKAKKA
user: THIS IS LOWKEY ICONIC
user: time to scratch another gamer boy off my possible bf list đ
user: girl wtf happened to u
user: that's wack bro đ¶ââïž
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
"great question, random person from the internet!" she beamed "see, what happened was.."Â
"i went on a certain mission and got severely injured. though, when i called for help nobody responded" she saidÂ
kenma furrowed his brows at her words. "why didn't anybody respond?" he asked. she sighed and fiddled with her torn bandages, pouting her lips as she does so.Â
"well, when i told them that i was finally on death's door, all they said to me was 'congratulations!' and all that.." she said "what's your take on that, hm?" she asked kenmaÂ
"im not surprised" he saidÂ
she grinned at his words and leaned in for a kiss. "you're so mean to me, kenma~" she whinedÂ
she licked her lips as she held his blushing face in her hands, she nuzzled their noses as she leaned in closer to him.Â
ââââââââââââââââź
kuroo.tetsu: oh shit đł
user: we all know where this is heading ;)Â
user: sana ol talaga punyemasÂ
user: AYO CHILLÂ
user: why we goin so fuckin fasstttt đł
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
kenma hastily turned the camera off as soon as y/n's lips touched his.Â
"kitten, were still- hmph-"Â
he was only silenced as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, smirking lightly as she ran her fingers through his hairÂ
"thanks babe." she said as she pulled away, giving him a soft peck on his cheek and a nod "anyways.." she hummed as she turned the camera on once againÂ
she looked through the chat while kenma slaps his face to get rid of his blush.Â
ââââââââââââââââź
user: ur fuckin freakyÂ
kuroo.tetsu: oya oya đŒđŒ
user: MS MAAM I JUST MET U AND IÂ LOVE U ALREADY WJABSJSJJS
user: not me blushing chiiilllleeeeee đââïž
user: KENMA IS FLUSTERED
kuroo.tetsu: kenma, i didnt expect this from u đŒ
user: im so fucking JEALOUS GRRđĄ
user: girl r u bleeding rn đ
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
upon reading a certain comment, she subconsciously grazed her fingers against her bandaged wound. her eyes slightly widening as she felt a concerning amount of wetness seeping through
she glanced at kenma who was still calming himself down and inspected her woundÂ
"oh my.." she muttered, though she couldn't help but let a smile slip throughÂ
so like any normal person would do, she simply ignored her bleeding wound and the fact that she was getting a bit lightheaded. haha <3
"anyways, let's answer some questions!" she beamedÂ
ââââââââââââââââź
user: what's ur full name
user: what's ur job miss girlÂ
user: are you possibly looking for a gf, because i am moreÂ
than willing to take the spot đ¶ââïž
user: how did you meet??Â
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
"alright, those are all very nice questions" she chuckled. kenma, who's now calmed down, sat down beside her to look at the chat.Â
"first, im l/n y/n" she mused "nice to meet ya"Â
"second im a detective! mhm, im cooler than your fathers"Â
"third, it depends, belladonna" she cooed as she sent the camera flirty smirk "are you perhaps willing to join me in a double suicide?"Â
"oh god.." kenma grumbled. he pouted at her and shook his head in disapproval. "don't flirt with random girls" he whinedÂ
"why not?"Â
"uh- because i am your beloved boyfriend, is that not good enough of a reason??"Â
"... anyways, we met at a cafe way back in high school" she said with a smile "also, i asked him to join me on a double suicide" she saidÂ
she was smiling and nodding as if it was the most normal thing in the world, all while kenma nods alongÂ
ââââââââââââââââź
user: wtf are u okay đż
kuroo.tetsu: teenage romance đ€©
user: cute â€ïž
user: im concerned â€ïž
user: ur a detective?? cool
user: LMAOO I'LL GO ON A DOUBLE SEWER SLIDEÂ
WITH U MOMMY đ©đ©đ
user: ^^ SAME đ©
user: CHOKE ME WITH THOSEÂ BANDAGES MOMMAE đ©
user: u r still bleeding đ¶ââïž Â Â Â Â
â°âââââââââââââââŻ
kenma was simply glaring at the chat as more compliments and flirtatious comments came flowing in, all of which were directed to his girlfriend.Â
"this is why i didn't wanna let people know about you.." kenma grumbledÂ
"aww, why not?" she asked with a playful poutÂ
"people are flirting with you." he sighed "also, stop asking for my girlfriend's onlyfans! she doesn't even have one!" he snarled
ââââââââââââââââź
user: LMAOO CATBOY IS ANGRY đ©
user: y/n-senpai spit on me đĄđĄ
user: drop the onlyfansÂ
user: chupapi munyanyo đ©
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"anyways, i'd hate to ruin the mood" she chimed in with a sluggish giggle "but im so wet kenma" she whined outÂ
a menacing smirk was etched on her lips as kenma spluttered in response, a bright red hue covering his face almost instantly as he faced her with widened eyesÂ
"y-y/n! why would you say that?!" he whisper shoutedÂ
"cuz i am" she whined out as she grabbed his hand and trailed it down her abdomenÂ
she faced the camera and gave them a shit-eating grin as kenma mumbled out incoherent wordsÂ
"y/n we should-" he cut himself off as he felt the concerning amount of blood drip down his whole armÂ
kenma's face paled as he looked up to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store, completely unbothered.Â
"y/n, you idiot! why didn't you tell me!" kenma exclaimedÂ
"um- my girlfriend is bleeding. excessively. so uh- bye i guess"Â it was all he said before hastily ending his stream and turning off his computer.Â
"y/n, let's get you to a hospital" he said as he reached down to carry her away. though she simply slapped his hands off and closed her eyes.Â
"nope. this is my time, kenma. don't ruin it for me" she saidÂ
"you're fucking dying!!"Â
"well, would you like to join me?"Â
"no"
"damn." she muttered in responseÂ
"so...wanna fuck?" she asked sheepishlyÂ
"for the love of god-"Â
this was so messy :/
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Headcanons for being Tony Starkâs son (Part 1)
Tony Stark x son!reader
warnings:
a/n: me and noah are abt to blow ur minds lmfaooo -> takes place around the same timeline as the daughter!reader ones aka y/n was born in 2000
prompt: i had to
part 2
the world was raving over this billionaire playboyâs newest title: father
and boy, did the headlines get interesting
among your favorite magazine covers, your all-time favorite was
Tony Stark: Worldâs Most Eligible DILF
^accompanied with a picture of your dad holding you
(tony starkâs superpower is being a dilf, itâs just a fact ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ)
âlook at us, kid. thatâs me and you! wow! you make me look magnificentâ
*babbling*
you were so...boring to him
like tony watching you was wonderful, he absolutely adored having a kid to take care of...but babies donât do much of anything
rhodey came to see you every chance he got
ârhodey! whatâs going on?â
âiâm not here for you, iâm here for the babyâ
ouch....
rhodey was a fuckin awesome uncle
one of the only level-headed people you could call family
back to dad:
âhey, little guy, whatâs up? any baby-things you wanna do today? anything on your mind?â
he really wanted you to speak to him
your first word was âduckâ
heâs pretty sure you meant âfuckâ
âlove this kid!â
who wouldnât?
âletâs play âsupermanââ he runs flies you around the house
he talks abt single dad things to get women to swoon over him
tony always has baby food stains and spit up all over himself
YOURE SPOILED
he has a separate garage for those tiny drivable cars that kids can vroom in, you know what im talking about
âgod, youâre gonna be so cool when you grow upâ
tony stark is a rough-and-tough dad
loves to get wild when itâs playtime
ây/n, catch!â *ball hits you in the face* âalright, not an athlete, thatâs okayâ
âiâm good!â
tinkering in the workshop with dear olâ dad
âalright, sport, whatâs your million-dollar idea?â
âa car thatâs powered by waterâ
âi knew i shouldnt have let you watch that 70s showâ
you actually did become a handful growing up
if tony didnât want to Dad(tm) for a few hours, heâd make happy take you to chuck e. cheese
âbuy the kid as many tokens as he wants, it doesnât matterâ
tony would either take a long, much needed nap or work until he crashed
one time he heard you blasting black sabbath in your room and opened the door to see you playing air guitar and he shut the door and cried
so proud
you wanted to go to school but you were a budding genius so he wanted to teach you himself
this would be around the time that tony went missing
which was traumatic for you and it didnât seem like anybody cared
pepper was your godmother so she had to take care of you while he was away, but she was super busy and emotional about the whole thing
happy and pepper honestly acted like divorced parents shuttling their child back and forth
âitâs your day, happy! pick him up, i have to go to work!â
but eventually, tony found his way back to you and you cried really hard and there were snot bubbles and he tried to lighten the mood with jokes and he was like
âhey, i brought you some sand from my vacation!â
sir,,,, please
this mf started making a suit of armor and you didnât think a thing of it
âcan i help? can i help? can i help?â
lab assistant y/n reporting for duty
âsure, junior. grab me that screwdriverâ
âflat or philips?â
âlets try flat, i gotta wedge this thing apart the old fashioned wayâ
you were learning so much
and he was really supportive of any idea you pitched
âwe can give that a try, no problem!â
you hacked into the avengers initiative files bc you were curious about what agent coulson had to say
âdad, you would be such a cool superhero!â
âare you saying iâm not a superhero already? hellooo, single dad?â
âyouâre not single! you have pepper!â
âdammit, youâre right i cant use that line anymoreâ
you started to DREAM of becoming an avenger
you thought youâd be able to get an in if your dad committed to it
âmy dadâs an avengerâ -you to everyone when youre trying to threaten them
âso, mr. fury, when can i become an avenger?â
âhow old are you?â
âiâll be 13 real soonâ
âask your dadâ
honestly tony liked the idea of a father/son superhero team
but in practice?
âhey, y/n, sorry if i donât tell you this enough, but i love youâ
âlove you too, dadâ
the avengers seemed to enjoy your company
you still radiated stark energy, so that really hurt your likable-ness
âc-can i get your autograph?â -you to captain america
ânot you too!â -tony
âshhh, dad, iâm talking to a celebrityâ
tony is majorly offended
soon the avengers were your family, which was odd to get used to
lots happens in your life, that was for sure
every time you turned on the news it was something about an avenger
âdad...cnn says steve is a fugitiveâ
âsucks to be himâ *eats toast*
tony makes u breakfast special :)
âwant a pop tart?â
âsure...yeah, natâs a fugitive too, it seemsâ
âsheâll be fineâ
avengers tower was pretty cool, you and thor played ping pong together when you were there
âthor, if you use mjölnir as a paddle again youâre gonna kill me with a ping pong ball!â
you hung out at the malibu house a whole lot
theres a framed picture of the âTony Stark: DILFâ magazine cover on your wall
your friends were other rich kids
ây/n, you know all your friends are douchebags, right?â
âi am well awareâ
you threw parties at said malibu house when tony and pepper were gone
âsir, thereâs a disturbance at your homeâ
âwhich one, JARVIS?â
âmalibuâ
âshit, y/nâs there! whatâs wrong?â
âsee for yourselfâ *pulls up cameras*
âare you kidding me, JARVIS? you think i care if y/nâs trashing the house? you had me thinking he was being attacked or held hostage or something, jesusâ
you programmed âthe panic protocolâ into JARVISâs system without tony knowing, which can sense when tony has anxiety/panic attacks and figure out how to calm him
JARVIS sends you a notification if you arenât in immediately vicinity, then he troubleshoots to find the best solution for tony until you can help
either music, counting, breathing reminders, water reminders, etc
âdad, everything alright?â
âim good, son! real good!â
eventually you found a good excuse for getting a suit
âdad, i think terrorist attacks warrant a need for armor...for my protection!â
âfine, weâll develop a suit for youâ
âno need! i already engineered one while you were busy, itâs downstairsâ
âimpressive. youâre groundedâ
ânooo! unground me please!â
âfine, ungroundedâ
youre one foot in the door becoming an avenger
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our perfect little family
Warnings: swearing, a bad pregnancy experienceÂ
Summary: anon requested:
âhi!! i absolutely love ur imagines đ„ș i was thinking maybe u could do one where chrisâ gf is pregnant and they break up (unrelated to the pregnancy) but chris still is in her life and they get back together after the baby is born đđ just an idea! hope uâre staying safe! <3âł
Word Count: 1.7k
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
[A/N Iâve never been pregnant so I donât know much about the ins and outs of it, Iâve tried as much as possible to be accurate but if anything isnât quite right you know why]
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You paced the bathroom of yours and Chrisâ shared home. Heart in your throat as you watched the timer on your phone. You sat down on the toilet lid, knees bobbing, head in your hands. Never had you expected to feel the amount of dread you did at that moment. While many people in a relationship feel excited about a possible pregnancy, you on the other hand felt a sense of impending doom.Â
The alarm beeped on your phone causing your breath to hitch in your throat. âOk [Y/N], youâve got this. No matter what it says youâll be okayâ You muttered a pep talk to yourself as you twisted to pick up the pregnancy test from the sink. âFuck,â the two lines on the pregnancy test were bold and dark. There was no denying or doubting whether your child was currently growing inside you.Â
Your head began to spin. Yours and Chrisâ relationship had been rocky for a few months and was hanging on by a thread. Virtually every conversation you would have would be an argument, which lead to Chris sleeping on the sofa and an awkward apology the next morning. However, this was cyclical and happened most nights. You ached for the relationship you once had, one filled with laughter and joy. With stolen kisses and romantic endeavours.Â
Your hand moved down to your stomach, âHello baby,â You whispered, your eyes beginning to well with tears. âIâm gonna protect you no matter what-â You were interrupted by the sound of your boyfriend shouting you from downstairs. âWhere are you? Iâve been looking for you. I-â He pushed the door of your en suite open, his gaze dropping to the pregnancy test in your grasp and your hand held softly on your belly.Â
âWhatâs that?â He asked softly, frozen in his spot in the doorway. You didnât respond, silently handing him the pregnancy test. His poker face while studying the white stick in front of him made you flood with concern, your hand never leaving your stomach as your knee continued to bob anxiously.Â
âYouâre pregnant?â He finally whispered looking up at you with watery eyes, causing you to nod. He cautiously walked toward you, kneeling next to you on the cold tiles. He delicately lifted his hand so that his fingertips could brush your cheek softly, causing you to look at his face, a small smile etched on his face, as slow tears trickled down his cheeks.Â
âI know things havenât been great between us recently...â He hesitated, taking a second to breathe and observe your reaction. âBut you donât know how happy this makes me.â His voice was barely audible.
âWe-Weâre gonna make this work right Chris?â You questioned, âNo matter what happens this baby is always gonna have us right?âÂ
âThatâs what youâve been worrying about?â He asked incredulously, âNo matter what Iâm gonna be there for our child... Nothing in the world would ever stop me from being the best Dad.â His hand hesitantly drifted to your own that rested upon your belly, as if seeking permission from you, unsure of how you would react.Â
âThatâs our baby in there Chrisâ You whispered, and he gave your hand a tight squeeze as he interlocked his fingers with yours. A comfortable silence washed over the two of you, and you prayed that this feeling would never end.Â
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But of course it did. A baby was never going to fix the problems you and Chris had had. You both quickly realised that the stress of your relationship was not good for you or the baby. So just as you entered the second trimester you and Chris had ended your relationship, a mutual decision that pained the both of you each day.Â
Chris had moved out of your shared home, not wanting you to have to put too much pressure or stress on yourself by being the person to leave. So as you spent the first night alone in your large Boston home you had cried whilst sitting on the sofa, Dodger curled up on your lap as the sounds of your sobs echoed across the empty halls. Your phone beeped on the coffee table in front of you and you leaned forward to retrieve it and read the message.
chris đ€: Iâm so sorry for everything. Iâm so grateful for everything you have, had and will do for me and our child. Sleep well, Iâll see you soon x
Silent tears trickled down your face as your heart shattered even more.
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The pregnancy passed in a blur and you had hated every minute of it. Not only were the hormones surging through your body making you feel emotionally, mentally and physically horrendous, but your crippling loneliness made it awful as well. Yes, you had yours and Chrisâ family around you in the day which made it that little bit easier. But at night when it was just you and Dodger alone in the house, the house that was a constant reminder of your failed relationship.Â
Chris had tried to be there for you in any way he could, and it pained him to see you so damaged by the pregnancy. He felt to blame, and yet it was inappropriate of him to try and help relieve some of your symptoms.Â
Chris on the day that marked exactly four weeks before your due date had found himself parked up on the driveway of your home just watching you and waiting in case anything happened. You were struggling to walk at this stage and while you had insisted to Chris that you could take care of yourself (âChris Iâve got this, go home Iâll be fineâ you had winced as a sharp pain shot through your back). However, he knew that was just your stubbornness shining through.Â
So to settle his nerves Chris had camped outside of your house in his car, just in case you needed him, and as he watched you through the window standing at the kitchen. He smiled, staring at your swollen belly as you chopped vegetables at the island. His adoration for you had only grown throughout your pregnancy, he craved your attention and affection, he wanted nothing more than to be able to stand behind you now hands on your swelling stomach, kissing your hair comfortingly as you talk about your day.Â
His affection was quickly converted to concern however as he watched your eyes widen and hands clutch your stomach. He leant forward as he watched your look down at the floor and then grab your phone, his own beginning to ring immediately.Â
âHey!â He answered, âWhatâs wrong?â
âYouâre still outside arenât you?â You questioned wincing.Â
âYeah, why?â Chris breathed, anxiety piling up with every second that passed.Â
âI-I think my water just brokeâ You breathed, Chris immediately jumped out of the car, dropping his phone into the centre console. He raced into the house, fumbling with his keys to open the door. When finally the lock gave and he was able to rush inside he found you knelt on the kitchen floor trying to clean up the fluid that had leaked.
âBabe what are you doing?â He questioned incredulously, the nickname rolling off his tongue out of habit.
âLabour could take days, and then Iâll probably stay at the hospital for a few more. Iâm not coming back in pain after having this baby and having to clean up the floor,â You explained, causing Chris to let out an exasperated laugh. âAnd what do you think Iâm gonna be doing when this baby comes, just watching you do everything. Iâll clean this up for youâ He knelt down in front of you taking the cloth from your hand. âWhy donât you head out to the car?â He questioned, âIâll grab the bag and take Dodger round to Mrs. Dalloway.â All you could do was nod as a contraction occurred, causing your face to scrunch up and you to moan in pain.Â
Chris dashed around the house making sure everything was in order as you shuffled to the car. When he eventually climbed into the car, the faint sound of the radio as you text yours and Chrisâ parents to let them know what was happening so they could meet you at the hospital. âYou ready to have a baby?â He questioned, and you nodded wide eyed. A sense of fear reverberating between you.Â
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36 hours. Thatâs how long it took for you to bring Emilia Grace Evans into the world. But it was so worth it. The moment you and Chris heard her cries you had made eye contact and shed tears. You fell back onto the hospital bed exhausted as the nurses shuffled to take care of you.
âWell done,â Chris whispered brushing your sweat-ridden hair away from your face. âYou did so well,â He pressed a firm kiss to your temple as the midwife congratulated you on your baby girl. She was placed onto your chest, and at last you felt at peace. You felt normal again for the first time in eight months, and as your eyes moved from your beautiful newborn daughter to your ex-boyfriend, you knew that you couldnât do this without him. The adoration in his eyes as he watched you whisper comforting words to your daughter.Â
It was an unspoken agreement to continue your relationship. It naturally just happened. The moment you were discharged from hospital Chris had gradually moved back into your home. You shared a bed again, he cared for you as you recovered from the ordeal that was giving birth.Â
And after a month of living this way you had asked what you were while rocking Emilia to sleep on your porch swing. âWeâre just us, [Y/N]â Chris whispered. âWeâre just our perfect little familyâ He smiled as Dodger nuzzled his leg.
âOur perfect little family,â You repeated, looking up at him and leaning up to kiss him as the evening sun washed over you.
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all aboard the mystery machine | (feat. the gym 3 squad and y/n)
this was inspired by a post by @kenchiko which was the âbeing in a friend group with gym three squadâ which i like to read when iâm sad. anyway, they all dressed up as the mystery gang and i thought it was so cute i decided to headcanon it. (thank u kenchiko i love ur tsukki stuff but iâm too shy to interact with u *waves*)
it was the day of electric spookaloos aka halloween and you and kuroo were hyped afÂ
mostly because you could play âthis is halloweenâ on loudspeaker with less weird stares than usual
and kurooâs all about gROuP CosTUmeSÂ
previously the five of you had dressed up as the power rangers (which you switched for m&mâs because the helmets were too hard to make), the breakfast club, and the teen titans and now the five of you were going to top it off withâŠ
âthe mystery gang from scooby doo!â kuroo mentioned in your groupchat
no one noticed it except for bokuto who haha-reacted and then it resurfaced three days before halloween
kuroo and akaashi are the only ones who went all out with their costumes
kuroo has a blonde wig for his fred costume and akaashi also got a wig and made a dress for his daphne costume
bokuto ordered a cloth scooby doo mask online and forgot to order the rest of the body so he looks like inosuke from kny except his head is scooby doo
you and tsukki went to the dollar store on the day itself and just bought shirts for your velma and shaggy costumes
kuroo: you couldnât even bother to get an orange sweater?
tsukki: it was fifty cents more expensive also iâm the blonde one so i should be fred
kuroo: well you didnât binge-watch scooby doo all night and got only one hour of sleep so you had to sip akaashiâs pumpkin spiced latte before getting kicked by the owner of said latte
bokuto worked on spray painting kurooâs pick-up truck to look like the mystery machineÂ
but the painting didnât work out and only half of the letters are legible so youâre all piled into a pick-up truck that says âTHE Y T RY  AC NEâ on the side
but youâre off to the only halloween party you were invited to !!
and you blast âthis is halloweenâ on loudspeaker while dancing in the backseat
except on the way tsukki gets a call from his boss (he works at a museum) abt some missing artifacts
you: why did he call you, donât you just deliver coffee?
tsukki: *kicks you*
you: *kicks back and accidentally kicks bokuto*
bokuto, behind his mask: :â(Â
kuroo: missing artifacts??? museum????Â
tsukki: nOâ
kuroo: SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR THE MYSTERY GANG *drives to museum before anyone can say anything*
akaashi: this is the only party weâve been cool enough to be invited to this year and weâre going to spend it in mcdonalds again after this is over
bokuto: wEâRE GOING TO MCDONALDS IF WEâRE COOL ENOUGH?
akaashi: nO
anyway you, kuroo, and bokuto are excited for this ~~mystery~~
the five of you are miraculously able to sneak past the guards and enter through the back because the mystery gang gave you their blessing to break and enter almost any building on halloween night
kuroo, immediately getting into fred jones mode: alright letâs split up gang! daphne and i will check the upper floors while velma, shaggy, and scooby, you take the basement
bokuto: ruh-roh!·        Â
you: splitting up is a surefire way for someone to get killed but go off, i guess?
kuroo: also, if anyone curses, they owe a quarter in the swear jar
akaashi: you can only use things like jinkies, jeepers, jiminy, or zoinks
tsukishima: iâm not fucking doing that
kuroo: thatâs a quarter
anyway, youâre with bokuto and tsukishima so what could go wrong?
everything
and it all starts when you guys go downstairs into a basement full of creepy artifacts and find a mysterious, glowing amulet
you: i donât think we should touch that
bokuto, who can barely hear anything in his decapitated scooby mask: TOUCH IT!
tsukki doesnât care enough to hold him back and bokuto touches the amulet
the basement shakes, the ground beneath you trembles, the amulet grows brighter and pale green apparition appears in front of you. its danny phantom a hooded figure with glowing eyes
ghost: YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE GHOST OF THE AMULET OF ETERNAL SUFFERING
tsukki: âŠa song by Fall Out Boy
you: *trying hard not to laugh but also scared shitless* âŠjinkies
bokuto: ruh-roh?
tsukki: huh, i guess someone rigged a hologram here as a prank. nice one
ghost: I KNOW NOT OF THIS PRANK YOU SPEAK OF. YOU HAVE BROUGHT ETERNAL SUFFERING ONTO YOURSELVES, MORTALS
you: i mean, i work at customer service soâŠ
tsukki: nice one *high fives you*
ghost: YOU HAVEâ *stops when he actually sees bokuto* WHAT ABOMINATION IS THIS?
tsukki: mean, thatâs just y/n
you: *kicks him*
meanwhile kuroo and akaashi are sleuthing it up upstairs
kuroo: *having a staring contest with one of the paintings displayed*
akaashi: what are you doing?
kuroo: you know how paintingâs eyes tend to follow the main character in cartoons?
akaashi:,,,kuroo thatâs a painting of an apple
kuroo: i could have sworn i saw some red eyesÂ
akaashi: i donât think anyone would be blazing it in a museum. come on, letâs check the next room
while walking past a row of suits of armor, one of the displays turns its head (but no one notices it yet shhhhh)
back at the basement
the ghost is wreaking havoc: chairs are thrown against the wall, vases are cracked, the faint smell of sulphur is in the air. you and bokuto are fucking terrified and look more like shaggy and scooby despite your shitty cosplays. tsukishima doesnât believe in anything thatâs going on
tsukki: man, these guys here are really putting effort into this prank
you: TSUKKI I DONâT THINK THIS IS A PRANKÂ
ghost: *starts chanting in some unknown, ancient language*
tsukki: ah, nice touch. you watch lord of the rings?
you: tSUKKI NO-
bokuto: donât worry! iâll exorcise this spirit with my bible knowledge!
you and tsukki: MANGA MESSIAH IS NOT THE BIBLE
akaashi: *shivers* i just had the strangest feeling that bokuto called manga messiah the bible again
kuroo: zoinks! sounds like him
akaashi: *trying not to cringe* anyway, theyâre probably not doing anything right now
the basement, atm: just a complete fucking mess
the walls have started bleeding but somehow yâall are still a-okay
thatâs because tsukkiâs so salty heâs basically a salt circle with 10m radius but you didnât hear that from me
and he STILL DOESNâT BELIEVE THAT A REAL ASS GHOST IS HAUNTING THEMÂ
the ghost is also tired at this pointÂ
also bokuto is really fucking scared but decides to end things ONCE and FOR ALL
he stands up from under the desk and just tackles the ghost like a football player
he didnât think that heâd pass through the ghost
but seeing a buff dude with a scooby doo head is enough to scare mr. blood-dripping-from-the-walls shitless, especially when he fucking passes through him
ghost: *disappears back into the amulet*
you: and you still donât believe thatâs real???Â
tsukki: ghosts arenât real
you: *ready to throw hands*
bokuto: I DID IT! I FOUGHT A GHOST!
you pocket the amulet because you can send it to your enemiesÂ
meanwhile: upstairs
kuroo: man, iâd give anything to be chased by a scooby-doo villain dressed in a suit of armorÂ
a suit of armor: *starts chasing them*
akaashi, in his best daphne voice: jeepers! we better get out of here!Â
kuroo, crying out how perfectly akaashi emulated daphne: letâs split up gang!
they donât split up tho that would be dumb
*cue classic scooby doo chase scene with the music*
and then as they round a corner they run into you, tsukki, and bokuto fresh from the basement and you all fall into a heap
tsukki: *sees the suit of armor running towards then* ah fuck, what now?
kuroo: laNGUAGE *hands him the swear jar*
akaashi: NOT THE TIME
you: GET HIM BOKUTO!âÂ
bokuto stands up and once again tackles the knight and this time he doesnât pass through
it takes five (5) of you to tie up this one (1) guyÂ
kuroo: oh my god, iâm ready
you: ready for what?
bokuto: the final unveiling
kuroo: now letâs see whoâs behind all this! *rips off the helmet which tears off like a mask donât ask me why but apparently that happens*
and itâsâŠBokuto!!
everyone: *gasps and turns to Bokuto who FINALLY removes the scooby doo mask*
tsukki: *gasp* youâre the creepy british dude who keeps trying to buying our local artifacts to display at The British Museum!
akaashi: neo-imperialism is real
bokuto in the suit of armor: guys help!! he kidnapped me!!
all of you (except tsukki because heâs so done at this point) tackle mr. british villain who you thought was bokuto
finally the right person has been tied up
kuroo: your days of stealing artifacts are over!
british villain (letâs say he looks like jude law or something): and i would have gotten away with itâŠ
kuroo: *grabbing your arm* oh my god! heâs gonna say it! heâs gonna say it!
british villain/jude law: âŠif it werenât for you fUCKERS!
*dead silence*
kuroo tries to hand him the swear jar but akaashi puts his hand down
you: can we call the police?Â
akaashi: *gags* fuck the policeÂ
you: heâs white, british, and a man. they wonât do anything to him
akaashi: exactly
tsukki: hey, you still have that amulet from earlier, right?
you: the CURSED amulet with the GHOST inside?
akaashi: the what now?Â
tsukki: yeah, maybe leave it with this guy? and then heâll get pranked
at this point youâre too tired to argue with mister ghosts-arenât-real so you leave the amulet with jude law and the five of you get out of the museum and pile into the mystery machine
akaashi: do you think the partyâs still going?
you: we could hang out in mcdonalds again like last year
but otw to mcdonalds kurooâs phone rings and he picks up
kuroo: hello? b-bokuto?
bokuto, over the phone: guys where are you??? the party started hours ago and my headless scooby-doo onesie is hard to get out of and i need to pee !!
akaashi: butâŠ
you all turn to look at âbokutoâ sitting between you and tsukki in the backseat. he removes his mask.
itâsâŠjude law !!Â
*cue ending music*
#hello have another crackhead au#mwa#scooby doo au#haikyuu!! scooby doo au#headcanons#haikyuu!! headcanons#all aboard the mystery machine#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo#y/n#tsukishima kei#tsukishima#bokuto koutarou#bokuto#akaashi keiji#akaashi#idk if i should tag jude law#scooby doo!au#the mystery gang#the mystery machine#1keventspecial
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do you have any fic recs or hc recs from someone (or maybe if u wrote smth like this before) w mammon and a sick mc cos rn km feeling like yaknow really shit and idk how to look for anything like this, maybe ur followers could help if u can't yaknow u just need refs pls
So I have headcanons with a sick MC and the brothers having a child but this ends up with MC dying so I wouldnât recommend that one. I donât know if anyone has done it yet, funnily enough since I avoid the tag I rarely read any headcanons (I need to follow more writers please gimme) but I decided to whip you up some small headcanons to possibly help you feel better !
EDIT : These were supposed to be small...I got excited.
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Mammon took a lot of time to realize you were sick.
He barged into your room screaming for you to wake up and saying something about gaining some big money and taking you out to eat.
He then saw in your bed, your sheets covering the majority of your body. In fact the only thing he could see was the tip of your nose, which was looking a bit red weirdly enough.
âMC wake up Iâm taking ya out to eatâ He repeated.
Wriggling to get out of your comfortable cocoon of warmth, you let your head poke out and look directly in his eyes before telling him you were not coming.
âEH ? WHY? I gain big time last night you gotta come ! Ya realize this is a one time opportunity that the Great Mammon offered to ya right? Now come on I want toââ
âMammon Iâm not coming Iâm sick !â You exclaimed sniffling turning around your bed so you could stop facing him.
Sick you said ? Ah right, now that you said it itâs true you looked a bit like sh-
âHaha you are ? Tch humans are so weakâ He said but you realized he had taken a step back from you âAnyway MC donât cha worry the Great Mammon is gonna take good care of yaâ
You didnât say anything, there was no way you were going to stop him from doing so. You knew Mammon as long as it was about you he would do anything anything included taking care of a sick person...thing he would normally never do.
A few moments passed and you realized that not only Mammon hadnât moved a bit but you could also feel his eyes piercing through your back.
âWhat is it Mammon?â You said.
You could your voice sounding a bit irritable which made you feel guilty. But you just wanted to rest... Without anyone peeping at your face.
âSo um how do ya take care of a sick human ? Not that the Great Mammon doesnât know of course itâs justââ
You turned around to look at him and you saw him blushing behind his sunglasses, avoiding your glare at all costs.Â
âThat totally seems like the attitude of a guy who how to take care of a humanâ You thought as a smile creeped up on your lips. He was always so cute.
â*sigh* So first of all I have a big headache and I might have some fever so I need something to keep the fever down, a wet clothe or a cold compress is already good, I also have medications for headache in my drawer can you get them for me ? With a glass of water so I can swallow it. Also I might need something hot so a tea would be nice. With some honey in it to help with the sore throat!â
You could clearly see Mammon loose all of his composure as you talked. He couldnât believe a simple human could need all of this for a simple cold but nevertheless you saw him walk towards the drawer you indicated, search a bit and get out out some medicine.
He showed it to you and you nodded.
âWhatâs next?â He asked.
Of course Mammon would not remember everything so you repeated :Â âCold compress, water and tea with some honeyâ.
He disappeared out of the room for a second then came back in holding a towel dripping with water, softly put it on your head not realizing that the bed was clearly wet by now then looked at you again for his next instruction.
âGlass of waterâ You chuckled and Mammon disappeared once more.
He came back gave you the drink and the medicine and made sure you drank it before going downstairs to brew you some tea.
You heard a big ruckus a some point. Which you deduced was coming from Mammon who had ended up burning his hand with the hot tea.
He came into your room mumbling something that sounded a lot like âdamn tea hurting my hand when I just want to impress MCââ which he immediately stopped when he saw you were looking curiously at him.
Once again he carefully watched over you as you drank his tea, smirking slightly when he heard you moan pleasantly at how good his tea was.
âAnything else ya need MC?â He asked and you shook your head ânoâ âWell if there is anything... You call me not any of my stupid brothers all right?âÂ
This time you nodded, barely suppressing the smile that had made itâs way on your face. Mammon was really cute wasnât he?
He stayed for a second looking at you in silence, waiting for you to say something but you did catch on it so he started walking away and before he passed the door he somehow gathered all of his courage and turned towards you.
âShould I stay with you ?â He asked and by seeing the face he made after these his words you came to the conclusion he didnât even think before talking âN-Not that I want to itâs just that...it might make you feel better...yeah thatâs right human like affection hen theyâre sick right ?!â He tried to sayÂ
âI may need a hug to fall asleepâ You said with a fake weak voice.
But the bluff seemed to pass over his head since his lips extended into a big smile (that he immediately tried to hide from you).
âAight then, if ya really want to I guess I have no choice scoot over and let the Great Mammon give ya a big warm hugâ He said âBut not too warm we donât want your fever to go up againâ
âSee youâre already doing better at taking care of humans ! You know how fever worksâ You teased as you snuggled up to him âHowever you know nothing about how viruses spread but itâs okay I like a little stupid, it gets me hugs and loveâ
âS-Shut upâ He muttered not even daring to look at your face.
You chuckled a bit and settled down ready to fall again covered by his comfortable warmth.
âThanks Mammonâ You whispered already loosing consciousness âfor taking of meâ
Mammon watched your eyes close and your torso heaving up and down then smiled and hugged a little closer:
âMy humanâ He said out loud a smug smile on his face.
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we ainât in kansas anymore ch.02 (bruno x gn!reader)
chapter 01
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A/N: okay im trying to do gn!reader but a lot of italian is gendered so when i'm trying to use cute little names or have someone refer to reader it causes issues. So I could use * or @ for the âaâ or âoâ at the end of these terms for writing but that doesnât work for dialogue, so i'm just gonna use âuâ for ex: instead of cara or caro ill say caru
anyways bruno isnt in this chapter but you get to do ur laundry hehÂ
Italian dialogue is âitalicized like thisâ
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The whirring sound of the payphone buzzes in your ear as you wait for someone to pick up. You close your eyes as the seemingly perpetual sound fills your head, hoping for the result you want.
Please please please...
A click.
"Hello?"
"H-Hello, is this ___ ___? Or do you know someone by that name?"
"Sorry, I think you have the wrong number."
"Oh, okay. Thanks," you reply, furrowing your brows and biting your lip. You hang the phone back on the receiver.
What now?
Someone knocks on the door behind you.
You lift your head from the glass you had rested it on and see a man looking at you impatiently from outside the phone booth.
You open the door to get out. "Sorry about that. I accidentally zoned out..."
What?
âUh nevermind." Grimacing, you quickly walk away towards Fugo whoâs waiting for you.
The moment you're close enough you realize that Fugo is giving you a disapproving look. âPlease donât talk to random people.â.
You can't help frowning at his tone. It wasnât that harsh but you're tired. âI know, it's just habit but I'll try to stop...
He sighs. "No, I shouldn't have said it like that. Just try to avoid it okay." Â
Even though you were a bit caught off guard by how quickly he backtracked, you nod and follow him as he walks ahead of you.
"I'm taking you to a hotel nearby that you'll be staying at until further notice."
At least that was one less thing to worry about.
After some silence Fugo speaks up again.
â...Did you find out what you wanted?â
âI found out something but it wasn't what I hoped. That guyâs powers--â
âStand ability,â Fugo corrects.
âYea that...Iâm 100% sure he could pull people from different realities or universes or something along those lines.â
"So you getting home has become much more unlikely."
You rub at your temples. "There has to be a way thoughâŠ"
Fugo doesnât look convinced but doesnât say anything more.
After hailing a taxi, you and Fugo finally reach the hotel. It was a small business that looked like it had been there for many years.
âWhoâs paying for this?â you ask.
âBuccellati has already taken care of it.â
You felt a bit strange about that, but it was nice that he was doing all of this instead of leaving you confused in the streets.
For being in the mafia these guys arenât too scary, especially Narancia. At the same time, you havenât even known them for a full day however you choose to ignore the small knot anxiety within you.
Maybe Buccellati just felt he was responsible for you...
As soon as you and Fugo enter, you are immediately greeted by a pretty, older woman standing behind a counter.
Fugo and the lady converse in Italian while you look over to the side waiting. You hoped you showing up suddenly like this wasnât too much trouble.
â___--â your attention snaps back to them, âthis is Signora Rizzoâ
âStella Rizzoâ, she interjects. âYou can just call me Stella caru mio.â
Fugo deadpans but continues, âSheâll show you to your room. If you need anything just come to her.â
You nod. âUm, are you coming back again orâŠ?â
âMost likely, but I donât know when.â
Fugo moves to leave and you tell him bye which he awkwardly returns.
Stella gives you a warm smile and you feel yourself relax and return your own smile, although not as full.
âLet me take you to your room, you must be tired.â
Mrs. Stella leads you up the stairs to the 2nd floor of the hotel. The hallwayâs a bit narrow and there's only 4 doors from what you can see. You wondered if there was anyone else staying here right now.
She stops in front of the door 2nd closest to the stairway. âOkay here's the room you'll be staying in--itâs the best one.â She winks at you before pulling out a key from her skirt pocket and unlocking the door for you.
âHereâs the key.â Her polished nails touch your palm as she places the key in your hand. âI think you're going to be holding on to it for a while so make sure to keep it safe kay?â
"Okay." You look at the key in your hand and slip it into your pocket for now. You needed to find a keyring or bag for yourself later.
âI'll be right back caru. You can get yourself comfortable.â
She leaves you in the room alone. It was simply furnished, with a bed, a desk, a dresser, and a small old tv. There's a door to the side which you go to open and see is a small restroom.
You walk in and look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes immediately go to your neck. Itâs stained with dried blood, but there wasnât any type of cut. Other than it feeling pretty strange, there was nothing.
Was this another stand thing?
You sigh to yourself. Your shirt was also stained, but the workers at the restaurant hadnât even shown a hint of anything being out of the norm. You honestly wish you could do the same.
You wanted to shower first but had no new clothes. Maybe you could hand wash and let them dry overnight?
You're about to turn on the faucet to the sink when you hear a knock on the hotel room door. Expecting it to be Mrs. Stella, you leave the bathroom to let her in. She holds out some folded cloth and a basket filled with various items to you .
âI brought you some clothes caru. I thought you would want something to change into for bed--I'm sorry that they aren't very appealing looking-- and I also brought you a toothbrush, soap, towel, and some other stuff I canât remember grabbing too.â
The appearance wasnât an issue, you were just glad you wouldnât have to sleep naked tonight. You laugh a little,âThanks. By the way, do you have a place where I can wash my clothes?â
âYou have to hand wash them. I can get you a tub and detergent.â
âOh guess you had the right idea. It wasn't a lot so you could just use the sink like you originally planned.â
âDetergent is enough, thanks! Actually I'll come with you.â
âSure and if you need anything else don't be afraid to come down to the front desk and ask. My children sometimes take up the front but they should still be able to help you.â
Were her kids anything like her?
After you're given the detergent, you head back to your room.
You empty your pockets and change out of your clothes to take a quick shower. After you're done and dried off, you put on the spare clothes you were given--a plain t-shirt and some comfortable athletic shorts.
You loosen the drawstring until you're comfortable, then grab your dirty clothes that you tossed on the bathroom floor. When the sinkâs filled halfway, you pour detergent into the (too hot) water. Even after all the scrubbing, the stains were still slightly visible but not enough to notice unless someone was close.
You wring out the excess water and let the sink drain so you can rinse out your clothes. You then take them out to the small balcony attached to your room and hang your clothes on the railing.
The streetlights light up parts of the empty street and sidewalks, while the alleyways seem to only embrace the darkness making it impossible to see or tell the things that could be possibly happening within.
You frown, suddenly feeling even more exhausted and go back inside. The moment you get comfortable in bed, youâre asleep within a minute.
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You stir from your sleep feeling as if someone has turned on the lights. Your eyes open just slightly enough and you immediately pull the covers over your head when you realise that the light from the window is shining directly on your face.
Did you have work today? You reach out to grab your phone where you usually left it on your night stand but your hands grab at air. You grumble. What time was it?
A minute passes before you poke your head out from under your covers and stare at the glass door of the balcony across the room. You stare wondering when you got a balcony. Your eyes widen and you sit up and look at your surroundings.
So that wasnât a dream.
You frown remembering your situation, and rub the sleep from your eyes.
You honestly just want to go back to bed but youâre too awake now, so you force yourself to move towards the restroom and go through your usual morning routine. When you finish brushing your teeth, you walk on to the balcony, watching the people going about their day as you gather your clothes.
You snap out of it when you realize that a random person has noticed you staring and go back in to change with sluggish movements. You try to get your appearance in order the best you can with the items that were given to you yesterday..
While youâre in the middle of cleaning your face, Mrs. Stella shows up at your door, giving you a quite chiper good morning and asks if you want to join her for breakfast. Even though the thought was kind, you felt a little nervous going out of your room for too long, so you ask if you can eat in there instead.
âI hope Iâm not taking up too much of your time.â
âItâs fine caru mio. Iâm serious when I say donât be afraid to ask for anything.â
Mrs. Stella comes back with eggs, bread with jam, fruit and a caffĂš latte--you mimic her words--to drink.
Seeing all that food made you realize how hungry you were. You thank her before you take it into your room to eat.
It was delicious and you honestly wanted seconds but you werenât comfortable asking.
After youâre done, you realize that you need to take the plate downstairs but you donât want to bring it back down dirty. Cleaning it in the restroom sink wasnât probably the best idea either.
Other than that you don't really know what to do now. Were you going to spend the whole day here?
You rub at your neck without thinking. Something was definitely wrong with it--you could barely turn your head without discomfort.
A knock sounds on the door and you get up to open it expecting to see Mrs. Stella again.
"Fugo?"
The teen stands in front of you, wearing the same green, holey suit from yesterday. (Did he have multiple of the same outfit?)
âI came to pick you up.â
âThat was quick. Uh where are we going?â
âYouâll know when we get there. Weâre kinda on a tight schedule; we only have a small time window for this.â
It must not be safe to say here but you can't help thinking it was bothersome not knowing what was happening.
You run inside quickly to grab your phone and key. You see the plate on your dresser and also grab it.
âWhat's that in your hand,â Fugo asks as you walk down the stairs.
â...My dirty plate?â
He looks at you as if you said something stupid. âNo I mean in your other hand.â
âOh,â okay that was a little dumb, âThatâs my phone.â
âSo thatâs what phones will evolve to...â
You hum showing him your phone more clearly, âTouch screens are pretty much the norm in like 2 decades. I canât imagine going back to anything before it at this point!â There could be a prototype or something existing right now for all you know.
You wave goodbye to Mrs. Stella after giving her your dish which you canât help apologizing for. She waves it off of course, but next time maybe youâd eat with her so you could wash your own dish.
Youâre then led outside of the building to a car parked at the other side of the street.
You see Naranciaâs head poking out of the window on the passenger side.
He perks up when he sees you. "Good morning ____!"
âGood morningâ, you say back you can't help grinning. His smile was kind of contagious.
You get into the back of the car and lean towards Naranciaâs seat to catch his attention. âHey, you know where weâre going? Oh wait--nevermind.â You shake your hand next to your head as if youâre fanning your words away.
Leaning back, you pull the seat belt across your body. You wish you knew more than a few basic Italian phrases.
Narancia looks a little confused but understands that he doesnât need to worry about it.
You play with your phone and Narancia listens to the radio as Fugo drives you all to wherever you are going.
As you slide the screen back and forth looking at the no signal symbol--your phone only had 50% charge left--you land on the page with your translation app.
...Would it still work?
You open it, pick the Italian option and type something into it.
When you press the speaker symbol, you and Narancia slightly jump when the sound of a robotic voice sounds in the car. Woops, you didnât realize the volume was that loud.
âUh, what was that?â Narancia asks.
âAyy, really works!â the app said.
âWhat are you doing?â Fugo asks, furrowing his brows from the weird sentence but trying to keep most of his focus on the road.
âI have a translator app on my phone. It might come in handy? Probably only for simple statements though.â Typing âayyâ probably wasnât helping though.
You wonder when stuff like this actually came out. You didnât have strong knowledge on when certain technology showed up (or became obsolete). These things just came and went into your life without you giving it much thought.
Narancia forces Fugo to explain and then he turns towards you, he eyes your phone with a very curious look on his face.
âI don't completely get it but sounds cool!â
You couldn't see Fugoâs face but he was curious as well.
#bruno aint in this chapter so im not even gonna tag the ship or him lol#this is pretty much a setup chapter#reader insert#jjba#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure#oc#this is my first time making an oc in a fanfiction#Pannacotta Fugo#Narancia Ghirga#my writing#gift's writing#x reader
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Vestige - Interlude: The Party
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As the night fills the sky
All my fears are dissipating
'Cause I feel reassured
That I might make it through
And if all my luck should burn
Then I guess it burned for you
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April 13th, 2012
I was sitting on my bed, back against the bed frame with my knees raised in front of me, holding up my laptop. I had been spending the last few hours writing an essay for my English class, specifically answering the topic question my teacher had given everybody: "How do our past experiences influence our decisions?". The question was simple enough, it's a pretty universally recognized idea that stuff that happens to us has an effect on our decision making. I mean, that's what it means to grow, right? You gain more knowledge as you live through life and form new memories, and that helps you make more informed decisions in the future.
I've never really been too good at writing anything analytical, especially non-fiction. Essays and research papers that required informed arguments that helped to prove your point? Those were an entirely unknown game to me, one which I had never managed to breeze through. Of course, we were supposed to use some of the books we've read this year as evidence for our arguments, so that at least made it a bit easier, even if most of the books were ones from nearly five decades ago and definitely out of touch at this point. The sound of my laptop's keys clicking as I typed away were the only sounds I could pick up in the room. I had my earphones in for a bit, but those always hurt my ears after a while, so I had taken them out.
Looking at the time in the corner of my laptop screen, it was 4:43 PM. I started writing as soon as I got home from class, so I've only been going for about an hour. Unfortunately, this essay is a non-insignificant amount of my course grade, so I needed to finish this as soon as possible.
God, it's a Friday! I could be out doing something actually fun with Shae and the other guys. Isn't that the whole point of high school? That's what it always seemed like in movies, at least, but I guess I've been a victim of false advertising.
After a bit more time passes, the sound of my phone ringing from my desk brings me out of my writing trance. I sigh, setting my laptop next to me on the bed, not wanting to get out of bed, but eventually forcing myself into maneuvering over to the desk, I grab the phone and flip it open, looking to see the Caller ID.
Shaela.
I instantly accept the call, it's almost second nature at this point. She calls me at least once a day so she can tell me about whatever person is pissing her off that day, or whatever drama she's heard from her other friends. I was never really one for gossip, or whatever, but I did appreciate talking to her.
I put the phone up to my ear, "What's up?" I say, a tinge of fatigue in my voice.
"Hey! Just warning you that I'm like five minutes from your place and you don't have a say in the matter." She replied bluntly. I can hear the sound of cars driving by on the other side of the phone, so she's obviously outside, confirming her words.
I take a deep breath before speaking, "...Why?" I said with exasperated sarcasm.
"Because! I have something to tell you, and if I say it over the phone then I seriously doubt it'll work out in the way I'm hoping it does."
"That clears up nothing, actually, and now I regret picking up."
"Even if you didn't answer, that doesn't stop your parents from letting their son's lovely goody-two-shoes of a friend stop by for a visit!" She exclaimed, a mischievous tone subtly layered in her voice.
She's not wrong.
"Wow, you make this sound like you're sneaking into a high-security building or something." I say, utterly confused at her motives. "Obviously you can come over, but I'm not exactly filled with confidence at whatever you're planning."
"Like I said, I can't tell you yet, but it's gonna be awesome!" She said. There was an unusual perkiness to her that made itself pretty clear over the phone.
Before I can say anything, I'm met with the dial tone, signalling that she had hung up. The only thing I can do at this point is wait for her to get here, I guess. She always lets herself in when she comes over, so I don't make the effort to meet her downstairs. A sudden ping sound fills the quiet room, seeming to come from my laptop. I get back into bed, looking to see where the notification came from.
It's a message from Tyler.
He's definitely the newest member of our little group, if even that. I'm the only person in the group that he's actually friends with so far, despite my efforts to bring him along on any plans we all make. I only met the Grey Wolf back in February, at the beginning of the second semester, in the school's photography class. Nobody I knew signed up for it, and due to our prestigious high school's advanced budget for technology, we were forced to be paired up for shared computer use in the Photography Room. I suppose Tyler was also fortunate enough to not know anybody in the class, as we ended up being paired together by the teacher. He was definitely someone I could only describe as uninterested, as the first week or two I spent with him in that class consisted of him either giving me one word answers or answering in the most blunt, bored tone he could manage. Though, it seemed that it took a bit of persistence on my part to push him to be more open, and since then he's grown to be a pretty great friend.
Tyler: u goin to that party tonight ive been hearin about?
Party? I wasn't made aware of anything like that, at least... not yet. Something in the back of my brain was telling me that Shae had ulterior motives about coming to my place so suddenly, but I'm still hoping that I'm wrong. I hate parties.
Jake: party? havent heard anything, are u going?
Tyler: thinkin about it
think its gonna be over at chris's place, guess his parents r gone for the weekend or somethin
Jake: chrisssss? ughh that guy is such an asshole
Tyler: yeah u dont havee to go, but itd prob be more fun to have someone u actually know there
The way he worded that was directed at me, but I could tell he didn't want to go on his own.
Jake: i guess ill think about it
Tyler: sickk, call me if u make up ur mind
Before I can type my farewells over IM, Shaela energetically bursts through the door.
"Jesus! You scared the shit outta me, don't you knock?" I said, mildly exasperated.
"Oh come on, I literally called you a few minutes ago, you had plenty of time to not make a situation where it'd be a bad idea for me to barge in," She replies, laughing, before setting her bag on the ground and dramatically falling into my bed. "Today was garbage."
"What happened?"
"Ugh, Claire decided to just not show up, I guess, on the day we're supposed to present that stupid History project? And, obviously, she didn't give me her part of the project or anything, so I had tell Mr Thomas about the situation, which was fucking embarrassing." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Luckily, he said he wouldn't reduce my grade for handing it in late, since I actually had my part finished. God, what a bitch- I must've called her like thirty times before class to get her to email me her part, and every time it went straight to voicemail - and she told me last night that she'd have it ready for today!"
"Have you gotten a hold of her yet?" I asked, closing my laptop and setting it beside me.
Shae turns her head to me, shaking her head, "Nope, she's been ghosting me all day."
"Sounds like typical Claire."
"Yeah, I shouldn't have partnered with her, but apparently I can't say no to anyone, so..." I chuckle lightly in response. "Anyways! I didn't just come here to complain to you!" She says, sitting up on the bed, now facing towards me.
"Right... So what was so important that you just had to tell me in person?" I say, sarcastically.
"Like I said, if I asked you over the phone you would've definitely said no, and my ability to pressure you into doing things isn't as effective unless it's in person!" She responded.
I subtly rolled my eyes, but it's clear she noticed from the stare-down she gave me, "Okay, so what is it?"
"Soooooo..." She says, trying to find the rest of the words, "There's a party."
Wow.
"Wh- did everybody know about that party except for me?!?" I exclaimed.
Shaela's face quickly turns to an expression of shock, "Who told you?"
"Tyler did, like, not even five minutes ago." I say, bluntly.
"What? How does he know Chris?"
"Friend-of-a-friend, I'm guessing?"
"Hmm..." She hummed, thinking about something, "So, did you tell him you were going?"
"I specifically said I'd think about it, nothing definite." I made it clear in my tone that I wasn't particularly interested.
"Oh, come on, dude! It'll be fun!"
I didn't really have an interest in going, but I know it'd make Shae happy, plus it'd be nice to hang out with Tyler again even if we've only known each other for a couple months.
"...Fine. But, if Chris or any of his buddies start shit, I'm leaving."
"Awesome!"
"Lemme just call Tyler and let him know," I said as I grabbed my phone and flipped it open, finding Tyler in my contact list and dialling.
"You gonna bring him with-" The phone rings a few times before he picks up and I extend my hand out towards Shae in a shushing motion. She rolls her eyes, smirking.
"Hey? So are ya gonna go?" He said eagerly.
"Well, Shae showed up at my door literally right after you messaged me, asking the same thing!" I exclaimed in a fake-preppy voice. "So, I guess I have no choice since she'll probably just drag me there if I say no," I joked. She nods her head toward me in response.
"Oh, is she going too?" He inquired.
"Yeah, I guess so! Your place is kinda on the way to Chris', so we could probably meet you at your place and go from there."
"Yeah! Sounds good!" He quickly responded.
I laughed, "Okay, we'll call you when we get there?"
"Sure thing!"
We exchanged our farewells, and hung up. The party wasn't for at least another hour or two, so Shae and I had some time to burn, of which I was entirely out of ideas. I figured I could at least spend this time actually being productive, so I grabbed my laptop and continued on writing my English essay as Shae resumed her previous conversation topic of stuff at school that was pissing her off. It was pretty entertaining, to be fair. She was telling me about how Chris had gotten in a fight with this other kid in our grade yesterday after class, which I wasn't lucky enough to witness, but it was obviously all anyone would talk about for basically the entire day today so word spread around fast. The part I hadn't heard about was that both Chris and the other guy, Nathan, got suspended for a week because of it. Chris was generally an asshole to everybody, including myself, so I didn't feel too bad about that. Although, I didn't know Nathan all that well. Other than having a few classes together, I don't think I've ever held an actual conversation with the guy. I think it was safe to assume that Chris was the one who started it, and Shae seemed to agree with me, even though she hadn't seen the fight either.
"But, apparently Nathan's gonna show up tonight!" She exclaimed coyly.
"...Remind me again why you want me to go to this specific party?"
"You'll have a great time! It's not like we'll be involved in the drama anyway so think of it more as entertainment!"
"I think you and I have different definitions of the word 'entertainment'," I joked.
"I'm sure you can go run off somewhere with Tyler if you're not having fun," She said, her tone reminding me of my mom.
"Oh yeah? What about you?"
"I can't just leave Alex at a party with Chris, those two start shit between each other so much and I'd rather not deal with the aftermath of that today."
"I'm guessing it's safe to assume that Elliot's going too, then?"
"He's not big on parties, but he'll usually go if everyone else is, unlike somebody," She says, gesturing towards me.
"Good one," I reply, unmoving as I keep typing away at my assignment.
"Well, we should probably leave soon since we're stopping at Tyler's place on the way.
I saved the document I had been working on, closing my laptop. "Sounds good to me!"
---
"I can't believe you actually agreed to go." Tyler joked as we walked towards the road from his house.
"Yeah, me either." I replied. I definitely didn't put in any effort in dressing up for the party, opting for a snug space-themed graphic tee, along with black jeans and a white zip-up hoodie. Shae and Tyler both stand on opposite sides of me as we walk down the sidewalk.
"Luckily I learned the subtle techniques in convincing you to do things against your better judgement, so now you get to have fun for once!" Shae exclaimed.
"It's not my fault that going to a party is literally the last thing on earth I'd do for fun in any normal situation." I retorted, putting my hands in the pockets of my jacket.
"Oh yeah? And what do you consider a 'normal situation'?" Shae asks.
"Any situation where you guys aren't the ones trying to get me to go! I'm only doing this for you two, y'know." I said, looking over at both of them.
"What about Elliot and Alex?" Tyler chimed in.
"They aren't the ones asking me to go to this party." I sarcastically remarked, trying to keep the conversation light-hearted. "Speaking of the party- this is Chris we're talking about, there's gonna be beer, right?"
"Uh, duh?" Shae replied.
"Yeah, that's a definite no for me, I'm already enough of a disappointment to my parents,"
"No one's making you drink, Jake. At least you'd be safe if some old hag called the cops about the noise." Shae said.
"I think at that point we're guilty by association, so we'd just make a run for it if that happens," Tyler joked.
"Dude, the chance of me outrunning a police officer successfully is about as likely as me not wanting to punch Chris tonight."
"And the chance of you winning that fight is just as low!" Shae retorted, Tyler laughing in response.
"I specifically said 'want' because of that very reason!"
"Wow, I'd pay money to see you fight that guy." Tyler said, nudging his elbow into my side.
It isn't a secret that I'm not exactly athletic. I mean, I'm definitely not weak, but fighting basically any animal of a similar size to mine was not a situation that favoured my victory.
"That sounds more like just getting the shit kicked outta me for your entertainment." I remarked, lightly punching Tyler's shoulder in return.
"Absolutely worth every penny!" Shae exclaimed. Luckily, the place wasn't any more than ten minutes away from Tyler's place, so I didn't have to endure listening to these two talk about me getting beat up for much longer.
We finally make it to Chris' house, and I'm suddenly filled with an impending sense of regret. Obviously, my parents would never in a million years agree to me going to a party like this. As far as they know, I'm just spending the evening hanging out with Shae at Tyler's house. So yeah, this entire night had a lot of potential for disaster.
Shae can clearly see my hesitation, because she grabs my hand, leading me up the walkway, Tyler following closely behind.
"I wonder if Elliot and Alex beat us here?" She says, knocking on the front door.
"I doubt they had anything to do earlier, hell they probably came straight here after school, knowing Alex." I said, laughing.
Our conversation is cut short by the opening door, revealing the familiar black cat.
"Oh, look, the Stephenson kid brought his girlfriend!" Chris exclaimed mockingly, looking back into the house, before peering around my shoulder, "And... Tyler?" He said, inquisitively.
I lean over, blocking Tyler from his line of sight, "Yeah, hey, not dating by the way!" I said. I've known Shae since I first moved to Vestige, around the time I turned five years old, so it wasn't uncommon for rumours to go around that we were dating. I've always thought of her more as a sister, if anything.
"I asked them to come!" Tyler said. That was only partly true, but according to Tyler, they've been 'somewhat-friends' for quite a while now, so saying that would at least mean less mild-harassment from Chris for tonight.
"Oh, uh, okay... come on in! But you're on the hook for any shit they pull, Tyler!" He said, opening the door wider.
---
The party had been going on for a few hours at this point. I could recognize most of the animals here from school, but not enough to actually hold a conversation with any of them, so most of my time here had just been spent with Shae and Tyler. The place hasn't been incredibly crowded luckily, but there were easily about forty others in this part of the house alone. I'm assuming only high school grades were invited, but there were a considerable number of students to meet that requirement. The issue at hand for me, other than how crowded this place is, is that both Shae and Tyler ditched me to go... somewhere? I think Shae saw some of her friends and went somewhere with them, but Tyler was pretty secretive about where he was going, only telling me that he'd be back in a bit. So I've been standing here in this random corner of the house with a drink in hand, trying to make myself look busy and not awkward, which is exactly why I didn't want to go to this party in the first place!
"Jake!" A voice shouted from a ways away.
I turn my head in confusion, revealing Alex, walking towards me from across the room.
"Oh, Alex! Hey! What's up dude!" I finish the last bit of my soda, waving at him. Because this was Chris' party, there was obviously beer too, but I didn't feel like coming home drunk and my parents finding out.
"I didn't think you'd wanna come to something like this! Feeling the regret yet?"
"I like parties! It's the times like these when I'm standing in a corner by myself with nothing to do that I hate, which seems to happen every time I go to a party!" I exclaimed, pausing for a moment. "Okay, maybe I do hate parties- I've had to explain this so many times today I'm about ready to jump into Lake Ambuscade."
' "Wow, sounds like somebody needs to socialize instead of stewing in a corner for the rest of the night!"
"Socialize? Really? I know just about everybody here and just about none of them are worth talking-"
"Hang with me and Elliot, then? Justin set up some racing games in the other room, we were gonna join, but we could use a fourth... You in?" He said, his tone obviously trying to sound coercing.
"God, please, anything to get me out of this corner for the next three hours." I said, Alex returning my words with a laugh.
"Well, come on then! We'll have to hurry if we want to get one of the good controllers!" He exclaimed, motioning to follow him.
As we move through the various cliques, I recognize a few faces here and there, though not enough to actually want to talk to them. There's been music playing since we got here, and I have yet to recognize a single song, they all seem to be some form of drone-y bass-heavy music that I can't say I've heard in any normal situations. I'm doing my best to follow Alex, although he keeps weaving between the other animals faster than I can keep up, resulting in me having to shove past everyone near me in an effort to speed myself up. Luckily, it seems that no one notices me anyway.
When we arrive in the other room, it seems to just be another living room, but decorated with a galore of punk band posters, shelves holding more DVD cases than I would ever care to count, and even a mini-fridge. Maybe Chris is the type to have a 'man cave' or something? Just hearing that phrase almost makes me want to vomit, but there aren't any more accurate words that come to mind. The room isn't massive or anything, but the TV resting upon the wall across the room seems to challenge that idea, looking almost eighty inches in size. Luckily no randoms from the party were in here, sitting about ten feet away from the TV is Elliot, leaning back in a purple bean bag chair that seems almost three times bigger than him, and Justin, the cougar I'd only known slightly through Alex, laying down sideways on the couch directly in front of the gigantic screen.
"Whatttt! You took the bean bag chair? Lameee..." Alex whined.
"You're the one who wanted to go get Jake, you snooze you lose!" Elliot retorted, looking oddly proud of himself.
"Damn, wish I had a room like this at my house..." I mumbled, looking around the room.
"Are we gonna play or what?" Justin said, cutting through the momentary silence.
"Duh!" Alex claimed.
Justin sits up, taking the spot on the couch closest to Elliot. I opt for the leftmost seat, and Alex sits in-between the both of us. Elliot grabs the other three controllers and tosses them over at us, one by one. Luckily, there weren't any garbage third-party controllers, so at least none of us would have to deal with that. I will admit, it did feel kinda weird going to someone's party just to play games away from everybody, but I would be lying if I said I didn't prefer that, even though I rarely play games, if ever.
After Justin turns the console on, he goes through the menus, launching the game. I can't say I recognize the title, but it seems to be a pretty standard racing game. He goes into the custom mode, opting for a four-player split-screen match, choosing 'R1' as the category of cars to race in. As everyone chooses their cars, I scroll through the list, not really knowing what to pick. I've never been good with car stuff, so I pick an 'Aston Martin Lola' just based on the number-rating system the game ranks the cars with.
"You guys ready?" Justin asks.
"Oh yeah, get ready to eat my dust you guys!" Elliot exclaims, challengingly.
"Oddly prideful words for someone about to lose!" Alex replies, laughing.
The countdown begins, as the cameras slowly show the view of each car as it moves to the rear. When it starts, I somehow manage the fuckup of spinning my tires out, leaving me a few seconds behind the others as the car swerves back and forth. I curse under my breath as I try to regain control of the car, and swiftly pick up speed. The track seems like nothing I haven't seen before, a typical professional track, with rows and rows of audience seating to the side. Unfortunately, I'm now in last place. The next few moments of the track are a few quick corners, allowing me the chance to catch up, at least a little.
Unexpectedly, the track turns off of the main road, going into a forested area. The road is considerably more narrow at this point, so it takes a conscious effort to not drive into the trees by the asphalt. It looks like the road stretches on forever, as I still can't make out any upcoming turns. I guess the car I chose for the race had a better top speed than Justin's, as I'm quickly catching up to him, moving into third place. I'm gripping my controller to an uncomfortable degree, but I can't seem to relax the tension as I try to make my way into second place. I don't think I can pick up any more speed in this car, so me moving up is reliant on the road staying straight for just a bit longer. After what feels like a lifetime, the front of my car finally starts making it past Elliot's, then the midsection, and finally, I'm in second. The sound of all four car engines is drowning out any remnants of the video game music, and I feel the sudden urge to curse out whoever turned the TV volume up this high. My eyes are focused entirely on Alex's car as I make my final push into first place. If I were actually driving this fast in the real world, I'd be scared out of my fucking mind. Out of nowhere, Alex, and the others, begins to slow down considerably.
Oh fuck.
It's at that point I notice that there is a sharp right turn rapidly approaching. I've been pushing the top-speed of this car since the beginning of this stretch of road, and now I'm going too quickly to stop in time. What's the button to use the handbrake, again? I figure that the only way for me to not fuck up this race for myself is to try to drift around the corner. Considering I've never played this game before, it's going to prove to be a challenge. But, it's either that, or just ending up in dead-last again.
I hold down the A button, and pull the joystick as far to the right as possible. Suddenly, all I can hear from the game is the loud skidding sounds of my tires against the asphalt. To my surprise, I cut the corner a bit early, now going over the grass. I try to do a bit of directional-corrections and start heading back onto the track. Going over the grass definitely slowed me down a fair bit, but it definitely was a significantly better outcome over just crashing into the wall. And, to my surprise, the corner of my screen reads... first?!?
"How the fuck...?" Alex questions, seemingly in disbelief.
"I wish I could tell you." I replied, eyes wide at whatever the fuck just happened.
The distance I managed to gain on Alex isn't by a whole lot, but there's only about a quarter of the track left before we reach the finish line, so I have a chance at winning this. The track hurriedly changes from the forest as it reenters the main track. The long, straight roads seem to end as the road becomes a slow series of sharp turns, never giving me the opportunity to get back up to speed. It seems like the high top speed was my only advantage, because at every corner we take, I turn my camera around, revealing the other cars inching closer and closer to me.
I can see the finish line on the mini-map, just a few more turns away. I know that I'm not gonna be able to distance myself from Alex and the others at this point, so my only feasible strategy is to keep moving, cutting the corners as fast as I can, and getting to the finish line before they can pass me. Unfortunately, Alex's car seems to be getting too close for comfort now, meaning I might have to take some risks to ensure I can stay in first. As we approach the final turn, leading into the finish line, I realise I'm gonna have to try to drift this corner. I can feel my pointer finger practically cracking the plastic on the controller from the amount of pressure I'm putting on the right trigger. In a final plea to win, I push down on the A button, pulling the handbrake. The car starts to smoothly skid around the corner. Luckily, there are barriers on the sides of the road this time, preventing me from sliding onto the grass. To my surprise, the drift seems to work better than expected. That is, until, like the fucking idiot I am, make a slight overcorrection towards the left barriers as I exit the drift. I managed to avoid driving directly into the wall, but it did slow me down a bit.
Alex is immediately behind me, and I put all of my strength into accelerating towards the finish line. I'd be fucked if I broke the controller, cause I can't really afford the fifty dollars to buy a new one, but winning this race is more important to me at the moment. The finish line is only about five-hundred metres away, and Alex is slowly beginning to pass. All I can do at this point is push the gas as much as I can, and pray that I can cross the finish line before he can get back into first place. The finish line gets closer and closer, and it seems like it's gonna be too close for me to accurately tell the winner. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest from how stressful this fucking game has been, and now, we're about to find out whose efforts paid off. As each car makes its way over the finish line, each of our dedicated sections of the screen turns to slow motion. When it's finally over, the text fades in on each screen, revealing our place...
...
...
...Second?!?
"FUCK!" I shouted, realising I had been holding my breath since the final stretch of the race.
"HA! Dude, you suck!" Alex exclaimed, playfully shoving me.
"I think that was the most effort I've put into anything in my life." I said, setting my controller on the coffee table in front of me.
"Wow, that's dramatic," Justin remarked.
"Yeah, that's the usual for Jake," Elliot replied, laughing.
"You probably woulda won if you picked a better car, dude. That track was way too close-quarters so you should've gone with a car with better acceleration." Alex said.
"Wha- do you own this game?" I questioned, looking accusatory.
"...Yeah? It came out a few months ago, pretty popular right now." He replied.
"Ugh, this is what I get for playing with a bunch of gamers." I exclaimed, applying a disgusted tone to the last word.
"Not my fault you only play like one game a month!" Alex joked.
"Even then, I was like this close to beating you anyway!" I said, gesturing a minuscule distance between my thumb and pointer finger.
A voice interrupts our argument, coming from right outside the room, "Uh huh...
...
Really? That's bullshit! Come on...
...
Dude, give me a couple of days, I'll make it right!
...
Yeah, I swear."
It seems that we all stopped talking to listen in at the same time. "That sounds like Tyler... who's he arguing with?" Elliot asked. I can't make out the voice of whoever he's talking to, it just sounds like mumbling.
They seem to pause for a moment, and the sound of a single set of footsteps can be heard.
"Fuck..." Tyler says to himself, still out of view.
"...I should probably see what's up, you guys can keep playing without me." I say, getting up from my spot on the couch.
"Yeah, you do that! Less competition for me," Alex exclaims, laughing to himself.
"Hey, I can still beat your ass at this game, I know exactly which car to pick this time!" Elliot argued.
"Yeah, right! Guess we'll find out!"
I leave as the three start up another game, kind of glad I don't have to have another near-heart attack from playing again. When I get back into the dimly-lit hallway, Tyler is nowhere to be seen.
I look around, heading into the main room of the house to see if I can spot him. It's pretty difficult to see anything, because of how dim it is here, plus the sheer amount of animals crowding up the place. Despite that, I manage to spot the Grey Wolf a ways away, hurrying quickly into the bathroom.
As I shove my way through a few groups of teens, I almost fall over a few times, gaining confused stares from a few in the room. I lightly knock on the bathroom door, waiting for a response, "Hey, you okay Tyler?" After a few moments, I'm returned with no answer, "...Tyler-" Before I can finish my sentence, Tyler swiftly pulls open the bathroom door, pulling me in and shutting the door behind me, before sitting down on the side of the bathtub. As I'm about to say something, I hear the sound of him sniffling.
...Is he crying?
He's looking towards the floor, so I can't confirm it visually, but the sound definitely gives it away.
"Whoa, what's wrong? Did something happen?" I asked worriedly, not yet choosing to bring up the argument we overheard.
There's a few seconds of silence as he tries to bring himself together, not very successfully. "I- I... I don't- I don't think I can-"
"It's fine, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I tried to reassure him. He raises his head for a moment to look at me, trying to find words to say, instead opting to go back to crying, head in his hands. I've never been good with situations like this, so I sit down next to him, putting my hand on his upper back, softly patting.
"I'm sorry- I'm a fucking idiot. I shouldn't have asked you to come."
"Hey! I've been having fun! Don't worry about me, it seems like you're the one who shouldn't have come." I joke, in some effort to lighten the mood.
Shit, was that inconsiderate of me to say?
To my surprise, he manages to let out a light laugh, "Yeah, I'm starting to realise that."
"...Do you wanna leave, then? They know I didn't want to go here in the first place, so you could just say you're being nice and walking me home." I didn't know if he would actually take up that offer, but I know some guys have a weird thing about not wanting to seem 'uncool' and leaving a party early was definitely considered that.
He thinks for a moment, still sniffling pretty noticeably. "...okay, just- give me a minute, I don't want to go out there looking like this." He mumbles, looking towards the door.
"Yeah, that's fine." I said, continuing to rub around his neck area.
This definitely wasn't how I expected the night to go. But it was a sort of 'two-birds-with-one-stone' kind of situation. I get to help out Tyler, which is usually the other way around, I get to leave early, and hopefully Shae stops bugging me about going to parties, at least for a while.
Now that I think about it, that analogy is pretty messed up.
A few silent minutes go by as I sit next to the still-crying Tyler, waiting for him to recollect himself. Even though he hasn't actually said anything here, in the two months I've known him, this is probably the most vulnerable I've ever seen him. When I first met him, it was pretty accurate to describe him as the kind of guy who acts like he never feels emotion. Hell, even I refuse to be open about my feelings, but most of my friends see through that nowadays. Even now, I don't really understand why I do that. I guess it's just easier to not talk about shit like that? Is that why Tyler does it?
"I think I'm good now," He said, shaking his hands as he stood up.
"Okay, let's get out of this dumpster fire." I sarcastically remarked. Tyler shot me a confused look in return. "Whatever, let's just go."
I open the bathroom door, grabbing his arm as I lead him out into the main room. Almost immediately the voice of a certain black cat perks up behind us.
"Oh? And what did you two get up to in there?" Chris remarked, laughing, "I didn't know you guys were THAT kind of friends!"
God damnit. This stupid fucking feline.
"Yeah, it's too loud out here for me, I needed a break, he came with." I explained, Tyler standing closely behind me with a confused look on his face. Just roll with it, dude, I think to myself, knowing I probably shouldn't say that out loud.
"You know, I would believe that, but normal guys actually just go outside when they need a break." He replied.
"Well, hey! That's where we're going right now, so it all checks out!" I say in the bitchiest voice I can muster.
"Heh, sure thing, Jake." He said, sounding weirdly satisfied with himself. I didn't want to spend any more time in this fucking house than I needed to, especially while talking to Chris, so I continue on, pulling Tyler by the hand towards the exit. After a few moments, we make it to the front door. I promptly open it and we both head outside.
We're immediately greeted by the light of the moon and the starry sky as we head down the walkway toward the street. One of the few benefits of living in such a backwater town was the absence of any significant light pollution. I've been to Portland a few times for school field trips and such, and seeing the sheer difference in visible stars was absolutely staggering. I could only imagine what it would be like to go stargazing in the middle of nowhere.
"At least it's a nice night out." I said.
"Yeah..." Tyler replied, his mind clearly in a completely different place.
"I should probably tell Shae where we went, so she doesn't freak out trying to find us back there." I joked, pulling out my cell phone. Texting on my flip phone was an arduous task, but I didn't want to call her, so I had not much of a choice.
I send the text, and close my phone, returning it to my pocket. As we walk down the road, we stew in the silence, the only auditory sounds coming from the party still close by, and the local crickets chirping.
I won't lie, as much as I usually appreciate quiet, this is the loudest silence I've ever been stuck in. It goes on for more than five minutes. I could tell he wanted to say something, and I was eager to find out whatever was going on that started this in the first place. But, like the coward I am, I try to lighten the mood.
"Hopefully that satisfied your quota of me going to parties with you for a while, cause I do not plan on having the energy for something like that again for at least a few months." I said, awkwardly laughing. He doesn't respond, at least for a while, as he raises his hand, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "...Uhh, are you sure you don't wanna talk about it? I mean-"
"Can I tell you something?" He interrupted, his voice still cracking like it was in the bathroom.
"...Sure?" I replied, slightly confused.
"It's just that- I don't really know- like what-"
"-to say? Just think for a minute. No rush." That's what my dad always says whenever my mind spirals. I used to be really anxious, although I've been getting better at controlling my thoughts in the past few years.
When I went to text Shae a few minutes ago, my phone's clock read 9:48 PM. I'm supposed to be home at ten and we're still at least twenty minutes away, not even including the detour we'll take to get to Tyler's place. Which brings me to the realisation that, when we get to his house, I'm gonna have to walk the rest of the way home by myself, in the dark. If I get murdered by some serial killer this late at night I'm gonna fucking haunt Shae from the afterlife-
"I think I'm gay," He quickly says, his voice holding a noticeable increase in energy compared to what I've been used to tonight.
Well... can't say that's exactly what I was expecting. Was I expecting anything in particular? I honestly don't know anymore. His words took me by surprise, my brain is kind of scrambled right now. I look over at him - he's looking back at me, probably trying to gauge my reaction. I did my best to conceal any facial reaction, but it's pretty clear that my lack of a response is starting to become noticeable.
"...You... think?"
"Well, like- I don't know. I guess I've just been thinking for a while, and it makes sense... all things considered." He replied anxiously.
"That- That's great! Does anyone else know?"
"I only really realised a few weeks ago, so... no. But compared to anyone else, I probably trust you the most to not like- tell anyone?" He said, looking over at me again.
"Well, I appreciate the completely undeserved confidence you have in me," I joked, realising too late that now probably isn't the time for that, "Yeah, I promise I won't tell anyone."
"Thank you," He replies, a genuine smile strewn across his face.
A few minutes go by as we walk down the road, absorbing the positive energy we created. Having only known Tyler for a little over two months, it definitely surprised me knowing that he trusted me more than anyone else to keep a secret like that... I mean, despite the short amount of time since I met him, I'm as close to him as I've been to Shaela for the past eight years. Maybe even closer? I barely even tell Shae about my actual problems, at least the non-surface level stuff. So yeah, I guess it makes sense that he would trust me with something so important, I know I would absolutely trust him if it were me in that situation.
"...So, do you think you're gonna tell your dad?"
He didn't say anything for a moment as he stared down at the ground beneath him, "I'll probably have to tell him soon, if he has to find out from some asshole that isn't me it'd make it ten times more difficult than if I just said it myself."
I agreed, and we let the conversation cut itself off as we finally approached Tyler's house. I followed him up the walkway and stood on the patio, making sure he actually got inside. He tries the doorknob eagerly, to no avail. Realising that it was locked, he reaches into his pocket for his key - again, to no avail.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Tyler mumbled under his breath, clearly done with tonight. All of the lights were off in the house, signalling that his dad was not awake.
"Maybe you'll wake him up if you knock? Then he can let you in."
"Nonono, he thinks I'm staying at your place! If he finds out I went to a party I'm in deep shit," He whispered.
Of course. If I had to lie to my parents, why would I expect anything different from anyone else?
"Okay, uhh... maybe we can make that lie... not a lie?" I said, sounding weirder than I'd like.
Tyler looked at me, confused for a moment, eyes widening as he realised what I meant, "I can't let you do that, I've already forced you through too much shit tonight."
"Oh, come on, of course you can sleep at my place for the night! My parents think I'm at your house right now, so I can just tell them that we both went over there early in the morning. They love you anyway, so it won't be a problem!"
He didn't move at all, still looking reluctant, "Are you sure it won't be... weird? I don't want to put you in an awkward situation cause of w- what I told you."
"Dude, that couch in my room has a hide-a-bed if you don't want to share mine. Either way, we're friends, aren't we? I trust you."
After a few moments of silence, he speaks up, "...I guess so-"
"Great, then it's settled!" I said, putting my arm around his shoulder as I led him back down the walkway.
---
Once we make it to my place, walk up the creaky wooden steps of my patio as I fish the house key out of my pocket. Tyler's standing closely behind me, looking awkward as ever, clearly not knowing what to do with his hands as he switches between putting them in his pockets and clasping them together.
I turn the key on the lock and try the door, noticing that It's completely pitch black inside the house. My parents usually go to bed at 10 PM, and it was well past that at this point. I lock the door behind us as I reach for my pocket, grabbing my phone and flipping it open to use as a barely-useful flashlight. I take Tyler's wrist as I lead him through the furniture of my living room and up the stairs. The only sounds in the house come from the soft ticking of a clock in the kitchen, the sound of which has always freaked me out whenever I'd come downstairs at three in the morning. Despite my best efforts to be as quiet as possible, the old wooden boards of the stairs prove my effort to be futile as they creak with every step. I can only hope that both of my parents have fallen asleep by now, or else they'd definitely have heard us. As I take Tyler down the hallway, walls strung with various family photos and art fit for a motel, I hear no sounds coming from the master bedroom, relaxing some of my tension.
Once we make it to my room, I breathe a sigh of relief as I turn on the overhead light, hoping my mom doesn't find out and try to lecture me in the morning, "Okay, hide-a-bed or mine, your choice!"
"Hide-a-bed." He replies.
"Sure thing, lemme show you how to set it up," I say as I remove each couch cushion one by one. The couch is sitting directly under my massive bedroom window, illuminated by the glow of the moon. Under the cushions is a black folded-up contraption, bearing a metal handle. I grab the handle and start pulling the bed out from the couch. As the first section of the bed comes out, Tyler stands next to me and helps unfold the second section, and finally the third.
I move over to open the closet door, "I have some spare pillows and blankets in here."
"So, why do you have a spare bed... thingy... in your room anyway?" He asked.
"My cousins' family came to visit from the other side of the country a few years back, so my parents made the cousins stay in my room and gave me our old couch that used to be in the living room. They were here for like two weeks, it was fucking awful," I remarked, pulling a comforter out of the closet and unfolding it out on the mattress.
"That sounds miserable," Tyler sympathized.
"It was, but hey, now I got a sick as fuck couch in my room! And it works as a great place for certain friends to sleep when they wanna spend the night," I said sarcastically, looking over at Tyler as I grabbed the pillows from the closet, tossing them to one end of the bed.
He turned his head, baffled, "Was that a dig on me?" He questioned.
"Depends on how you took it I suppose," I replied, smiling cunningly.
"You're the one who offered, dude- are you sure you didn't drink at the party? You've at least doubled your usual level of sarcasm." He retorted.
"Nope, unless somebody spiked my soda!" I joked, but the realisation slowly set in, "Oh shit- maybe someone spiked my soda?!?"
"Don't freak out, I seriously doubt someone would spike your drink,"
"God, I hope so, if my parents found out I went to that party, that'd be one thing, but if I got drunk? I doubt I'd see the outside world for months," I sighed.
"Even if you were drunk, it's not like you would still be drunk in the morning for them to find out, anyway."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said, letting out a yawn shortly thereafter. "Fuck, I didn't realise how tired I am." Looking at my alarm clock, it was 10:37 PM. That wasn't terribly late, I've definitely stayed up later when there was an assignment due the next day that I forgot about, but even before I met up with Alex and Elliot, that party was just wearing me down. "At least I can sleep in 'till like noon tomorrow. You sure you don't need anything before I pass out from exhaustion?"
"No, I'm okay, I think. And, thank you... Jake." He replied, smiling at me.
"No problem, dude!" I quietly exclaimed as I turned off the bedroom lights and hopped into bed. I can practically feel my muscles dissolve as I lean into the mattress, pulling the heavy blankets over me as I close my eyes.
I can't help but feel something itching in the back of my brain. I never did find out why Tyler was even crying back at the party. Was it related to what he told me after? He sounded pretty upset when he was talking to whoever it was in the hallway, too, so maybe that was why? We've already talked about so much shit tonight, though, and I definitely did not have the energy to have another huge conversation about something like that. It could definitely wait until tomorrow.
Soon, I feel my consciousness drift away, the only sound I can make out being the slow breathing of Tyler, across the room.
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As I wake up, I'm blinded by the bright sun shining in through my windows, directly into my eyes. I glance over at my alarm clock, feeling incredibly groggy and sore, noticing that it's 11:13 AM. Usually, the latest I'd sleep in on weekends was only around ten, but I guess it took a lot of my energy yesterday to try to tune the party out. At least it's over.
I slowly sit up, yawning as I lean back against the bed frame. I glanced around the room, noticing that the hide-a-bed had been folded back into the couch, Tyler nowhere to be seen. I reach over to my bedside table to check my phone, finding an unread text from him, sent a few hours ago.
Tyler: hey
woke up early, figured youd want 2 sleep in.
will call u later, might have somthin big i wanna share, will see
A pair of oddly cryptic messages. Guess that confirms he isn't here anymore.
At least it was a Saturday, meaning that I had full permission to be a slob. I get out of bed, deciding to skip my usual shower until after breakfast. Other than the snacks that were out at the party, I ate practically nothing last night. I could almost feel my stomach turning itself inside out, so I hurried out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen to have some breakfast.
The first thing I notice when I get downstairs is my mom, sitting on the couch with a book. I head straight to the kitchen, trying not to make myself stand out.
"Jake! Finally woken up, I see." She remarked, still looking at her book.
"Hey, mom!" There's a moment of silence as I grab a bowl out of the cupboard, as well as a box of cereal, and begin to pour.
She speaks up, "Your friend, Tyler, seemed to be in a hurry to leave this morning, anything I should know about?"
"...Not that I know of? Like what?" I questioned as I poured some milk from the fridge, grabbed a spoon, and sat at the kitchen counter.
"Well, it's not like we didn't notice that you weren't home by ten like your father asked you to be, so obviously you must have a good excuse for why you didn't at least call to let us know you'd be late?" She replied. I could tell when she started talking all responsible-parent-like, it meant that she was gonna lecture me about something.
I sighed, thinking of the right thing to say. "...Well, Tyler was going through some things... so I was trying to help him with that, I guess. Time just kinda flew by and I wasn't able to get home 'till later."
"So he spent the night here? Weren't you at his house?" She asked as I ate a spoonful of cereal.
"Yeah... we went out for a bit and once I noticed how late it was I offered to let him spend the night at our house since it was closer," I said. Almost entirely a lie, but definitely preferable to the truth.
"Jake..." She said, setting her book down on the coffee table in front of the couch, walking over to me, and resting a hand on my shoulder. "You're sixteen now, obviously we don't expect you to tell us everything you're up to nowadays. But we worry about you! I worry about you. Just for future reference, please let us know if you're gonna be home late or anything like that."
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind," I said, looking up at her.
"Great! Now, I have to go meet a friend for lunch, please try not to burn the house down while I'm out!" She said as she grabbed her purse and keys off of the counter, hurring out the door.
"No promises, love you!" I said as she closed the door behind her.
Well, I guess that went... better than expected? I doubt she believed that story I made up, but I guess as long as I don't break curfew without telling them, I should be fine.
Having the house to myself wasn't totally uncommon. Considering my dad was gone during the day five days a week, and my mom would head out to go meet friends or run errands pretty often, I got some much needed alone time often enough to not go mad.
As I finish my bowl of cereal, I realise that I probably should go shower as soon as possible, considering the night I had. I put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and head back upstairs. I grab a towel from my room and head into the bathroom, grabbing my various fur care products out of the cabinet for after the shower. As I turn the shower on, I hear the sound of my ringtone going off in the pocket of my pants on the floor. I sigh annoyedly, walking over and trying to figure out which pocket my phone was in. When I flip open the phone, the Caller ID reads out Tyler's name.
"Tyler! What's up?" I ask eagerly, hoping to find out what the news he cryptically texted about was.
"Jake- fuck, I messed up, I shouldn't have- what am I gonna do?" He said anxiously, sounding almost out of breath.
"Hey! Slow down, what's wrong?" I questioned.
"I'm such a fucking idiot! Why did I think this would be a good idea? Jake, I'm so sorry-"
"Tyler! Calm. Down. Just take a few deep breaths," I said. After a few moments, I can hear his breathing steadying on the other side of the call. "Okay, good. Now, what's wrong?"
There's a short pause as he tries to find the right words to say. It sounds like he's been crying. What even the fuck has been the past twenty-four hours?
"Can- do you think I could crash at y- your place for a few more nights? I don't know what to do."
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pancake breakfasts (tom holland x reader)
requested: hi um so maybe you and tom (who is ur best friend) go to the bar for some fun and some guy tries drugging your drink (whether he does or not is up to u) and tom protects you and brings you home safe. (also u can add other stuff idrk how to do this)
summary: ^ i mean there it is basically HAHA
warning: some foul language, date rape drug
word count: 1776
you stare out the window and watch the people on the sidewalks. some are just standing there, some are walking, maybe even a light jog to get where they need to be.
you let out a little sigh you didn't know you were keeping in and looked to your left. tom was sitting on his phone, not paying attention. you playfully smacked his phone from behind, sending it down on his feet.
"you're a bitch," he laughs picking up his phone but this time placing it on his lap.
you smile, turning your head back to the window and see the red and green neon lights that read: HOLLYWOOD CLUB CRAWL.
"yeah, this is it on the right!" you said to your uber driver, he nodded and pulled over letting you and tom.
tom takes your hand and you both run across the street to the club. you get inside with no problem and find a spot at the bar. you both had pregamed just a little bit.
just a little.
"YOU. ARE. MY BEST FRIEND," tom yelled downing a shot and pointing at you.
"you're MY BEST FRIEND TOO," you said back astonished. "i am-i am gonna go dance now!" you stuttered, hoping off your bar stool.
you reached your hand back for tom to grab to come dance. he shook his head and you frowned. "i have to use the bathroom, i'll be-be right back," he stammered, taking his phone in hand and heading off to the bathroom.
you turned around and went out onto the dance floor. you quickly were asked to dance by a man slightly taller than you. he had jet black hair and was wearing khaki shorts and a button up.
you nodded your head because, what the hell! right? you danced with him and ended up grinding on him to the music.
"you're so hot," he whispered in your ear. you kinda ignored it and kept dancing, the alcohol in your system making you more confident than usual.
that's when the guy, who you didn't even know his name started grabbing you where you didn't want to be grabbed. that's when you stopped dancing and turned towards him.
thinking quick you said, "my boyfriend is waiting for me! i better go!" you turned to leave without letting him respond.
as you turned he grabbed your arm, "boyfriend?" he shouted over the music.
"yep!" you tugged on your arm.
"damn, alright!" he let go and made his way deeper in the dance floor. with a sigh you go back to your bar stool and tom was just returning from the bathroom.
you decided not to tell him, knowing he would spend the rest of the night making sure you were safe and you didn't want a babysitter.
you downed a few more shots, alongside tom. finally asking the bartender for a glass of beer. and you decided that would be your last drink. Â at least for a while.
tom wanted to dance now, pulling you out on the dance floor with your beer still in hand. you both danced crazily to the music alongside other drunk girls and guys who planned to hook up.
"hold on!" you scream and run to put your drink down on the table, coming back seconds later to keep dancing.
tom spun you around and quickly pulled you in close to him.
you had never really noticed but his eyebrow had this thing where is kinda swooped up. you don't know why but you found it kind of cute in the moment. you were so close to him that you could notice small details of his face.
the bridge in his nose from breaking it so many times. the small scar on his chin from his brothers and him roughhousing, his unusually small but very adorable lips, and the specs of joy in his hazel eyes. you couldn't help but just start to smile at him.
it had felt like light years of you being that close to him. being as drunk as you were, you sorta started to lean in to kiss him.
but he pulled back and started stammering.
"fuck, i'm-im sorry i-" you started saying, backing up a little bit.
"no, it's okay. really i-"
but you had already started walking away. back to the bar to down the entire rest of your beer. you can't believe you just did that.
not even because you're best friends, you both had kissed before it's not like it's weird.
it's because you sorta had feelings for him in way that wasn't just best friends. you wanted more than just friends.
you wanted pancake breakfasts after a sleep over, you wanted to cuddle while watching scary movies, for him to cuddle you even tighter during the scary parts, you wanted goodbye and hello kisses.
you wanted to go on cute dates to the cinema, having a waitress know your order at a small diner, going to the beach at sunset with him, and just be a couple.
you wanted a relationship with him.
tom just wanted to be friends. which is fine. it's perfectly fine.
you got back to the bar after what felt like ages and grabbed your beer and chugged it hard. tom had followed close behind you and began speaking.
he was speaking but you couldn't hear any of the words he was saying. it was like he was mouthing his words. you went to speak and all that came out was stutters and nothingness.
you began to look around, your vision was hazy and very unsteady but you could see the guy from before at the other end of the bar, he was watching you.
you looked back to your drink and then back to tom who had noticed something was wrong.
taking in a deep breath, you tried to take a few steps but fell to your knees. you could hear tom yell your name and try and help you up. after a while everything just went black.
**
you let out a deep groan and opened your eyes.
your head was pounding but you were back in toms apartment, laying in his bed.
you looked over and he was no where to be found, you looked to the bed side table and saw a bottle of water and motrin.
you smiled at how sweet he was. you took three motrin and downed the water bottle.
it took everything in you to move but once you did you were fine.
somehow you were now wearing an over sized t shirt and baggy sweat pants. you shook your head, not caring and went downstairs.
you saw tom in the kitchen and he was cooking.
he was making pancakes.
"hi," you said softly, squinting your eyes at the bright lights in his apartment.
"oh my gosh, hi," tom gasped, coming around the island and giving you a hug. to which you returned. "are you okay? how do you feel? did you take the motrin? i hope you don't mind i got you-"
"tom i'm fine, yes i took the motrin. thank you," he smiled back at you.
"good," he took your hand and brought you to the chair at the island and sat you down and he returned to making pancakes.
"what, uh, what happened last night?" you asked. maybe you could play it off like you didn't remember trying to kiss him, maybe he doesn't even remember he was quite drunk too.
"some asshole drugged your drink, the bartender went back and looked at the films. after you passed out they arrested him,"
"holy shit-"
"you really scared me," he said to you, looking up from the pancakes and starring directly at you. "i thought you were gonna, well, uh, die."
"i didn't, i'm okay."
"i know, and i'm thanking every god on the world for that," he sighed.
you decided to just come clean. "i'm sorry that i tried to kiss you, i was just really drunk-"
"you only did it because you were drunk?" he interrupted you quickly.
"y-yeah," you looked down, playing with your hands.
"oh,"
there was a little silence after that. you didn't want to come clean with everything just yet. he doesn't need to know about your weird crush on him.
"why're you, uh, making pancakes?"
he smirked, "because when we got home last night and i put you in bed you kept mumbling in your sleep that you wanted a pancake breakfast after a sleepover."
you laughed along with him.
"you also said that you wanted to cuddle watching scary movies, goodbye and hello kisses, dates to the cinema. you just kinda kept talking," he was fully smirking now, but only looking at the pancakes he was making.
you were utterly horrified. you kept your stare down at your hands, popping your fingers and playing with them, not sure what else to do.
he said your name and you looked up. "i pulled back last night because i was scared you were just doing it because you were drunk."
"what?"
"i didn't want to kiss you only to find out you just did it because you were drunk. i would want it to mean something.." he trailed off.
he flipped a pancake and slowly looked up at you.
he had the cutest puppy dog eyes there could ever be.
"you're right, it- it wouldn't have meant anything to me last night," he looked down, almost hurt. you got up off your chair and went next to him.
you tugged on the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, reaching up you cupped his cheek. "but it means something now." you leaned up a tiny bit and kissed him.
he didn't even have to think about kissing you back, he just did it. he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you closer- if that was even possible- and dropped the spatula on the counter with his other hand which he placed on your cheek as well.
"can i tell you something?" he asked pulling away, you nodded. "i wasted so many years by not telling you how i felt, because i think you felt the exact same  way, the entire time."
"we're really stupid, aren't we?" you both laughed and you kissed him again.
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The one where he blipped and you didnât (Ch. 1)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: Peter blipped. You didnât. Now youâre both the same age and heâs confused by the kid he used to know and the girl you are now.
Word Count: 3k-ish
Warnings: Language, INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS
A/N: Okay, this is Chapter One to this series. Itâs a little long, I got carried away (sorry not sorry). Let me know what you think! Remember I also do requests, pls donât get discouraged by my amateur profile, Iâm still figuring it all out :)
Read the intro first
CHAPTER ONE
"Y/N, get your ass out of bed, you're going to be late." you heard Rhodey scold through your open door.Â
"Language" you mumbled sleepily.Â
"Goddamn- I don't have time for this." you heard him grumble under his breath and suddenly the fluorescent lights in your room switched on and you yelped in surprise, flinging the covers over your head. Rhodey chuckled and you heard your door swing shut.Â
"If I come back in 20 minutes and you're still in bed, I'm going to personally fly you to school." he said through the door and walked away.
You smiled sleepily. Rhodey, though he was tough on you, cared about you like his own daughter. Nearly eleven years ago your mother had died in a car crash and you were sent to live with your father, Tony. You, being so young, were excited to finally meet your father. Tony, on the other hand, was a wreck. He had just announced to the world that he was Iron Man and the last thing he wanted was to take care of and raise a child, whether it be his or not. He had all intention of sending you off to boarding school but, when he met you, he refused to make the same mistakes his father did. You instantly melted his heart with your smile and your big E/C eyes. After deciding to take you in, he asked Rhodey to be your Godfather, not that he was a very religious man, he just wanted someone else to be there for you if there came a day that he couldn't.Â
Deciding not to test Rhodey's threat, you rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror, in the such loving words of Peter, looked as if death had walked over you...twice. It wasn't a secret that, since the battle and your dad's death, you haven't been sleeping well. Thankfully, nightmares were a thing of the past ever since Bruce gave you something that evaded them. You remembered waking up screaming, tears streaming down your face, causing Rhodey to come and calm you down in the middle of the night. Every night you were forced to relive a part of the battle, and every night you were forced to see your dad die. Now, your sleep was a void that, although lacked the trauma, was a difficult place to find peace.
You scrubbed your face and brushed your teeth, avoiding your face in the mirror, and walked back into your room. Not really in the mood to dress nice, you pulled on some black tights and a big sweatshirt that was draped over your desk chair. You slipped on your converse and walked back into the bathroom to put concealer under your eyes. The last thing your need is for one of your teachers to send your to the counselors office because of your physical appearance...again.
Deciding you looked presentable, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and started downstairs before rushing back to your room to grab your phone, still charging on your nightstand. You found 6 new messages.Â
(1) Spider-thing: Hey are you gonna go to Flash's party tonight?
(2) Spider-thing: Don't tell me you slept in again
(3) Spider-thing: ok nvm I'll see u at school
(4) Ned: Hey Y/N u wanna go to Flash's tonight?Â
(5) Ned: Peter might confess his undying love for u, u never knowÂ
(6) Flash: Hope to see u at my party tonight I'll b waiting ;)
You rolled your eyes at Flash's text, and clicked the notification form Ned.Â
Y/N: yeah right after he confesses his undying love for FlashÂ
He replied immediately, making you chuckle.Â
Ned: I'm telling u, he's got it bad 4 uÂ
You rolled your eyes and slipped your phone in your back pocket. You found it funny; Ned's obsession with the idea of you and Peter as a couple, and sometimes you went along with it just to tease Peter, but that's all it was, teasing. Sure, he was hot and sweet and funny and, before the snap, these things nourished a major crush that bloomed in your little pre-teen heart. But things changed, you got older and, when he came back the same age as you, you had to remember that he probably still saw you as that little girl he used to babysit.Â
~TIME SKIP~
"Bye Happy, I'll see you after school!" you said, blowing Happy a kiss as you closed the car door. Happy rolled down his window.Â
"Call me if anything happens. Just call and I'll come and get you."Â
"I will." you said watched him drive off. Happy was, despite the fact that it's been a few months since everything happened, still worried about you. You didn't mind it though, you loved him for it.
Sighing, you walked into the building that leered over you. For the first time today, you realized how heavy your backpack was and you made a beeline for your locker. You smiled sadly and recalled how Nat would always get after you for carrying too much and you would get the lecture about how, even though you were an Avenger, you still had to take care of yourself. You stacked the books in your locker, slammed the door shut, and found yourself face to face with Peter.Â
"SHIT!" you shrieked as he howled with laughter.Â
"You shoulda- you should have seen your face" he said between breaths.Â
You rolled your eyes and shoved him into the lockers.Â
"This isn't funny you idiot, I could have attacked you" you said despite the smile growing on your lips.
"I can take you Stark" he said, regaining his breath.Â
"In your dreams Parker"
It was his turn to roll his eyes. It was then that you noticed the two coffee cups he held. You sighed in relief and gratefully took one from him.Â
"Anyway, you ignored my texts this morning. You wanna go to the party?" he said falling in step with you as you walked towards your first class.Â
"I don't know. Flash's parties always end with someone almost drowning in the pool or jumping off the roof."Â
"Oh c'mon, let's go. Maybe this time it'll be Flash jumping off the roof and it'll put us all out of our misery."Â
You couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled from your lips and you were about to reply when someone called you from behind.Â
You both turned to see Brad Davis walking briskly towards you. You smiled at him and slowed your pace so he could catch up.Â
"Hey Y/N, hey Peter." he said walking up beside you.Â
"Sup" Peter grumbled. You sent him a sideways glare and turned to up at Brad.
Despite the numerous times you questioned Peter about his silent grudge against Brad, he could never give you a straight answer on why he hated him. "I don't trust him" he would always say, but you could never figure out why. Brad, like you, survived the snap and, because you were both in the same grade, became friends.Â
"Are you guys going to the party tonight?" he asked.
"Jeez, is that the only thing everyone cares about?" you said jokingly.
"Well, it is the only good thing about high school" he said, making you laugh.Â
Over the past couple of years, Brad was the person who got to hear all the complaints you had about high school. He had always been an annoyingly upbeat guy and he took all your complaints in stride, turning them into something that you should be grateful for. The last five years gave you very few things to be grateful for, but Brad was one of them.Â
"You're definitely right about that. But, yeah we're planning on going" you said, slightly nudging Peter next to you.
"Awesome. I'll see you there then." Brad said and waved as he turned down a passing hallway.Â
"Aw, I love Brad" you said fondly as you watched him disappear in the growing crowd of students. You looked up at Peter just in time to see him roll his eyes at your comment. You frowned at him, annoyed of his attitude.Â
"Dude, seriously, what the hell is your problem?"Â
 "Nothing. He just rubs me the wrong way I guess." he said with a shrug.
It was your turn to roll your eyes.
 "Oh c'mon. you're just mad that he became hot while you were gone and now all the girls want him"Â
"It's just weird. One day he was this tiny annoying kid and the next he's huge." Peter said before bringing his coffee to his lips.Â
"Well it wasn't like that for all of us." you reminded him. "And how is that weird for you? You literally got bit by a spider and became hot overnight."Â
At your words Peter choked on his coffee and coughed furiously, trying to breathe through the hot liquid.Â
"Y-you think I'm hot?" he spluttered in disbeliefÂ
For about the millionth time this morning, you rolled your eyes at him.Â
"Dude, have you seen your abs? I had the biggest crush on you and your stupid hot spider muscles" you said with a smirk.
Peter stopped in his tracks in the middle of the hall and stared at you with huge eyes.
 "You had a crush on me?"Â
 "Yeah, when I was like 13. You don't think I actually needed so much help on my algebra homework, did you? What's the matter with you?" you said laughing
Peter was staring at you like you had just dropped from another planet.
"I-I just never knew you felt that way about me." he said, eyes still wide.
You rose your eyebrows at him.Â
"Yeah, well, I was a kid. I also thought the tooth fairy was real. I grew up. Anyway, let's forget that I was once a pre-teen and move on."
Peter furrowed his eyebrows at you, but let the subject go. He walked quietly beside you and barely even acknowledged you when you turned into your calculus class, telling him you'll see him later. Confused, you shot a text to Ned.
Y/N: Dude Peter's being weird
Ned: He's always weird what's ur point?Â
Y/N: true
Y/N: ur right, nvm I'll see u at lunch
Ned: cool
Accepting that Ned was right, you chose to forget about Peter and try to focus on the party that awaited tonight as your teacher started the lecture. 'Derivatives' you thought with a smirk, 'what childâs playâ.
~TIME SKIP~
"Alright losers, we'll meet at Peter's place at 7 then, right?" you said as the three you you walked out of the school's parking lot.
"Yeah definitely. I'm thinking about bringing back my hat. Betty says it compliments my face structure, whatever that means." Ned said, earning a laugh form you.Â
"Earth to Peter. You are being uncharacteristically quiet" you said to Peter who was staring into space as you walked.
"Sorry, right. My place at 7." he said, jolting from his daze.
You eyed him, but, before you could question his behavior, you heard a familiar honk and turned around to see Happy waiting for you.Â
"I'll see you guys tonight." you said with a wave, and walked toward the car.Â
Peter watched the car drive away, and as soon as it disappeared down the road, he turned to Ned.Â
"Y/N used to have a crush on me!" he blurted out.Â
Ned furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay, and?"
"What do you mea- she used to like me! Like, like me like me" Peter saidÂ
Ned smirkedÂ
"And you're so freaked out about this why?"Â
Peter stared at him. "I don't know. It's just weird"
"Or is it because you just found out that the girl you are head over heels for used to have a crush on you?"Â
Peter rolled his eyes.Â
"I do not have a crush on Y/N, how many times to I have to tell you. And, anyway, I'm not freaked out, it's just weird."Â
"Sure Peter."Â
~TIME SKIP`
You knocked on the door to Peter's apartment and dusted yourself off, waiting for someone to answer. You were excited to get to the party and relax for the first time this week. You looked down at your outfit for about the millionth time and inspected it. You were wearing a black sheer long sleeve with a solid black stripe around your chest and a pair of distressed light wash skinny jeans and black platform doc martin boots.
You were adjusted the hem of your top when May opened the door and immediately enveloped you in a big hug.Â
"Y/N how are you? I feel like I haven't seen you in so long."Â
You had actually seen her last week, but you smiled at her comment.Â
"I'm good May. Are the boys here?" you asked, walking into the apartment. Â
"Yeah they are in Peter's room. Maybe you can help Peter find something to wear, he's more indecisive than I am." she chuckled.Â
"I'll see what I can do." you said with a chuckle and walked toward his closed door but stopped when you heard them talking.
"It's obvious that you like her Peter, all you have to do is tell her.â you heard Ned say through the door.Â
Peter had a crush on a girl? Why hasn't he told you about it? You didn't really know how to feel about this new information. Peter was your best friend and, sure he had every right to like who he pleases, but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt. You were always the only girl in his life, even when you were younger, and you couldn't imagine Peter with anyone else. I mean, youâre not dating or anything. But, it was not your decision to make, and with that final thought, you pushed your feelings aside and opened the door to reveal Peter standing in the middle of the room in just his boxers.
"Y/N!" he shouted, his face turning beet red.Â
"Oh relax Peter, it's not like I've never seen you like this" you said with a playful smirk.
It was true, you were always the one to patch him up after a bad patrol.Â
"Anyway, May told me that you couldn't figure out what to wear so I've come to the rescue." you said and walked past him to his closet.Â
Peter, for the first time, realized what you were wearing and his face flushed even darker. He took in you sheer top that showed your stomach and back and the skinny jeans that accented your...
"Y/N you look really nice" Ned piped up from the bed, wiggling his eyebrows at his visibly flustered friend.Â
"Aw thank you Ned" you said, turning from the closet with an armful of clothes which you handed to Peter who refused to meet your eyes.
 "Okay, put this on" you said to Peter, and walked out of the room to chat with May in the meantime.Â
"May, has Peter talked to you about any girls recently?" you said as you walked into the kitchen where she was drying dishes.Â
She looked up and gave you a faux look of surprise.Â
"No, not recently. Why do you ask?" she said, handing you the plate she was holding.Â
She, like Ned, also had her suspicions about the relationship between you and Peter. Sheâd always noticed the way Peter looks at you and the way his face just lights up whenever she mentions you. She, too, thought the pair of you would make a great couple.
You went to put the plate in it's respective cabinet and shrugged. "I don't know, I was just wondering."Â
She smiled at you. "I don't know, I always thought he would end up with you." she said slyly, picking up another dish.Â
Your eyes widened, and you were about to answer when Peter appeared in the doorway. He was wearing the simple outfit you had picked for him: dark blue jeans and a black tee shirt. You couldn't help but admire how the shirt accented his abs and his toned arms.Â
"You look good Pete." you said and chuckled at the light blush that dusted his cheeks.Â
"just one more thing" you said as you walked up to him and reached for his head. He leaned back and looked down at you in confusion.Â
"Oh c'mon, don't you trust me? I won't bite." you said, smiling.Â
He narrowed his eyes at you playfully, but leaned back toward you and you carded you fingers through his hair, mussing it up.Â
You fixed you attention on his hair and you missed the way he closed his eyes and leaned into your relaxing touch. He was also acutely aware of how close you were to him and the intoxicating smell of your perfume.Â
"You guys ready?" Ned said suddenly from behind, and you pulled away, ending the moment Peter was relishing.Â
You stepped back and admired your work. "What do you think May?" you said without taking your eyes off of him.Â
"He's never looked better" she replied teasingly and Peter rolled his eyes as you laughed.Â
"Yeah, can we just go already?" he said, faking annoyance and smiled at you.Â
"Yeah, let's go!" you said and you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door, Ned and May trailing behind you, sharing a knowing glance.Â
You led him through the hallway, toward the exit and Peter tried his hardest to ignore the tingling in his hand as it held yours. He didn't want to admit it, but, recently, he couldn't remember what is was about you that reminded him of a sister. It was becoming harder to see you as the little 13 year old he used to know, but he couldn't tell Ned that yet. He didn't want to have to deal with any 'I told you so's right now, so he just relished the feeling of your hand in his and, for the first time this week, began to really look forward to the party.Â
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poetry â kim seungmin
word count: 2k
summary: why are crushes so difficult?
âwhy are crushes so difficult?â
this was kim seungminâs dilemma.
he flops down on his best friendâs bed, glaring at the romance movie posters plastered on the walls.
âwhatâs so difficult about them, minnie? theyâre fun! you get butterflies and blushy and you start trying to write poetry...all that fun stuff?â his best friend, hwang hyunjin, didnât even look up from his notes to speak.
hyunjin was the sappiest, most love-filled person seungmin knew. he loved romance movies and dating and being in love.
seungmin, on the other hand, had never had a crush before. sure, heâs been attracted to people, but no âŠ. poetic thoughts.
âp-poetry?â
âyeah. do youâŠ.oh my god.â hyunjin stood from his desk chair, âdo you write poetry about y/n?â
ân-no!â
âKIM SEUNGMIN.â and he pounced. he landed right next to seungmin on the bed, hands coming out to smack at the younger boy as he squealed.
âshow it to me, show it to me!!!! iâm your best friend, minnie!â
âWHICH IS WHY ITâS WEIRD GET AWAY FROM ME-â
hyunjin huffed, his bottom lip jutting out.
âfine. but youâre really whipped, you know.â
âyeah. tell me about it.â
âokay! well, for example, today y/n came into the lunchroom and you spilled your milk-â
âHYUNJIN I DIDNâT MEAN- okay.â seungmin sighed, turning to face the boy he âunfortunatelyâ called his best friend, âwhat do i do?â
âhave you ever thought about, i dunno, confessing?â
âeat my shorts.â
hyunjin went back to his desk, returning his attention to his math homework, âthen sit and be in love and fucking Perish.â
it wasnât seungminâs fault he didnât wanna confess!!
maybe he would confess if everyone else wasnât >:(((
he understood that you were like ⊠super pretty and nice and smart and perfect in every way (â ⥠â)
but it was like someone new confessed to you Every Day
even people from other schools!!!! >:(((
one day, he was leaving the school, and he saw you on the sidewalk with a boy from ur schoolâs Rival School
and the boy was blushing >:( and he had a flower in his hand >:(
but u rejected him!
just like u rejected Everyone
and he didnât understand,,,
u could have Anyone U Wanted
whatever! he liked u better single
it meant he still maybe had a chance :(
to be honest, seungmin doesnât remember when he first starting liking u
maybe it was when you two got paired up in chemistry and you knew Nothing about chemistry
âokay so put in one drop of the clear.â
âw-whatâs in the clear?â
âitâs water, y/n.â
âoh!â and you blushed and seungminâs heart went JFSGJSKH
or maybe it was during hoco when he was just chilling, drinking some punch, chomping on a cookie
and you came up to him :((( all shy :((( and u looked SO GOOD
and you asked him to dance with you
yeah he choked on his cookie a little bit but then that boy was ON THE DANCE FLOOR
surprisingly, seungmin Did know how to dance
being best friends with the co-captain of the dance team since kindergarten has its perks!
u were a lil shocked too like that mf just Took You In His Arms and started swaying and u were like HUH????
when did seungmin become a MAN
he didnât, heâs just a very sophisticated Boy.
hyunjin thinks seungmin started liking you when you first met
seungmin thinks hyunjin is fucking stupid
he was FIVE and all seungmin cared about when he was 5 was sour gummy worms
âisnât that all u care about now?â
âsour gummy worms AND Y/N!!!â
so yeah, seungmin was #whipped
AND THE POETRY THING KSJGSKGJ ok hear him out
it was 4am and he had spent like 30 years studying for a chemistry test and he was stressed to the Max and just wanted to lay down
and when he lays down, his mind naturally turns to U
and in his sleep deprived state his mind was just . Mush .
so he dragged his body back to his desk and just ~wrote~
yeah, he couldnât look you in the eye the next day but he got his feelings out.
he couldnât help his crush on u, especially when u were in his group of friends
hyunjin, jisung, felix, seungmin, you, and jeongin
sound like chaos? because It Is.
u and seungmin have basically become the parents of this little friend group
âjeongin let me see what u haveâ
âa knifeâ
âNOâ
and
âHow did jisung get on the ceiling.â
âFELIX TOLD ME I COUDL BE SPIDERMANâ
âJISUNG GET THE FUCK DOWNâ
of course, being the parents meant a lot of ⊠Teasing
especially from hyunjin, bc he was the only one who knew about seungminâs crush
hyunjin: so whenâs the wedding :D
seungmin, halting his onion slicing: Excuse Me?
you: hehe whenever seungminâs ready!! Â i know he wants to go to law school first!!
seungmin, chopping onions at LIGHTNING SPEED: HAHAHA OKAY Y/N
you always said things like that and it made him JFKDJK
one time the others were teasing him bc he dyed his hair red and they kept calling him cherry and u just went:
âso WHAT if he looks like a cherry heâs my CUTE cherryâ and u grabbed his hand and glared at everyone like -__________-
seungmins brain: WHW-WW LIPSTICK
seungmins heart: H UHU H MECEHRY
seungmins mouth: YOU- WHAT - HUH- ME?
and after that :(((( u started calling him cherry :((( even after he dyed his hair again :((
back to the main point: seungminâs whipped and he doesnât know how much longer he can take this but he Wonât Confess
hyunjinâs got a plan!
he calls it How Does Y/N Feel and he swears itâs a secret
itâs not, he wrote it on his whiteboard in pretty pastel markers
âwhatâs this plan of yours, sweetie?â
âMOM CAN U GET OUT IM A SECRET AGENTâ
âok mr secret agent come downstairs and eat your peasâ
âMOMâ
so basically his plan was to ask if u liked seungmin but hes VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT OK
âhey y/n~~~â he sang as he sat down next to you in geometry.
âjinnie!!! how are you today :Dâ ugh look at you, an angel.
âgood, about to be better...or worse.â
âwhy?â
âi need to ask you something.â
âOminous!â
âdo you like seungmin?â
âya.â
hyunjin: OUSUGH?
you: how did u say that out loud
âYOU LIKE SEUNGMIN-â
you slapped a hand over his mouth, âKEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT JESUS CHRIST-
i thought you knew i like him??? like...iâm not hiding it?â
hyunjin knew seungmin wouldnât believe it if he just told him
so he was audio recording the whole thing on his phone :) what a sneaky dude
so after geometry ended he fuckign NYOOOMED to english
âSEUNGMIN SEUNGMIN SEUNGMING HSJG SJISEUGMGINGâ
âdude did u do crack or something holy shit-â
âSHUT UP LISTEN TO THIS.â
âif this is another one of your boyfriendâs songs i swear to god-â
but he put in hyunjinâs earbuds (not airpods) anyway
ât-this isnât jisungâŠ.â
and he Listened
I Thought You Knew I Like Him.
âare u fucking with me jin. is this a fucking skit i swear to god if you're MESSING WITH ME-â
âthey donât even know i was recording them.â hyunjin giggled, the snake.
âoh so youâre a total douche.â
âi just did you the hugest favor and you just called me a douche...okay! friendship cancelled, give me my phone, put your stupid airpods back in-â
âdonât call them Stupid!â
âsorry, i canât hear you, i donât have my STUPID AIRPODS IN!â
seungmin couldnât concentrate for the entirety of english
your words kept swirling around his brain, and he resorted to just doodling hearts on the margins of his papers.
and then he went to Chemistry!
there you were :((( in your cute little lab coat and safety goggles :(((
seungmin didnât think anyone would ever pull off a lab coat and goggles like you did
âh-hey y/nâŠâ
âhey cherry! ready to make some chemistry? :Dâ
he inhaled, knowing that there was a chance he was going to regret his next statement for the rest of his life:
âi think you and i already have enough chemistry.â
now it was ur turn to JKSGJKH
you flushed a bright pink, turning to your lab table to hide the shy smile growing on your face
âyeah?â your voiced cracked a little bit
and seungmin knew
âyeah.â
class went by quickly, with the two of you exchanging Looks before quickly looking away
and then you had lunch! and since you ate lunch together, you walked together
this time, You wanted to be the daring one
so you were walking through the halls side by side
and after a minute you just âŠ. Held His Hand a little bit
and he squeezed your hand in return and your tummy felt like JAOGHNJ
then you entered the cafeteria and your friendsâ eyes immediately went ZOOM on your interlocked hands
âW-W-W-WHAT IS THIS?â jeongin, the poor baby, spluttered
âare you out of the loop? theyâre in love!â jisung was practically shooting heart eyes at the two of you
âno one tells me anything.â jeongin pouted
âare we Not In Love, jisung.â
âjinnie u know i love you but this is FRESH and itâs FUN let me ogle.â
âJISUGN???â
felix just smiled at you two, patting the space next to him, âi always knew this was gonna happen.â
âwhat are you losers talking about?â seungmin asked.
âyeah, nothing happened. seungmin and i are just friends.â
âyou- just- HUH????â
âhe hasnât asked me out yet.â you shrugged, pulling your lunch box out of your backpack.
seungmin gasped, dropping your hand to cover his heart, âdo i have to?â
âi deserve it, you animal. iâve only been waiting since middle school.â
MIDDLE SCHOOL???
well, this was a shock.
âMIDDLE SCHOOL???â
âyeah? you kicked that dude in the shin for me. it was nice. no oneâs ever done that for me before.â
ât-the shins? you started liking him over a shin kick, y/n?â felix deadpanned.
âi was like 13 can you shut the fuck up? i donât just like him because he kicked a guy in the shins for me.â
âoh? why else do you like him?â
âweâre not having this conversation right now, jeongin.â
âoh hell yes we are.â
âSEUNGMIN??â
but he just :D at you and you were whipped so :///
âOkay! i like him because heâs...just a good guy. like heâs smart and heâs funny and heâsâŠ.really cute and he would probably kick jisung in the shin if i asked him to.â
âi would.â
âbet!â
âokay!â
âhey what no- OW SEUNGMIN!â jisung whined, pulling his leg up on the seat
âkiss it better jinnie-â
âjisung no.â
âJINNIE :((((â
you grinned, looking over at seungmin.
he was already looking, and you could practically See the heart eyes he was sending you.
did it make you super flustered? yeah. did you mind? not really.
âso,â you leaned in closer, speaking quiet enough so that your friends couldnât hear over whatever they were yelling about this time, âyou gonna ask me out or not?â
âiâll walk you home?â
âiâll be waiting.â
the rest of the day went by Painfully slow
but after your last class, there he was !!!!
and he was walking you home !!!
and he held your hand !!!!
âlet me get something from my house real quick.â seungmin lived closer to the school than you did, so you always passed by his house.
you waited on the porch while he ran outside
he came back in a minute, flushed and holding a folded piece of paper.
âhere.â he shoved the paper in your hand, taking your free hand in his and dragging you along.
âMINNIE let me read this!!!!â you whined.
he sighed, stopping on the sidewalk to let you read it clearly.
you had to reread a few lines because they were just so pretty.
you didnât expect something like this from seungmin, he was usually so direct and not so flowery.
but it was beautiful.
âwhy are you crying WHATâS WRONG IS IT BAD-â
âSEUNGMIN HHHHHHHâ you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.
and he held you just back as tightly.
âso uh. do you wanna likeâŠ.go out with me or something?â
âyes, you big dummy. i would love to.â
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han jisung as ur boyfriend
-lmao thereâs so many of these, but hereâs another !! (highschool au rlly lol)
-okay, so u two met at school in ur senior year. he was a class clown type, always making jokes, being loud with his friends annoying every one of his teachers along the way.
-bUt, you made him soft !! like the instant he saw you, a little smile was on his face, making his friends (especially his best friend Felix) tease lil jisung, wondering who, or what could have made him this flustered
-i mean, he stopped talking for a full two hours after he saw you, your power
-anyways !!
-you had a couple of classes together, being history and english, and jisung just loved to watch you whenever there was free time between lectures
-it sounds hella creepy (it kinda was), but the way you scrunched your nose when you were concentrated, or your smirk when you finally figured something out or finished a project made his heart jump in his chest
-you were making THE han jisung shut up
-(like i said, your power :3)
-eventually, he grew the courage to talk to you (which included a pep talk from all of his closest friends, making him stand in front of the mirror and scream, âYOU ARE THE SHIT !!â)
-his tactic was to start with a pick-up line, a very classy, âon a scale of one to america, how free are you tonight ?âÂ
-hyunjin cringed listening to that one, seungmin was sure jisung had blew it and was gonna beat his ass after
-you were a bit surprised; you two werenât in the same friend group and you hadnât been seated together at any point
-but you DEFINITELY knew who he was bc who in this school didnât know his group (a weird combination of crackheads, intellects, and stoners)
-iâll let you decide who the stoners are in skz ;)
-being as easygoing as you were, you just laughed, responding with âare you from tennessee ? because youâre the only ten i seeâ
-jisung thought he was going to piss his pants he was so nervousÂ
-glad that he hadnât completely ruined his image in front of you, he pulled out the empty chair beside you and struck up a conversation, most likely something related to the substitute asleep at the teacherâs desk
- you guys began to talk more often, working together on various projects, âstudyingâ in the library (all it was was him pointing out random people in a textbook and saying, âthatâs youâ), and sitting together at lunch
-one night, he was facetiming you about homework for your history class. it was probably around 10 pm, and he spent most of the call complaining about how the pizza place messed up his order and gave him pepperoni instead of cheeseÂ
-he had this gray hoodie on; he looked so tired and you constantly fussed over how he should get some more sleep, but he looked so cute in-
-wait did you just call him cute
-you couldnât lie, jisung was attractive; his almond shaped eyes, his heart shaped mouth, his fluffy long hair, how his nickname was âquokkaâ due to his face and his personality, how he texted you every morning and night, the way he said your name-
- ây/n ? is something wrong ? stop staring at my face.â
-oh shit you have a crush on han jisung
-Â âi told you to stop staring !! what, you have a crush on me or something ?â you shook yourself out of it, staring at him through the screen with wide eyes
-he was playing with the strings of his hoodie, his hair being messy with all the times he ran his hand through it. it was a habit you always rolled your eyes at; heâd obviously spend time in the mornings to make it look nice, only for him to ruin in ten minutes into talking about the cold war
-your other friends (wendy and lucas in particular) always teased you about your relationship with jisung
-âDO YOU SEE THOSE PUPPY EYES ?? LOOK AT HIM STARING AT YOU! !â
-âlucas please shut up.â
-but when you did look, jisung was staring at you, his smoothie straw hanging out of his mouth
-you couldnât help but laugh at how dumb he looked
-and wow, you almost thought you saw his cheeks turn pink when you giggledÂ
âi know i wasnât the only one who saw that.â lucas was looking like he was going to cry, wendy just looked fed up
-you didnât know when your crush on him started. in those seconds of silence where you and jisung were just ogling at each other through the phone camera, you reflected on where it couldâve all gone wrong
-was it the time he held your hand when he was walking you home when an older man got too close for your liking ? or was it the time you were hanging out at his house and he fell asleep on your lap, only to smile in his sleep when you began running your fingers through his hair ? or was it the time when you two went out for boba tea when the waitress said you were a cute couple, only for him to smile and say, âthank you.â
â..y/n ?â
-âjisung, i have a crush on you.â
-silence
-pure silence
-oh my god, you messed everything up. the screen had gone black, you didnât hear anything. building up your courage, you actually saw that he had hung up the phone, the numbers taunting you.Â
-call ended 2:29
-you didnât know what to do. your body felt numb, all sounds muted. you could only focus on a car passing by, a bird flying against the wind, the soft raindrops against the window.
-what are you supposed to do ? you had just lost the one person who you cared about the most. you two had known each other for a little over two months, but you'd already grown extremely close. you told him everything, he trusted you.
-and you fucked up a perfect, amazing friendship.
-the rain was getting heavier now, but you didnât mind. it was always comforting to listen to, especially when you felt upset. your parents werenât home until sunday, and as it was a saturday night, you had plenty of time to cry it out.
-âY/N !!â
-god, you were going crazy, you swore you just heard jisungâs voice
-âY/N !! PLEASE LET ME IN ITS RAINING AND IâM TIREDâ
-dumbfounded, you looked out your bedroom window to find jisung, still wearing his gray hoodie, a little drenched, with pebbles in his hand
-oh wow he rlly went full rom com with this one
-rushing downstairs, you pulled open the front door, only to be attacked by a hug from jisung, giggling to himself in glee
- âi got here as fast as i could, i need you.â with that, he pressed his lips against yours, still wet from the rain. he smiled into it, letting out a chuckle when you kissed him back. you pulled away quickly though, the blush on your cheeks turning into a full on tomato. jisung pouted, you poking his face as he flushed pink
- âin case you couldn't tell, i like you too. thought it was obvious.â he elbowed you, leading you up to your room while muttering âthis isnât real, this isnât realâ
-âyou sleepy ?â you asked, making room for him on the bed. he just nodded, saying the homework could wait
-it was a little past midnight, and all you wanted to do was sleep. you climbed in, turning off all the lights, feeling jisungâs arms snake around your waist. he put his head into your neck, humming a song that wasn't familiar. just feeling his breath on your neck was making you drift off
-Â âgoodnight sunshine, iâll see you in the morning.â he placed a lazy kiss on your cheek, and drifted off.
-when it came to you two actually dating, no one was surprised (except mark, but he was oblivious at the best of times). the rest of skz couldnât care less about what you looked like; they all knew how happy you made jisung and really, thatâs all that matters
-jisung was always clingy, but dating him made it worse. he was always nearby, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to play with your fingers; basically any excuse to touch you. if you donât like pda, he would definitely respect that, it made all those moments you shared with him that much more special
-he always had a nickname for you, but ever since you had first met, âsunshineâ had stuck. you never knew why, but jisung just thought you glowed, even at 3 pm on a school day or 7 am on a weekend because wow he loves you
-more than anything, he loved when you played with his hair, whether you were just touching it, or running your hands through it
-he might have liked it a bit too much, but uh you were not ready to venture down that path
-jisung would also spray his cologne on all of the hoodies he gave you because he knows how much you love it
-you have SO MANY OF HIS HOODIES IN YOUR HOME
-itâs not funny
-you keep telling him to take them back, but he doesnât want them ?? âcooties bro. canât.â
-you arenât complaining, theyâre comfy >:((
-jisung teases the ShiT oUt OF yOU
-like one day you came into class with your friend acting cute in an attempt to steal some of her hot cheetos
-only to have HEADASS just stare at you blankly, exclaiming âyou look mentally unstableâ while he laughed at you
-this along with doing middle school boy shit
-iâm talking taking your notebook and hiding it in another spot of the classroom, scaring you in the hallway, making you pull worksheets out of his hands while he passed them out
-think of ANYTHING that gives off middle school boy energy, heâs done it
-as annoying as he is
-he loves you. a lot. like, his main goal in your relationship is to make sure youâre happy with him, that you arenât going to leave him because he isnât putting the effort in
-you keep assuring him you love him, that youâd never do that to him. but no matter how many times he nods, or smiles
-thereâs uncertainty in his eyes. because of that, he always assures you how beautiful you are, stays up all night if he has to when you pull an all nighter to study, gives you all the hoodies he can provide
-not only because he feels like he has to, but heâd do anything to see you happy; no matter how tired he feelsÂ
-it breaks his heart to see you upset
-one day, you had gotten a test back while hanging out at jisungâs house, trying to help him study. you opened your score and your heart dropped. a 59%. thatâs the worst youâd ever done. you had stayed up multiple nights to study, putting off your own personal needs in order to success
-it wasnât enough. and that hurt
-jisung saw you start to cry and he f r e a k e d
-oh god, his precious sunshine was crying and he didnât know what to do
-he fumbled for a bit, saying, âitâs going to be okay !! itâs just one grade !!â only for you to cry harder and him to freak out even more
-eventually, he just hugged you from behind, laying you down on the couch. you were shaking so bad and it was making jisung tear up; he really hated seeing you like thisÂ
-he knew talking wouldn't help, so he let you cry, wiping away your tears and rubbing small circles into your back.Â
-âyouâre okay sunshine, just hold onto me.â you always thought you didnât deserve someone like him. someone so loving, so supportive.Â
-but you love him. youâve never loved someone like him; how dumb he sounded but always gave the best advice, always teasing you at any time during the day but shows up in front of your door with flowers just because
-and so when he sings âi smileâ while caressing your cheek, you know thereâs no place youâd rather be. in his arms, the vibration of his voice lulling you to sleep and just how warm he was
-and when you got to see him perform with the rest of his rapping group, your eyes just couldnât leave him. his charisma, his confidence, how heâd always wink at you when he spotted you in the crowd. he was truly ethereal there, almost angelic in whatever he wore, because look at him
-almost nothing was better than seeing him backstage after a show to see him; him smirking when heâd pull you into his arms still sweaty when heâd whisper âmissed you babydollâ
-no matter how much heâd nag you for staying up too late and not putting enough time into yourself, and no matter how much youâd nag him for not eating enough, you wouldnât trade each other for the moon and all of her stars
-if soulmates existed, you were lucky enough to find yours in a shitty high school at 9:40 a.m. with a cheesy pick-up line
-but you wouldnât have it any other way
AGHHHHH i really hope everyone liked this ?? ugh, it feels so rushed, but itâs really late here, so i hope i did sungie justice :((
#straykids#han jisung#han jisung fic#kpop imagines#boyfriend#stray kids fic#kpop music#3racha#lmao what#i tried
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