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MORE THAN A VANCOUVER SUNSET: What if...

... it was Mat instead of Sam?

Summary: What if Emma had ended up losing her virginity to Mat instead of Sam Brown, the douchebag that had spent the rest of the summer boasting about how he’d been the one to take it - making Mat so angry about how he spoke about his crush friend, that his friends had to stop him from fighting Sam on several different occasions? Mat sees Emma at that post-graduation party, sneaking away with the hockey team’s biggest asshole. Instead of pretending he didn’t see them, he goes up to them and somehow manages to steal her away. 

Warnings: smut, alcohol, cursing

Word count: 9k

Author’s note: Again, MTAVS does not need anymore smut than it already has but my mind is procrastinating writing my exam spinning with spicy ideas, so here we are. Again, you can still read this even if you haven’t read my eightythreethousand word book about Mat Barzal and his steamy summer romance with his former math class partner in crime slash crush, it can be read as a stand alone. I will give you the information you need :-) 

Please enjoy!

In cursive, you will find a short extract from More Than a Vancouver Sunset that explain where this What if? is coming from, along with a short paragraph that will also provide some insight.  

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“I wanted to lose my virginity to you,” Emma admitted as she pulled away from the kiss.

“Really?” Mat asked, his eyes widening, as well as his smile. Emma had kept her crush on him all to herself during high school, and the girls had asked so many times, but she always said that it wasn’t anyone special she wanted to do it with. But it was, and that person was definitely Mat. Emma and the girls had spent countless sleepovers talking about sex, and Mat was always the one she had in mind when they did. On Monday after a weekend of all-nighters and hours spent giggling in Laura’s basement, when Mat came running to ask her some stupid question about that very specific line in the French novel in her hand, when his hand touched hers and his arm pressed into hers as he stood towering over her – she’d always find herself involuntary pressing her thighs together.

“Mhm, but instead I ended up losing it to fucking Sam Brown on the night of graduation,” she sighed, shaking her head as she looked at Mat. Even though it wasn’t exactly the best memory she had in her mind, she still couldn’t stop the smile on her lips as she looked at the man beside her.

“Oh I forgot about that, he was boasting about it all summer. I was so jealous, and so pissed off because of the way he was talking about you,” Mat said, his nose scrunching up in disgust as he thought about his former teammate that summer after high school. He’d seen Emma from afar a few times that summer, but he didn’t talk to her – it was not like he had any French homework to use as an excuse anymore. Luckily he’d grown a pair of balls since then.

“Ugh, I know. It’s sweet that you were mad, though,” she smiled, reaching out for that one curl that kept falling into his face, pushing it back. Mat got lost in her eyes for a little bit, deciding to save the story about how he’d almost gotten into a drunken fight with Sam the weekend after graduation, have it not been for Jason being a little bit more level headed than him, for a later time, and just kissed her instead.

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...that one time Mat had showed up to the party Emma was at and he’d wracked his brain trying to come up with something to say to her – it wasn’t like he could go up to her at a party and ask her about French homework.

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Emma shouted a quick goodbye to her parents before she hurried out the front door and down the couple steps from the porch, making sure to disappear out of view from the kitchen window as fast as possible, without looking suspicious. They knew she was going to a party, she’d graduated that Friday, after all. She was going to sleep over at Laura’s after, and in her overnight bag, along with PJs, toiletries and a few outfit alternatives, were also two bottles of wine that she’d bought from Francesca’s older brother. Each carefully wrapped in a piece of clothing, placed on each their side of her bag with a full makeup bag shoved between them in order to keep them from clinking and making any sort of noise as she hurried down the stairs from her bedroom.

She made her way down the street to Laura's house, slipping through the opening in the hedge and in through the backdoor, going straight for the stairs down to the basement, where she knew she would find her group of besties.

"Did you make it?" Francesca asked before she could even get down the stairs and greet them 'hello'.

"Of course," Emma said like it was that easy. Her parents weren't strict on many things, knowing that she was usually quite responsible. Though an incident when she was sixteen and had a bit too much, had made them wary of alcohol. Maybe the lack of such incidents ever since had made them forget.

An hour or so goes by and Laura's parents announce that they're leaving to go visit Laura's aunt in Vancouver. The girls sit in silence until they can hear their car pull out of the driveway, and just as Laura sees them disappear down the road - she's pulling red solo cups out of thin air and drinks are being poured.

"So, what's the POA tonight?" Jessie asked, making a grimace as she swallowed another sip of the drink Francesca had mixed for her. Needless to say, the vodka to orange juice ratio wasn't quite right.

"The P-O-What?" Sophie asked, turning her head in Jessie's direction so fast that Emma, who's got Sophie's hair wrapped around a curling iron, nearly burns both her hand and Sophie's forehead.

"Plan of action, duh," Jessie rolls her eyes at her cousin, making everyone else laugh as they didn't actually know what she was talking about either. Thankfully, Sophie was always willing to ask first, making the rest of them look smarter.

"Depends on what kind of plan you're looking for," Laura chuckles as she pulls the fourth crop top over her head, before reaching for the one she was wearing in the first place. Emma was sure she was gonna go through the cycle of those four tops at least two more times before they leave for the actual party. Maybe even try a fifth, nearly identical one.

"Well, does anyone have any prospects for tonight? You know, dick-wise? Virginity-wise?" she asks, turning towards Emma and Sophie, the only two virgins left in the room. Emma couldn't see Sophie's face as she was currently looking for any straight pieces at the back of her head, seeing if she'd missed some, but she was pretty sure that Sophie rolled her eyes in unison with herself.

"You're such a dude, Jess - only thinking about sex," Sophie exclaims, again, nearly making Emma burn herself again.

"We've literally only talked about sex for like four years straight now, you're just as bad," Francesca argued, turning it back to Sophie. Emma laughed, motioning for Fran to pour some shot into her mouth as she curled the last piece of Sophie's blonde locks. Sophie rolled her eyes again, though this time with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Emma has a POA, apparently," Laura laughs, "otherwise she wouldn't be taking so many shots."

"I do not!" Emma tries to sound believable, but fails immensely as a wide smile and a blush creeps up her cheeks.

"You so do!" Jessie calls out, a huge shit eating grin on her face.

"I swear I don't!" Emma failed again, not able to keep a straight face at all. The alcohol wasn't exactly helping.

"Who?" Laura asks, just as interested as Jessie. The rest of them turning their full attention to her as well.

"I don't know! I'm just thinking of getting it over with, that's all. Like, I do not care at all. Or like a little bit, but it doesn't have to be meaningful or anything like that. I feel like it's gonna take forever if that has to be a criteria," Emma explains. She did have someone in mind, that was for sure, but that person was unattainable, and not someone she was discussing with her friends. She would rather jump off a cliff than face that kind of embarrassment.

"I get that - just go for it," Francesca agreed while Sophie made a grimace - Emma wasn't sure if the grimace was because she disagreed or because she really wasn't a fan of red wine.

"I mean, there's lots of guys who would fuck you," Jessie shrugged.

“Let me know if you hear of any willing then,” Emma rolled her eyes, before motioning for Laura to change places with Sophie.

“Yeah, we’ll just go around asking if anyone’s willing to do you. We’ll have a line up for you to choose from at the end of the night,” Francesca chuckled, making everyone laugh. Emma included.

“Yeah, right,” she shook her head, praying for another topic or for the attention to turn back to Sophie. She took a long sip of her wine before she started sectioning Laura’s hair for curling.

“Seriously, Em, I literally heard Brownie and Tommy F. discuss the length of your skirt like two days ago,” Jessie argued, throwing her hands out in emphasis.

“Maybe they wished it was longer,” Emma shot back, making them all groan and roll their eyes. Emma laughed to herself, satisfied with her own self deprecating joke.

“Oh yeah, sure sounded like it when they talked about how you’d bent down to pick up your pen from the floor or something and Brownie had tried to catch a peak,” Jessie retaliated, making them all gasp in disgust.

“No way in hell you’re losing it to, Brownie, Em,” Sophie chimed in.

“You know what, maybe I will fuck Sam Brown. At least I’d get it over with,” Emma said, refusing to refer to any of them by their stupid hockey nicknames. Again, she was internally hoping, praying, begging for the topic to change. Sophie grimaced again, and this time Emma knew it wasn’t because of the wine or any other booze Fran had managed to supply them with.

“There’s always Barzy. He’d probably beg to be the one,” Laura came in with a more sensible option, mumbling the last part under her breath. Sensible, though completely unrealistic, Emma thought.

“Laura, you can kiss my ass. Fran, please pour something strong down my throat,” Emma finished the conversation. Before she’d managed to chase the vodka shot with white wine, Laura had started loudly doubting her fashion choices again, and the group of girls moved on.

Another hour went by too quickly and Emma had made sure that everyone's hair was curled to perfection, Sophie had consulted everyone's fashion emergencies, Jessie had painted every single nail in sight, Laura had provided comedic relief and Francesca had made sure that every single one of them had taken at least five shots and downed three cups of their alcohol of choice. They were ready to go.

Francesca's brother came through again, picking them up in their parents minivan. He deserved more than the 20 dollars they'd promised him for spending fifteen minutes just getting the five drunk girls into the car, let along pulling up with the screeching of "You Belong with Me" by Taylor Swift on repeat for another twenty while he drove them to the party. The party was to be held at Christopher Maxwell's house - their class' resident rich kid who everyone depended on to throw a huge party whenever the occasion called for it. Be it prom, start of summer, end of summer, graduation or just a random Friday night.

The ground was slightly wobbly beneath Emma’s feet as she made her way into the Maxwell villa, pulling at the tight skirt Sophie had convinced her to wear as it kept riding up with every step she took.

“If you’re planning to let it go tonight, you might as well let it ride up,” Laura grinned next to her, making Emma laugh.

“Might as well let everyone take a peak, see who volunteers,” Emma shot back sarcastically.

“Come on, let’s find someone for you to flirt with,” Laura pulled her under her arm, nearly making Emma trip on the threshold.

They slowly made their way through the house, stopping to talk to classmates and people they hardly knew along the way. It's weird how, all of a sudden, you’re talking to people you’d barely say hi to in the school hallway as soon as schools out and you’ve got some booze running through your system.

Halfway through the house, they lose Jessie and Sophie, and somewhere in the kitchen, they lose Francesca ass well. Somehow, Emma and Laura make it all the way out to the garden on the other side of the enormous villa before they split up. Laura got sucked into some conversation with some girls from her French class, and Emma finds herself placing one foot in front of the other in the direction of some nice patio furniture filled with jocks.

“Heyy, Emma,” a few of them greets her as she approaches them. Her drunken smile widens as they welcome her with somewhat polite compliments of how she’s looking tonight, helping her confidence just a little further. She scans the little crowd in front of her for a face she knows a little better than the rest, luckily finding Laura’s twin brother, Troy. He offers her a hand so that she can safely maneuver what feels like a hundred pairs of long legs between the sofa and the coffee table, all the way over to him where she finally sits down on the edge of his lap.

It’s easy then, to fall into conversation with Tristan from history and Corey who sits behind her in English. Ten-fifteen minutes go by and Corey becomes Tommy F. and Troy whispers in her ear that he’s going to the bathroom and pushes her to her feet in order to get up. She doesn’t bat an eye when another lap takes his place underneath her when she sits back down. They're all familiar faces, though soon, they're just that - familiar. She doesn't really know any of them. Mat Barzal sits down on the other end of the sofa, but he just shot her a short smile before he went back to his conversation with Jason Smith. In complete opposition to everyone else, he almost seemed less friendly here at the party than what he did in school. She tried to hide her disappointment.

When Tristan runs off with his on again, off again girlfriend and Tommy F. disappears to find Tommy D., Emma thinks maybe she should get up, too - at least move away from whomever's lap she was sitting in, now that the seat next to them were free. Tommy F.'s seat already taken by someone Emma was pretty sure graduated at least two years ago.

"Heyy, where are you going?" She hears the person underneath her saying, his hands finding her hips to pull her back and further onto his thighs, all the way until she's sitting sideways across his lap in the corner of the modular sofa.

"I'm not going anywhere, just thought I'd stop weighing you down," Emma puts on her flirty voice and cheeky smile.

"Oh, please, I can barely feel you there," Sam Brown grins before confidently placing one of his big hands on her thigh. Sam was huge and usually the one to end up some kind of brawl on the ice. He was also a little too cocky and a little too confident, though nice enough, and if you stared at him long enough he was handsome enough, too. His eyes were kind, though Emma knew enough girls who'd found themselves fooled by that. Luckily, Emma had no intentions that extended past tonight.

It became easy again, falling into conversation with Sam. Discussing his plans for hockey after high school and laughing along when he cheekily suggested that Emma became his trophy wife.

"I'm not sure, Sam, I'm no puck bunny," Emma chatted back, speaking his language and knowing exactly what she was doing when she placed her hand on his chest.

"Oh, please, just five minutes ago you were the only girl in a couch full of hockey players," he shot back, and once again, Emma laughed along. At this point, she was determined that he'd be the lucky one. It was clear that he was very much willing already from the second he started talking to her.

She kept talking to Sam, stealing sips from his beer in order to keep her courage going. The alcohol running through her system had her playing this role so well she almost believed it herself. Every now and then she'd catch Mat's eye for a short second, but it seemed like he pretended he didn't see her. Soon he was gone too.

"Hey, let's go inside," Sam suggested, disguising his proposal under the fact that Emma was getting cold outside in just a skirt and a short sleeved top.

"Sure," she smiled, flirtatiously. She let him push her to her feet with his hands low on her hips, as well as she let him escort her inside with his big hand low on her back. The same big hand that he'd slowly inched up her thigh, all the way until it was halfway under her skirt.

'Inside' soon became 'somewhere more quiet', and even though Emma had never done this before, she could tell that Sam had his way of going about this. She let him pull her upstairs to a quiet hallway, where he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips. Emma was about to go back for more when a familiar voice called her name, somehow making her forget what the hell she was doing.

"Mat!" Emma heard her drunken voice exclaim excitedly, pulling away from Sam's grip to greet Mat, who was approaching them in the otherwise lightly populated hallway. Mat surprised her with pulling her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her middle while hers slid around his neck. She could recall hugging him once before, on his birthday back in May, but not like this. He even lifted her off her feet. Truthfully, she had no idea what was going on.

"How are you?" he asked, focusing all his attention on Emma, not even granting his teammate as much as a nod. Emma fell for it, right away. Falling into conversation with Mat easily, just like they did in math class, where they usually just talked to each other for 45 minutes straight rather than try to solve any of the problems Miss Lee presented them with. How either of them got through the year without failing math, she had no idea. Soon Sam was bored enough to dip into the bathroom instead of just standing there listening to their conversation and Mat saw his chance to finally pull Emma further down the hallway, away from Sam. Only then did Emma catch on to what was going on.

"Hey! You cockblocked me," she accused him, playfully shoving at his shoulder. Mat laughed lightly, but quickly found a more serious tone.

"What were you doing with Brownie, anyway? He's not a good guy, Em," Mat asked, settling his hands on her lower arms, holding her in front of him.

"I know that, Mat. I just- I just wanna get it over with," she admitted, feeling a certain color inch its way onto her cheeks.

"Get what over with?" he asked. He truthfully didn't know what she was talking about. Though, as he watched her cheeks turn completely pink in a matter of seconds, he had to smile. It was kind of adorable.

Emma couldn't believe she was about to tell Mat Barzal that she was just trying to lose her goddamn virginity, but that was what she was doing. She took a step closer and leaned onto her tippy toes to whisper it to him, but the music was coming from down stairs was too loud and the line to the bathroom was getting longer and chattier.

"What?" he asked, and Emma tried again, leaning in closer and resting her hand on his shoulder. To no success, though. After the third try of telling it to him without yelling it so loud the entire upstairs hallway heard it, she gave up.

"Oh my god, come here," she laughed, shaking her head as she took his hand and pulled him through the first unlocked door she found.

"What?" Mat repeated once he'd closed the door behind them. By the time he'd turned back around to face her, Emma had covered half her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"My virginity," she told him, surprisingly loud and clear.

"Oh," Mat blurted then, realisation dawning upon him. He even found himself blushing a little bit too.

"Yeah," Emma confirmed, "so thanks for that, now I’m not getting rid of it tonight," she threw out her hands in emphasis before she took a few steps back to the bed and fell back on it. It looked neatly done still, so chances were low that anyone had managed to christen it just yet.

"Well, I'm not really sorry. He's like the worst guy ever when it comes to that," Mat told her, sitting down on the mattress, right next to where she'd spread herself out. Her skirt had ridden up when she'd thrown herself back onto the bed, and Mat didn't know if he should ignore it or help her by pulling it back down for her. He'd always been easily entranced by the skirts Emma wore. Before he could decide, she was sitting up - her skirt returning to its proper length when she pulled herself up.

"I know, I just wanted to get it over with, like, no strings attached. No hurt feelings. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she repeated the same words she’d told her friends earlier that night. Why the hell she was sitting on a bed in some rich boy’s mansion, telling this to Mat Barzal - the boy she’d secretly had a crush on since the third math class of last semester - she had no idea.

“I get it, Em. But I can’t tell you how many girls I’ve heard too many intimate details about in the locker room from him. It’s never ending and half of it is straight up fantasy. We’re talking everything from the size of their tits to some bullshit story he’s pulled from some fucked up porno he’s seen. And I just don’t want that to be you he’s talking about next,” Mat told her, calmly. He watched as her expression softened.

“Thanks, Mat,” Emma sighed, falling back on the mattress again. He was right, Sam wasn’t the right guy - even if she wasn’t looking for something meaningful and special. Not to mention how incredibly sweet that was of him, to go out of his way to stop her from making that mistake.

“Anytime, Em,” he sighed, laying back as well.

“Anytime, huh?” Emma tries to lighten the mood, looking over at Mat and finding him already looking at her.

“Yeah, wanna go take another spin around the villa? See if we find some potential matches? The night’s still young,” He shoots back, but his smile isn't as bright and goofy as it usually is.

“Hah, I’m sobering up now,” Emma groans, crawling her way up the bed to sit against the headboard.

“Maybe that’s a good thing?” Mat looks at her with a grin, soon following her to lean back against the headboard too.

“No, I can’t flirt for shit when I’m sober,” she chuckles.

“That’s not true, you flirt with me all time,” he teases, making Emma throw her head back laughing. The cackle pouring out of Mat’s mouth as he laughs along with her, has her smile spreading even wider.

"That's not true," Emma laughs, swearing that she was just being her normal self whenever she was talking to Mat. They just had a fun relationship, that's all. She would even go so far as to call it a coping mechanism for getting through math. And then there was the fact that she had that deep buried, never seen the light of day, crush on him.

"Well, that's what everyone says, anyways," Mat states, looking over at her, "not that they just say that about you, though. It's mostly me, really," he adds, laughing.

“Okay, okay, fair,” she grins, looking back at him. She has to pull her gaze away quickly, not able to keep her eyes on him long without blushing or staring at his lips. It was easier in school, then Emma was able to keep her somewhat hard exterior, but the vulnerability of the situation and the alcohol coursing through her system made all that was Mat Barzal a little bit harder to deal with. They both fell silent.

"I’m comfortable with you though. Makes it easier," Emma eventually breaks the quiet. This time she's keeping her gaze straight forward, not turning her head to the side to look at him. She could feel him looking at her though.

"Yeah?" Mat breathes, his voice low and laced with something hopeful.

"Yeah," Emma confirms.

"You’re like... safe," she adds, daring to look up at him for a second.

"Safe?" he asks, not really understanding what she meant by that.

"Are you trying to tell you're not? I'll be out of this room real quick," Emma turns the situation around then, making Mat laugh and shake his head no.

"You're safe with me, Em," he confirms, the smile still on his lips as he looks over at her, reaching over to give her two reassuring pats on her knee. Emma felt his touch on her skin long after it was gone.

"Exactly," Emma nodded, like that was just what she meant. She was safe with him.

"Why did you look at me like you barely knew me earlier?" she asks then, after a minute or two in silence. It felt safe to ask, and she honestly really wanted to know. Mat wasn't usually like that. She'd never really spoken to him at a party before, though, that was worth mentioning, but their paths hadn't really crossed either. But in school, Mat would always say hi, even go out of his way to come find her just to ask her some obvious question about their French homework.

"What, when?" Mat asks, but Emma could tell he knew what moment she was talking about.

"Earlier, outside on the couch," she clarified.

"I don’t know, I just - whenever I see you outside of school I just forget that we’re actually friends, like I think that I need to ask you something about French homework to be able to talk to you. But in reality, I could talk to you about anything," he explains, and this time it's him that's not looking at her.

"Okay?" Emma says, not sure what to gather from that.

"Like, I don't forget that we're friends, I just... I forget than I can talk to you about things that aren't school related, you know. And then whenever I see you at a party or something, I just overthink it," he went on. Emma just nodded, taking it all in.

"And I guess I was kind of jealous," he adds, kind of under his breath, but kind of not. He turns to look at her.

"Why?" Emma asks, looking back at him. Their eyes meet and Emma gets a little lost in the dark green.

"You were sitting on Brownies lap," he clarifies with a chuckle, like he's a little bit embarrassed to admit it.

"Oh?" Emma perked up, interested to hear more about this.

"I swear, that's not why I cockblocked you," he defended himself, a flustered smile spreading on his lips along with a redness on his cheeks.

"I don't know," Emma teased, the booze helping her compartmentalise the part where he apparently wanted her in his own lap. She couldn't focus on that part.

"I promise you, my intentions were completely pure with stealing you away from Brownie. I wasn't just saving you for myself. I meant everything I said about him," Mat defended himself, his expression softening when Emma's smile turned soft instead of amused.

"I know, Mat. I believe you," she said then, and Mat sunk down in his seat - only halfway sitting up against the headboard now.

"I'd just much rather you sit on my lap instead," he stated, putting the fact into the room. The fact that had been implied earlier, that Emma had just shoved away into the back of mind in order to not freak out.

"Oh," Emma smiled, trying her hardest to keep that smile at a normal width - to not let it get uncontrollably wide and take over her entire face. Her cheeks felt warm, too. Somehow Mat managed keep the color of his normal.

"Yeah," he breathed, keeping his eyes on her.

Emma couldn't keep looking at his face, though. That was too much. Her eyes traveled down his torso, over his white t-shirt and to his arm that laid across his stomach. His hands was really nice, she thought - long fingers and few prominent veins stretching from his forearm to the back of his hand. It wasn't the first time she'd noticed.

She felt his eyes follow her every move closely, she didn't dare look up to meet his eyes, but somehow worked up the courage to reach for his hand. He lifted it to meet hers, fingers spreading apart to let her right hand intertwine with his left. His thumb immediately starting to rub up and down the side of hers, slowly.

"You have nice hands," Emma complimented, her voice soft and barely audible. She dared meet his eyes and watched as the sides of his lips lifted into a smile.

"Thanks," he smiled, "yours are really soft."

"Thanks," Emma said softly, finding some deep buried bravery somewhere as she turned to her side, slowly swinging her leg across his thighs until she was straddling his lap. His eyes followed her every move closely, from the first turn of her hips until she settled on his upper thighs. Their hands slide apart slowly, Emma's settling on his chest while Mat's slowly slide up the side of her thighs, settling on her hips.

"Is this okay?" she asks, her voice soft and sweet. Vulnerable. Mat decides that he'll do everything in his power to make sure she's never uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I told you I wanted you in my lap, didn't I?" he smiled cheekily, but spoke softly. Emma laughed nervously. He'd started rubbing little circles on her hips with his thumbs, making her feel more secure immediately.

"You told me you'd rather have me in your lap than anyone else's. There's a difference," she flirted back, letting her hands slide down to his abs.

"I think you know what I meant," he said, his voice low and charming. His hands dropped to her thighs for a bit, before they slowly made their way back up her hips. Her skirt was barely hiding anything when she sat like that, but she didn't care. Emma bit her lip and took a deep breath. He was making her feel certain ways.

"Will you do it?" she asked bashfully, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth again immediately as she finished speaking.

"Do what?" Mat asked, though he was positive she was talking about her virginity again. Emma rolled her eyes playfully.

"You know what," she told him, playfully pushing at his chest. His hands traveled from her hips to her waist, and then slowly back down again. Every touch made Emma feel unbearably warm.

"You’re asking me like it’s a chore, some bothersome task," he stated, his smile sweet but a little cheeky. He was an eighteen year old boy offered with sex, after all.

"Well, I don’t know how you ask for it, not like I’ve done it before," Emma chuckled, feeling more comfortable in her position by the second.

"I won't do it just to help you get rid of it, okay? Only if you really want to," he said then, and Emma wondered where the hell all this maturity came from. She appreciated the way he spoke about it, but the way she was feeling just from sitting across his lap with his hands wandering up and down her sides, told her that it was nothing she wanted more. He was the one she'd wanted in the first place.

"I really want to," she whispered, softly but filled with so much lust for him. It was almost like she could see his eyes darken as he took the words she said.

"Fuck, just... come here,” he groaned, moving one of his hands up her back and to her neck as he sat up, immediately pressing his lips to hers. Emma's arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her, openmouthedly and hot.

His arm wrapped around her middle, while his other hand gripped the underside of her thigh, pulling her up in his lap and impossibly close. Their chests pressed together, just as their tongues met in, if not the best, but certainly the hottest kiss Emma had ever experienced. Mat's hand traveled from where he was gripping her thigh and further up, this time sliding in under the tight skirt that was bunching up around her hips. She felt his fingers gripping her ass, her body responding immediately by arching into him, moaning against his lips. The motion letting her feel what she was doing to him as well.

Their lips parted, red and swollen, eyes meeting for a second before Mat was attaching his lips to her neck, leaving wet kisses down towards her collarbones. One of his hands trailed up her side, covering her boob in his hand, applying pressure to the sound of breathy moans.

Emma clawed at his t-shirt, begging to feel him naked against her. Instead of letting her pull the garment off herself, Mat pulls away and reaches for the material at the back of his neck, pulling it over his head in the way that guys do. The way that every girl finds hot, Emma no different. She's quick to reach for him as soon as he's gotten rid of the shirt, her hands sliding from his chest to the back of his neck as their lips meet again. Mat's arm slides up her back while his other hand grips her thigh as he swiftly turns them around and rolls on top of her. The way he presses his bulge against her, earning him a moan. A gasp leaving her soon after as he just as quickly pulls away from her.

"Need to lock the door," he smiles, almost innocently, as if he wasn't just pressing his erection to her barely clothed heat. Emma's head falls back on the mattress as Mat locks the door, making sure no one would walk in on them.

"Hey," he smiles when he comes back, climbing into the bed and positioning himself on his knees between her legs.

"Hey," Emma replies, smiling back at him. His hands fall to her bare thighs, slowly traveling up to the hem of her skirt that bunched around hips, surely showing him the lacy thong she had on.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, lifting one of thighs to rest at an angle. He's rubbing circles on the inside of her knee. All she wanted was for him to touch her where she wanted him most.

"I want you so badly, Mat," Emma told him, surprising both herself and him with the boldness of her words. Before he could say anything she reached for his arm and pulled him in closer. She leant up on her elbows, stretching her neck to meet him in a soft, but lustful kiss. She keeps her lips where they're almost touching his as her hand falls to his hands, slowly moving it to where she needed it.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" she spoke against his lips, pulling back slightly just to be able to look at him as his fingers found their way inside her thong.

"Fuck, Emma," he groaned then, falling forward just an inch or two, just to press his lips to hers again. He could feel her moans vibrating against him as let his finger run through her wet slit.

"What do you want, Em?" he asked, kissing her again before letting her answer - deep and toe-curling.

"Undress me," she demanded, and Mat was on it immediately. Hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her skirt, pulling it down while Emma helped by pulling her legs up. As soon as the skirt hit the floor, Mat was onto her top - Emma raising her arms above her head to let him pull it off, leaving her in the only matching set she owned, thoughtfully saved for Saturday night.

"You're so beautiful," Mat sighs, barely getting the words out before Emma is telling him to shut up and planting her lips on his in an openmouthed kiss, pushing him over to straddle him again. He curses against her lips as her hands immediately reach for his belt, opening it and undoing the button and zipper next - her hand disappearing into his jeans to cover his bulge.

Kissing down his neck and to his chest, Emma soon brings her hands back to the waistband of his jeans, pushing them down as she goes. She doesn't stop until her knees hit the edge of the bed, her lips just an inch or two above his bellybutton. Stepping off the side of the bed, she completely rids him of his pants. Her eyes fall to the bulge in his boxers before she's pulled back on top of him.

"You're fucking unreal," Mat beams up at her, smiling as he pulls her into another deep kiss. He's sitting up, Emma on her knees over him. Her hands are placed firmly on his shoulder and jaw, Mat's hands roaming all over her - traveling from her hips to her ass, up her back until he reaches the clasp of her bra.

"Can I?" he asks, pulling away from the kiss.

"Please," Emma just begs, leaning back in for more as his fingers work on opening the clasp, soon getting it and helping her pull the straps down her arms. They pull apart again, Emma throwing the black push up bra away as Mat is entirely too busy taking in the sight before him.

Rather than touching her chest, Mat brings his hands to her thighs, pulling them up until she's able to wrap her legs around him. His arm snaking around the small of her back allows her to lean back as he finally starts leaving sloppy kisses from her collarbones to her boobs, soon fitting his lips around one of her nipples - sucking it into his mouth to the sound of her breathy moans.

"Come on, Mat, I need you to touch me," she begs, halfheartedly grabbing at his hand to hopefully steer it on the right path. Instead of sticking his hand in between their bodies, Mat runs his hand over her ass and all the way back until he can stick his middle finger in between the soaked material of her thong and her slit, easily slipping the finger inside her.

"Oh, fuck, please," she begs him again, trying to push herself closer to him and the hard bulge sitting between his legs.

"Patience, baby," he mumbles against her skin, though she can picture the smile on his face as he says it. He earns another moan from her when he pulls his finger out of her and then pushes it right back in again along with his ring finger. The hand that she's currently got in his hair, tightens.

"I really need you to fuck me now, Mat," she goes on, soft and sweet and every thinkable contrast to what she's saying. He groans against her neck, pulling his fingers out from her and swinging her around to place her on her back in the middle of the bed.

Mat didn't really know what to do with himself, his fingers moved to the sides of her thong to pull it down her legs - he knew what to do, but damn if he knew how to handle someone like her. This wasn't his first rodeo at all, there had been two girls before her - one older that he'd lost his virginity to, and one who he'd had some kind of arrangement with, who he'd gone home with a couple of times after parties. But none of those experiences had been like this. No one had begged him to touch them before, nor fuck them. No one had been so sure of what they wanted, like Emma. He felt lucky to be her first, and he was terrified to, in any way, shape or form, fuck this up.

"Take off your boxers," Emma dictated, her eyes falling to his dick as soon as it sprung free from its constraints.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself, reaching out to wrap her hand around him once he was back in his position between her legs again.

"What?" Mat asked, barely getting the word out as she surprised him with a long stroke and her lips attaching to his neck. She pulled back to look at him with a smile on her face.

"Always thought dicks were kinda funny looking, but yours is kinda pretty," she grinned, loving the disbelieving smile that spread on his lips.

"Pretty?" he repeated her compliment in a question.

"Yeah, pretty," she confirmed, cheekily. She gave him a couple more thugs before Mat reluctantly placed his hand on top of hers. He didn't want her to stop, not at all, but he knew that it was necessary.

"Never heard that one before," he chuckled, slowly taking her hand away from where he wanted it, moving it to his side as he lowered himself down to lay on top of her. Though both still smiling, Mat pressed his lips to hers, immediately opening his mouth to let their tongues meet in a searing kiss. Emma moaned into it as he finally pushed himself against her bare heat, his hand disappearing between their bodies to place a thumb on her clit, moving it in circles while they slowly made out.

"Need you inside me," she pleaded in between kisses. Her nails running down the back of his head to his neck.

"Nothing I want more," Mat mumbled against her mouth, pulling away.

"I have a condom in my bag," Emma told him, pointing to the the little black bag that was on the floor, next to her shoes.

"Do you now?" he grins, putting one foot on the floor to support himself as he reached for her black, leather bag.

"Well, I came here with a fucking agenda, didn't I?" she chuckled, almost feeling embarrassed about the things she'd told him tonight. But now was not the time to be embarrassed, not when it was all working out and turning out to be so much better than she'd anticipated.

"It's in the little pocket, with the zipper," she clarified to Mat, who was now rummaging through her purse for the promised condom.

"Got it," he smiled, holding it up like he'd won a trophy, making Emma giggle.

"Your agenda worked," he added then, bringing them back to the original topic. He handed her the condom before climbing back into position, sitting down on his knees between her widespread legs. He let one of his fingers slide down her slit.

"Not really how I imagined it to work out, though," she said, leaning up on her elbows to watch what he was doing.

"No?" he smiled, cheekily.

"The way I see it, it worked out a lot better than imagined," she said, a moan interrupting her mid-sentence, as Mat pushed two fingers into her hole. Mat's smile widened and Emma didn't really know if it was from hearing what she said or if it was because he made her moan like that. Either way, she found it intriguing and weirdly cute how he was smiling like that as his eyes moved between her face and his fingers that were moving in and out of her.

"Yeah?" he breathed, giving himself a few short strokes before that hand came back to rest on her hip.

"Yeah, and that's one hell of compliment, considering you haven't even fucked me yet," Emma told him, playful tone gone and lust clouding her eyes. Mat looked up at her, biting down on his lip.

"Fuck, Em," he groaned before he pulled his fingers out of her, making a particularly loud moan fall from her lips. She took the condom to her teeth, biting down on its edge to rip the foil open.

"Here," she breathed as she took the condom out of its packaging and clamped the top between her thumb and her index finger. Mat came closer, cursing to himself again when she took him into his hand, holding his erection in place as she positioned the condom on his tip and rolled it down his length.

"You ready?" he asked, lowering himself down between her legs - one hand coming down to wrap around his length in order to position himself at her entrance. He knew the answer she'd give, but he asked anyway.

"Yeah, please," she begged, moving her gaze from in between their naked bodies to his face, right above her. She gasped as he pressed the head to the top of her slit, letting it slide down through her arousal before pushing into her. He wanted nothing more than to get lost in her, but he needed to make sure she was alright first. He watched her as her eyes closed and her mouth fell open.

"Fuck, that feels good," she sighed, opening her eyes to see Mat smiling above her.

"Yeah? You're good?" he asked, just to confirm. A wide smile spread on her lips.

"I'm so good," she grinned, placing her hands on the back of his neck and pressing her lips to his as he finally started pushing in and out of her. Mat's lips fell apart and Emma immediately licked into his mouth. With every thrust of Mat's hips, another moan vibrated against his lips.

"You feel so good, Em," he sighed, pulling away from her lips only to bury his head between her neck and shoulder. She moaned in response while she ran her nails down his back.

"Can you go faster?" she asked him, and again she surprised Mat with how vocal she was about her needs.

"Yeah," he breathed against her neck, adjusting his position to sit on his knees with his hands planted in the mattress on both sides of her head. He rolled into her at a faster pace, watching her carefully as her eyes closed in pleasure, her mouth falling open as moans erupted from her throat with every thrust he delivered. Her fingers clawed at his chest, desperately begging for something to hold on to.

"Oh, fuck," she exclaimed when Mat grabbed onto on of her thighs and pressed it against her torso, hitting even deeper inside her. His self control was running out, though, and after a minute more or two he was getting desperate.

"Wanna try something else?" he suggested, quickly pulling out as soon as she gave her approval, giving himself as much of a break as possible without completely stopping up. Placing his hands on her hips, he flipped her around quickly - a cocky smile spreading on his lips when she gasped in surprise.

"Fuck, Mat - even that was hot," she whined, making that smile of his grow even wider as he found his position behind her.

"Yeah?" he grinned, letting his fingers slip between her legs for a little bit, rubbing at her clit for a little bit before slipping through her wet folds.

"Yeah," she confirmed, a groan erupting from her throat as he stuck two fingers into her, fingering her for a little bit while he placed kisses down her spine.

"Please, Mat," she begged him, and she if she was begging for an orgasm or for him to press back into her, he didn't know, but he did feel like he'd bought himself some time before he needed to let go.

"Yeah, baby," he hummed, grabbing her hips and pulling them up to the perfect height. He lined himself up again and pushed into her, immediately finding a good rhythm. It was apparent in her moans that he was doing something right, hitting somewhere good.

Emma found herself getting closer and closer to the feeling that she'd only gotten to experience on her own before. Something was building up in her lower stomach, begging to break free. She snaked her hand between her torso and the mattress, pressing her finger to her clit.

"You close?" Mat asked, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he felt. He saw the hand reaching towards her centre and hoped it meant she was just trying to reach the edge.

"Yeah, so close," she whined, desperately rubbing circles on her clit as he rammed into her from behind, making her feel better than she ever had before. His fingers were surely gonna leave marks on her hips from the way he was gripping her, but neither of them minded. Moving a hand to her shoulder, Mat made sure to go as fast as he possibly could, truly tiering himself out in the quest of getting her to reach her orgasm before he did. It didn't take long before Emma's moans became frenzied, then soft and breathy.

"Did you?" Mat asked, still going at it.

"Yeah," she breathed, letting go of the pillow she'd fisted into her hand.

"Fuck," Mat cursed to himself, finally letting go and emptying his load into the condom, almost collapsing on top of her as he did. He managed to tip them both to the side, though, making sure they ended up in a sort of spooning position instead of him falling on top of her - his length still buried inside her.

"Yeah," Emma sighed, still catching her breath from the intense activity.

Mat pressed a kiss to her shoulder before he pulled out and made his way into the ensuite of the totally random bedroom they'd ended up in well over an hour ago. He covered the condom in some toilet paper and threw it in the trash before quickly washing off, both his hands and his dick. The feeling washed over him just as he was stepping back out into the bedroom again, that maybe she'd feel awkward now, or regretful, scattering around to get her clothes back on. But Emma smiled bashfully to him, still very much naked, when he came back out.

Mat pulled on his boxers before he climbed back over her and laid down next to her, almost like he did when they'd first started the conversation. Again, he thought he was incredibly lucky to be in this position, able to just look at her as she laid there on her back, completely naked and still flustered from the orgasm she'd just had. He'd had a crush on her ever since that day in late August, when she sat down next to him in class, beautiful and charming.

"Thank you, I guess," she chuckles, turning from her back to her side, to face him. Mat rolled his eyes, though smiling.

"Don't thank me, Em. Like I said, it wasn't a favour. We did it because we wanted to," he told her, staying on his back but turning his head to rest in her direction.

"I know, I know. But still, you're so respectful and nice... and safe," she trailed off, smile still on her face. She reached for his hand, only to start making little trails across the palm of his hand.

"Well, that's just how it should be," Mat explained, thinking it wasn't fair to paint him as some sort of saint. Even if he knew that it wasn't a matter of course for everyone. Well, for most guys his age. Still, he didn't feel like he'd been the hero tonight - he'd gone in to stop her from hooking up with Brownie, and then he'd ended up doing it himself. He didn't like the way that it sounded. Not that he regretted it, though.

"But it isn't," she said, "and maybe it should be expected that everyone treats girls like you do, but that's just not the way it is," she added, and Mat agreed. He decided to let it go though, just take the win that she was so willingly giving to him.

"Do you feel any different? Now that you're not a virgin anymore?" he teases, turning the conversation in a slightly different direction, making Emma laugh.

"Except for the fact that I feel fucked and satisfied, then no," she grins, making Mat smile proudly.

“I have to say it, though, I really didn’t have any ulterior motives when I pulled you away from Brownie. I didn't mean for this to happen,” he repeats what he said earlier, after a few seconds of silence. It was on his mind and kind of bothering him.

"Hey, even if you had, I'm glad," Emma smiled, wrapping her hand around his wrist and pulling him towards her.

"I didn't, but I'm glad, too," Mat agreed, the smile on his lips matching hers. He willingly followed the pull of her hand, rolling to his side. She didn't let go of his wrist before she'd successfully placed it on her waist, her fingers then trailing up his arm and coming to a stop on his bicep.

Mat's gaze wandered down her body as he took in every curve and every dip. He observed how her chest rose and fell with every breath, how thin, pale stripes stretched over her hips, all while feeling the softness of her skin under his fingers. There was a slight hitch in her breath when his thumb ran over her erected nipple.

"You're so beautiful," he hummed, looking up to meet her stare. Her smile turning up on one side, before her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.

"Thanks," Emma breathed, finding herself leaning closer to him without even thinking about it. It was something about the way he was looking at her; he was flat out staring at her body, but the look in his eyes felt everything but predatory. She felt admired and wanted, and suddenly she was reminded of why she hadn't wanted special and meaningful - this one was gonna hurt.

Mat saw how she'd leant into him, and sensed her apprehension to press even closer in the hitch of her breath. He thought that maybe he was making it up or completely misinterpreting it, but either way he moved in closer and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Emma's hand fell to the back of his neck immediately. Her breath hitched again when he made a trail of kisses up her neck and his hand dropped from her hip to her ass, grabbing it lightly. He continued leaving kisses up her neck, only stopping when he reached her cheek. Their eyes met for a second, just long enough to share a smile before he pressed his lips to hers again.

Even if Mat was grabbing her ass and Emma was raking her fingers through his hair, their kisses didn't get too heated. Mat pressed himself closer to her, and Emma moved her leg to rest over his. Neither of them were trying to initiate another round of sex, but both enjoyed the way their tongues slid against each other and how their naked bodies felt pressed together, just exploring.

"Oh, Mat," Emma sighed as she slowly tore away from the kiss, his fingers playing with her nipple and his thigh firmly pressed between hers. She rolled to her back, giddy smile on her lips.

"Emma," Mat smiled, letting his hand fall to a rest on her middle. She bit her lip again, eyes falling from his face to his chest, to the tent in his boxers. Mat followed her gaze as well, grinning when their eyes met again.

"Can you blame me?" he asked, making Emma laugh.

"Nah, I would've had a boner right about now, too, if I had a dick," Emma grinned.

"Oh, yeah?" Mat asked, touching her knee.

"Yeah," she breathed, letting her knees fall apart. She looked at him with an invitation, biting her lip when his fingers ran up the inside of thigh - a gasp sounding from her throat when his fingers finally hit her wet slit. Mat cursed to himself when he felt what he'd done to her, soon hearing breathy moans coming from her lips as he played with her. She moaned louder when two fingers finally slipped inside her.

Mat managed to make her come again, only using his fingers this time. Emma felt like she was on cloud nine when they eventually redressed. She was beaming when they made their way over to the locked door, hair finger brushed and mascara carefully wiped from under her eyes. Her phone was buzzing in her purse as Laura had been calling her once at least every three minutes for the last fifteen.

"Hey, you know," Mat started, stopping her by grabbing both her hands. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into him, leaning down to be able to press a deep kiss to her lips. He took a step or two forward, until Emma's back hit the wall.

"we've still got all summer," he went on, kissing her once more - this time with tongue. Emma rested her head back against the wall as she looked up at him, biting down on her lip as she took in what he just said. Mat thought maybe he'd gotten ahead of himself when she finally answered by wrapping her arms around his neck and stepping up on her toes, mumbling yeah against his lips as she kissed him even deeper.

This one was going to hurt, probably more than she thought it would - just not yet.

[arthyritis]

Shells Info

OC asks from this post except I omitted some for whatever reasons I felt like!

does your oc have any motifs?

Red and glowing! Her hair was dark red as a kid and had a habit of almost "glowing" and when she was well into her teen years it just randomly turned bright red and glowed consistently with mood. She also blushes bright red when in love specifically.

describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

Peyton List is I think a good comparison for how I'm thinking of her voice currently.

is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

Outdoors, incredibly. She'll do anything she can as long as it's outdoors.

what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

She was very indecisive as a kid but her biggest bout was something in art. She ended up losing interest in this when she was a teen and is an accountant now! Very different.

what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

How easily her emotions show themselves. She feels like she can't hide anything from anyone and hates that feeling of loss of control.

what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

Her hair, probably!

what book genre is their favorite?

Romance, horror. Better if they're combined.

what book genre is their least favorite?

Anything funny but not in the mostly because she reads before bed and she will not fall asleep if she's giggling.

what kind of music do they enjoy?

She doesn't listen to much music but when she does it’s only listens on the radio and it’s gotta be rock.

has your OC ever fallen in love and with whom?

She falls in love very easily but I think the one that matters here is that she fell in love with P. It’s been hard but she tries her damned-est.

how well does your OC do in school?

She did well! She’s very smart, especially in the area of math.

where would your OC like to go on a honeymoon?

She’d probably love to just go somewhere in the middle of nature, maybe the sea.

who is your OC’s best friend?

P, Paulie, Pipsqueak XD

how does your OC feel about their parents? (Answer from an ask)

Shells is really close with her parents! Mentioned in another post a while ago saying P moved in with a friend in his teen years; Shells was that friend. They’re eccentric people with so much love in their hearts and Shells has pretty much always been close to them. She had no need for rebellion at any point, though she did tend to sneak out, they would always be waiting because they knew she knew how to stay safe.

how does your OC feel about their siblings?

She’s got one older sibling. Much older, though, like in their 40’s as of present. She was kind of a miracle after them, to be honest.

a memory that still makes your OC angry?

Any memory of P being picked on. And people messing up her name. It’s not as prevalent now as it was when she was a kid but it still happens on occasion.

a nostalgic memory from your OC’s childhood?

Going fishing and playing sports with her dad. He’s not as young as he used to be, after all, but they still do things together.

hobbies your OC enjoys? (Answer from an ask)

She’s not a very creative person. I think she might also do boxing/martial arts or any sport for fun, really, especially after sitting all day. She does math for fun, too, even though it’s part of her job.

what is holding your OC back to achieve their goals?

She’s pretty much achieved all goals except living closer to P but that’s because he moved away from their hometown and she doesn’t want to leave </3

how does your OC handle death of someone they know?

Poorly. She holes herself into one space and refuses to leave or focuses all her attention on work.

favorite food and color for your OC?

Pizza and silver.

least favorite food and color?

Cherries and green.

your OC’s zodiac sign?

Aquarius. January 25th.

is your OC a dog or cat person?

Both, neither. She cares for animals very much, to the point she doesn’t trust herself with them.

when was their first kiss?

A sleepover when she was 17 in a closet.

does your OC wish to be married someday?

Absolutely!

[kavehpilled]

kunikida(zai) headcanons because im thinking about him (and dazai) tonight

He listened to rock music during highschool and scared the agency once when he mentioned liking Metallica

He lets his hair down after 8pm and he always lets Dazai braid it before bed

Despite coming off as boring he is very fun to be around once you get past his motherly nature

Carries around bandaids with everyone's favorite cartoon characters on them just in case they get minorly hurt while theyre out

Mocha ice cream lover

Listens to Counting Crows

He actually takes a very large amount of time to get ready in the morning, he likes his clothes freshly ironed and his coffee ground right before he brews it

Dazai brings him tea while he's working late

Sometimes he hums around the agency and it sends everyone into epileptic shock

Hes very good at drawing. One time Kenji broke a bone on a mission and he tried cheering him up by drawing animals on his cast

Hes SO good with kids

He loves PDA

He wears wool sweaters on his days off

He marks in his notebook relationship milestones he reaches with Dazai (first kiss, first time holding hands, first date, first sleepover, first i love you)

Huge Elvis Presley + Dodie enthusiast

Never listens to sad music because it ruins his routine, instead he opts for love songs or happier classic rock

Brings a messenger bag to work covered in pins and handmade patches from Aya, Kenji, Kyouka and Atsushi

Dances while cooking dinner

He enjoys Netflix dramas and action movies

Read comic books as a kid and lets Atsushi read through his collection when he comes over

Wears bracelets that the kids make for him

He lets Dazai put his hair into elaborate braiding or decorative styles

Had to teach Dazai how to shave properly and now they do it together

Smells like sandalwood and lemons

Does math to de-stress sometimes

Lets Aya and Kyouka paint his nails and put stickers on them whenever they want

Attends tea parties for Aya and Kyouka

Takes Atsushi out on weekly "catch up" dates where they go out and talk about whatever over coffee or lunch

HATES CROISSANTS

Goes all out for Christmas and routinely plans a whole day for the ADA to look at Christmas lights together

Sometimes Dazai will walk in on him crying over Rokuzou and the only thing that helps is a good cuddle session and skincare night

He has a very weak immune system but rarely ever skips work

He paints sometimes, but eventually he got too busy to pick it up frequently

He downloaded games on his phone for Dazai and the kids just in case they get bored while they're all out

Dazai got him a german shephard for his birthday and he puts nature documentaries on for it while theyre at work. Her name is Sadie

[kaemulti]

DC SUPERHERO GIRLS HEADCANNONS

i’m gonna start writing headcannons whenever i get sad/anxious for a number of different fandoms. it takes my mind off things, even if only for a little bit. this time it’s gonna be about dcshg 2019. i’m honestly obsessed with thinking about the mundane teenager things we don’t see in the show that all the superhero/villian kids go through so i wanted to write some stuff about that.

•karen is actually more popular than she realizes, people think she’s sweet even though they rarely see her/don’t have classes with her

•leslie and dorris are a thing to everyone BUT themselves; they hilariously don’t even realize they’ve basically been dating for years: carpooling together, hanging out before and after school, bullying kids like a tag team, skipping classes together, movie nights, shorting out the exercise machines at the mall to make that misogynistic jerk at the fitness store scared, buying their favorite snacks for each other without thinking much of it, etc.

•barbi not only hates diana with a burning passion but ALSO tatsu because both girls excel in both their academic and physical education classes, unintentionally surpassing barbie by a long shot whenever the opportunity presents itself

•jessica and hal hang out at sweet justice after their week day training classes and even invite barry when he has the day off

•kara is completely oblivious to the fact there are a bunch of girls crushing on her at school, she keeps wondering why they whisper about her and never make direct eye contact with her as she walks through the hallways. she only finds out what is actually going on when she opens her locker on valentine’s day and gets COVERED in cards. she doesn’t tell most of her friends about it (she knows they’ll just be annoying) but she does vaguely ask jess about how to write people back, turning them down nicely and whatnot, she’s not a monster for gods sake, she’s just not ready for a relationship.

•babs and diana like to study together the most even though barbra never really pays attention, she mostly talks about different batman articles and comics she read and new gadgets she’s created but diana doesn’t mind TOO much because she has an growing interest in modern day ‘world of man’ technology

•diana can NOT sing to save her life. the girls thought that having a karaoke night would be fun sure, but nothing would’ve prepared them for the laughing fits they had when diana started screeching into the mic. They also find out that Babs is always off pitch and Jessica refuses to sing in front of people. alternatively, however, zee, kara and karen (in that order) are the best singers in the group.

•zee keeps inviting kara to these crazy expensive-super long wait list restaurants even though she knows kara probably won’t eat any of the food. she doesn’t really know why she keeps doing it, especially after the whole giant tentacle incident, but she does know she enjoys kara’s funny comments and cute laugh enough to continue.

•when selina first saw diana she might of had a tiny sexuality crisis, no she won’t elaborate.

•tatsu helps garth work on his confidence and he helps her with her HUGE slight fear of open water. even though they don’t know the other is super, they still help each other as much as they can. tatsu will train garth to do some basic defense techniques against bullies and they’ll go swimming every other week, garth always making sure to keep as much water as he can away from tatsu’s eyes and nose.

•kara and barry like to race each other whenever they get a chance to go to the pier. kara always cheats so she never loses but barry doesn’t mind because he’s her friend and it makes them laugh.

•steve is actually really good at embroidery, his mom taught him when he was younger. he once made a wonder woman shirt for diana and when he gave it to her, she fainted.....twice.

•pam is allergic to three different types of flowers but she still nurtures them in her garden at home whenever she can. if her allergies get really bad though, she’ll ask jess to help her water them, ONLY because she needs to keep her precious flowers alive, NOT because she is actually jess’ friend...she thinks.

•the first time carol met barbie they both got into detention for loudly insulting each other’s fashion sense in the middle of math class. (they still haven’t apologized to each other so they keep acting like it didn’t happen because they both think they’re right)

•the first time harleen called pam “green bean”, pam blushed and giggled...like FULL blown diana talking to steve giggle. and then she pushed harleen off a bridge with a vine on accident. harleen thought it was the funniest thing ever and pam could only awkwardly apologize for almost killing her teammate

•oliver and zee tried to co-write a christmas play but they were so busy fighting each other on who had a better ending they didn’t actually order any props or costumes for it. leaving the main actress to perform in a pirate outfit.

•kara still hangs out with bizarro super girl every now and again and they take turns ranting about their idiot cousins, it’s all light hearted because kara still has some emotional stuff to work through.

•diana unintentionally starts a “who will come out next” contest when she asks the girls about same sex attraction. she had seen leslie and dorris making out in one of the locker rooms (yes they FINALLY got together together) and asked her friends what it meant. after a lot of confusion as kara stumbled over her explanation of the lgbtq+ community, she ends up coming out as a lesbian first, followed by babs, who is bisexual, karen, who is questioning but absolutely had a crush on kara before their food fight detention day, and zee who is trans. they end up going to metropolis pride two months after that.

•diana is still convinced there is an oracle at the pier so every other sunday the girls go so she can spend all of her money on “knowing the future”

•babs never really gets angry on the daily and the rest of the girls learn why when some jerk at sweet justice insults jess’ looks because she wouldn’t go out with him. barbra turned bright red as she let him have it, words coming out of her mouth faster than barry can make their ice cream (they didn’t think she had it in her). and if he he ended up glued to his bed the next day, well, jess will let batgirl get away with that one JUST this once. barbra will NEVER not stick up for her friends.

•kara and babs often have multiple sleepovers a week, harleen even joins them sometimes when kara doesn’t mind her LOUD presence.

•the girls never get mad at one another when someone breaks down or blows up after holding certain feelings in for too long. whether it’s kara ghosting them for days leading up to her mom’s birthday, diana overworking herself to the point of exhaustion when she gets homesick, karen refusing to go out to anywhere except for school and tough missions for weeks at a time because she thinks she doesn’t matter, zee reading too many spells at once and giving herself an awful migraine after messing up an easy one, jessica isolating herself at lunch so she can sit in the library alone and cry to herself quietly after a hard day of training, or babs not being her normal happy self after having a heated argument with harleen, there will ALWAYS be a shoulder to cry on when someone needs it. If that comes in the form a knock on kara’s door as her friends invite themselves in with her favorite foods and a mega ‘feel better soon’ music playlist in tow, an impromptu destress retreat that they force diana to go on where she is only allowed to use a weapon if there is a direct threat, making a giant list of all the things they love about karen and reading it to her from outside her window, someone closing zee’s spell book and holding her tightly as her eyes turn back to normal from flaring pink with anger, all the girls quietly sitting with jessica one by one in the library and gently holding her hand as she lets out what she can, or buying limited edition comics and leaving them as presents for babs in her section of the hideout, there is ALWAYS someone there to make it hurt a little less.

the end :))

[iiamtrashqueenii]

Math Homework

Summary: Req: “can we request some dyscalculic Logan hurt/comfort -><-“

Warnings: none, but this does have a bit of angst, it’s a light hurt/comfort fic (feel free to say any I missed)

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Logan was a bright student, always had been. He never had a problem speaking up in class, was fairly structured, and most of his teachers loved him.

But math, oh math could be his undoing. And here he sat, on an average Tuesday night, a small snack bowl of carrots to the side, with his godforsaken awful homework sitting in front of him. His laptop was a few inches away from his textbook, several videos nearly all paused halfway through when he had decided it wasn’t what he was looking for. All the even problems on page 233, as specified by his Algebra 2 teacher. Or was it 223? 322? He wrote it down, didn’t he? He never trusted it even when he did anyway. But the answers were in the back of the book, too, this should be easy! But somewhere along the lines, Logan had trouble between writing a 6 or a 9, the numbers hung in the air, floating there rather than him actually seeing them. After about three hours of staring at that page had collapsed his head on it and choked back a sob, tangling his fingers in his hair, pencil caught between his left thumb and between his pointer and middle finger.

Almost on cue, the front doorbell rang. Logan tilted his head back up, glancing at the white wood of the door and hearing the doorbell ring several more times in a row, huffing softly and quickly wiping his face as he pushed out of his seat. “Coming, I’m coming!” he called, though he already knew who it was just by the amount of times the doorbell was rung. He took a last deep breath before pulling the door open, Remus standing there with a grin on his face. Though the grin quickly faultered.

“Well I was coming to steal you for a surprise sleepover, but you seem like you need a quick cuddle buddy and comfort snacks stat,” Remus spoke, pulling Logan back to his couch and pushing him back onto it before heading into the kitchen, all before Logan could even speak.

“I’m—I’m fine, Remus. Just a little stressed is all,” he answered with a sigh, shifting to sit more comfortable than the position his friend had pushed him in. He lifted his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes some. God, when did he get so tired?

“Up-bup, I won’t hear it. You need a breath mister, and you’re not worrying about anything stressful until you take a well-deserved break,” Remus cut in with, soft clanking of dishes and movement throughout the kitchen able to be heard from the living room. A few minutes later, Remus came back, a cup of hot tea in one hand and Oreos in the other. “Take as long as you need, but you’re talking about this. And I don’t want to hear any of this blabber chatter ‘I’m fine’ nonsense.”

“You know, you sound so much like your brother sometimes,” Logan remarked, a little amused, and a little comforted by the fact that Remus didn’t seem like he was leaving anytime soon. At least he’d have that as an excuse for himself if he didn’t finish the work, even if it wasn’t an acceptable one for the teacher. He took the tea, sipping it lightly, keeping it in his hands and enjoying the heat of the cup.

Remus made a little bit of an offended noise, “which one?” he joked with.

“Both of them,” Logan remarked, a smile tugging at his lips. Remy, Roman, and Remus were a bunch of lovely nuts. Remy had since gotten into college, halfway across the states. Logan and him had their own little fling, but it never went anywhere.

Remus broke him back out of the fond memories. “So... what’s this all about? I’m assuming something to do with that mess over there?” he asked, tilting his head towards the messy table from all of Logan’s scattered notes. Logan let out a groan, taking another drink of his tea to collect himself before answering.

“Yeah. Algebra fuckin’ sucks,” he remarked bluntly.

Remus clicked his tongue, thinking for a moment. “Roman’s in your class, isn’t he? I’m sure he’d send you it if you were unsure on anything,” he offered.

“It’s not that Ree,” Logan murmured, sighing and setting the cup on a coaster on the table before taking an Oreo and biting into it before speaking again, cookie only partially chewed in his mouth. “It’s stupid. I just can’t read the stupid numbers. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ve been working on the right page. I wish we could just go back to word problems. They were a little easier at least,” he complained.

The other nodded, thoughtfully and clearly listening, though he never seemed to have his full focus on Logan. Remus was easily distracted, no different than Roman, so keeping full-attention wasn’t the easiest task. Not that Logan exactly minded. Humming some, Remus offered up another solution. “I can check behind your work. Let you make note of the numbers you mix up in each step. We can work on it together. You’re smart Lo-Lo. You understand the math. All you need is someone making sure you have the right numbers.”

Logan gave a weak smile before opening his arms. “Can we just cuddle a bit? I don’t want to think about that page anymore. I can work o—“

“We can,” Remus corrected, shifting to grab Logan’s shirt and pulling him close, holding onto the other tightly.

The boy smiled fondly at the correction, “We can work on the homework during lunch.”

“Sounds like a plan, smartwatch,” Remus answered, holding his friend close and playing with his hair gently. Remus would’ve lit Logan’s homework on fire if it meant never having to see him like this. But he knew Logan cared about his grades, so the least he could do was help where he could. Logan would fall asleep soon, exhausted from the energy he put into the math homework, but at least that meant he’d sleep well.

[commanderserwin]

teach me

↦ pairing(s): eren yaeger x reader

↦ word count: 3.9k

↦ anon request: 

↦ genre: college AU ♡

↦ warning(s): !!! fluff & slightly nsfw at the end !!! and also written for 18+ eren !!! 

↦ author’s note(s): ahhh!! enjoy this college AU!!! thank u for requesting, i had so much fun with this!

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The professor got everybody on the edge of their seat as she walked, passing down their calculus midterms with quiet murmurs as she example for a few seconds on how they could get a better score. Even it got you scared. The midterm was hard, it racked your brain for possible answers even if you got your calculator with you. She walked around until she stopped by your desk. She showed you the mark from your exam. An 80. The professor walked away and you exhaled loudly. The person in front of you smiled nervously, running his hand over his hair. He gave you thumbs up, and you nodded. 

Next, the professor is over to his table, and she lowly showed him his score. She stayed at his desk for a minute, and patted his shoulder, and moved on to the next. Eren leaned on his desk, placing his elbows on the desk, and his balled fist against his mouth in frustration. It went on until the professor bid her goodbye, and the class day is over. Eren slumped on to his desk as he groan exasperatedly for a loud second. You leaned forward his slumped shoulders, holding your backpack in your hand with the other, as you went to tap his shoulder in question. 

He turned around quickly, haven’t even tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at you with wild, pleading eyes. He caught your hand midair, enveloping it with his. “You have to help me,” he begged as he clutched your hand, “I’ll do everything, [Y/N.]”

You gently pulled away your hand from his, feeling your face blush. You placed your backpack over, and leaned on his desk. 

Thankfully, he didn’t make a remark on your blush. He thought it was funny, and he did everything to make you blush. Little did he know, you always want to punch him on the face because you have the biggest crush on him. It also gave you a piece of mind since it gave you freedom to blush every time he clutches your hand in surprise, or when he would wrap his arm around your shoulder as you walk in the campus, or when he would hold your backpack on the little knot if he notices that it’s a little heavy. 

You weren’t strangers with each other so you just assumed he does those things to you since you were his friend. That’s what friends do, right?

You pulled him up by the back of shirt, as he groaned swatting your hand up. He continued slumped over, and you flicked his nape. “Eren, come on,” you tapping on his desk, “Everybody’s leaving.” 

“[Y/N,]” he mumbled against his forearm, and he looked up, grabbing your forearms, “Please. You’re the smart one between us two. Share some of your math skills.” 

“Math skills?” You chuckled, plucking his hand away. Not another blush. “Ask Jean not me! He’s the smartest in math- or Armi-. 

“I’ll do everything, anything you want.” He begged, standing up as he grabbed his backpack. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, gripping you pleadingly, “Please, please, pleas-.” 

“Fine!” 

Eren left you dumbfounded as he kissed the top of your head. He watched you open and close your mouth, and it made him laugh loudly. There comes his remark, and you punched him softly on the side as you walked away. He called you as you were walking away, and you stopped. You leaned on one leg, hands on your waist, “Let’s study at my apartment, I’ll come and get you!” 

He watched you shook your face as you waved him off, walking home. He usually walks you home, but he’s got to talk to Armin to tell him to sleepover at Jean’s during Fridays so that you could tutor him. Eren smiled all the way to catch up with Armin, hands in his pockets, as he blushed secretly. You tutoring him isn’t exactly how he wanted to spent more time with him, but it fits. He tinged all the way and Armin teased him for it, which he quickly agreed to get his ass out of their apartment. 

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Eren texted that he was in front your building, rubbing his hands in nervousness. He waited for a minute, then he watched you step down the stairs, calculus books in your arms. He offered to carry it for you, but you refused. He nodded shyly, keeping his hands in his pockets. 

“How far is your apartment?” You asked, clutching the books tight against your chest. He looked down at you and pointed ahead. 

“It’s five minutes away from yours,” he answered, running his hand again over his hair, evidently nervous. He let out a heavy sigh, smiling down at you to calm his nerves. It didn’t help that you smiled back, and the stupid butterflies filled his stomach. “I’ll come and walk you home, don’t worry.” 

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling ahead. 

All of the sudden, he placed his hand on your shoulder, somewhat pulled you a tiny bit closer to him. Both of you walked in silence until he opened his apartment for you. He hung your jacket behind the door, and grabbed the textbooks off of your arms to place on the table. He closed the door with his butt as he knelt down to take his shoes off. You did the same, placing your sneakers next to his. 

He chuckled, standing up, pointing at your feet, “Nice socks.”

You pushed his shoulder, sitting down on his couch. “Smartass,” you joked, opening the textbook and grabbing your notebook. “They’re from you.” 

“Hold up,” he said, sitting down next to you, he pointed at the books, “Now? We’re starting now?” 

You looked around, raising your brow at him, “I am… teaching you calculus, right?” 

“But,” he sputtered, thinking of the nachos he prepared back in the kitchen. I mean it’s nachos, he thought, shouldn’t he at least offer you something? “Now?” 

Closing the book, you relaxed, placing your arm over the couch. “What should we do?” 

“I have nachos!” Eren spluttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I mean, we could… I prepared nachos. If… you want?” 

You leaned on your arm, smiling at him. It isn’t everyday you see Eren blushing and stuttering, so you wanted to play this long, just in case you have something to retaliate when he teases you along the road. “That sounds amazing, I’d love nachos.” 

“Cheese?” He smiled, walking towards the kitchen, he knows exactly how much you love cheese, but he just asked in case. 

“Plenty, please!” 

You listened to Eren make a fuss in the kitchen, quietly cussing as the plates banged on each other against the countertop. It made you smile, thinking of how much of a ruckus could he have made when making something other than nachos. Clearly, all he needs to do is open a bag of nachos and buy nacho cheese. You laughed to yourself, as you stood up and crept towards the kitchen. 

Apparently, Eren dropped the bag of nachos on the floor, and he’s just cussing himself out, occasionally tapping the bowl on the countertop. He turned around as he heard the floorboards creak under your feet. He shyly kicked the nachos away like it was going to disappear under the table. It just crushed under his foot. 

“Do you need some help?” You asked, moving closer to assess his kitchen floor. You looked up at him, standing beside him, looking at the mess. “Looks like the kitchen is hungry.” 

“Smartass,” he defeatedly sigh. He touched your hand over his shoulder and squeezed, “Help me get these off of the floor, please. Armin will kill me.” 

“Fine, just because you said please,” you huffed, getting the bowl and filling it with the fallen nachos. 

He followed suit, eating some off of the floor, “Just to get my money back,” he sadly smiled as he continued to eat. 

“That’s disgusting, Eren!” You squealed, as he tried to feed you the nachos. You grabbed on to his wrist to resist, laughing hard as he pushes it to you, “No!”

“Shame, they taste good,” he said, letting of you as he popped it into his mouth, “It’s got an extra taste of salt and floor.” 

You laughed loudly, picking up the rest, stopping him from eating anymore of the dirty nachos. When you two finished, he picked the bowl from your hands and set them aside. He leaned against the countertop as you helped yourself to a glass of water. He didn’t mind, he liked it when you move around the apartment, savoring how domestic it feels. 

“I’ve got cup noodles,” he said, opening their cupboards, showing you the packed ramen, “You game?” 

You nodded, watching him open the ramen. You popped up on top of the countertop, dangling your legs as you read the cup noodles. 

Eren thought that you looked adorable, holding out the cup noodles, dangling legs and all. He cleared his throat, standing before you. He rubbed his neck, smiling sheepishly. “I have to… I have to heat… I have to use a pan to heat some water.” 

“Oh! That’s no problem, I do that too,” you nonchalantly said, reading the ingredients of the ramen. 

“The pan is in that cabinet,” he motioned, pointing at your legs, “You’re on the way.”

“Oh. Oh!” You mused, inching forward to jump off. Eren reached for the ramen that you were holding and offered his forearm to help you jump off. “Thanks.”

For a brief second, Eren blushed bending down to take the pan out. He was thankful it was stuck in the middle of the plenty of pans Armin owns. It gave him a chance to smile just a little, and who could he blame? He’s literally burning with a crush on you. 

“I’m going to wait on your couch,” you announced, already walking back. Being in the apartment with him made you nervous as your crush on him blossomed to the extreme. You calmed your heart, thinking that this is only you tutoring him because he can’t fail this class. You repeated that, mindlessly opening the book, and scribbling notes for him in your notebook. 

After a few minutes, he came out with the ramen, and sat them down on the table. He also grabbed a pitcher and two different mugs as he offered a drink to you. You gladly accepted, helping it calm down. The both of you chowed down on the ramen in silence, sniffing sometimes, taking large gulps of water. Eren finished his food, as he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat and a case of runny nose. It was the same for you, lips red from the spice, and he liked it. He finds it charming for some reason. 

“Okay,” you sniffed, wiping your nose with the napkin Eren handed you, “Let’s learn some calculus, huh?” 

Eren groaned, placing the cup noodles away from the books. He groaned because it’s time for him to learn his most hated subject, also because his time with you has now ended. Not really, he thought, but he didn’t also want to spend time with you, studying.

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It went on for the remainder of finals. Both of you teaching each other calculus over at his place, and when it would rain on Fridays, he would offer to meet you at your place so that you wouldn’t get wet and sick. He insisted, and you got no choice but to agree. At some times, when it comes Friday, he would text what you would like to eat. Then it’d be your turn to bring food, then his, and tutoring went on like that. 

You watched over him when you give him practice questions off of the book, and he would sigh repeatedly. He didn’t realize how close you are to him, watching him work, that he almost kissed your cheek by accident. Both of you turned away, and he cleared his throat as he tapped on the paper you gave him. 

“I’m having a hard time,” he stuttered, glancing right at you, his green eyes sparkling. 

“I’ll help you,” you whispered, moving in closer, as you took the pencil from him. His breath fanned the side of your face, as he intently listens and nods when you explain the formula to him. He tucked your hair behind your ear as it created a curtain on your face. You raised your head at him, and it’s too close that it got both of you mad tingeing in pink. 

Eren could listen to you explain forever, your soft way of speaking to him always doing wonders to his heart. He tries his best to listen, to look at the numbers you were writing, and not at the way you would slightly part your lips when you solve the problems, not at the way your cheeks would color in pink, and most importantly, not at the way you licked your lips, all the while being too close to him. He also didn’t notice the way how plump your lips are, and how beautiful, and how soft they would be if he could have a ki-.

“Did you understand?” You looked up, meeting his distracted eyes. “Eren?” 

“I’m sorry,” he gulped, nodding to erase his thoughts about you, “You lost me at-.”

“If you’re not going to listen, I don’t know else to teach you this,” you scowled, brows furrowing at him. 

Is it wrong, he thought, to comment on how much it attracts him when you act mad at him? 

“I promise, I’ll listen,” he promised, taking the pencil off of your fingers, “I just got distracted.” 

He watched you slump against the couch, close to him, as you crossed your arms on your chest- giving him a peek… No, he thought, no, he needs to concentrate on this, at this stupid calculus. 

“Something on your mind?” You asked, worry filling your beautiful face. For a second, you fought with yourself if you should place your hand on his forearm, or… but in the end you did. He looked down at your hand on his arm, and he looked up. 

You, he answered in his mind, you’re on his mind. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he dodged, patting ridiculously on your hand. He thought it was weird, when you smiled at him weirdly. It looks like he was comforting someone old with the way he patted. 

You thought it was weird. He looked skittish, as if hiding something as he moved his attention to the question. He never pats your hand like that, Eren does pat your hand but he would squeeze it right after, not like you took notes on it, but that’s how he would do it. Not like, you liked being squeezed gently, obviously not looking for it. You shook your head, agreeing with his weird self as he murmured the formula steps to him, and you moved closer to check if he was doing it correctly. 

If you move a little closer, he thought, his heart might just explode.

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Eren opened the bottle of coke for you as you raised your mug to him. Both of you cheered as the professor showed his passing remarks on her calculus class. He smiled widely, holding your mug as he poured your drink on it. He held his own against yours and cheered. 

“This is to passing that hard class,” he crowed, taking a sip, “I don’t ever want to take a class like that again!”

“Cheers to that,” you smiled, watching him congratulate himself as she stood in front of the couch, where you sat. 

Eren settled down, holding the mug close to his chest. He smiled softly at you, offering his hand to you. His hand enclosed yours, and he brought it to his chest, “But I would like to thank you, [Y/N], for teaching me formulas I would never use for the next years.” 

You laughed, squeezing his hand back as you pulled away to take a sip, “You are absolutely welcome!” 

“Thank you for being patient-.”

“Oh,” you gasped, pinching him on the shoulder, “Stop it!” 

He fanned you away, chuckling loudly, “Fine, fine! Should we go eat Armin’s cup noodles, then?” 

“Why, I thought you’d never ask,” you gushed, following him to the kitchen. 

On instinct, you jumped on the countertop, watching him hum softly to himself as he grabbed his friend’s stash of food. He placed the cup noodles on beside your leg, opening each one still with a smile on his face. You watched him walk towards you, and you insisted to jump down, but he stopped you. 

Gone was the smile on his, and it turned into something serious. You crossed your ankles as he advanced, his hands resting on either side of your legs. You were wearing a skirt to celebrate, and goosebumps appeared on your naked skin. 

“Don’t,” he breathe, looking down at you. He was slightly taller than your seated figure, so he looked down, “I got it.” 

Still looking at you, you exhaled through your nose as he touched your knee for balanced as he helped himself to open to the lower cabinet. His green eyes pierced you, and you couldn’t help but shiver under his touch. 

Your heart is beating so loud, and so is his, catching the way your chest move up and down. He stood up, closer to your body, his breathe fanning your cheeks as he gently placed the pan on countertop. Taking a guess, you uncrossed your legs, making it free for him to move a little closer. 

He smirked, watching your legs move so he could squeeze himself in the middle of it. He did, catching your motive. It caught him by surprise when you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, feeling your fingers play with his nape. He took that as a response to move in closer, his hands still on either side of your legs. He looked at your eyes for your permission, his green eyes reading your face. 

“Eren,” you breathily said, heart beating so loud. You closed your eyes for a split second for courage, and when you finally caught that courage, you didn’t let go. 

You pulled him closer, lips parted a hair’s breadth away, and when you nodded, he closed the gap. His lips rested on yours for a second, and it went beyond that. It was a buzz. His lips fought against yours, his moans echoeing at the back of his throat as you moved him inexplainably closer to your body. He bit softly on your lower lip, moaning at how good it feels, as his hands now rested on your thigh. He pulled you to him, making the condiments next to your head move in the sudden movement as your back fell to the wall. 

You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling you as he lifted the back of your knee as he wrapped it around himself better. The other hand roamed your thigh, higher than where your skirt covered it. He smiled against your lips, as you shuddered against his touch when his fingers squeezed your inner thigh. His thumb grazed your core, wet from just the sensation of his lips and calloused fingers. You whimpered against his lips, putting your hands on his chest for a breath. He rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard, closed eyes, as he still moved his fingers on your thigh. 

Eren moved again, his lips parted against yours, the wet and red lips of yours both making sounds that is like music to your ears. You smirked against his lips, when he grazed your core as he roamed your skin under the skirt. 

He caught your lower lip with his mouth, “Wet already?” 

“Yes,” you whimpered, dizzy, feeling him close to you. He broke away the kiss, and hiked your skirt up. He bit his lips, breathing hard, as he looked down and up at you. You nodded needily, placing your hands on top of his. “Eren- Eren… please.” 

That was all he needed. He pulled down on the underwear blocking him from touching you fully, the cold air hitting your wet skin. You shivered, and he kissed the look on your face. His thumb played with your folds, as he locked the soft whimpers escaping your mouth with his lips. He felt you jumped when he entered his finger, feeling you close around his middle finger. He felt you shudder, rubbing against his growing tent on his pants. He inserted another, and he loved how you clenched around him, the sensation making you close your eyes, your head moved back to the wall. He made a rhythm as he worked you up, as he attacked your throat with his small, soft kisses- a complete opposite on what he is doing to your folds. 

Lewd sounds echoed in the kitchen, making him hard, but seeing you be engulfed with how he worked his fingers inside you, is enough to satisfy him. He felt that you were closed to your release, as you heavily opened your eyes, hands going to meet the wrist that has got you writhing on the countertop for. He breathed heavily with you, and he moved you closer to him, attaching his lips to your ear. 

“You going to cum?” He teased, slowing his fingers but you helped him pushed his fingers back to the pace. 

“I am,’’ you rasped, struggling to meet his green, dark eyes, “Don’t stop, Eren.” 

He grunted in response, going quicker as ever, almost banging the shelf off of the wall, as you moaned right at his lips as he goes faster, as he curls his fingers, and he felt you wrap your legs tighter. 

He could get drunk on how loud you are when he is just fingering you, he doesn’t even want to imagine the wanton sounds you’ll make when he’s pounding you-. 

“Eren? [Y/N]?” Armin’s voice echoed in the apartment, leaving both of you out of air. 

Eren covered your mouth with his hand, as he listened to his friend walk around the apartment, looking the key holder. 

“I got it,” Armin announced, opening the door, “I forgot the spare key. Congratulations, Eren!” 

When he closed the door, both of you let out the biggest exhale. Eren wiped the sweat off of your face as he laughed against your forehead, mentally cursing his friend. He slumped against your figure on the wall, resting his head on your chest, feeling it vibrate with laughter as well. Both of you stayed like that, as he hiked down your skirt, cup noodles long forgotten. 

Eren helped you down the countertop, kissing you on your cheek. Both of you were still catching your breath, minds going crazy and you were still buzzing from the incomplete pleasure. This is better than what you imagined when you agreed for a celebratory lunch at his place. Eren kissed you again, hugging you close to him. You laughed at him, watching him now heat some water for the cup noodles. 

He blinked, smiling and said, “After we fuck, please remind me to kill Armin.” 

You blushed at the mention of fuck, instantly making you red at the thought. Immediately, thinking of how good it’ll be. You nodded shyly, kissing him on the shoulder as you fixed your skirt and waited on the couch. You gave yourself time to breathe, processing that Eren just kissed you, more than kissed you, and he’s going to fuck you. 

Eren breathed through his nose, still hard and slowly going soft because of his insufferable roommate. He’s going to kill Armin because Eren doesn’t know what the fuck of a spare key Armin came unannounced for. 

[spicysoftsweet]

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Regardless of what anyone says, time really does heal most wounds, and particularly so for middle schoolers with terribly short attention spans and even shorter fuses.

Pain is both enduring and fleeting, its dual nature the only constant.

A year had passed since Shinichiro’s death, and things had essentially returned to normal for the burgeoning Tokyo Manji gang and their affiliates minus Kazutora. Kumi’s biggest concern today was that she was now faced with a tutee who had the shortest attention span and fuse of them all, and she had not even seen it coming.

“B-Baji?” She said, dumbfounded as her eyes settled on the young man sitting in the corner, chewing a pencil with irritation as he pored over a workbook in front of him. Kumi looked around the deserted classroom, ran quickly outside to check that she was indeed in the right place before returning quietly to stand at the entrance. Baji hadn’t heard her soft voice or her light footsteps the first time, but feeling her eyes on him, he then looked up in her direction, his mouth pulling into a grimace once he saw her.

“You’re not-” he started.

“You can’t be-” she began.

The pencil snapped in his hand under pressure, and he groaned audibly, running his hands through his hair.

“You’re the tutor?!”

Kumi wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms.

“It’s not like I knew it would be you! If I did I wouldn't have come over here!"

“Then don’t!” He hissed. Kumi frowned, keeping her irritated but slightly concerned look on him and his face reddened for a split second before he turned away, staring out the window to avert his gaze as though her very look would pierce through his skin. “What?!”

Her frown deepened and she hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and rearranging the desk right before him so that she could face him.

She leaned in just slightly so that she could look at exactly what math problems he was struggling to comprehend, then glanced up at him. Entirely too close for Baji’s comfort, he shifted back his chair, which made a loud screeching sound, but Kumi was too geared into academic mode to be offended.

“Are you really struggling this much? I was told to start as though you were two grade levels behind.”

With this comment, she opened up one of the textbooks and pulled out a couple pencils because she sure as hell was going to get the extra credit she had been offered for this task, no matter what it cost her.

The tomato shade Baji’s ears had taken on seemed to deepen, and he whipped his head back to face her, now clearly between anger and embarrassment and Kumi considered for a moment scooting her own seat back before he lunged at her. But instead, she remembered what Mitsuya had said a while ago.

First, that Baji was, deep down, a good guy and second, that he might actually like her.

Her ears warmed at the thought briefly, then she banished it completely as she had done the entire past year, remembering that whether he liked her or not, he was a delinquent failing math hard enough that he had to repeat the entire year and that simply would not do, no matter what.

His foul mouth especially reminded her not to entertain any positive thoughts, even though now that she was close to him and face to face, she could actually admit that he was a little attractive, especially now that she was no longer terribly afraid of him.

“Bring someone else. I don’t want your fucking help,” he barked, crossing his arms and raising his foot onto the desk in a gesture of defiance.

Kumi pressed her lips together and let out a sigh of defeat. Then, she smiled widely and closed her books.

“Well, I give up. Good luck, Baji.”

Before she could rise to feign leaving the room, Baji grabbed her quickly by the wrist and pulled her to him, semi-roughly. She made an unintentional yelp and he immediately let go, and she whisked in his direction, offended that he grabbed her.

But before she could actually say anything, he murmured in the quietest voice she had ever heard from him.

“Don’tleavejusthelpme,” he pleaded through his teeth.

Kumi’s cheeks burned a little hotter as she settled back into her seat, but she tried her best to keep an air of superiority.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

---

Going from seeing Kazutora almost every day to not seeing him at all was difficult, to say the least. While her boyfriend wasn’t the only thing that kept her occupied, the void that he left while he was away felt incredibly loud. But there wasn’t much she could do except wait for him, occasionally visiting his mother in hopes of hearing some good news. Unfortunately, Kaksi quickly realised that Kazutora’s mother had barely any interest in her own son.

That didn’t really come as a surprise considering what the boy had told her despite not remembering much about his childhood. Still, Kaksi couldn’t even begin to imagine how Kazutora was dealing with juvie. A year had already passed though and she would be able to see him again after the next, picking up exactly where they had left off. This was what kept her smiling through the days.

But things had changed quite a lot already. While Kaksi wasn’t part of Toman, she had heard that their numbers were increasing, which was steadily making them more famous, a fact that wasn’t exactly thrilling to her. After Shinichiro’s death, she could only hope that none of her friends would get in any more trouble. But it wasn’t like they ever listened to her.

So she kept quiet, trying to distance herself as much as possible from any type of business involving the gang while also keeping a good relationship with the founding members of Toman, more notably, Mikey. What had originally started as some way for Kaksi to repay herself for the imaginary implications that she had with Kazutora’s mistakes turned into friendly dates with Mikey.

Every week, on Saturday at exactly 12:30 p.m., the girl would have him pick her up with his CB250T near her place then drive them to his favorite restaurant. At first, it felt a little strange, knowing the history of his not-exactly brand new bike and also considering that Kaksi only ever rode on Kazutora’s bike. However, it turned out that sitting behind Mikey felt somewhat safer and actually quite enjoyable.

Kaksi had learned that Mikey was actually pretty talkative; while he never talked about his emotions, he did enjoy speaking to her about a range of things. He also started displaying his childish side to her more and more, which Draken quickly taught her how to handle. She found that she didn’t mind carrying little flags around in her bag for when Mikey’s meals needed them.

She also enjoyed seeing her gift around his wrist, which she noticed was missing something today.

“Mikey,” she said as he hungrily took a big bite from his sandwich.

The boy hummed and looked at her, his mouth full and with a little  bit of mayonnaise at the corner. Kaksi chuckled, before wiping it off and speaking.

“The Taiyaki charm on your bracelet,” she pointed out. “It’s gone.”

Mikey took a moment before answering, not wanting to spit out some of his meal on his companion.

“Yeah, I took it off.”

“Oh. Did you not like it?” she questioned.

“No, I kept it,” the boy explained. “I prefer wearing the bracelet all the time, like you do, but I didn’t want to lose the charm in a fight or something.”

Kaksi’s eyes widened slightly at his explanation and she could feel her face getting warmer all of a sudden.

“Looks like you really like it,” she teased him, nonetheless.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, before taking another bite of his meal.

Kaksi didn’t usually have other boys flustering her, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.  

---

Kaksi found that it was easy to forget her own confusing feelings when she was faced with addressing her friend’s feelings instead. Kumi had come over for a sleepover, and one of the first things the young girl did once Kumi had settled down her bags and curled up into one of her bean bag chairs was ask her how her tutoring session went.

“Why do I feel like you had something to do with this?” Kumi accused once she’d finished recounting her surprisingly productive session. Baji seemed to actually want to learn, the threat of repeating a grade a second time a sufficient enough motivator.

Kaksi’s brown eyes almost sparkled with glee while Kumi wasn’t the least bit amused.

“Was it just math you went over? Did you study chemistry too?”

Kumi hurled a pillow at her across the room at full strength, which Kaksi dodged expertly before laughing.

“Come on, it’s funny!”

Kumi raised an eyebrow.

“I need you to try to set me up with normal boys,” Kumi said, tonally emphasizing the word ‘normal’ while she fiddled with a tangled mess of fabric in her hands. She was trying to follow Kaksi’s bracelet pattern in red and white and was getting more and more frustrated by the minute.

Kaksi gently took the growing disaster out of her hands and teased the messy flosses apart, smiling sadly to herself. The smile made Kumi uneasy as she anticipated what she was thinking about.

“It’s good if at least one of us ends up happy.”

Kumi sighed.

“He’s not dead, Kaksi. It’s just juvie. He’ll get out and you can be all lovey dovey again.”

Kaksi seemed to consider this, and nodded her head. Kumi noticed that her friend had almost immediately made order out of her mess and looked at her with both awe and a mild embarrassment.

“I was trying to fix that for the past 20 minutes, what the hell?!”

Kaksi grinned, this time sincerely, and handed the separated flosses back to Kumi to start over.

“I’m good at damage control, I guess.”

---

Damage control was a little bit of what Kumi was attempting, she liked to tell herself.

If Baji was with her, catching up to grade level in math, he couldn’t be out on the streets and cause trouble. It gave her a sense of civic duty that she was molding this menace into a productive member of society.

Munching as quietly as possible on a Pepero stick, she watched him curiously as he wrote numbers and symbols, working out the answer to a complex algebraic equation. She was less focused on the work he was showing on the page, instead observing the gentle furrow in his brows as he focused silently.

Now that he was concentrating, he was visibly less volatile. Kumi thought he even looked like he had brushed his hair a little bit today, but she wasn’t so sure. A dark lock fell forward into his field of view and before she could contemplate whether or not she wanted to tuck it behind his ear, he spoke suddenly.

“Bambi, what are you staring at?” He didn’t look up.

Kumi’s eyes widened as she repeated, “B-Bambi?”

He paused writing, then glanced up from his sheet finally, his eyes meeting hers.

“Your eyes are huge and you always seem to be staring. Like a lost deer.”

His voice was neutral enough that she wasn’t sure if he was actually making fun of her or not.

“W-why…?” She trailed off. Had he just forgotten her name and was coming up with a surrogate?

Baji blew air out of his nose and shook his head, murmuring a ‘never mind’ as he erased something off the page.

Baji and ‘Bambi’ continued to march through the problem set through the late afternoon and into the early evening.

---

Hearing Baji’s latest nickname for her friend, Kaksi couldn’t help smiling. While Kumi had argued with her that it was definitely not a term of endearment that the boy had started using for her, Kaksi decided to believe that it was. Therefore, teasing would be endless from now on.

She knew that provoking Baji was a bad idea, but she correctly believed that she was one of the few people that could get away with it mostly unscathed. Yet before she could say anything, walking next to the boy on the sidewalk on their way to their respective places, he spoke.

“Mikey and you are looking very friendly lately.”

Kaksi’s eyes widened slightly, not exactly sure what to answer. She immediately got defensive.

“So do you with Kumi!”

“Shut up! That’s not true,” he protested, eyebrows furrowed. “She’s just been helping me with school a lot.”

Baji didn’t really know why he immediately felt the need to justify himself.

“I know,” she replied, with a little smile. “She’s great, I told you.”

Baji looked away. “Whatever.”

Kaksi couldn’t help chuckling, not having seen his face but picturing him rolling his eyes still.  

“But for real, what’s up with Mikey and you, though?”

The girl took a moment before answering.

“Nothing. I just felt bad after… Shinichiro’s death, you know?” she explained. “Even though I know there was nothing I could do about it. So now I treat him to lunch every week.”

Kaksi was unsure about what exact good this little action did to Mikey. But as long as she could make him smile, this was satisfaction enough. Baji took in this new information quietly for a moment, then laughed.

“Damn and what do I have to do for you to give me some money?” Baji joked with a smile, noticing the slight change of tone in his friend’s voice.

The girl chuckled.

“Be nicer to Kumi,” she teased.

“I’ve been nice enough to Bambi.”

Kaksi laughed, he was definitely heading in the good direction she had to admit. She pressed a little.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you had a girlfriend too when Kazutora’s out of juvie?”

Baji made a gagging noise before speaking again.

“And look as gross as you two? I’ll pass.”

“I’m pretty sure you meant cute,” she teased him with a smile, before letting out a little sigh. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

Baji instantly felt guilt wash over him at those words. If only he had been more insistent on that day and had convinced Kazutora to give up on that idea instead of following him. But he had already had that conversation with Mikey and Kaksi separately and everyone knew that there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent this incident. Still, it was difficult sometimes to accept this thought.

“We’ll see him soon,” Baji reassured with a little smile.

They didn’t say anything further for a little while, walking in silence.

“I never talk about Kazutora with Mikey,” Kaksi spoke again. “It feels like I shouldn’t.”

The boy understood that feeling all too well; besides, Kaksi shouldn’t be the one to address this situation despite her close ties to Kazutora and now to Mikey too. 

“I did,” he told her. “Not much, but someone has to defend Kazutora.”

Kaksi hated that Kazutora had to be defended. How could anyone do this for him? She felt bad thinking about this. Could anyone blame Mikey if he refused to forgive her boyfriend? Could anyone even expect forgiveness from Mikey? The girl understood Baji’s complicated position, he just wanted his friends to get along like they used to.

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth,” he explained. “That it was all an accident and that Kazutora only had good intentions for him, as stupid as it sounds now.”

The girl didn’t think anyone doubted Kazutora’s intentions. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure this was enough to fix what had been broken.

“I know he is upset, even though he won’t talk about it,” Baji continued. “But he knows Kazutora would never hurt his friends on purpose.”  

“Kazutora’s not a bad person,” she said, almost whispering, more to herself than anyone else.

“No, he’s not and I’m sure it will be better once he’s out of juvie.”

Kaksi smiled at her friend, she could only hope it would be.

[deans-baby-momma]

Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl

A/N: Here it is guys! My new story, Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl. It will be posted on Wednesday mornings and Friday afternoons. Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: What if when Lisa and Dean had hooked up all those years ago, she'd had Abby, a pre-teen daughter?Now here it is almost a decade later, Dean is back to try out "the apple pie life" as he put it.

A month from turning 21, when Abby's mom allows an old hookup to move in with the family she realizes her younger brother Ben resembles Dean a lot and wonders if her mom knows this is Ben's father.

But, what happens when she get drunk on her 21st and has to call for a ride and Dean answers?The backseat of her mom's car now holds secrets that they both hope never surfaces. And can they stay away from each other?

“Abigail! Benjamin! Dinner's ready." my mom yells up the stairs. 

I close the book I am reading as I hear my bratty 9 year old brother answer back.

"I'm in the middle of a battle!"

I roll my eyes as I stretch. 'Kids and their stupid games', I think.  I am a college student at home for summer break and my little brother is worried about winning an imaginary fight on his game. Yea, he's going to be in for a surprise when he gets out in the real world.

A junior at Purdue University, I am studying Finance and Economics but while on breaks I work as an aide at the local library on the weekends, to help my mom with keeping food in the house.

My mother, a yoga instructor and single parent, is Lisa Danielle Braeden and we have lived in the same quaint house in the same quaint town of Cicero for my whole life. 

Mom smiles at me as I enter the kitchen, ready to get some sustenance before going back to read next semester's syllabus. What can I say, I like to be prepared.

It is a typical Tuesday evening in our house. I've washed the laundry I brought home, unpacked my bags and kept an eye on my brother while Mom worked and then came straight home to take care of us.

My mom has always beamed with pride at how well I excelled in high school, graduating with honors and being accepted into the finance classes at BU.

"How's it going baby girl?" she asks, handing me a plate.

Benjamin, Ben for short, finally graces us with his presence and Mom ruffles his hair as he begins scooping out his food.

As we are eating, the doorbell rings.

"I got it," Mom says and leaves the room.

Ben takes the opportunity to throw me a glare and I scoff. "What's your problem brat?"

"You are.  Miss goody two-shoes who does no wrong. All you do is study and work. Don't you have any friends?"

"Do you," I sneer. "Other than the ones from your game?"

At that moment Mom walks back into the room with a smile on her face. Behind her is a person who looks familiar. I feel as if I should recognize him, as if I know him. And then I remember.

Years ago, back when it was just me and Mom, this man spent a whole weekend here. I never thought I'd see him again, like all the other men Mom had paraded through in my 20 years.

I was about 14 when I realized all the 'friends' who stayed here for a day or two weren't anything other than Lisa Braeden's flavor of the week. 

Seeing this man reminds me of early Saturday morning, eating cereal in the den and watching-and laughing- at cartoons with him. And the ride to the ice cream store in the sleek black muscle car, the wind blowing through my air and the engine rumbling under my butt.

If any of Mom's conquests were to return, Dean Winchester is the last one I expected. He had actually paid attention to me and hadn’t treated me like an inconvenience. He had been nice.  

And now here he stands, back in our home.

 "I remember you."

“Holy shit,” Dean exclaims as he looks at me. “You cannot be Abby?”

“Sure am,” I smile as I answer.

“Wow, you grew up!” He says as he passes by Mom and comes over to give me a hug. “Guess you probably done outgrew Scooby Doo, also huh?” He laughs as he steps back from the embrace. “If I remember right, you had a major crush on Fred.”

I blush at the thought of a young me gushing to this stranger about how cute I thought a cartoon was. Ah, the innocence of youth.

“Eh, I’m more into Shaggy now.”

Dean laughs and glances across the table at my brother. He does a quick double take and then reaches out his hand. “Hi I’m Dean. I’m a friend of…”

“My mom. Yea I got that,” Ben nonchalantly cuts him off, and goes back to eating. Rude kid!

Mom grabs a plate from the cabinet and sits it down at the end of the table where she usually sits and walks to the fridge. Opening the door, she says, “I only have the light stuff. Is that okay?”

“Yea. Yea,” Dean answers as he takes his place at the head of the table. Mom sits the beer at his side and kisses his cheek. “Dig in.”

As we eat, we catch up with one another. Dean asks Mom if she is still into yoga teaching and asks me all about school. He exclaims that he cannot believe that I am in college already and then brings up some embarrassing thing I’d said and did from that weekend oh so long ago.

Dean tries bringing my brother into the conversation but Ben keeps quiet, scowling across at us,  never saying a word. He eyes this man up and down, this stranger to him, but who is an apparent friend of mine and Mom’s. 

“Can I be excused?” he asks when he is done and Mom nods, not really paying attention. Instead she is hanging off every word out of Dean’s mouth.

Ben gets up and I have to remind him to take his dishes to the sink, which he mumbles hatefully about. He gives one more look at the three of us and then sulks out of the room. What is his problem, I wonder. If he’d just stay here and get to know Dean, I’m sure he would like him. 

They both seem to like taking things apart and finding out how they function. Dean had fixed the toaster oven and the furnace for Mom when he was here. And if I remember correctly Dean liked classic rock, which is the exact kind of music I hear pouring out of my brother’s room sometimes. Also, I can tell Dean still has that same cocky know-it-all attitude…..kinda like Ben.

Realization hits and I start doing the math. I was ten, almost eleven, when Dean spent that weekend here and now I am going to be turning 21 in less than a month. That means that weekend was almost ten years ago. Ben would be turning 9 on his next birthday. 

I look at my Mom with shock. Could it be? They are an awful lot alike, Dean and Ben. Did she know? Had Mom kept this a secret? How had I never thought to ask her who Ben’s father was? How had I not put two and two together before now? 

Was Dean Ben’s dad?!

That night, Mom invites Dean into her bed like it was natural. To me, it was something she used to do all the time. Whoever was at the house got to sleep in her bed, with her. At the time, in my prepubescent mind, I thought that was all they were doing. How naive I had been!

Since Ben came along, though, she hasn’t had many sleepovers with strange men. Actually in the last 10 years there have only been a couple and that was when my brother was still an infant. Was it because Dean had knocked her up and she was hoping and wishing he would return so she could tell him? Would she tell him now? Would Dean become my step-dad?

I have so many questions that need answers and I don’t even know how to begin to get them.

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[blissfulparker]

What’s mine is yours→college!peter

Summary→ you and peter share just about everything. Nothing goes untouched by the other. But what if you start getting a little deeper with your stealing?

Parings→ college!peter Parker x college!reader

Warnings→ fluff

A/n→ this is for @thollandss writing challenge! Hope you enjoy.💖

At first it was hoodies, cold New York nights that had you wrapped up in some of your favorites sweatshirts from peter. To his old midtown one from high school to the one he got in Italy when he went to Europe. He didn’t mind, no, in-fact he loved seeing you bundled up in them. When he’d hug you goodbye you’d smell just like him and you liked that too. Peter always leaving a mark on you somehow.

Then it was tee shirts or his flannels. These were on fall mornings when you needed something quick to throw on before class when you spent the night in peters dorm. His shirts would be big on your or stretched out from how long he’s had them. His flannels would be snug on you. They’d be long at the torso but short at the arms. You loved the wear them buttoned up as a sleep shirt or tucked half in as a outfit.

Peter couldn’t blame you because he sometimes did the same to you. Stole your hair ties just to wear on his wrist so every time he looked down he’d be reminded of you. His favorite was the red velvet one because it reminded him of Spider-Man.

Sometimes he’d take one of your shirts, not to wear—well, maybe it depends on the size and what it was—just to cuddle with when you’d be gone at night. You thought it was adorable and let him take as many shirts as he needed.

People thought you guys were So tooth rotting that sometimes they couldn’t stand to be around you. Seeing peter with your scrunches, you with his hoodie, even matching necklaces. Playing with each other’s hands and falling more and more in love every single day.

But right now peter was running late. To meet you of course. He just came back from patrol and was already 20 minuets late to your study date at the coffee shop.

2:18pm

Hey! I ordered you coffee but it got kinda cold so I just drank it. Where are you?

I’ll order you another when you get here but will you be here? Haha love you!

2:34pm

Pete, I already finished two problems for our chem class, you have to do 15 and 16 it’s only fair

2:36pm

Are you on patrol? Sorry for blowing up your phone I’m just worried I haven’t heard from you.❤️

We’re all the texts from you while peter was busy swinging around the city. He frantically searched for a pair of clean socks but they were all dirty. He swore he had a pair of Nike ones that were clean but he couldn’t find them for the life of him.

“Ned! Did you borrow my socks?” Peter called out as he searched the drawer. He groaned as he was pretty much out of luck at this point and was going to be even later than he already was.

“No, you have small feet peter.” Ned called from his video game and peter grunted as he resulted to spraying dirty ones with febreeze and slipping on some shoes.

“I had a pair of clean ones and now their gone. Whatever I’ll just do my laundry tonight.” Peter comes out with his back pack and picks up some of his books for the classes.

“Mmh, can’t do that. Someone already is using three washers and the other one is out of order.” Ned smashed buttons and peter threw his head back and groaned. He’ll just go down to the laundry mat, he desperately needed clean clothes.

“Whatever, see you in an hour or something.” Peter waves and ned finally pauses.

“You mean whenever you’re done smooching up with (y/n)?” Ned tells him and peter blushes.

“Shut up!” He taps his books. “Besides were not even at her dorm so we won’t be doing any of that.” Peter tells him with his head high before he opens the door. “Seriously though who’s using three washers?” Peter shakes his head as he closes the door and makes his way downstairs.

I’m on my way now! Sorry I’m so late couldn’t find any socks! I swore I had a pair of nike ones but I guess I must’ve lost them in the laundry room.🤷‍♀️ see you soon!

Your phone buzzes with a text from peter. You’re slightly annoyed he’s so late when you should be use to his lateness. You knew what you signed up for but when he doesn’t check up on you that’s when you start to worry.

You look down at your feet and see that it was you for the reason he’s late. You had his Nike socks on that matched perfect with a pair of mom jeans and one of your new sweaters that peter already adored. You move your pants leg down farther so that when he walks in he can’t see you stole his socks.

It was an accident anyways. Normally you’d hate sleeping with socks on but one night peters doom was particularly freezing cold. His portable heater was broken and his sheets were too thin. Peter had no problem but you needed so badly to be warm.

Once he fell asleep you slipped out and found a pair of Socks. Not your usual soft fluffy ones from target or Forever 21 But they would do. They were the only pair of clean ones peter had and as much as you loved your boyfriend, there’s no way you’re using dirty socks.

You thought that you’d just take them home and wash them. Which you did, but you were wearing them again because it looked cute and you thought of him. To be fair, you’re scrunchies we’re running low all do to peter wearing them as bracelets.

Peter walked in gripping his backpack and pushing his hair back as he joined the line to order a coffee. Medium caramel latte with 3 shots of espresso. That’s what he always ordered, if he could to more than three shots he would but they cut peter off at three saying more could kill him. It didn’t matter though, 3 shots was nothing Because of the effects of the spider bite. For caffeine to run though peters body he needed at least nine shots for something to happen.

“Hey!” He comes and presses a kiss on your temple as he takes a seat next to you at the table.

“Hi!” You reach up for his lips and he gladly accepts the kiss.

“Sorry I was so late, I was on patrol and lost track of time. Some kids got their baseball stuck up in a tree so I got it down for them and some old woman couldn’t find her car and then the next thing you know I was late. I also can’t seem to find my socks anymore. I dunno I think I’m loosing my mind.” He takes a sip of the warm beverage before setting it down and taking out his stuff.

“Weird.” You nod and scoot your feet even farther under the chair so he can’t see them. “Anyways, I needed help with problems 1-4 for math and want you to proof read my essay for creative writing if that’s okay with you?” You ask and he nods.

“You’re an amazing writer there’s really no reason for me to proof read but I always love being the first one to read your works.” He smiles and you feel a blush creep up.

Peter moves his books and suddenly his highlighter falls in between your two chairs. You panic, not exactly thinking he’d get mad at you but just think he’d find it a bit weird.

“I’ve got it.” You reach down but peter was already one arm down and grabbing the pink highlighter.

“Hey,” he stopped and then came back up quickly. “Aren’t those my—“ You cover your face with your hands and push back your hair.

“I’m sorry, I know I know it’s weird but your dorm is so cold pete, so cold. One night when your portable heater broke and I was already bundled up and you were fast asleep I couldn’t sleep because my feet were just freezing. I thought I had some of my fuzzy socks from the winter in your drawer but I didn’t so I saw these and put them on and they helped. I was gonna take them home and wash them which I did but I was gonna keep a little longer because I liked they way They matched my fit.” You confess and peter stares at you in awe. His lips parted and his eyes have a twinkle but soon his lips turn into a playful grin.

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” He grins and you grunt as you find your face back in your hands from embarrassment.

“I know, I know, it’s weird. I’ll give them back tonight when I do my laundry.” You tell him and he scoots his chair closer and moves your hands.

“You’re so adorable.” He says with a smile and you have the hardest time making eye contact with how embarrassed you are. “I don’t care, I think it’s cute.” He kisses your cheek and waits for you to look at him.

“I think it’s embarrassing.” You mumble, not serious. just that you stole your boyfriends socks when most girls just take their boyfriends jackets and maybe a shirt. You just take everything from peter.

“No, what people think is embarrassing is a boy who doesn’t have long hair wear a big fluffy velvet scrunchie on his wrist everyday. The ones from forever 21 or H&M. Has no long hair at all but wears them on his wrist because it smells like their girlfriends hair and the imagines her putting her hair up in one.” He tilts your head up and you smile because you know he does that.

Red, blue, black, teal blue, maroon, baby pink, plaid, the one with little flowers on it. He had them all in a collection in his drawer. You had plenty more and when you tried to get new ones peter just gave you the old ones to wear some more before he stole them back.

“Do you still want your socks back?” You ask and he taps his highlight and looks down at the problem.

“Do you have more than one pair?” He asks and you shake your head ‘no’ but then the hair on his arm goes up and you sigh.

“Yes, okay fine I have the Harry Potter ones too.” You pout and he jerks his head up. He’s been wondering why those come and go. He never made the connection.

“My hufflepuff ones?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No, you lost those over a month ago, that wasn’t my fault. I take the ones with the little hedwig all over. I’ll buy you some more I promise.” You tell him and he just pulls you into his chest.

“No need for that, I guess since we’re confessing things...I took your queen tee shirt about a month ago. I told you that you lost it but sometimes I use it as a pillowcase when you can’t sleepover.” He admits and you giggle, you knew that. Peter was really, really bad at playing dumb. Also you found it under his disgusting bed when you were looking for the condoms he hid from everyone who walked in.

“Yeah, I know that pete.” You smile and kiss him on the jaw.

“You do?” He tilts his head and you nod and adjust yourself back in your seat.

“Yeah, found it under your bed.” You shrug and it’s now peter who is red. “Can we work now and worry about where are clothes are later?” You want to change the subject before you admit to taking anything else of his—his Spider-Man mask he thought he lost.

“Yeah sure, which ones are we on again?” He asks and you point and he starts to get to work before he stops to take s sip of coffee and looks at you.

“Wait, have you seen my Spider-Man mask then?”

Let’s talk about this and tell me how you feel!

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[sarenicide]

Middle School AU Shenanigans

Eyyy! I'm back at it again with more headcanons. This just proves that I have no life lol. Anyways, quick note of headcanons you might not know but are important:

Gender related: Virgil is FtM, Janus is enby, Patton is a feminine boy, Remy is a cis female

Romance related: Remy and Roman are bisexual, Remus is aro pansexual, Logan and Emile are biromantic (both leaning towards guys) ace, Janus and Patton are pansexual, Virgil is mega homosexual

Misc.: Remy and Emile (I didn't forget them, don't worry) moved into town from France (Totally not because I want to flex the fact that I'm in honors French and have been taking French for 4 years noooo)

Let's get into this. Time to let my brain ramble...

Virgil has developed social anxiety at this point and tends to stick to his friend group.

Prank wars still break out between the friends but Virgil tends to play on his own team. Remy and Emile formed their own team they dubbed, "Sleep Therapy."

The first year of middle school, Remy moved to town and immediately hit it off with Remus which got her in the group.

Patton has picked up baking as a hobby and will bake his friend's favorite treats.

Patton found Emile in a baking competition and the two became fast friends. Emile goes to a different school so he sees the group outside of school.

Roman has joined his school's choir and always tries out for solos. His friends try their best to come to all of his concerts.

Janus will carry extra binders in both their size and in Virgil's just in case one of them loses one.

While they were closeted, Janus and Virgil would give any dresses or skirts they got to Patton and Remy.

Logan gets into every advanced class he can and has to take high school courses.

Logan does different competitions, usually in math or science.

With a lot of peer pressure from Janus and Patton, Virgil posts his art online under the name of Paranoia later changing to Anxiety.

Janus tends to lie more around people they aren't familiar with and hide their emotions behind a smirk.

Remus has started writing his own music that he only shows to Virgil, Janus, and Remy.

Virgil always carries extra earbuds mostly for himself if his headphones aren't working but he let's his friends borrow them.

Heights from tallest to shortest: Virgil, The Twins, Logan, Remy, Janus, Patton, Emile

Roman is a few inches taller than Remus. He teases the shorter so Remus started fluffing his hair up so that they were the same height again.

The group still has their monthly sleepovers which is when it slips about Virgil and Janus being trans. They're both accepted with overwhelming support but curse truth or dare!

Janus tells their parents a few months after the sleepover about their identity and are met with mixed results. Their siblings are cool with it but their parents haven't tried to change pronouns.

If they get in a fight, Logan and Janus will destroy the opponents with words, Virgil will fight back just until he can escape safely, Roman and Remus will fight back, Roman will until they are disarmed or too tired out and Remus only stops when forced to or until their knocked out, Patton can surprisingly be ruthless when his kiddos are being threatened, but if he's being threatened, he just gets a teacher, Emile will try to get them to talk out why their angry and will refer them to the counselor, and Remy will beat the crap out of them.

Janus and Patton are seen as the parents of the group, Janus being stricter than Patton but not too bad.

Patton has depression but tries his best to hide it with jokes.

Logan has to tutor Roman, Remus, Patton, Remy and occasionally help Emile, earning him the nickname "Teach."

Virgil, Roman, and Remus excel in Language Arts, Patton excels in gym and sports, Emile and Janus excel in philosophy and psychology, and Remy is great at history and geography.

Extroverts: Patton, Roman, Remy

Ambiverts: Emile, Remus

Introverts: Janus, Virgil

Remy has a habit of sleeping in classes that she isn't a fan of.

Patton will drag the group out shopping, much to Virgil and Logan's dismay. Patton has to buy something from Hot Topic for Virgil and a book for Logan for them to come.

Patton, Virgil, Remy, and Roman will wear makeup. Patton and Roman enjoy how it let's them express themselves, Remy uses it to hide the insomnia induced eye bags, and Virgil just likes how edgy he can look.

Remus and Remy will tease Janus by calling them Anus and will inevitably get hit and/or scolded for it

Nicknames for Virgil: V, Virge, Virgey, Emo Nightmare, literally all of Roman's nicknames

Nicknames for Janus: J, Jan, Jan Jan Binks (coined by Remus), Janny, Ren, Renny

Nicknames for Remy: Rem, Rem Rem, Do Remy (like Do Re Mi), Rey

Nicknames for Emile: Emmy, Em, Psychic, Mr. Therapist (coined by Remus)

Nicknames for Roman: Ro, Ro Ro, Princey, my hero (usually said in a sarcastic manner), Twin 1

Nicknames for Remus: Re, Re Re, REEEEEEEEEEEE (coined by Romsn and Virgil), Mus, Twin 2

Nicknames for Logan: L, Lo, Lo Lo, Teach, Mr. Logan (Said usually during tutor sessions)

Nicknames for Patton: Pat, Dad, Padre (coined by the twins), Pop star (coined by Virgil on accident)

Remy sometimes shows up late to school, thanks to waiting in lines at Starbucks.

If someone's cough cough REMUS cough locker gets too messy, Janus will stand by them and watch them clean the locker until Janus considers it clean.

Emile will drag one person of the group away so they can talk about their issues once a week.

Yeah so there's my middle school headcanons. I really enjoy the creative freedoms I can take with these. I want to write all of these so if I write fanfics or comics, people understand what's going on a bit better. Sorry these are jumbled messes, my brain doesn't organize anything so I just get a million ideas that I have to figure out how to fit together.

-Saren

Elementary School | High School

[mainly-kpop]

A Pirates Life For Me

Chapter Ten

Pirate!BTS Maid!Reader Warnings: more flash backs, abusive queen? infidelity  Summary:  You had always wondered about pirates, about a life outside of these walls. On your 23rd birthday, you would finally find out what both were really like. Word Count: 2.5k

‘Amelia, this is Y/N. She will be joining you for classes for a while so be kind.’ The nanny spoke, walking you to the room. The princess looked you up and down, crossing her arms.

‘Why are my classes not just me anymore?!’ She threw a tantrum. You stepped behind the nanny, trying not to cry. This was your first day able to leave your room the temperature finally gone. She noticed you step back in fear, regarding you curiously.

‘Are you scared?’ You just nodded, hiding further behind the tall woman. You knew you were a full year older than the princess, but she still had so much power. One word from her and you were out of this palace.

‘Fine, today we are reading a book. Are you coming?’ She spoke, trying to be passive. You looked toward her face; her eyes shined with curiosity. Stepping forward you slipped your hand into her waiting one. You never assumed you would become friends with her, figuring she was far too busy to bother with a commoner such as yourself. In fact, she was the one to come to you, begging for sleepovers. For you to play games with her and come to classes. Her favourite game was hide and seek, both of you running wild around the halls finding places to hide. You hid together, forcing the nanny to find you. Not realising until much later, the only reason she found you so quickly was because of your giggling. The princess always snickering behind her hand as you both hid behind a curtain. She would get lectured by the king on a regular basis, taking the blame for a lot of your ideas.

‘Can she sleep in my room tonight?’ She begged the Queen, the woman looked down at you, not enjoying having you around at all. To her you were a filthy commoner, a reminder none of the men inside these walls were faithful. Not like she was either, still not 100% sure who the princess’s ACTUAL father was. Regardless, she let you, tucking you both into the bed beside each other. This is how most nights went, you both cuddled up to each other. Sometimes she would talk to you about things that scared her.

‘I’m the princess! I don’t fear a thing!’ She whispered proudly, Although, a four-year-olds whisper is just talking.

‘There must be something you fear, you can tell me! I don’t like your jester, he scares me. OH, and when we run through the garden some of the bugs are super scary! Oh, and pirates, pirates are scary too…’ You listed off, only adding pirates since everyone else lived to tell you how awful they were. The princess screwed up her face for a minute before giggling.

‘I don’t like Ethan either, he’s weird! I don’t mind the bugs, there’s a really pretty one with wings, I want to be that pretty when I grow up! You don’t fear pirates though, I saw you reading that pirate book! You like them.’

‘I DO NOT!’ You protested, sitting up in her bed crossing your arms. She giggled, rolling around the bed at you.

‘I don’t mind. I like them too, they’re so cool. They can do whatever they want all the time!’ She awed, eyes sparkling with wonder. You forgot she didn’t have freedom; would never really have a time she wasn’t under someone’s finger. She would always have to be responsible for something.

‘That’s what I’m most scared of. I have nightmares about it sometimes, did you know? That I won’t be a good princess or queen. That I’ll be a disappointment to that big chair daddy sits in. I don’t want to be in control of the world!’ Maybe the world was a sight exaggeration, but you always understood her point. Having money didn’t seem all that good if you had to be so grown up!

You remembered every birthday the princess had. Her fifth birthday had been extravagant, some royals and their children from other countries came over, greeting her. A cute boy from a Germany came over, making the princess request to be his best friend instantly. They had become instant friends, making you join in on their activities. The three of you were close, making every birthday the princess celebrated the best day of the year.

When she turned ten, the boy came across again. In the past years he had grown up dramatically, he didn’t want to play your games anymore, telling you both these things were for children. The princess quietened down in his presence, becoming bashful and almost shy.

‘Why do you always do that around him? He’s just a boy!’ You whined, pulling her to the side of the party. You both wore matching dresses, refusing to come to any of these events unless you matched. She couldn’t stand you wearing maid clothes or anything like that, saying you weren’t just some common maid. You were her best friend and her best friend should have the best, always.

‘Franz and I are going to be married. Did you know? Father told me at my fifth birthday. I think he is a horrible child, truly insufferable. I could just do what my mother does though so it’s fine.’ She shrugged not really caring. You didn’t know all this information, now understanding a lot of the weirder interactions between them.

‘Wait, what do you mean what your mother does?’ You questioned, frowning at the statement. Amelia rolled her eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder.

‘Oh sweet, sweet Y/N, she’s been sneaking around with the advisor way before I was even born! I wouldn’t be surprised if he was my father! Anyway, lets get back to the party I’m hungry!’

You were never really sure where your birthday fell, never celebrating something so silly at the brothel. The princess told you that you would now celebrate yours the same day as her. She knew you would never get such a big party thrown for you.

You turned eleven that year, things starting to change. Your classes got cut, still taking English and maths, however you didn’t do any of the other ones with her. She began horse riding and etiquette classes. You learned to sew and cook, Amelia and you could tell what was happening, both of you not enjoying it at all.

‘They still have sleepovers every weekend, this needs to stop.’ The queen whispered to the king; teeth gritted as she fumed. The king rolled his eyes at the woman. He knew you were the best thing for his daughter, the queen just couldn’t see that.

‘Honestly, I think we are doing enough separating their classes. Give it time they will drift apart. Now tell me woman, are you sleeping in this bed tonight or someone else’s?’ She rolled her eyes, hating the man before her, if she could kill him and get away with it, she totally would. Storming out of the room, the king laughed to himself. ‘Someone else’s it is then.’ The king didn’t mind, he had his favourite maid of course, he just kept it more of a secret than the queen.

‘So, you really have to marry Franz?’ You questioned, making a disgusted face. Amelia nodded, the same expression on her face. Honestly, Franz wasn’t an ugly boy, he was kind of chubby, clearly well fed in his kingdom. Blonde hair and dark eyes, he had quite a pretty look to him, yet you could tell he wasn’t what the princess liked.

‘I mean, I have nothing against him, let’s just say he hasn’t aged as well as us and leave it at that…’ She snickered, cuddling into your side.

‘But if you don’t like him, won’t you just end up like your mother and father?’ You questioned, trying to keep your voice down. Honestly, at the age of ten and eleven you shouldn’t know as much as you did. Growing up in a palace just seemed to mature you a lot faster than a normal household.

‘Realistically yes. He still thinks I’m a child, so I can already tell he doesn’t like me. We are not going to be happy together but that’s just a royal thing I guess.’ She paused, giving you time to speak. Unable to think of something to say you kept quiet. ‘Promise me something?’ She shifted her weight lying on her pillow, you did the same looking at her.

‘Promise me you’ll be happy. No matter what happens between us, no matter what. You’ll be happy.’ You nodded, hooking her pinkie finger with yours. ‘Promise.’ You whispered, falling asleep with your hands locked together.

Teen years were harder. Where the princess had people to talk to about how she was feeling, you didn’t really have anyone. I mean, you had the princess, but she was going through roughly the same stuff. Talking to her about your issues seemed stupid anyway, she had more things, worse things. You just felt like a burden to her, not that you would ever admit that.

‘Come to my room tonight? I know we aren’t meant to, but we haven’t seen each other in a good few weeks…’ She mumbled, stopping you at the door. You had just come in from getting her horse ready before she headed out. You just nodded, winking at her.

That night you creeped into her room, both of you talking like you had never been separated.

‘I KNEW IT!’ She screeched; you slapped a hand over her mouth as she giggled. Slowly, you removed your hand laughing at the large smile spread across her face.

‘He’s cute! I totally told you he was into you, he always asked about you.’ She informed you, ranting on and on about how she was basically a match maker. Suddenly, she stopped, gasping dramatically. She slapped her hands on her cheeks, looking like she forgot something.

‘What about the pirates!’ She exclaimed dramatically, you just rolled your eyes, slapping her arm.

‘Pirates are old and gross; Lucas is so pretty!’ you fawned, waving your hands in front of your face to calm yourself. You asked her about classes, she asked you about your jobs. Both of you were clearly not enjoying either of them, both bored out your minds.

‘I wonder what life outside of the palace is like…’ She whispered, both of you close to falling asleep.

‘From what I remember, it’s not all that good…’ You replied with a yawn.

‘They have freedom, they can do what they want. It has to be better than this right?’ She was sheltered, you couldn’t expect her to know anything about life outside of the walls. Explaining it to her wasn’t going to help either, she wouldn’t understand from words.

‘One day, go out to the village, you’ll see it’s not as great as you assume. Go to sleep, you have classes early!’ You told her, cuddling into her back. She shuffled closer to you, settling into your touch.

‘I love you.’ She whispered, sleep quickly over taking her, you just smiled kissing her head. ‘I love you too Mia.’

‘Out with stable boy again?’ She spoke behind you, amused smile washing over your face. You turned around, nodding at her.

‘You must tell me about it. Come to my chamber’s tomorrow night, we need to catch up, deal? She watched you nod and run off, heading out to her lesson with a cocky smile on her face. God she was good at this match maker shit.

The next day you seemed distracted, like you were constantly looking for someone. She hadn’t put the pieces together until she got to her horse riding lessons. Lucas was no where in sight, her lessons cancelled for the day, she was glad of asking you to meet her tonight. She was so confused. You came into her room that night, breaking down in tears instantly. She scooped you into her arms, pulling you to the couch, cuddling you until you stopped sobbing. Finally, you spilled your guts, telling her of the almost sex you had. About how you got caught by the advisor, regardless, you haven’t seen Lucas since.

‘You don’t think, he said anything right?’ You shook your head.

‘The guy is up my ass about everything, but I don’t think he would do that…’ You whispered, looking down at the bracelet on your wrist, breaking down again. The door of the princess’s room opened, the queen storming into the room.

‘Out child.’ She snarled at you; a sob escaped you as you ran out another place. Seriously, scuttling out of rooms was now becoming a habit.

‘Mother, that was unnecessary.’ Amelia scolded, the queen grabbing her by her arm, shoving her under a shower. She struggled against the woman’s grasp, screaming bloody murder.

‘YOU CRAZY WOMAN GET OFF ME!’ The Queen just shoved her further under the cold water. Her teeth chattered, finally closing her mouth. She realised quickly what was happening. The queen had something against you, she hated knowing you had touched her daughter. It disgusted Amelia how much she hated you, but Amelia hated her mother more.

‘If I see you and that girl in here one more time, I will personally see to it that she is thrown back on the streets. Unless she is here for work, she has no business.’ Amelia just laughed in the woman’s face, calling a dresser and guard into the room.

‘You can’t do anything mother, you are not father, you have no control.’ The Queen narrowed her eyes, the dresser changed the princess, drying her hair and getting her ready for bed. Again.

‘I can do whatever I want, as long as your father gets a terrible story.’ She threatened, leaving the room with the guard. Amelia just apologised to the dresser, trying to figure out what she was going to do now. She didn’t want to ghost you, never speak to you again abruptly, instead she wrote you a letter, slipping it under your door early that morning.

‘I’m sorry, Mother threatened your security here, and the only thing that scares me more than being the princess, is losing you. She said if you were ever in my room for anything other than work, she would make sure you were back on the streets. I won’t have that, please don’t get us into trouble, I’ll miss you so much. I hope you’re okay, please be okay, remember the promise you made when we were 11? Don’t break it.’ You didn’t take it well, Amelia not faring too well either. She grew up, grew out of you. You didn’t, always longing after her, wishing she was still your friend. For the next years, there wasn’t a single thing you didn’t want to tell her. There never came a day you didn’t wish to talk with her.

Amelia always believed that when she became Queen, she could have you back, could apologise for everything that ever happened. Life wasn’t fair though, and time wasn’t kind. The day of her twenty third birthday, this was the year she was meant to take the throne, but you were gone that night.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What color... Are your second best friend's eyes?  -- Is your math binder? I’m done with school. Is your English teacher's hair? ^^^ Is your bathrobe? I don’t have one. Was the shirt of the last person you spoke to? Black.

Was the shirt of the last person you kissed?  I don’t remember, it was years ago. Is the kind of jam in the fridge? Purple; it’s grape jelly. Is your MSN font? I don’t use MSN, never have. Is that even still a thing? Is your bathtub? White. Are the socks you're wearing?  White. Is your home phone? Black. Is your cellphone?  Coral. Is the last pair of earrings you wore?  Rose gold. Is the hallway walls? White. Is your alarm clock?  I use an app on my phone, which like I said is coral. Is your favorite book?  I have way too many favorites to choose. Is your dream house?  Hm. I’m not sure what color I’d want my dream house to be. I always think about the interior. Is your dream boyfriend/girlfriend's car?  *shrug* I wouldn’t care. Is your computor chair?  I don’t have one, I go on my laptop on my bed. Is your tightest shirt? Uh, I don’t have any tight shirts. Is your tighest pair of pants?  Most of my jeans are dark wash (dark blue), with the exception of a pair of black jeans.  Is/was your school mascot?  I’m not sharing that. Nails does the last girl you laughed with have? Burgundy. Are your pets?  Tan, white, black. Is your bzoink profile?  I don’t have one. Is/was your locker? Never had one. Is your most itchy and uncomfortable sweater?  I don’t own any itchy and uncomfortable sweaters, only comfortable ones.  Is the frame your favorite picture is in? Black. Is your favorite CD case?  I don’t have any CDs. Do you... Enjoy your job?  I don’t have a job. Find shyness attractive?  It can be cute. Have someone to call your own?  No. Drink at least one glass of Pepsi every day? No. I don’t drink soda anymore (except the bit I drink with my medicine cause I have to crush my pills and I mix it with soda). I used to drink soda everyday for a long time, but it was Coke or Dr. Pepper mostly.  Swoon over accents? Some are attractive. Use violence to get your own way?  Never. Smoke cigarettes?  No. Keep track of all the things you need to do?  I sometimes make a list or set reminders if needed.  Spend too much money on makeup? I haven’t bought any makeup in like 3 years. Spend too much money on books? No. I use Kindle Unlimited, which is a subscription service that gives access to a shitload of books for a low monthly price, but I’m on my mom’s account. Get everything you want?  No. Prefer guys with hair or bald?  With. Say 'obvi'?  I sometimes say “obvs.” Read books about vampires? I was into the whole Twilight phase back in the day when the books were coming out. Know anyone who is trying to have a baby?  I don’t know, maybe. Treat customers at your work nice? Have dark eyes?  Yeah. Have bright eyes?  No. Have a display picture of only yourself on facebook?  Yeah. Aspire to look/be like Paris Hilton? No. Listen to music or watch TV more?  I watch more TV. Have a display picture on bzoink?  I don’t have Bzoink. Sleep during class? I never did that. Have the guts to shave your head for cancer? I would donate money to a cancer research charity. Have more then four piercings?  Nope. Have a lot of money on you right now?  No. Know anyone who is anorexic?  No. Talk on the phone or MSN more? Neither. Go online shopping?  Yeah. That’s how I’ve done all my shopping in recent years. What's the best... Kind of cookie?  Sugar or shortbread. Location to have a romantic kiss? I don't know. It's not so much about the setting, really. It's moreso how it's done and how the person comes onto you. <<< Yeah, it could take place anywhere. Although, I do think it’d be cute to share a kiss at the beach with the sunset behind us or a cute photo op at Disneyland. Location to have a romantic date? Somewhere cozy or like overlooking the ocean. Veggie in salad?  Spinach and green onions. Sickness to pretend to have when faking sick? I never had to pretend cause I actually felt sick often enough, but I do admit to exaggerating or milking it a few times :X Way to sit on a couch?  Uhh sometimes with my legs to the side or “criss cross applesauce” lol whatever you want to call it. Outfit to wear on a date?  I’d go with a nice pair of jeans and a cute, dressy top. Junk food to have at a sleepover?  Pizza and chips. Way to get your mind of someone? I’ve always had a hard time with that.

Salad dressing? Ranch. Kind of shoes to wear to the beach?  My usual sneakers/tennis shoes/whatever you wanna call ‘em. I never, ever wear sandals, flip flops, or any kind of open toed shoe, so.  Way to get over somebody? It takes me a long time, but it just starts to ease up over time, really. One day turns to two, then a week turns to weeks, a month to months, etc. Time keeps going and it just starts to get easier eventually. Especially if you don’t see or talk to them anymore. Fruit in fruit salad?  I don’t eat fruit salads. Way to propose to someone? I don’t plan on getting married or having that happen for me, but I gotta admit the cheesy, kinda over the top ones can be cute. Music to listen to if you're sad?  Sad, relatable music. Thing to do when you're staying up all night? Scroll through Tumblr, surveys, watch YouTube/listen to ASMR. Way to cheer someone up? Try to do something they enjoy, maybe get some food or something, and help take their mind off whatever. Well, unless they want to talk about it. Book to read on a rainy day? Whatever I happened to feel like reading. I wouldn’t choose a certain type of book because it was raining. Time to go to bed? My norm this year has become like 7 or 8AM for some awful reason. Today it’s already 820AM and here I am... Time to wake up at? Lately, I’ve been getting up after 3PM, sometimes after 4PM. Party makeup? I didn’t have party makeup. Way to get someone to like you? Ha, I’m definitely not the one to ask. Thing to sleep on? (Other then a bed)  Uh, but beds are the best thing to sleep on. Way to do your hair when having a bad hair day? My hair is always just up in a bun. Video game to play all night when you can't sleep?  I used to do that with The Sims, but it’s been a couple years since I last played. Now I play Animal Crossing for a bit, but mostly I’m just scrolling through Tumblr, doing surveys, and watching YouTube. Girly movie?  I have several favorite “chick flicks.” Joke to tell?  I love punny jokes. Movie to watch when you're in the mood for something scary? Oooh there’s so many to choose from. It would just depend on what I felt like watching. Way to show someone you love them?  Telling them of course, but showing them is very important as well. Spend time with them, make their favorite meal, surprise them with something they like, do something with them that they enjoy, write them sweet little notes, etc.

[hamonsurveysoverdrive]

Curvaceous

What color... Are your best friend's eyes? Dark brown

Is your math binder?  Not taking math this year. Is your English teacher's hair? Grey? Is your bathrobe? Don’t have one Was the shirt of the last person you spoke to? No idea. Was the shirt of the last person you kissed? He was not wearing one. Is the kind of jam in the fridge? Red, purple. Is your MSN font? Old survey is old. Is your bathtub? White. Are the socks you're wearing? No socks. Is your home phone? No home phone. Is your cellphone? White. Is the last pair of earrings you wore? Silver. Is the hallway walls? White Is your alarm clock? I just use my phone. Is your favorite book? Depends on the version, I guess. Is your dream houuse? Grey Is your computor chair? Dark green Is your tightest shirt? Idk Is your tighest pair of pants? Black Is/was your school mascot? Red and black. Nails does the last girl you laughed with have? I don’t think her nails were painted Are your pets? Valentine is white with a little brown, and Merlyn is brown with a little bit of white. Is/was your locker? N/a Is your most itchy and uncomfortable sweater? I don’t buy uncomfortable sweaters, I feel like that defeats the purpose. Is the frame your favorite picture is in? Black. Do you... Enjoy your job? N/a Find shyness attractive? No Have someone to call your own? Yes Drink at least one glass of Pepsi every day? God no Swoon over accents? Some accents Use violence to get your own way? No. Smoke cigarettes? Yes Keep track of all the things you need to do? Not well Spend too much money on makeup? Sometimes Spend too much money on books? Yes Get everything you want? No Prefer guys with hair or bald? I like both, but if they’re bald they have to have a beard Say 'obvi'? Only ironically. Read books about vampires? I read Interview With a Vampire... Know anyone who is trying to have a baby? Yes Treat customers at your work nice? N/a

Have dark eyes? Yes Have bright eyes? No Have a display picture of only yourself on facebook? Yes Aspire to look/be like Paris Hilton? No Listen to music or watch TV more? Listen to music Sleep during class? No Have the guts to shave your head for cancer? I don’t see how it would actually help, but I would if I needed to. Have more then four piercings? No Have a lot of money on you right now? Nope Know anyone who is anorexic? Not that I know of Talk on the phone or MSN more? Wow. Go online shopping? Sometimes What's the best... Kind of cookie? Pumpkin chocolate chip Location to have a romantic kiss? Don’t care Location to have a romantic date? Concerts Veggie in salad? Lettuce, onions, bell pepper Sickness to pretend to have when faking sick? Stomach problems. No one’s gonna follow you to the bathroom to make sure you actually did anything. Way to sit on a couch? ...comfortably. Outfit to wear on a date? Depends on what you’re doing. Junk food to have at a sleepover? Pizza, raw cookie dough Salad dressing? Caesar. Kind of shoes to wear to the beach? Flip flops Way to get over somebody? Get under somebody else Fruit in fruit salad? Berries. Way to propose to someone? Romantic and personal. Music to listen to if you're sad? Something distracting Thing to do when you're staying up all night? Mess around online Way to cheer someone up? Depends on the person Book to read on a rainy day? Anything Time to go to bed? Between 11-2 am Time to wake up at? 1030 Party makeup? Maybe a little more extra than normal Way to get someone to like you? Be yourself Thing to sleep on? My bed... Way to do your hair when having a bad hair day? Fix it until it’s decent. I have short hair, I can’t just put it in a messy bun lol Video game to play all night when you can't sleep? Animal Crossing Girly movie? My favorite is How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days, don’t ask me why, I don’t know Joke to tell? I don’t really tell a specific joke. Movie to watch when you're in the mood for something scary? Classic horror Way to show someone you love them? Depends on the person 

[szopenhauer]

Are you the type of person who gets straight to the point?: I try my best to explain things but ppl still don’t understand the obvious

What was the last thing you said in complete caps?: not sure what was last

Do you enjoy playing board games?: some

Did you wear anything new today?: pineapple shirt my mom bought for me recently

Do you ever eavesdrop on people’s conversations?: hard not to when they’re so loud

Are you good at playing Hide and Go Seek?: I was because I’m tiny XD

Who or what made you smile last?: my thoughts 

What was the last song you had on repeat?: Daisy by Ashnikko :x

Do you often have that song on repeat?: no that was one time only lol  I hardly ever have a son on repeat, that happened like 5 times in my entire life, usually after breakup

Silly string or confetti?: fun but too messy and waste of money so none

How long is your favorite song?: about 3.50

What was the highlight of your day today?: it’s complicated

Do you tap your foot when you listen to music?: I tap but mostly due to anxiety ^^”

Would you rather use tape or glue?: tape 

Homemade or store bought cards?: store bought 

Do you listen to any hip hop?: nah

How about some lyrics?: I'm tired of weakness Tired of my feet of clay I'm tired of days to come I'm tired of yesterday And all the worn out things that I ever said Now it's much too late The words stay in my head (...) I'm tired of Facebook Tired of my failing health I'm tired of everyone And that includes myself Well being alone now It doesn't bother me But not knowing if you are That's been hell you see 

Have you ever had a fascination with stickers? slightly

Have you ever seen A Walk To Remember? yeah Did you ever watch Captain Planet? I did Do you think that Uggs are ugly? I love them Have you ever watched That ‘70’s show? meh Do you get along with your sibling’s friends? we don’t know each other Do you have a fashion icon? sorta, not really Do you think that iCarly is annoying? possibly

Have you ever had a really bad haircut? sadly

What are your favorite type of calendars? pocket?  Could you spend hours on pinterest? just a couple of minutes  Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? I liked that Who were your best friends in high school? K.K. E.E. E.W. Ż.B.

Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? bottom Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I got a note in elementary, it’s a mystery to this day, I thought that it’s a response from M.N. after I left him one myself but it seemed to be a prank done by girls who’ve been bullying me so I threw that piece of paper angrily at him like it was his fault - I still kinda remember what was written on it, they called me a flower and left a tiny drawing - later, forgot how, I found that note again and I believe I might still have it stored somewhere  What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? as a kid I had 1 sleepover (same school in which the note situation happened) my friend P.W. had puppies and I was allowed to stay for the night in her house Do you currently live in the city you grew up in? mhm What’s one way in which you’re behind the times? ex. getting a job  What’s one way in which you’re still a child? ex. collecting stuffed animals, lots What’s one way in which you’re old? ex. health issues Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? both at different times What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? money? Do you usually forgive when someone hurts your or try to get revenge? neither, I hold grudge and don’t trust the person again, at least for a long time  Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? in primary most of them were, in middle school: polish, biology, chemistry and math and in high: russian, english, PE and physics (but I probably shouldn’t count it as we had it for a few months) Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? - What time of day were you born? half past midnight, my mother asked me why I’m so lazy as for someone who was born on Saturday and I responded with - I was sleeping in and was late for Friday What is the best hairstyle you’ve ever had? can’t choose Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? I’m used to my color but I wouldn’t mind dyed hair Do you ever listen to Celtic music? me and John had a phase on that back in the day, I wish I remind the titles... Have you ever wanted to be a model, actress, singer, or dancer? actress When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? pfft Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? got darker, less red  Do you wear matching socks? always but recently I thought about changing that fact Do you have a seashell collection? Do you have a rock collection? small Flamingos or pineapples? both Cacti or seashells? same but it’s harder to take care of cacti than shells haha Maple tree or palm tree? palm, ppl say maple looks like weed - I don’t think this way but that’s annoying, still I’d prefer maple trees irl!  Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? wind chimes but not every kind Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? <3

Are you a pyromaniac? Bu is :P Are you a kleptomaniac? wtf Do you like to wear belts? it’s uncomfy and not good for my belly Would you ever get dreadlocks? I could but I won’t Do you listen to Eminem? no way

Does your sibling have a significant other? my sister is married 

When and why is the last time you cried (or at least, shed tears)? yesterday?

Have you ever cried at a real wedding? not that I been to many but no

What do your flipflops look like? don’t own any

Are there any gadgets of yours that need charging right now? my cellphone is charging

Which awards show would you wanna go to the most (e.g Oscars, Grammys etc.)? I wanna go to MET gala, nothing else

Any idea what time you’ll be going to bed tonight? late

Does your significant other like the same colour as you do? she hates my fav colors besides black 

Have you ever purchased anything online? obvi

Name all your friends whose name starts with the 4th letter of your first name. ...

Have you ever ridden an elephant? I’d like to (and camel and an ostrich and a horse)

Are you the candle lighting type? am not

Coffee in the morning, yay or nay? nay

Anal sex, yay or nay? hell no

Blue lipstick, yay or nay? okay, whatever

Is this question lame: “Have you had sex?” yep

Have you ever dated someone with really crooked teeth? mine are crooked

Would you rather vacation on the beach, or in the mountains? beach What embarrassing music do you listen to? too embarassed to write down? What’s your biggest talent? talented? me? r u kidding?

If you were a candy bar, what would you be? Milky Way? Would you rather ride in a hot air balloon or hang-glide? air balloon What’s one word you want people to use to describe you? truth is most important, everything else is less 

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? tons of books

Are you more of a visual learner or an auditory learner? I learn best with my hands (kinesthetic) but visual is probably easier than auditory to me 

Do you have any dietary restrictions? ugh...

Do you prefer Google Maps, Apple Maps, Waze, or something else? I get lost no matter what

How old does someone have to be for you to see them as an adult? about my age or older

Do you ever ‘manspread’ when you sit down? sorry but I don’t sit like a lady - I sit like a lesbian unless there’s no space for that

When was the last time you were in a crowded place, and where was it? bus this day

Have you ever turned down a job offer? had to

What was the last medical appointment you scheduled? scheduled plenty at once

Have you ever had a dream in which you died? I die often, it’s a common element in my dreams, I’m fine with it by now

Have you ever fallen asleep on public transport?  oh well... majority of those times I was able to but once it was an accident and I missed my stop while going to school

Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? almost Have you seen all the Hunger Games films? yasss Why did you last go see a doctor? control visit about my IBS, GERD, food intolerances... Are you more logical or creative? depends

What do you currently hear? parents talking, music - iamamiwhoami; shadowshow 

Did you get enough sleep last night? I slept a little over 3 hours and I feel tired  Are the streetlights on? it’s not dark yet When you wear a hoodie, do you pull the sleeves over your hands? when it’s warm for that or they bother me in what I’m doing Are you in any advanced classes at school? w moim profilu miałam rozszerzone historię i WOK (wiedza o kulturze) Did you have a good day today? it wasn’t the worst (compared) and hope it won’t turn into complete shit 

[slutforalistairtheirin]

Sanders Sides High School AU

Roman Prince:

-16, Sophomore

-Drama geek, almost always gets leads in the school musicals/plays

-Best friends with Virgil

-Very very very gay. Out to the school but definitely not his parents.

-His parents (or at leas his father) are very homophobic

-Lives only a few blocks away from the school

-Has a major crush on Logan

-His mom is Cuban

-Father is very white

-He speaks Spanish but avoids doing it around his father

-Loves Virgil’s dad

-has very bad anxiety

-Loves make-up/dressing up

-He’s usually a huge charmer until someone calls his bluff *cough* Logan *cough*

-Always has impeccable outfits

-Mama’s boy

-good cook

-His friends mean the world to him

-Dreams of going to Broadway

-unfortunately he lives in the middle-of-nowhere Indiana

-On the swim team

-His dad wanted him to be an athlete and said he could only stay in theatre if he joined a sport

-Actually adores being at school

Virgil Windsor:

-16, Sophomore

-Roman’s best friend

-Demisexual

-Stylish emo

-purple hair obviously

-Out to everyone

-Adopted

-Adores his father

-Also drama geek, usually stage-managing 

-Lives a ten minute walk away from Roman’s house

-Enjoys teasing Roman about his crush

-Often has sleepovers at his house with Roman, Grace, and occasionally his little sister will join

-Would literally die for his sister

-History whiz

-Eats lots of gummy worms

-really digs dragons?

-Can’t cook worth shit but he can bake for days

-Sometimes has nightmares about his birth parents dying

-Calls Roman Princey

-has throwing knives

-has really good aim

-Lowkey has a crush on Remy but would never admit it (not to be confused with Remus)

Logan Addison:

-17, Junior

-Debate team, yearbook photographer, runs school instagram, Mathlete 

-Super gay. Not officially out to anyone but his mom but it’s not like he’s hiding anything. Everyone knows.

-Dresses kind of like a hipster

-Had dark blue hair a in middle school so now he has a few blue streaks leftover.  Barely noticeable unless you’re looking for them

-Lives kind of far from the school so he drives there

-Drives a blue Ford Fusion

-He has doctor who stickers all over it

-He’s a sucker for Neil Gaiman

-His only sibling is in college

-His older sibling is Joan btw

-knows all the science 

-mostly just psychology actually

-he aspires to be a psychiatrist

-eats a pretty healthy diet, but he really enjoys brownies

-Pretty infatuated with Roman

-Terrible at expressing emotions

-His debate hoodie has “Data” on the back

-Enjoys the paranormal

Patton Windsor: 

-35, works at the local library

-Asexual/aromantic

-loves books, animals, and hot cocoa

-he also likes dying his hair different colors

-his favorite so far has been pink

-Dresses exactly like Jim Hopper in ST3 but like everyday and times 100

-Drives a minivan even though he only has two kids

-He has hippie/rainbow bumper stickers

-loves his kids with his entire heart

-Loves easy to enjoy books, such as Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, the like

-Loves carbs.  Always makes some kind of pasta or comfort food for dinner.  

-Adopted Virgil when he was 5

-Virgil’s favorite that Patton cooks is Potato Soup

-Patton also adopted a baby girl when Virgil was 10

-The baby girl is named Isabel

-Adores his kids

-Very openly emotional

-Has lots of #1 Dad paraphenalia 

-Loves Roman, too

-Absolutely 100% willing to adopt him

-The sweetest man you will ever meet

-Wears large, round glasses

-has freckles literally everywhere

Remus Prince: 

-15, Freshman

-Roman’s half-brother

-The result of Mr. Prince having an affair

-aromantic homosexual

-Lives with his mom

-Doesn’t meet his father/brother until he’s about 7

-Doesn’t have many friends, he’s a little bit odd.

-While he doesn’t often hang out with Roman, his brother is there for him when he needs it

-Dyes his hair green

-Dresses very dramatically

-He’s really good at chemistry

Dee Harper: 

-17, Junior

-On the debate team with Logan

-Asexual, homoromantic

-When they were sophomores, he had a crush on Logan, but he was never interested

-Dee is very good at math

-likes the color yellow

-dresses very well

-Logan and Dee are good friends

-No one ever actually catches Dee’s eye, but he’s okay with being single

-He lives in the rich part of town with his wealthy grandparents

-Loves old classic books.  Like Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, The Anne of Green Gables books, Oscar Wilde, all of them

-He also loves The Lord of the Rings

-He has a pet snake named Legolas 

-and a rat named Gimli

-he plays the sims a lot

-volunteers at the zoo

-Dee is a very good singer

Remy (Remington) Gray:

-16, junior

-hella gay, out and proud

-extremely intelligent

-and intuitive

-most people think he’s a psychic

-honestly he never denies it

-he plays along

-thinks school activities are dumb

-but he does work at the local art museum

-he has a great appreciation for art

-he’s also a really good artist but no one knows that

-he likes to draw people

-including his friends.  He’s very close with Logan and Dee, and eventually will be with Virgil and Roman

-Virgil is his favorite to draw ;)

-its rumored that he’s from another planet

-really he’s just eccentric and mysterious

-likes birds

Mr. Sanders, Thomas: 

-30, drama teacher

-really, really gay

-connects really well with his students

-he’s very empathetic and just a sweet man

-He always dresses super eccentrically and nobody questions it because that’s just Mr. Sanders

-Sometimes he bets with the other teachers about which students will end up together

-he usually wins those bets

-perks of being the favorite teacher

Characters that aren’t sides: 

Grace:

-16, sophomore

-Roman’s other best friend

-raging lesbian

-she’s very sweet, but she can also be very scary

-do not piss her off

-she enjoys hiking, travel, and theatre 

-she aspires to be an anthropologist 

Mr. Prince, Fred:

-40, lawyer

-Roman’s father

-he’s extremely homophobic

-he had an affair with a 30 year old woman

-also kind of racist but he married a cuban woman??

-he doesn’t let her speak spanish

-he’s also borderline abusive to Roman and his wife

-He doesn’t like Virgil. or any of Roman’s friends for that matter

-Honestly he’s an all around shitty person

-he’s not going to have an arc okay

Mrs. Prince, Estrella:

-35, works at the library with Patton

-Roman’s mother

-Not homophobic, but if Roman ever came out to her it would take her a bit to get used to it. She wouldn’t hate him at all though. She would still love him equally

-She wants to leave Fred, but she hasn’t been able to make enough money to get her and Roman out of there.

-sweetest mother

-always worried that Roman isn't eating enough

-she even thought Virgil had an eating disorder, but he’s just skinny

-delightful woman

Isabel Windsor: 

-6, 1st grade

-she only cares about Voltron, Mickey Mouse, and rainbow crayons. 

-her brother is her best friend

-she adores Roman

-all of Virgil’s friends are also her friends

-Sometimes Virgil and Roman pick her up from school and they go get ice cream. 

-She loves cats

-she thinks unicorns are real but not santa

-she’s a very bright kid, too

-she loves coloring books

-

All done! Man that was longer than I expected. This is based off of my Logince fic.  Feel free to send asks about this!

[eldritchsurveys]

646.

How are you doing today? >> Could be better, could be worse. I’m still a bit depressed but I’m hoping it’ll even out. The Inworlders have been very helpful.

What was the best thing that happened to you today? >> Er... I mean, nothing. Nothing much has happened at all.

Which cell phone network are you on? >> Boost Mobile.

Do you like the smell of cinnamon? >> Sure.

What was the last book you've read? >> The last book I finished was a reread of PZB’s Lost Souls. I’m working on Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood right now.

Are you hungry right now? >> No.

What was the last thing you've had to drink? >> Water.

How often do you visit this website? >> This website? Daily. Bzoink? Whenever I need a new survey to take (not that I always find one, mind you. Bzoink is very hit or miss with a marked emphasis on “miss”.)

Do you like frogs? >> I mean... not particularly? They’re cool sometimes, I guess. Mostly they’re just... there.

Are you afraid of dying? >> Sometimes.

Do you like bananas? >> I hate bananas.

Name a movie that you hate. >> I didn’t like Meet the Spartans. That whole genre of movie should have stopped at Scary Movie.

Do you like the show American Dad? >> No. Maybe I just don’t get it.

What TV show do you miss the most that's no longer on TV? >> Galavant.

Are you currently fighting with someone right now? >> No.

Is your life full of drama? >> It really isn’t.

How long can you hold your breath underwater >> I don’t know.

Where's the last place you've been to out of state? >> Houston, Texas.

Have you ever been kissed in the rain? >> Probably.

What letter does your last name start with. >> D.

What are you listening to right now? >> Nothing.

Have you ever had a pet that died? >> Wasn’t my pet, per se. Vlad had a cat die whlie I was living there, and Sparrow’s cat died this past October.

Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? >> Depends on what I’m doing. For just using the internet or whatever my trackpad works fine, but when I’m gaming I obviously need a mouse.

Do you consider yourself politically intelligent? >> No.

Have you ever done any volunteer work? >> No.

Do you like the Beatles? >> No.

Is it night time where you're at right now? >> No, it’s early afternoon.

Do you like steak? >> No.

Do you eat healthy? >> I just eat, man. Whatever.

How often do you work out? >> I don’t.

What was the best gift you've ever received? >> *shrug*

Have you ever participated in a spelling bee? >> Yeah. When I was in fourth grade, I won the spelling bee in my school, so I was supposed to go on to regionals -- but apparently, fourth-graders were too young to go to regionals. I was the first fourth-grader to win in the school bee’s history so they’d never had to deal with that. My father raised a big stink about it because he said that if fourth-graders aren’t eligible for regionals, they shouldn’t have been allowed to participate in the school bee in the first place. Somehow this conflict was so interesting to people (or my father’s just such an adept big-stink-raiser, which is most likely) that it ended up in the newspaper and on the evening news. ...And no, I personally did not fucking care either way. This was just one more example of adults placing undue importance on something that did not matter to me and never would matter in the grand scheme of my life, and just shoving me into a spotlight regardless of my feelings. Also, fuck spelling bees as a concept anyway.

If you could have one wish right now, what would it be? >> ---

Do you owe anyone an apology right now? >> No.

Are you the jealous type of person? >> No.

Have you ever tried doing yoga? >> Yeah. It doesn’t quite agree with me, unless I’m just doing the wrong kind or something.

Do you like getting massages? >> Me? The person who hates being touched? Hmm...

Would you rather be too hot or too cold? >> I’d just rather not be in any kind of extreme weather condition, thanks.

Are you good at telling jokes? >> No.

When was the last time you've attended a sleepover? >> ---

Tell me one of your pet peeves. >> I’d rather not.

Do you wear glasses? >> No.

Do you like to keep your nails painted? >> No.

Have you ever had a pedicure? >> Probably, a long time ago.

What is your favorite smell? >> ---

Do you like the TV show Full House? >> Never watched it, not interested.

Would you rather listen to country music or rap music? >> I like both, so.

Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? >> No.

Have you graduated high school yet? >> Yeah.

What kind of person were you in middle school? >> I don’t know. Probably a socially maladjusted one doing its best.

Do you have any major regrets in your life? >> Meh.

Have you ever thought about running away? >> Yeah.

Do you like pixie sticks? >> Not so much anymore. But there’s still some kind of fun novelty about them, despite the fact that I don’t really want to pour pure sugar down my gullet.

Do you like French toast? >> I like it a certain way.

Are you a fast typer? >> Yes.

Are you good at doing math in your head? >> Some math.

Have you ever played with Silly Putty? >> Not to my recollection, but maybe.

Do you take in a lot of caffeine daily? >> No. Caffeine fucks with me too much.

Do you like watching Football? >> No.

What language do you wish you could speak? >> ---

Do you know a lot about history? >> Not a lot, no.

If we could travel back in time, where would you travel to? >> ---

Would you ever consider joining the military? >> I would literally rather die.

Do you think women should be allowed to have abortions? >> Yes.

Are you a cigarette smoker? >> Not usually.

Have you ever done something you didn't want to just to look cool? >> No.

Do you like zombie movies? >> Not usually. Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland were fun, though.

Have you seen The Hunger Games? >> No, but I’ve read them. I don’t like the casting choices in the movies so I don’t know if I’ll bother watching them.

Do you have a favorite piece of clothing? >> No.

Do you own any Uggs? >> No.

Are you wearing any rings on your fingers? >> Not right now.

Name a TV show that you absolutely can't stand. >> Meh.

Do you have any unusual talents? >> I don’t have any talents, usual or otherwise.

Do you look like your age? >> I don’t know what the fuck I look like age-wise and I don’t care.

Do you feel confident in a bathing suit? >> No, I don’t like bathing suits at all.

Do you do a lot of online shopping? >> Not a lot.

Do you like the Harry Potter films? >> Some of them.

Do you judge people based on their sexual orientation? >> No.

Have you ever been told you had an accent? >> I mean, probably.

Have you ever ridden an elephant? >> No.

Are you allergic to pollen? >> No.

Have you ever eaten sushi? If so, do you like it? >> Yes, and I like it fine.

Are you a fan of anime? >> Sure. Not every single one in existence, obviously, but there are plenty I enjoy.

Would you rather play Xbox or Playstation? >> PlayStation seems to have more games I like. But I actually prefer PC gaming.

Are you a big fan of seafood? >> Yes.

What kind of food are you craving right now? >> None, I’m not hungry.

Are you currently in a relationship? If not, are you happy being single? >> I am in relationships.

Do you depend on others for happiness? >> Obviously. People made the video games I play, after all. Just as an example. Also, since I’m not a complete hermit, obviously I keep company with other people for some reason...

Do you like to go fishing? >> Never been, probably wouldn’t care for it. Even video-game fishing is the worst.

Are you a fast runner? >> I don’t know.

Have you ever worked at a fast food place? >> No.

What's on your mind right now? >> The answers I’m giving to these questions.

Are you texting anyone as you're taking this survey? >> No.

Have you ever had a nasty rumor spread about you? >> Probably.

Have you ever sent someone sexual pictures of yourself? >> No.

Do you like who you are on the inside or the outside more? >> ...

Are you good at drawing? >> No.

Do you know how to dance? >> I don’t dance as a matter of skill, I dance as a matter of enjoyment.

What's your favorite reality TV show? >> ---

Do you think Kim Kardashian deserves to be famous? >> I literally do not care.

Are you excited for Christmas this year? >> It’s January, I’m not thinking about Christmas.

Do you celebrate Halloween? >> Not really. What would I even do? Most of the time we just help pass out candy at the Wayland house and that’s good enough for me tbh.

Have you ever had a concussion? >> No.

Do you pretend to be someone you're not? >> No.

Do you listen to heavy metal music? >> Yeah.

Were you sad when Michael Jackson died? >> No.

Do you have more upper or lower body strength? >> I don’t know.

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? >> No.

Do you like hot tubs? >> No. The only time I got into a hot tub I thought I was going to pass out and die. That is definitely not for me.

Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? >> No.

Have you ever donated money to a charity? >> No.

Do you get bored easily? >> Sometimes.

Have you ever peed your pants in public? >> Yeah.

Are you afraid of roller coasters? >> No.

Are you good at doing tongue twisters? >> I don’t know, moderately?

What was the last movie you've seen in theatres? >> Jojo Rabbit.

Have you ever been to a drive-in movie? >> No.

Are you good at doing fractions? >> Probably not. Luckily, I don’t usually have to do them.

What is your favorite holiday? >> Christmas.

Do you prefer Apple or Android? >> Android.

Would you rather have a tablet or a computer? >> A computer. I like having a full keyboard and more robust hardware.

Do you like things that are touch screen? >> Not really, but they can be convenient.

What age did you have your first kiss at? >> ---

Do you regret losing your virginity to whoever you lost it to? >> ---

Do you have a good relationship with your mother? >> I don’t have a relationship with my mother.

Do you like the color lime green? >> It’s okay. In moderation.

What are your plans for tomorrow? >> I have no plans for tomorrow aside from the weekly Cafe Boba thing.

Would you rather wear jeans or yoga pants? >> Sweatpants.

Do you like your clothes to be baggy and comfortable or tight and revealing >> A little baggy and comfortable. I definitely don’t want anything “revealed”.

Do you wish you could change something about your hair? >> No.

Have you ever gotten a makeover? >> Yeah, at a Lord and Taylor’s counter when I was seventeen, for prom. Ugh.

Do you get mad easily? >> Not unless I’m depressed.

Have you ever punched someone in the face? >> No.

Do you think the minions from Despicable Me are cute? >> I really don’t.

Did you have a Gameboy as a child? >> No.

Would you rather have chocolate or gummy worms? >> Gummy worms. Sour, please.

What are your favorite pizza toppings? >> Pepperoni and various vegetables.

Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? >> No.

Do you make good sandwiches? >> They’re good enough for me.

Would you rather get high or get drunk? >> ---

Have you ever failed a drug test? >> No.

Do you like the Silent Hill movies? >> I liked the first one.

What movie scared you the most out of any other movies? >> ---

Tell me something you've been made fun of for in the past. >> Having big eyes.

What is one thing you need to work on to make yourself a better person? >> ---

Do you support war? >> No. It doesn’t need my support, though. It will always prevail.