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kythed · 4 years ago

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“almost funny”

synopsis: suna rintarou thinks you’re out of his league, and you think he’s out of yours.

tagged: general dumbassery, fwb-to-lovers, some profanity, sexual references but nothing explicit.

commitment level: 5.6k words.

It’s almost funny, really. It’s funny how what started out as a purely physical transaction has now transformed into a one way ticket to Simpville with the name Suna Rintarou stamped on it in big red letters. Suna runs a hand through his hair in frustration as he stares down at your sleeping form, curled up in his SF Giants tee that fits you like an oversized nightgown. He loves how you look there, wearing his clothes, bed head resting on his pillows. It’s almost embarrassing how much he loves it. How much he might love you.

He doesn’t really remember when he started seeing you as more than a good fuck. Maybe it was that time you told him he looked pretty with your lipgloss smeared across his mouth.

“That’s a nice shade on you,” you’d laughed as he wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “You should wear it more often.”

Then, before he could respond, you’d yanked him back in by the collar, licking into his mouth, deep and dirty. He shivers now even just thinking about it, recalling the taste of that lipgloss. Strawberry lemonade, the sort that comes in little bottles at the dollar store. However “pretty” he might’ve looked in that moment, he’s sure you looked a hundred times better. You always do, and you don’t even have to try. You’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even in your worst moments.

Or maybe it was the time you remembered his birthday when no one else did. January 25th; all his friends had taken off on their ski trips or tropical vacations, but you showed up to his apartment toting a cupcake and a single candle, belting a loud, out of tune rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ until he shut you up with an impulsive kiss on the lips. You’d been surprised, but not so surprised you couldn’t kiss him back. Suna’s pretty sure most friends-with-benefits don’t do that sort of thing. They don’t sit across from each other at the kitchen table, splitting a vanilla cupcake and laughing over matching frosting mustaches. They don’t hug each other goodbye after two hours of scrolling through YouTube and nothing else, content to linger in that air of tentative familiarity and pseudo-friendship.

Whatever the reason, whenever it happened, all Suna knows now is you’re more than just a fuck buddy. He doesn’t even want to associate the term with you — it feels disrespectful. He wishes he could just stop pretending. Stop pretending he doesn’t want you to be his.

“Hey.”

Suna grins at your low, throaty morning voice. It’s cute.

“Hey,” he responds, reaching forward to flick your shoulder. “You slept in.”

“Did I?” You blink the sleep from your eyes and squint at Suna’s bedside clock. 9:06. “Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

You fly out of bed, wiggling into your jeans and tossing your hair into a careless ponytail before frantically scanning the room. “Have you seen my sweater anywhere?”

Suna exhales through his nose before getting up and walking over to his closet. “I hung it up last night so it wouldn’t be wrinkled.”

You freeze in your tracks, slowly turning with a teasing grin plastered on your face. “Oh? How considerate of you.”

Suna shrugs, avoiding your gaze. He feels a flush rise to cheeks and desperately hopes it doesn’t show. “Just being polite.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had a little crush on me,” you crow before taking the sweater from the hanger and slipping it over your head.

“You wish,” he snorts, but all he can think is you’re absolutely right.

You ignore him and begin shoveling all your things into your purse: a compact mirror, lipstick, house keys. You glance at the clock again. “I’m gonna be so late to this lecture. Damn. Maybe I can text Aiko and ask her to record the first part for me.”

Suna raises an eyebrow. He remembers your friend Aiko from a party last year, before you and he began your… arrangement. She’s outgoing, friendly, and probably the flakiest person he’s ever met. “She’s not gonna do that. Just let me drive.”

“No, it’s fine,” you automatically brush him off, heading into the bathroom to splash your face with lukewarm water. “You probably have your own shit to take care of.”

Yeah, you, he thinks, but instead he says, “Not really. Plus, you’ll probably miss the whole thing if you try to bike to campus. Let me take you in the car. I’ll strap the bike onto the back.”

You give him a look. “Are you sure, Rin?”

“It’s really not a big deal,” he says, throwing on a shirt. “Outside in five, and I��ll have you there by 9:30, easy.”

After a few more weak protestations, you finally agree, and as he drives you to your university, he lets himself pretend you’re his girlfriend sitting there in the passenger seat. He turns on your favorite artist’s Spotify mix on the aux and smiles to himself when you hum along, watching the city fly past out the window. What he wouldn’t give for that reality, one where he can love you without all these restrictions, these tricky boundaries between friends and lovers. When you jump out of the car, calling a cheeky “I’ll text you!” over your shoulder, he pretends it’s an affectionate “I’ll see you for dinner tonight!” instead. He pretends that instead of rushing to get away from him and into the lecture hall, you kiss him on the forehead and squeeze his shoulder, reluctant to leave.

“Fuck me,” Suna says angrily before slamming his palm into the horn, scaring a few freshman walking to class. “And fuck you too!”

He’s not sure who “you” is. Maybe the universe.

No, Suna Rintarou doesn’t know why or how it happened, but he’s in too deep now. And he’s pretty damn sure you’ll never feel the same way.

You slide into your seat beside Aiko just as the guest lecturer pulls up his power point, breathing out a sigh of relief. Aiko shoots you a grin, waggling her eyebrows. Suna? she mouths, and you roll your eyes, nodding nonetheless. Aiko can hardly wait until after the lecture to start pestering you about it.

“So,” she says as you leave the auditorium together. “Did you tell him yet?”

“Tell him what?” You dig in your bag for your water bottle, groaning when you remember leaving it on the edge of Suna’s sink last night.

“Tell him that you’re in loooooove,” Aiko sings, nudging your shoulder.

You scoff. “Okay, first of all, I don’t love him.”

“But you like him,” Aiko persists, and you hold up a finger.

“And second of all, even if I did, I would never tell him.” You yawn, rubbing your eyes before realizing you hadn’t taken your makeup off and thus probably have awful raccoon eye bags. “He’s so out of my league it’s not even funny. It’s kind of pathetic for me to think he’d ever like me back.”

Aiko scoffs. “If anything, you’re out of his league. You could pull any guy you wanted to. And when I say any, I mean any. Like, I bet you could even get Jake Gyllenhaal.”

You laugh. “Why specifically Jake Gyllenhaal?”

Aiko shrugs. “Dunno. Just the first hot guy that came to mind. But forget him. My point is, Suna Rintarou is definitely yours for the taking. All you have to do is —”

“I know, I know,” you interrupt. “All I have to do is confess.”

“Exactly,” says Aiko. Before she can open her mouth again, you cut in.

“Okay, but listen, Aiko,” you say. “Suna’s the kind of guy who doesn’t let himself get attached. He fully admitted to me when we first hooked up that he’d never had a girlfriend. And that’s obviously not from lack of female interest. It’s because he doesn’t want one.”

“Or maybe it’s because he hasn’t found the right person yet.” Aiko starts heading towards the campus coffee shop, and you follow her.

“Sure,” you say, getting in line. The cafe is crowded with students getting in their daily caffeination, inhaling sugary lattes and bitter espressos just to stay awake through their next class. Ah… college. “Or maybe he just. Doesn’t. Want. One.”

Aiko keeps arguing all the way up until you reach the cash register, where you realize you haven’t even decided on what to order yet.

“Hey there,” says the cashier, smiling sunnily. “What can I get for ya?”

You blink. He’s attractive. Very attractive, actually. Bleach blonde, a crooked grin that screams trouble in the best sort of way. Miya, says the little name plate pinned to his shirt. “I, uhh…”

“Take your time,” he says leaning forward like he’s about to tell you a secret. “Between you and me, we have an excellent mocha latte. Not too sweet, y’know?”

You find your manners. “Oh, um, yeah. That sounds great, actually.”

“One mocha latte, then?” he asks, picking up a cup, and you nod. “And to whom do I owe the pleasure of serving today?”

When you tell him your name, he smiles to himself and scrawls it on the cup. “Pretty.”

You flush and pay, hands shaking a little when you slide your card down the side of the machine. The cashier notices and shoots you a knowing look. Five minutes later, when you pick up your drink from the other side of the counter, you see not only your name written on the lid, but a phone number, too, along with a tiny winking face.

“What’d I tell you?” exclaims Aiko shrily when you leave the shop. “Any. Guy. Period.”

You shake your head in exasperation, but you can’t help but throw a final glance over your shoulder, meeting the eyes of the cute cashier one more time. Maybe Aiko does have a point.

That weekend, Suna’s stretched out on his couch, dangling his feet over the armrest and staring up at the ceiling. It’s one of those lazy Saturday afternoons, and usually he’d be enjoying his alone time. Not today, though. Today there’s something — someone — on his mind, and that someone is spelled y-o-u. His phone pings, and he snatches it up with embarrassing speed, groaning when he sees it’s just Atsumu.

“Bastard,” he mutters, not even bothering to open the message. Probably just asking for the O-chem lab answers.

Suna rolls over onto his stomach, pulling up your contact name. What he really wants to do is see you, but how is he supposed to do that without sounding weirdly desperate? Hey, he types out. Wanna come over and watch a movie? He pauses for a moment before adding, Pizza’s on me.

He buries his face in his hands and deletes the text. That makes it sound like he’s asking you out. Well, that’s what he does want to do, but you can’t know that. He’s fairly certain if you knew how he felt about you, you’d freak out. Girls don’t like to be tied down, he reminds himself. Suna groans again, grabbing two fistfuls of hair in irritation.

“Why are women so complicated?” he says aloud, letting the words echo in his empty apartment. He takes a couple seconds to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and unlock his phone again, this time settling on a simple Come over. Short, sweet, and to the point. Well, not exactly. That makes it sound like all he wants to do is sleep together, when he’d really rather just… talk. Spend time with you.

“Oh, God,” he mutters. “I’m so done for.”

It takes what seems like forever for you to arrive, breathless from biking, hair slightly mussed. Suna grins, biting his lip. You’re so beautiful, he thinks, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. Even if all he can get is the sex, then he’s sure as hell going to appreciate it. You smell like lavender laundry detergent, he notices when you press yourself into him, fumbling to close the door behind you without breaking the kiss.

“Well, hello there,” you laugh when he finally breaks away and draws in a shaking breath. “Somebody’s eager.”

Suna rolls his eyes. “As if. You just took so long to get here.”

You cock an eyebrow. “You texted me like half an hour ago.”

“Yeah, and you’re half an hour too late.”

You snort and hurl a pillow from the sofa at him. He catches it and smiles, taking your wrist and drawing you in for another messy, open-mouthed kiss.

“Sorry that I don’t have the power of teleportation,” you quip, laughing when he pulls you into the bedroom. Suna resolves to take his time with you today, undressing you carefully, trailing his lips down your sternum and collarbones, grinning to himself whenever you gasp. He almost catches himself saying “I love you” at one point as you cling to him, mumbling his name, but he placates himself with kissing you extra hard at the end instead, pulling you into his chest and falling back into the pillows.

Usually, you’d take a few minutes to lay in silence, tracing shapes in his skin, and he’d lean back with closed eyes, imagining what it would be like to be loved by you. Slow early morning kisses, skin on skin, whispering and giggling and everything cheesy he used to hate but now wishes he could experience with you. Today, though, you peel yourself off of him and grab your phone as soon as it buzzes, fingers flying in response to whoever had texted you.

“New boy toy?” he jokes, almost choking when you don’t immediately say no. Oh, shit. “You’re kidding.”

“Just a guy I met the other day,” you say casually. Suna stares, slack jawed. “Works at the coffee shop near the quad.”

“Coffee shop?” He furrows his brow. Doesn’t he know someone who works there? He internally scowls, digging into the back of his brain. Aran? Osamu?

“Mm,” you say, suppressing a smile as the nameless suitor sends another text. “His name’s Atsumu Miya.”

Suna’s heart nearly falls right out of his chest and cracks at his feet. “No.”

You look up, raising an eyebrow. “No?”

“Not him,” Suna says, forgetting himself, forgetting the nature of your relationship.

“I didn’t realize you were in charge of who I can and cannot be interested in,” you say bitingly.

Suna sits up. “I’m not. It’s just, Atsumu… he’s not your type.”

“You know him?”

“Yeah,” Suna says, thinking back on his days observing the Miya twins’ antics. “He’s not your kind of guy, trust me.”

“Pray tell then,” you say. Oh, fuck. You’re irritated. “Who exactly is my kind of guy?”

Me, he thinks. I’m your kind of guy. “I don’t know. Just trust me though, okay? Atsumu… he’s difficult.”

“Thanks, Suna,” you say, tone tinged with sarcasm. Suna cringes. You only ever call him by his surname when you’re upset with him. “But I think I can go out with whoever I want to go out with.”

“Fine.” The word tumbles out more harshly than he’d meant it to.

You stare at him in disbelief. “What, are you mad at me or something?”

Suna exhales heavily. “No, I’m not mad. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. I just wanted to give you a little guidance. As your friend.”

“As my friend?” you repeat. “My friend?”

Now it’s Suna's turn to be confused. “Are we not friends?”

“I don’t know, Suna,” you say, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, pulling your clothes on. “You tell me.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to say here,” he says, watching as you struggle to pull your shorts back on. He knows what he wants to say. No, we’re not friends. We should be together. Isn’t it obvious?

You huff, grabbing your bag and the water bottle you’d left behind the other day. “You know, I don’t really know either. Forget I ever said anything. I guess I just thought…”

You trail off and shake your head, heading towards the door. Suna scrambles out of bed to follow you, pulling on his pants as he hops down the hall on one leg. “What’s that?”

“I said forget it,” you call over your shoulder, trying to slam the door, but Suna catches your wrist. As you stare up at him, he thinks he sees your lip quivering, eyes shining with half-formed tears. “Let me go.”

“I’m serious,” Suna says. “What did you think?”

You draw in a deep breath, and for a second, Suna thinks you’re about to say the words he’s always wanted you to say. Then you look away. “Let. Me. Go.”

Slowly, Suna releases you from his grasp, and you stumble backwards, wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

“Don’t call me.”

“Wait, no —”

“Don’t call me, Suna!” you say loudly, before turning on your heel and speed walking down the stairs.

Oh. Oh. Suna stares in shock at the place you were just standing on his doorstep. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When he heads back inside, head empty but for the single thought, I’ve just lost the best thing that ever happened to me, he glances at his phone on the counter. In an instant, he’s opening up his messages, pulling up Atsumu’s.

Met a cute girl LOL. Gonna bring her to that party on Friday.

Then, in a separate bubble — Btw: chem answers?

“And then he called me his friend,” you say angrily, handing Aiko the box of Oreos. The two of you are sprawled on the floor of her dorm room. “Just like we were two bros who got together to play XBox every once in a while, instead of two people who had literally just banged.”

Aiko takes a cookie before handing them back to you. “Asshole.”

“I mean, I know technically we were ‘friends with benefits,’” you say, stuffing an Oreo in your mouth. “But I guess I thought we could be something more. I thought there was no way he could kiss me like that, look at me like that without feeling something. Guess I was wrong.”

“Screw him,” Aiko says. “You’ve got boys lined up around the block, and he thinks he can treat you like rubbish? Absolute bullshit.”

“I don’t have boys ‘lined up around the block,’” you remind her, smiling regardless. “Just one.”

“And that one is hella cute!” Aiko says. “You’re way too cool to pine over some guy who thinks you’ll just answer his every beck and call without even committing to a relationship.”

You sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just… ack. I don’t know. Am I jumping to conclusions? He seemed like he wanted to talk to me more, but I kind of stormed off without saying anything.”

“Seems like he was pretty clear,” Aiko says with a shrug. “Your call, though. If I were you, I’d forget about him. Plus, you have Atsumu now. That’s a promising route.”

You smile down at the Oreos, thinking about the cheery bottle blonde. “Yeah… he invited me to a party this coming Friday.”

Aiko gives you a look and nudges your knee with her own. “You’d better wear that black dress.”

“You think?” you laugh, momentarily forgetting about Suna.

“Oh, definitely. Gotta look your best on the first date.”

“Right, and then after that I can just dress like a bum,” you joke. You purse your lips. “Rin might be there. Apparently he and Atsumu are pretty close.”

“Even better,” insists Aiko. “Make him suffer a little bit. He won’t like seeing you all dolled up on Atsumu Miya’s arm.”

“I’m not gonna try to make him jealous, Aiko,” you say, and Aiko shakes her head.

“No, I just think he needs to understand what he lost,” she says. “You don’t even have to pay attention to him at all, though. You should try and get to know Atsumu a little better.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, before reaching down for another cookie. “Oh. We’re out.”

“Gas station run?”

“Gas station run.”

When Friday rolls around, you’ve successfully managed to avoid thinking about Suna the entire day. You have a calculus exam in the morning, and then a club meeting in the afternoon, and by the time you get done with everything it’s already time to get ready to leave for the party. It’s across town at someone’s loft apartment, so Atsumu offers to give you a ride, rolling up in a shiny Lexus, a sharp contrast from Suna’s old Chevy.

“Hey,” he says, getting out to open the door for you. “You look great.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you say. “Although, I might prefer the work uniform.”

“Oh, please,” Atsumu says with a grin. “That apron does nothing to flatter my figure.”

“Mhm.” The ride there is a slightly awkward one, but that’s normal, you tell yourself. You’ve gotten so used to the easy, teasing camaraderie you and Suna have that you’re rusty in regards to flirting. Atsumu has a different sense of humor, too, nothing like the dry sarcasm Suna’s such an expert in. You shake your head. Stop thinking about him.

Even sitting next to a new guy, you can’t help but run last weekend’s drama over in your head. The past few months have been a jumble of mixed signals, and last Saturday was no different. How he tenderly brushed your hair from your face as he hovered over you, how he pulled you into his arms afterwards … how he seemed almost jealous when you mentioned Atsumu. Was it really jealousy? Exactly how much does Suna Rintarou care for you? You roll the numbers inside your head, trying to quantify the soft touches and lingering stares. He’s not easy to read; trying to understand Suna is like trying to decipher Greek without ever taking a single class.

Even trying to get a measure on how much you care for him is difficult. You definitely like him as more than a friend. The only reason you agreed to the whole friends-with-benefits thing in the first place was because of a little crush that grew, that fed on that intimacy… but you’re not so sure now.

“Here we are,” says Atsumu, jolting you from your contemplation as he pulls up alongside the curb. When you climb out of the car, he takes you by the hand, flashing you a quick smile. Your heart trips over itself, and you smile back. “Let’s do this.”

Suna doesn’t show up to the party. He spends most of Friday busying himself at home, paying off a couple electricity bills, cleaning out the fridge. He even does a load of laundry. That’s how bored he is. By the time the clock strikes eight, he feels as though he’s Swiffered every single kitchen tile, folded every shirt, and wiped down every counter in the entire apartment, all to avoid stewing over you and him and all the ways he keeps messing up. But after doing everything on his to-do list and watching a movie and cooking his own dinner (unheard of!) he finds himself pacing around the living room, biting at his nails and thinking about you. More specifically, you and Atsumu. He hopes you’re not wearing that little dress you wore to the club with him a couple months ago. Not that you don’t look great in it — you do, and that’s the issue. The better you look, the more likely Suna will never get a chance to be with you again.

To be fair, he’s not entirely sure how much of a chance he’s ever had with you. You’re incredible, plain and simple. Gorgeous, intelligent, the best player two on every video game he’s ever played with you. You’re not especially adept at the games themselves; no, there’s just something about you. There’s always just been something about you he can’t seem to find anywhere else.

“Damn it,” Suna grunts aloud, flopping down on the couch. It’s nearing half past eleven now. He wonders what you’re doing. Dancing to some shitty music in some crowded living room. Sipping a can of cheap liquor. Letting Atsumu touch your waist, his hand dipping lower and lower until —

Suna buries his face in the couch cushion. He’s usually not one to let his imagination run away with him, but tonight seems to be one of many recent exceptions. If only there was a way to know where he stands with you, or at least where you stand with Atsumu…

Well, there is a way, actually. Almost of its own accord, his hand inches towards his phone, sliding it open and somehow finding its way into his Snapchat. Fingers shaking, Suna clicks on Osamu’s story. It’s dimly lit, a mass of bodies, loud, drunk guys and scantily clad girls. The music is too loud, even through the phone. Suna squints at the screen — there’s Aran, even Kita’s there, quietly sitting in the corner, but no sight of — Suna’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. Because there you are, and you’re not alone. You’re sitting on Atsumu’s lap, but he can’t see your expression because Atsumu is kissing you sloppily, and — oh, God — it looks like you’re kissing him back.

And you’re wearing the fucking dress.

“Damn,” Osamu says in the background. “Looks like he’s getting some tonight.”

Suna throws his phone across the room like it’s a grenade, staring down at his empty hands in disbelief. This can’t be happening. Not to him. Not to you.

For the first time, Suna Rintarou thinks he understands what it really means to want someone. Not in a sexual way, but in the deepest sense of the word. Want. He wants you, and he’s pretty sure he’s never wanted anyone or anything quite so much in his life.

All of a sudden, before his brain even has a chance to catch up, Suna finds himself shrugging on a jacket and snatching his keys from the table, dashing out the door like he’s being chased. If he leaves now, he thinks, starting the car and nearly slamming the door on his foot, he can get to the party before you leave. And then, well, then he’s not quite sure what he’ll do, but he’ll do something.

Again, though, it seems as if the universe might be against him, because there’s an accident on the highway and it takes twice as long to get across town as it should. Suna cusses loudly over the incessant honking and chews on the inside of his cheek until it bleeds. When the traffic lets up and he finally pulls up to the apartment complex, parallel parking in a spot that’s probably illegal, he races up the stairs and into the loft, grabbing the first partygoer he sees. The poor kid’s plastered beyond belief and stares at Suna like he’s an extraterrestrial, eyes glassy.

“You see a girl leave here? ‘Bout this tall, probably left with some douchey looking blonde dude?”

The kid blinks, hard and slow, before nodding. “Yeah, man, you just missed her. That your chick or somethin’? Because she was sucking face with —”

Suna spins on his heel before the kid gets a chance to finish his sentence. He’s lucky Suna doesn’t deck him the head, he’s so irritated.

“Sucking face,” he mumbles, climbing back into the car. He has the route to your house memorized (although he’s not sure how), and he’s pretty sure he breaks about twenty traffic laws trying to get there, so it takes significantly less time to arrive, but to Suna, it feels like an eternity. How did he ever sleep soundly at night knowing other guys had a shot at you before this? He doesn’t know, and he hopes he never has to worry about it again. Not after tonight.

He gets there just as Atsumu’s pulling out of the driveway. Suna flashes him a mental middle finger and resolves to kick his ass later. No time for that right now. You’re still standing on the front porch, and when Suna stumbles out of the car, you turn towards him, mouth agape.

“Rin? What are you—”

“Give me a chance.” He’s breathless, eyes wide and hair whipping around his face in the cool breeze. His heartbeat pounds in his ears like it’s about to burst blood vessels.

“Huh?”

“Give me a chance,” he repeats, reaching forward to take your hand. Your palm is cold against his. “I can do so much better, I promise.”

You furrow your brows. “What in the world are you talking about, Rin?”

The dam breaks. The dam breaks, and everything — the longing, the frustration, everything — comes pouring out in a waterfall of rushing words he doesn’t even have time to think over before they splash at your feet.

“I can do so much better than Atsumu. He doesn’t know you. I know you, and I, well, I’ve liked you since forever, okay? I know your favorite color and your birthday and which Chinese place you like to get takeout from on Saturday nights.” Suna clears his throat. “I know that you like to be hugged from behind and that you hate it when people see you cry. I know so many things about you, and I want to know more.”

“Rin—”

He holds up a hand. “Just listen. I know we’re just fuck buddies, or friends with benefits, or whatever the hell you want to call it, but I want to change that. You mean so much more to me than the sex. God, even if we never slept together again, I would still love you.”

You stare at him. “Love?”

Suna swallows hard. “Yeah, fuck it. Love. I love you. Whatever that means to you, it means to me. I love your stupid jokes and your stupid laugh. To be honest, I’m so in love it feels like I’ll never love anyone else.”

He stops to take a deep breath and a shaky laugh. “Pathetic, right? I know it is. I can’t help it. I’m well aware that Atsumu is way more charming and outgoing, and I was probably wrong when I said he wasn’t your type… but I just need to know if I have even the smallest chance of winning you over.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then another one. You’re gazing at him, head cocked, and the seconds tick by. He still has your hand in his, growing warmer via body heat. Suna feels himself grow increasingly nervous at your expression, curious and almost apathetic — until a wide smile breaks across your face. You laugh, and he thinks it must be the best sound he’s ever heard.

“You weren’t wrong.”

“What?”

“He’s not my type,” you say. “We didn’t click.”

“But — I saw, uh — Osamu’s story,” Suna stammers. “Sucking face.”

“Sucking face?” You squint in confusion before chuckling again. “Ah. Yeah, I kissed him. It was part of some stupid game. He’s kind of bad at it.”

“Atsumu’s a bad kisser?”

“Well,” you say, drawing the word out. “I wouldn’t say bad. It’s just… you’re better.”

Suna’s silent for a second, letting the words ricochet around his brain. He’s better. He’s a better kisser. It was just a game. You’re not into Atsumu. “So… does that mean…?”

“I love you, too.” You smile, and it’s not like your usual cocky grin. It’s sweet and almost… shy.

“You love me, too?” Suna repeats in utter shock. He hadn’t expected to get this far.

“That’s what I just said,” you say. “What are you, a parrot? Speaking of which, though, I think that whole speech was the most I’ve ever heard you talk.”

Suna doesn’t respond. Instead, he takes a step closer and pulls you in for a hug. A real hug, not like the hesitant embrace you’d given him on his birthday, or the side hug he gave you after running into you at the grocery market a few weeks ago. No, this is a true, bona fide hug, and he translates everything he’s ever wanted to tell you but couldn’t into his arms wrapping around your waist.

“So… wanna come in and watch a movie?”

A little while later, Suna’s stretched out on your mattress with you between his legs, chin resting on the top of your head. You’ve changed out of your dress and wiped the makeup from your face, and Suna catches you yawning in the corner of his eye. There’s a trashy romcom droning on your laptop at the foot of the bed. To any outside onlooker, the scene is mundane, just a typical couple enjoying each other’s company. To Suna, though, this is paradise.

It’s almost funny. It’s funny how, a week ago, Suna was a boy pining for a girl he thought he had no chance with. He looked at you and saw something unattainable, someone who would only ever want him temporarily. (And, unbeknownst to him, you felt the same way.) He experienced an overwhelming amount of want, heart knotting in on itself and twisting and turning until it pushed him over the edge, forcing him to confront his own desires. His own inadequacies.

It’s funny how love is what everyone longs for, but it’s also the hardest reward to earn. It’s the most uncomfortable, heart-wrenching, nerve-wracking, anxiety-inducing pathway to happiness Suna’s ever seen. But still… he’d do it all over again if he had to. The months of headaches, the overthinking. It’s worth it. You’re worth it.

Oh, well. What can he say? Suna leans down and presses a featherlight kiss to your temples, and you tilt your head up to smile at him. Love’s a funny thing.

Fortunately, Suna’s always down for a good joke.

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ironhusband · 4 years ago

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5 Times Tony Said I Know A Place + 1 Time Rhodey Said It

-1-

It started small, which, contrary to popular belief, is something Tony can start with. Maybe only when he was a fifteen year old kid with no experience or confidence, and not the billionaire persona Tony developed, but still. When it first happened, Rhodey and him didn’t know each other very well, but still felt concocted due to their early admissions and having to shout to be heard. But they weren’t best friends who knew each other so intimately back then. They were just roommates slowly going through becoming friends.

So it started with Rhodey frowning at his C.

“What’s the matter, sourpatch?” Tony asked, and unconsciously, Rhodey hid the paper away from his eyes. Tony glanced at the paper Rhodey hid. “You seem… concerned?”

“It’s nothing,” Rhodey dismissed, not wanting to admit to getting a bad mark, “do you want to get take out tonight?”

“It’s not nothing!” Tony ignored his question, “you’re upset!”

Rhodey pursed his lips, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Tony’s shoulders slumped, “oh. Okay.”

Rhodey folded the paper neatly and put it in his drawer, trying to put the mark and conversation behind him, “okay, so do you want take out?”

“Actually, I know a place,” Tony said and then offered him a hand for Rhodey to take, “let’s eat out.”

~~~

In the next half an hour, Tony actually managed to bring a smile to his face, “I can’t believe you took me to Chuck E. Cheese!”

“Hey, say what you want about my methods, but I get results,” Tony grinned back at him, “I-I get to see that beautiful smile.”

Rhodey couldn’t help but have his smile spread at Tony’s downright adorable attempt at flirting. Then his smile dimmed slightly, as he brought his hand to his mouth in curiosity, realizing what that meant, “you did this to cheer me up?”

Tony snorted, “no, this is where I bring all my dates to.”

“Shut up,” Rhodey shoved him but didn’t object to this being called a date, “why here?”

Tony shrugged, “it’s where my butler used to bring me as a kid when I was upset. Always managed to make me forget what made me cry. Thought you could use this place too.”

Rhodey shook his head. It didn’t make sense how Tony managed to effortlessly understand him. Some people might have forced him to talk about what made him upset or took him anywhere else that wasn’t used to cheer a child up. But not Tony. Tony knew just what he needed.

“You’re ridiculous,” is what he told Tony and brought into a one armed hug.

-2-

“Hey, you’re back!” Tony cheered, “how was the test?”

“Good, I think,” Rhodey shrugged, “c’mon, you know me. And it’s physics. I’m good at it.”

Tony stuck his tongue at him, “don’t rub it in.”

Rhodey only smirked in response. “Okay, I'm studying for chem now, so be quiet.”

“What did you just say to me?” Tony gasped.

Rhodey chuckled, “I’ve only got a window for an hour. I gotta use it.”

“You just aced a test and you’re studying again?” Tony shook his head and stood up detremindly, “unacceptable. We, Rhodey Rhodes, are going out to celebrate. And I know just the place.”

“Tony, I can’t-”

Tony put a hand over his mouth, “I won’t hear it.”

Rhodey rolled his eyes but didn’t try objecting again.

~~~

“No, you’re wrong, the pool is way better than the beach!”

“I can’t believe you’re standing in front of this beauty and saying this!”

Rhodey glanced at the beach, “but the water is salty.”

Tony snorted and he sarcastically drawled, “okay, you win.”

“You know, you should be taking my side,” Rhodey pointed out, “out of the two of us you’re more likely to get a visible sunburn.”

Tony bristled, “yeah, but waves.”

“That’s a con.”

“No, it’s not!”

Rhodey smiled at him, “I’m not having a yes no argument with you.”

“Okay, then I win.”

Rhodey laughed. Rhodey went on to ace both of his tests and Tony grinned and said, “I take credit for giving you a much needed break.” Rhodey pinched him playfully but didn’t tell Tony how he was running on only coffee at that point.

-3-

“Honeybear, you’re gonna love me,” Tony announced to him.

“I already love you,” Rhodey told him and showed his point by rubbing his nose against Tony and briefly pressing a kiss to his lips.

Tony giggled, and what a wonderful sound it was. “No, I mean really love me. Like trying out that thing I keep suggesting love me.”

“Impossible,” Rhodey said and dropped what he was doing.

Tony smirked and said, “I got us two tickets to Guns n’ Roses.”

Rhodey gasped, “no!”

“Yes!”

Rhodey lunged at him and cupped Tony’s face in his hands, “oh my God, I do love you.”

Tony pecked him, “told you.”

“But wait,” Rhodey paused, “they’re all sold out. I made my sister camp out. How did you…?”

Tony bit his lip, “yeah, about that...”

Rhodey looked at him suspiciously, “what did you do?”

“Don’t worry, I just know a place.”

~~~

Tony ended up finding them the best car to drive them to the concert almost halfway across the country. He told their teachers they were sick with a high fever. Rhodey chastised him for it, but it was still the best concert he ever went to so it was half hearted. He was forever grateful to Tony for letting him see his favorite band live.

-4-

Rhodey felt like crying his eyes out with frustration. His CO wouldn’t let him do anything important, his CO didn’t believe he could do anything important and most importantly, his CO wasn’t letting him prove he could do anything important. He didn’t know what to do and he felt helpless and at loss. Rhodey hated feeling like that.

He burrowed his face into his boyfriend’s neck, the safest, most comforting place on Earth, “will you still date me if I quit MIT?”

“No actually, I have three other back ups I know won’t flunk,” Tony quipped but at the way Rhodey’s hands tightened around his middle he said, “just kidding, honeybear. You know you’re the only one for me. MIT or no MIT.”

Rhodey hummed, feeling warmer at the praise, “what if I go to CalTech?”

“Don’t even joke, Rhodes,” he rubbed his hands comfortingly around the arms on his waist, “why do you think you’re flunking?”

“I’m not flunking,” Rhodey mumbled, “but my CO sure wants me to.”

Tony groaned, “that guy’s a jerk. He doesn’t know what he has in his hands.”

Rhodey smiled into his neck, but he didn’t feel any less frustrated or any more hopeful.

“Hey, I think I have something that might cheer you up,” Tony said, “I was saving it for your birthday, but I think you might want it now.”

“I’m not in the mood,” Rhodey grumbled.

Tony chuckled, “get your mind out of the gutter. I know a place.”

~~~

Tony took him to a small airport. All through the drive Tony teased him about wearing a blindfold, so to not ruin the surprise, which did not ease Rhodey’s anxiety one bit. But when they got there… Tony showed him the most amazing plane. “It’s your favorite model, right?” Tony asked, “you told me so.”

Rhodey started at him and then at the plane and then back at Tony, “you remembered that?”

“Course I did,” Tony scoffed at him, “I needed something for your birthday. Come, this isn’t all.” Then Tony took him by the hand and introduced him to the pilot, “he’s gonna take you for a spin.”

Rhodey couldn’t believe what Tony was offering him, and it took him a while to recover enough to nod and get into the plane. The pilot flew him, twisting and turning and going upside down with the aircraft, making Rhodey shriek in delight. When they were done, the pilot allowed any and all questions, even letting Rhodey touch the controls to “test fly” the plane while it was turned off.

When he came to land Tony told him, “you’re not going to flunk.” He cupped Rhodey’s face gently, “you’re going to pass ROTC with flying colors, go on to get an amazing position that will make your CO jealous and fly a plane just like this one day. Just you wait.”

Little did Rhodey know by then, but Tony was right.

Rhodey kissed Tony with a smile still stretched on his face, “I don’t think you can find another gift for my birthday to top this.”

-5-

Rhodey was homesick. He hadn’t seen his family in a long time and he was starting to miss them. What put him in an especially sour mood was when his sister got a part in a play she was excited about, and Rhodey couldn’t come and watch it.

“I hate you when you’re in this mood,” Tony complained, “just want to make you feel better.”

Rhodey sighed, “I know this is hard for you to understand because your dad is an asshole. But I don’t know… I just miss them. And Philly too. God, I miss Philly.”

Tony looked thoughtful before a grin showed on his face, “I have an idea.”

“Oh no,” Rhodey teased.

Tony stuck his tongue out at him, “I think I know a place that will cheer you up. You trust me?”

Rhodey wanted to say something teasing but what he ended up saying was, “with my life.”

~~~

Tony took him to the Charles Hayden Planetarium because Rhodey once told him it reminded him of the Franklin Institute back at home. They watched the stars together and Rhodey nuzzled his neck and told him, “the stars in your eyes are more beautiful.” By the end of the night, Rhodey still missed home but he felt he was just as lucky to be with his other home, with Tony.

-+1-

Tony wiped the tears from his face, embarrassed that Rhodey saw his outburst of emotional weakness. Voice shaky and watery, Tony looked away from Rhodey’s concerned gaze. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Rhodey didn’t say anything and Tony didn’t watch for his reaction. Eventually, Rhodey sat beside, pressed himself against Tony and nudged him gently. “I think I know a place,” he joked.

Tony laughed quietly, the laugh coming out broken. The line had long since become an inside joke for them, as Tony had a habit of repeating it too much. Rhodey usually wasn’t serious when he said it, but this seemed like more than a joke. He wondered what place Rhodey could be talking about. A burger joint? A robotics lab? Maybe a music store?

But instead, Rhodey brought him to his arms and hugged him tightly, hands on Tony’s back drawing comforting circles.

Tony frowned, confused, “what’s the place?”

Rhodey hugged him tighter, “right here,” he said, kissing the top of Tony’s head, “home.”

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crispy-chan · 4 years ago

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carriwitchet ch.5

pairing | han jisung x reader, 3racha x reader genre/warnings | fluff, angst, high school au, slow burn, friends to lovers, love square word count | 3k a/n | sorry for the long wait. I really have to be in the right headspace for thsi series but i'll try my best to update it more often from now on. also - this chapter is a lil bit sadder than usual. enjoy <3

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CHAPTER 5

“Hello there N/n,” Changbin beamed as he ran towards you. (I trolled you all kekeke)

“Oh hi Bin,” you waved at him, as he tackled you into a bear hug. This wasn't unusual in your relationship, the both of you being quite affectionate people. However, the hug was getting a little too long, even for a person like you.

“Ugh, let go. I can’t breathe,” you groaned, patting his back.

After he finally let go of you, you got to have a proper look at him. He definitely dressed up for the occasion. He sported a crisp white button-down (that outlined his toned biceps) tucked into black ripped jeans and topped off the look with his signature high-end cap. Overall, he looked pretty damn handsome. Suddenly, you felt a bit underdressed in your cardigan.

Changbin turned around to find you staring. “Whatcha looking at?” he smirked cheekily.

You immediately blushed and swatted him away, turning around to pretend you were looking at the movie options. It was a stupid move since you guys have already agreed on the movie, but Changbin was thoughtful enough not to call you out on your bullshit.

He must have sensed your discomfort though, because he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “you look really pretty today.”

You felt shivers run down your spine as he said that and felt a soft blush stain your cheeks. You pushed that thought out of your mind, focusing on securing a spot in the line so you could purchase your tickets.

Changbin looked amused at your antics but gracefully decided to drop it. Both of you approached the counter and asked for the tickets. You agreed on two back-row middle seats but argued for a while on who should pay.

“Stop being ridiculous Y/n, I'm taking you to the movies for your birthday so you're not gonna pay.”

“Oh come on, I can just pay for my own ticket,” you tried to protest but Changbin was already swiping his card on the terminal.

“No. I'm paying and that's final.”

You wanted to further object but decided to drop it at the unamused expression of the part-timer behind the counter. You didn't want to be kicked out after all and the annoyed whispers of the people behind you led you to simply drop it.

You reached the minibar and started to roam over the menu.

“Do you want to buy popcorn?” Changbin inquired, smiling at your apparent excitement.

“Of course. What's going to the movies without having popcorn?” you laughed as you stuck your hand in your pocket, struggling to pull out your wallet.

Changbin frowned at that, not liking that you wouldn't just let him pay so he put his hand over yours, halting your movements.

“Come on,” he whined, “just let me pay, ok? I invited you as a birthday present so the least I can do is actually pay for it.”

You groaned at that but finally agreed, albeit begrudgingly. Whiny Changbin was actually pretty cute.

Wait for what?

“Fine but I'm paying next time, ok?”

Changbin just shot you a wink and a sing-songy “maybe,” as he went up to the counter and ordered one extra-large popcorn and two medium sodas.

He pulled out his wallet and took out his credit card before swiping it over the terminal. Damn, why did guys always look ten times more attractive when paying by card? That must have been surely the mystery of the century. After grabbing the order, he pulled you in the direction of where your movie was being played.

“So, are you scared?” he teased.

“Oh shut up Bin! I'm sure it can't be that bad, right?”

“Well good thing you've got me to protect you,” he chortled.

“In your dreams.”

“Which seats do we have again?” you asked while climbing up the stairs.

“Twenty-seven and eight,” he read from the tickets.

You finally got to your seats, placing the popcorn on the floor for a moment before shuffling around to sit properly, lifting the popcorn from the floor, and placing the sodas in the cup holders on the armrests.

“Don't forget to turn off your phone,” you reminded Changbin while pulling out your own to not disturb anyone.

“Your right, thanks.”

The lights in the room slowly dimmed as all the ads started to run. After about ten minutes, you were feeling a little tired as you absentmindedly leaned your head on Changbin's shoulder. The boy was startled at first but cracked a smile at your zoned-out expression. When the movie started, he gave you a light nudge to get you to focus on the screen.

You whipped your head up in surprise, your cheeks heating up at you slip up as you quickly sat back, eyes directly on the movie. Changbin internally chuckled at your flustered state, redirecting his gaze at the screen too.

The movie was actually quite interesting, save for the occasional jumpscares that scared the shorts out of you. During one of the scenes, you could tell that the main character was walking straight into a trap and you really didn't want to witness it.

“Oh god, why is he going there?” you whined, “isn't it obvious that she's there and that she'll kill him.”

You couldn't stand it anymore, almost launching yourself onto Changbin's lap (while doing some gymnastics to get around the armrest in between you) as you pressed your head into his chest to drown out the movie completely.

“Why did I even agree to this in the first place?” you moaned, “I should have said no.”

Changbin had a hard time suppressing his chuckles at your adorableness. He'd never tell you this but he was actually glad whenever you snuggled up to him. At this rate, he was afraid though that the movie might be too much for you so he slightly nudged your shoulder.

“What?” you whispered, looking up at him with those big eyes. “Just that, you know - if it's too much, we can leave and go get ice cream or something,” he muttered, his palm going to brush some stray locks of your hair behind your ear.

You felt your heart skip a few beats at the gesture, choosing to snuggle back into his arm to avoid his intense gaze.

“I'm fine Bin, sorry for… sorry for acting like this. I should be fine now,” you smiled, moving away from him and sitting back in your seat. Embarrassment started to creep on you with how you just behaved. You hoped that Changbin didn't think you were too weird after this.

The rest of the movie went rather smoothly, none of the jump scares being nearly as frightening as the previous one. Changbin still did reach out to hold your hand whenever he sensed something even mildly alarming.

When the final credits rolled, the both of you started to pick up your stuff, heading out of the dim room while chatting about the movie.

“Look, I'm sorry for all that,” you started nervously, “but please don't tell anyone. I'd never live it down if they catch wind of it.”

He smirked at the display of you begging him like that but after seeing how worried you were, he decided to drop it.

“Don't worry N/n, I won't tell anybody. Besides, why would I share something as cute with the rest? This is now a thing between you and me only,” he smirked.

“Okok, that's enough,” you said firmly, not wanting to talk about it anymore, “let's go get something to eat.”

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You entered the cozy cafe and took a seat near the window in a quiet corner. You scanned the menu, getting a little too immersed in choosing what you want as you completely zoned out when the waiter came to take your order.

“N/n,” Changbin flicked your forehead lightly to bring you back to earth. “What do you want to order?” he asked, pointing to the waiting part-timer who was slowly losing his patience.

“Oh. sorry, I'll have the latte and a matcha pudding, please,” you murmured, hoping the boy heard you. Luckily, he did as he scribbled down your order and briskly walked away.

You sighed, hating yourself for spacing out like that and making a fool of yourself. You were zoning out all day and you didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the movie - you were quite scared after all, no point denying that but you had this underlining feeling.

After finishing your drinks, Changbin walked you to the bus stop (insisting it was late already, and you shouldn't walk alone) and thanked you for coming with him.

“Seriously. Bin, stop,” you chuckled, “why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you. It was lovely, I didn't realize I needed this but I actually really did. I had lots of fun, and I hope you too.”

“Of course I had fun N/n. As long as I'm with you, I’ll always have fun,” he patted your head with a wink, shooting you the finger guns as he walked away.

You were still laughing about it as you got on the bus, his corniness proving to be really funny as always. You realized you actually missed some of his stupid jokes, the momentary separation between you two suddenly seeming way pettier.

You softly hummed the melody of For You. Again. But you just couldn't help it, the song had such a calming effect on you. It was your go-to song when you were stressed, anxious, or overwhelmed with school. And hey, who knows? Maybe there really are blessings waiting for you.

Getting off the bus, you walked the short walk home and rummaged for your keys. After stepping in, you made your way to the bathroom. You jumped in the shower, feeling ready to wash off all the sweat and lather yourself in that coconut body lotion.

------

On Monday morning, you walked into the school building, exhausted from just going up the few steps. You didn't get much sleep last night, opting for preparing for that chemistry exam even though it was on Thursday.

You see, chemistry was never exactly your forte. That's why you had mad respect for everybody that understood it, which was unironically about half of your friend group. Felix and Jisung were absolute chem and bio whizzes, making you wonder if they ate workbooks for breakfast. On top of that, Iris was also quite good which left only you, Mei, and sometimes Changbin to stick together

It was quite painful watching everyone understand the lecture and later not study at all, only for them to get a better grade than you, who had studied for three hours every day a week before the exam. You learned to suppress those feelings, not wanting to come off as rude, it wasn't their fault after all that you just couldn't beat those damn formulas into your head.

Chemistry today was especially hard, the teacher dividing you into pairs and handing you worksheets to complete with your partner.

You were paired up with Changbin, who usually fared better than you but today, he was none the wiser.

“God damn, I have no clue how to do this,” he cursed under his breath, scanning the handout with visible distaste.

You laughed at his antics, going through your backpack to find your notebook. “Neither do I but I think we should manage with the help of my notes.”

“Yeah, your notes are a literal lifesaver, thanks.”

You plopped the notebook on the desk, opening it and turning the pages to find the needed material.

With the help of your trusty notes, the two of you managed to complete the paper, even finishing before the bell rung and giving you some time to chat.

You left the classroom with a smile, feeling like you probably won't fail the next exam.

If you just put enough time into preparation, you could maybe even scrape an A. Today was Monday - that meant that you still had three days left to prepare. You studied for three hours yesterday, familiarizing yourself with the theoretical part of the topic. Now all that was left was to not forget it and go through the formulas to make sure you could build the proper equations.

Let's say you could cram in about two and a half hours of studying every day until Thursday. With that much dedication, you could likely do pretty well. While you were counting in your head and mentally planning out study sessions, Jisung ran up to you from behind and scared the shorts out of you.

“Wassup, N/n. Wanna hang out?” he put his arm around your shoulder and playfully nudged your side.

“No Jisung,” you threw his arm off, speeding in the direction of your locker, “sorry but not this week.”

When you saw his pouty face, you patted his hair and added, “the chemistry exam. I need to study as much as I can.”

“How come you didn't ask for help? I can tutor you if you want, I know how you despise chemistry.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to decline, Sung. I want to manage on my own.”

“I see,” he murmured, “that sounds a lot like you, actually,” he crinkled his nose and laughed. “See you tomorrow then.”

“Bye,” you waved at his retreating figure. Maybe you should have taken up on his offer. He was really good at chemistry, after all. You blinked, thinking about what would happen if you agreed, wouldn't do you any good. Plus, Jisung was a busy guy, he had a lot of things on his mind and you didn't want to bother him so it was better you declined.

You trudged your way home, entering your room and slamming the door shut. It was going to be a long day. Opening your notebook with a sigh, you started to go over the stuff for the n-th time. Oh, how you wished you were good at science. The stuff just didn't come easily to you and you had no idea why. You tried everything! All the methods there were but you could just never figure it out until you studied for hours. Maybe that's what you needed to do? Just suck it up and study some more.

You were about to just do that but the sudden clang made you put down your notes for a second. And then you heard it. The beginnings of a loud argument that brewed between your parents almost every day. They always fought over the pettiest things like who put the dishes in the wrong place in the dishwasher? Who left their cup on the table? Where was the remote?

Whenever you heard someone raise their voice, you could feel your thoughts spiral down the deep end. It was like this trigger that sent your thoughts to this dark place. Blocking out the noise, you picked up your notebook and tried to concentrate on studying as to distract yourself. That's something you really needed at the moment.

At ten pm, you decided you had enough. Standing up to stretch your sore limbs, you threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, not even bothering to brush your teeth as you made a dive for your bed.

It was a dreamless night.

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The next morning, you practically moved on autopilot. Pulling on your clothes and shoving breakfast down your throat, you left the house without even bidding your parents goodbye. You ran to the bus stop and pulled out your headphones to listen to some music.

“Yeah I know, we know If it's you, you can do it, ayy Don't give up, oh no You persevered up until now What's the worry? Believe in yourself”

That helped a lot. It calmed your racing heart and gave you hope. You struggled with some pretty harsh thoughts and just bottled it up because you didn't feel like you had anyone to talk to. Listening to their songs provided at least a little comfort and let you somehow channel this stuff out of your system.

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The day at school was pretty uneventful, you were only assigned an English essay and a few math equations. Nothing you couldn't handle.

It must have shown that you didn't sleep too well, many of your friends asking if you were okay at the sight of the black circles under your eyes. You bit back a sob and tried to patiently assure them with a fake smile that everything was indeed okay. That you just binged a Netflix show till four am and were tired.

They all bought it.

Except for Jisung.

He watched you like a hawk for the entire day, being extra kind and doing little things for you here and there to better your mood. You appreciated his efforts, you really did but no amount of candies and encouraging little notes would make you forget the upcoming exam as well as the stress piling up on your shoulders.

After class, you skipped lunch and went straight to your locker so you could leave as soon as possible without anyone noticing you.

“Oh hey, Y/n. Wanna grab lunch together?” Changbin smiled at you before bending down to tie his shoelaces.

Shoot. You completely forgot that Changbin didn't have lunch in the canteen on Tuesdays. You racked your brain for possible excuses, before eventually settling on the lamest one.

“Sorry, I have to study for chem. I'll probably just get something to go near my place.”

With an apologetic expression, you backed out of the hall, and almost ran to the exit with a quiet “bye” thrown in the confused boy's direction.

You ran down the cobblestone path, ignoring the grumbling of your stomach. When you told Changbin you'd get something near your place, you were lying. You figured there wasn't time to spare and you planned to invest every second possible into preparing for the exam. You knew it was wrong, to skip meals and lock yourself in your room for hours but you didn't know any better. Every time, you told yourself it was the last time you'd pull a stunt like that but as they say...old habits die hard.

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star-six7 · 4 years ago

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And You’re Someone Who Knows Someone (Who Was Someone I Once Knew)

Mikey Way x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 1909

Request: Could I request anything with Mikey? Thanks :)

A/N: I am so sorry about the delay on this one! I’ve been drowning in school and work at the moment, but I’m still thinking of you guys, I promise! Also, catch that title reference ;)

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. No part of this story is meant to be libel, slander, or in any way derogatory towards any character’s real life counterpart. I’m not delusional; I know that these characters are simply based off of a public persona and may not actually resemble the people behind those personas. Any additional characters that you do not recognize are entirely fictional, unless otherwise stated. And finally, if you got here by Googling yourself, whatever happens next is 100% on you.

You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet anxiously as you stood in front of the chain-link fence. Finally, a large guy with a security shirt came into your view, calling out your name.

“Hey,” he grinned when you nodded. “It’s good to finally meet you in person; Gerard’s been chattering nonstop about you for the past few days. I’m Worm, I’m in charge of most of the security for the band; I’ll take you back now.”

“Okay,” you nodded, putting away the backstage pass that Gerard had mailed to you. You were slightly taken aback by the professional quality of the whole set-up; the last time you had been to a My Chem show, it had been in a much less… respectable venue, and there wasn’t even the faintest idea of guards and backstage passes. Something told you that the security probably wasn’t the only thing that had changed over the last few years...

While you were lost in your thoughts, Worm had led you through a back parking lot filled with big box trucks and busy stage crews right to the band’s bus. He punched in a key-code, and grandly guided you up the steps.

“Gerard, your esteemed guest has arrived!” He winked good-naturedly at you, and then turned to leave. “Soundcheck at four, please attempt to think about being there in some semblance of a timely manner.” He rolled his eyes as he exited the bus.

Gerard, of course, didn’t hear him because he was too busy leaping off the couch so he could tackle you. “You’re here!”

“Yes,” you grinned, attempting to pat his back and keep your balance at the same time. “It’s been so long, Gerard, how are you?”

He let go and returned your smile. “I’ve been great, really great. A lot better than I was the last time we met. Um,” he ran a hand through his close-cropped white hair, and glanced sideways at Mikey. “You remember Ray and Mikey, right?”

“Of course,” you grinned at them. “How could I not? I did go to all of your shows for a year.”

“Well, uh, Otter ended up leaving after we finished recording Three Cheers, so that’s Bob- say hi, Bob- oh! And you remember Pencey, right? Well, Frankie’s with us now, and I think that about covers it.”

You waved at them. You remembered Frank’s wild nature, not surprised that he fit in so well with My Chem, and Bob seemed nice enough. All of the guys seemed genuinely excited about your presence, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that there were some conspiratorial glances and nudges being thrown around by everyone except Mikey. In fact, the bassist in question was doing his best to look artfully bored from his place on the couch and ignore Frank’s not-so-subtle shoving. Still, you felt a certain tug towards him, even after all these years.

“C’mon!” Gerard said brightly, snapping you out of your observations. “Let me give you the grand tour.”

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a whirlwind of wandering the bus park and venue with Gerard, watching the guys soundcheck from the nosebleeds, and dining on pizza in the green room. You were so glad you had been able to make it to a show; Gerard was one of your closest friends, and it had been a couple of years since you had last met.

Your friendship had started during your senior year of college- you had both had an internship in the same building, albeit for different companies and lines of work. Since then, you had bonded over several of your shared interests and kept in touch, leading you to go to several of the first My Chem shows, and by extension, meet Ray, Frank, and Mikey. Though your busy work life and their crazy tour schedule had caused you to drift apart, it felt like no time had passed at all as you watched Ray swat Frank for stealing his pizza while Gerard and Mikey laughed uncontrollably at Ray’s exasperated expression.

Soon enough, it was time for them to go onstage, which became evident when the venue’s stage manager knocked on the door to lead them to the curtain. Worm reappeared and guided you to the seat marked on your ticket from Gerard- a center stage view from the very first row of actual seats behind the pit. Clearly, Gerard had wanted to make sure you didn’t miss a single part of the show.

The lights dimmed, and you watched two crewmembers dressed as doctors and nurses wheel out a covered gurney while the sound of a heartbeat monitor played over the sound system. You were unsurprised when Gerard leapt out of the gurney moments later, kicking off the show.

You already knew the guys were awe-inspiring onstage- you had known it from the way you felt the first time you saw them live- but it was clear to see that over the past few years, they had taken it to a whole new level. They had each grown into their stage personas and their identity as a band, but your eyes kept drifting to one member in particular...

You had noticed it earlier today, but Mikey had definitely evolved since the last time you had met. He seemed much more sure of himself onstage; instead of retreating to the space almost directly behind Gerard, he often came up to the edge of the stage or interacted with his bandmates. He also seemed more relaxed off stage, easily interacting with fans outside of the venue and joking before the show with the rest of the band and crew. You couldn’t deny that he was a far cry from Gerard’s shy, slightly awkward, little brother you had met all those years ago.

Before you knew it, the show was over, and Frank was insisting on heading to a nearby diner for several plates of french fries and milkshakes. You glanced at your watch and balked. “Shit… I’m sorry guys, it’s almost 1am and I didn’t get a hotel. I think I’m going to start the drive home.”

Frank and Gerard glanced at each other, and then they rushed to stop you. “Don’t be ridiculous, come with us and you can just stay on the bus!”

“I don’t want to take up anyone’s space…” You hemmed.

“It’s fine!” Ray insisted. “Don’t even worry about it, you can sleep in the back lounge, it’s honestly very nice.”

Though you were suspicious of their enthusiasm, you accepted their offer with a shrug and followed the rest of the group in their search for a 24 hour diner.

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You sighed as you took off your shoes and settled into the bed in the back lounge. You were exhausted; the long day of walking, dancing, and socializing was starting to catch up to you. However, just as soon as you had stretched out across the soft surface and closed you, you were startled upright by the sound of yelling coming from the bunk area just behind the lounge door. Confused, you opened it to see Mikey, looking irate, and Frank looking guilty yet slightly pleased with himself.

“What the actual fuck, Frank?” Mikey glared accusingly at him.

“I’m really sorry Mikey, it was-”

“An accident? Frank, we all know you’re clumsy as fuck, but there’s absolutely no way someone pours an entire liter of soda directly on my bunk on accident!”

“Oh shit,” you said, stepping out of the doorway to assess the damage.

Mikey glanced at you. “Sorry if I woke you up, Frank’s just being ridiculous.”

“Mikey, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to sleep here tonight,” Ray said, gently prodding Mikey’s mattress. “It’s pretty soaked.”

“Oh, well, of course,” Mikey sighed irritably. “Well, couch it is, then.”

“Actually,” Gerard piped up, oh-so-helpfully, “there’s plenty of space in the back lounge.” He turned to you. “If you’re okay with sharing, that is.”

You stared at him, trying to figure out his plan here. You were pretty sure that if he could bat his eyelashes right now, he would. Ignoring your suddenly accelerating heart rate, you turned back to Mikey.

“I don’t mind sharing, it is your bus after all,” you shrugged, glancing at Mikey. “Gerard’s right, there’s plenty of room.”

The other three looked extremely pleased with themselves.

“Thank you,” he told you, before turning to glare at Frank and head into the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later, you were in the back lounge again, somewhat awkwardly laying on one half of the double bed as you waited for Mikey to turn off the lights and get settled.

He looked abashed as he stretched out on the opposite side of the bed. “I’m sorry for snapping back there,” he said. “It’s just… the guys have been making fun of me for the past few days and it gets old fast.”

“I understand, it's okay,” you nodded, as you watched his silhouette shift closer to you in the dark.

He gave you a considering look. “It’s just… I told them something personal and they couldn’t just leave it alone. Honestly, this whole weekend has been sort of a set up.”

You rolled over to look at him properly as everything began to fall into place. Frank and Gerard’s insistence that you should stay the night, Frank’s “clumsiness,” Gerard’s helpful suggestions, the general feeling that something was going on behind the scenes…

“Oh,” you said, hoping he would confirm your suspicions, “what do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just that,” for a moment, it seemed like the endearing shyness of the Mikey you had met in Gerard’s basement was back. “Okay, like.” He took a steadying breath. “I’m working on building my confidence, so I’m gonna tell you this and hope for this best. I’ve… had a thing for you for a while, if it wasn’t already obvious. I mean, at first, it was just a crush… but as the years went on, and I- we grew up, I’ve realized it’s more than that. I know I’m still working on being stable, but I want to take that chance with you. I mean, if you feel the same way of course.” He paused. “Wow, that was a weight off my chest.”

You stared at him, opening your mouth to speak and then closing it as you parsed your thoughts. You had always felt a certain fondness for Mikey, and the past day had shown you that, over the course of a few years, it had grown into something more than friendship. You couldn’t deny that you also had feelings towards Mikey, and that seeing his new-found confidence and sense of self had only solidified them.

“Um, you’re not like, pissed, are you?”

His timid question snapped you out of your reverie.

“No, of course not!” you rushed to assure him. “I… I feel the same way, Mikey. I think I always have.”

“Oh!” He couldn’t keep the small grin off of his face. “So then I guess you don’t mind if I do this then, right?” He moved in closer to you and wrapped his free arm around your waist, effectively pulling you into his chest.

You smiled, warm with the feeling that things had finally fallen into place. “Good guess,” you sighed, already beginning to fall asleep.

“One more thing,” Mikey paused.

“Hm?”

“Under no circumstances can the others know that their evil plan worked.” “Deal.”

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years ago

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A Long Way Back - Part 1 of 2

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader

Rating: General

Requested By: Anon

Word Count: ~7,900 total, ~3400 in part 1

Author’s Note: This request asked for current Gerard with a singer who is younger and to be honest, I started this request immediately when I got it, but I’ve been picking it up and putting it down on and off since then. I was inspired by His Smile Will Keep You Safe by @xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx and I Know I’ll Lose by @sunsetinmyvein and while this story is nowhere near as long as their stories, I hope that you guys enjoy it regardless. I’ve also thrown together a playlist if you’re interested as well

“We are Garden of Woe and don’t you ever forget it! Thank you Milwaukee!” (YN) shouted as the band hit their final notes and the lights went out. The crowd was cheering and (YN) felt that addicting mix of adrenaline and exhaustion that she always felt after an amazing show.

“That show was sick!” Liam the guitarist raved and (YN) nodded enthusiastically as she took a swig from her water bottle on the way backstage.

“Hey guys, great show as usual,” their manager Clark grinned when they walked in the dressing room. “Can I get your attention for a second?”

(YN) looked at her bandmates, a look of confusion shared amongst them. “What’s going on?”

“I didn’t wanna tell you guys before the show and have yall be in your heads, but” he paused. “You’ve been asked to open for My Chemical Romance on their US reunion tour.”

(YN) thought she was about to either faint, puke, or die on the spot. “Clark don’t fuck with us.”

“I’m not fucking with you.”

“Oh my god, this is, oh my god,” Jake the drummer muttered, a far away look in his eyes as Rebecca the bass player just stood there with a shocked look on her face.

(YN) sunk down on the couch, legs unable to support her anymore. “I had just hoped to get tickets to one of those shows,” she said with an astonished laugh, holding her head in her hands.

“Well if you accept, you’re gonna be going to every show, getting paid to be there, and getting more exposure than you ever could dream of,” Clark replied.

“I think I speak for everyone when I say hell yes!” Liam exclaimed, the rest of the band agreeing instantly.

“Then it’s settled, I’ll get in touch with their management tomorrow morning and you better get ready because you’re about to go on a wild ride.”

To (YN) it felt like an instant and an eternity at the same time before Garden of Woe departed for the first stop of the MCR reunion tour. A lot of buzz had been building around their band since it was announced that they, along with Taking Back Sunday for the first half of the tour and Crystal Lake Cemetery for the second half, would be opening the shows.

“Are you so stoked Becs? Are you? Are you?!” Liam shouted, shaking Rebecca’s shoulders excitedly as their bus rolled down the highway.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to barf on you,” Rebecca snapped back.

Everyone’s nerves had been on edge since Clark had told them the news and arguments had been erupting about things like the setlist, or what their merch would look like, and the tension only seemed to grow the closer they got to the start of the tour. Rebecca wouldn't even return (YN)'s calls for a week over a debate about what they should be wearing on stage.

“Oh my god Liam, I say this with all the love in the world, but please shut the fuck up,” (YN) muttered.

Liam, with his endless energy, bounced across the tour bus to where (YN) was sitting and climbed onto her lap. “You! This is literally what you’ve been talking about since you were 16 years old! This is why we formed Garden of Woe, why we’ve been struggling and starving for a decade!”

“I know, but you’re never gonna see the stage if you keep bugging everyone like this,” (YN) retorted to her friend in her lap.

“What are you gonna say when you finally meet them?”

“Will we even meet them?” (YN) asked, trying to sound aloof. She had been trying not to think about actually meeting the band that she had been obsessed with and saved her life when she was a depressed teenager back in 2004. When she and Liam founded Garden of Woe, she modeled her stage presence on Gerard’s after watching hours of live performance videos. When My Chem announced they were getting back together back on Halloween 2019, (YN) cried tears of joy for hours and they did an extra encore of just MCR covers at their show that night.

“We’re gonna be on the road with them for two months, of course we are,” Jake replied.

(YN) groaned. “I can’t deal with this right now,” she grumbled, pushing Liam off her before climbing into her bunk.

A while later Clark was calling her name to come out as they had arrived at the first venue. “Alright, here is the itinerary: you guys have soundcheck at 5:30, doors are at 6:30, you’re on at 7:30. After your set, you should get to the main merch booth to sign things for the fans, but you can watch Taking Back Sunday and My Chem if you’d prefer. Then two hours after My Chem finishes, we load back in and it’s on to the next stop.”

(YN) glanced at her phone, it was just before 2 PM, which meant they had hours before their soundcheck. Hours to build up more nervous energy, to possibly run into My Chem or Taking Back Sunday, another band she’d looked up to for just as long.

The bus rolled to a stop and they grabbed the things they’d need for the show that night and headed inside. There were other big black busses already parked outside and roadies moving things around.

“This is real, this is really real. This is the biggest thing we’ve ever done and we’re really here,” Rebecca said, totally astonished as (YN) linked arms with her.

“I’m really trying not to think about it,” (YN) replied. Even from the back of the stadium they could hear the crowd already waiting out front. When they got to the door, they flashed their badges and were escorted to their dressing room.

“Do we just wait here? Can we go walk around? I wanna go check everything out,” Liam babbled excitedly.

“How much coffee did you drink today, dude?” (YN) asked, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.

“None. Come on, let’s get out there and meet our tourmates! Who is with me? (YN), Jake, Becs?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna try to calm down and center myself and not piss off the people who are employing us.”

“I’ll go,” Jake replied.

“Yea me too, get it over with,” (YN) mumbled. She’d met so many people touring and opening for bands she looked up to that it shouldn’t make her nervous, but Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Frank were legendary. The three bandmates started to wander the halls, peeking in doors until they heard people talking.

“Is this happening? Are we about to meet them?” (YN) looked at Liam, her heart hammering.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her elbow and leading the way. “‘Scuse me, sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to introduce ourselves. We are Garden of Woe.”

“Hey, nice to finally meet you guys, I’m Gerard,” Gerard said, getting up to shake their hands. Jake and Liam introduced themselves like normal humans, but (YN) was screaming internally.

“I’m (YN),” she squeaked, and Gerard gave her an amused smile and she was certain her brain melted. Then all the sudden she was introducing herself to Mikey, Frank, and Ray as well and it was as if she had transcended to another plane of existence. She listened as they easily made conversation with Jake and Liam, but she couldn’t put together a coherent thought to join in.

“Are you ok?” she heard someone asking. Shaking her head to pull herself out of her thoughts, she realized it was Gerard.

“Yea, yea, thanks, just kinda overwhelmed by everything that’s going on,” she admitted.

Gerard nodded. “Yea, being back in the tour life has been kinda weird. Overwhelming, like you said.”

“For sure. And I don’t wanna seem like, I dunno, a crazed fan, but I have to tell you, I’ve been listening to you guys since I was 16 when Three Cheers came out. It got me through so much and your performance style inspired me so much and how I perform and yea. Sorry to ramble, I just had to get that off my chest, I won’t bug you about it again,” (YN) said with another shake of her head as she put her hands over her face. She didn’t know why, but tears were stinging at her eyes. “So sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replied and he reached out and rubbed her arm. “We saw you guys performing and that’s why we asked you to come out with us. You have a lot of talent.”

“Well thank you, this is literally a dream come true,” (YN) blushed. Receiving a compliment like that from Gerard Way himself was mind blowing.

“My Chem, you’re up for soundcheck,” someone with a headset called from the doorway.

“We’ll see you around,” Gerard waved as they made their way out the door. After the band was gone (YN), Jake, and Liam stood alone in the dressing room silently for a moment.

“Holy fucking hell we just met My Chemical Romance!” Liam shrieked.

“I know!” (YN) shouted in reply, throwing her arms around her friends in a celebratory hug.

"(YN). Earth to (YN)," Liam said, pulling her from her thoughts. "You ready?"

"No, not at all," she replied and Liam could see the fear in her face. It had been a long time since he had seen her that nervous before a performance.

"You got this," he said to (YN). "We all got this, come on!"

Just then the stage lights dimmed and the crowd roared like she'd never heard before. The other three took their places on stage. "Fuck it," she muttered to herself and ran out on stage.

45 minutes later Garden of Woe was taking their bow and hurrying off stage so the roadies could switch out their equipment for Taking Back Sunday’s. The four bandmates were wrapping each other in sweaty hugs and jumping up and down, as the set had gone better than they ever could have hoped. After cleaning themselves up a bit, they went to the merch booth and signed autographs and took photos for a while, but the line cleared out again once Taking Back Sunday went on. After they finished, there wasn't much time before MCR were going to take the stage, so (YN) hurried backstage and found a crate to sit on and watch while the greatest band of their generation took the stage.

The show was absolutely awe inspiring; to watch the way Ray shredded on his guitar, the way Frank and Mikey moved around the stage, but most of all watching Gerard. He was a natural on stage, even after all this time away from it. While she had watched enough interviews on youtube to know that he was soft spoken, the way he turned that off and started to just command the stage and the crowd was incredible. What she couldn’t believe was that no one else was with her watching the show. Did they not realize what an opportunity they were missing she wondered.

"Enjoying the show?" Gerard asked when they came off stage before the encore.

"So much! You're kicking so much ass out there!" She beamed and the guys all laughed in appreciation.

Once the show was over and everyone was cleaned up, the bands all came together to celebrate a little before it was time to reboard the busses. The drinks were flowing for everyone that partook as people talked happily, but (YN) found herself without a place to sit until she decided to crash on Liam's lap.

Ray smiled as he walked over to them. “Hey, how’d the first show go?”

“Amazing!” Liam grinned.

“So amazing, but you guys, holy shit!” (YN) gushed. “I suppose when you’ve played together for so long you don’t just lose that, even after a break.”

"That’s true,” Ray nodded. “How long have you been a band?”

“About ten years,” (YN) replied. “We talked about it in high school, but neither of us could play an instrument, and life was so hard back then. We couldn’t get our shit together until after he graduated from college. It's only really been in the last few years we've been able to find some success with it.”

“So are you two together?" Ray asked, looking between the pair.

"Oh nooo," (YN) laughed. "Liam's practically my brother."

"And I'm gay," Liam interjected.

"And there's that," (YN) nodded.

“Well you guys have a real dynamic that works,” Ray shrugged. The way he treated them as if they were equals to everyone else on the tour was exactly the confidence boost (YN) needed as the tour got started.

The next few days of the tour were very much the same. Rolling into town, hurry up and wait, getting to know the guys in the other bands, and then finally getting on stage. After signing for fans, (YN) would rush backstage to watch MCR perform, and after that everyone would gather again until it was time to load back into the busses to the next town.

Each day was a little less nerve-wracking than the last and (YN) finally felt like she was coming out of her shell. She’d hoped that Rebecca would be her right-hand woman, since there were so few other women out on the tour, but Rebecca had been heading straight to the busses after the shows, instead of hanging out with everyone else.

“Do you have any idea what’s up with Becs?” (YN) asked the other two members of the band after their soundcheck.

“Nope,” Jake replied quickly before heading back behind his kit again.

“Just go talk to her,” Liam suggested.

(YN) grumbled before nodding and heading back to the dressing room. “Hey Becs!” (YN) said as chipperly as she could muster. “Are you gonna hang with us after the show tonight? I miss hanging out with you, and the guys are all super fun to talk to.”

“I dunno, maybe,” she replied, but (YN) couldn’t get a read on her mood.

“What are you gonna wear tonight? I was thinking my Mikey Fuckin Way shirt that I cropped,” (YN) said turning to their wardrobe rack.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Rebecca said before quickly turning and almost running out of the room. Moments later Liam came in.

“What the hell was that about?”

“I have no idea dude, I tried though, I really did.”

Despite the weirdness between Rebecca and the rest of the band, the show went well. (YN) again ducked out early from their signing to catch the MCR show from her favorite spot at the side of the stage. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was imagining things, but it seemed like whenever Gerard looked her way, he’d always smile just at her.

“Still enjoying the show?” Gerard asked when he came off stage before their encore.

“I’ve got years of not seeing you guys live to catch up on, I’m never gonna get sick of it,” she laughed.

Gerard nodded. “I caught your show tonight, you guys are really killin it.”

(YN) could have sworn her soul left her body for a moment. “R-really?”

“Yea, I really-”

“Gee, we’re back on,” Ray said tapping him on the shoulder.

(YN) waved him off as he went back on stage and the crowd roared again. She tried to keep from screaming herself, but for an entirely different reason.

At the end of the show, everyone convened as usual for the post-show celebration. (YN) was glad to find that Rebecca had joined the group, even if she was mostly just talking to Jake. She had meant to talk to her, but got pulled into a conversation with Adam instead.

“Ok, but can you teach me to swing the mic like you do and not kill someone?” (YN) asked with a laugh.

“Sure thing, how ‘bout after your sound check tomorrow?” Adam offered.

“Perfect, can’t wait!” (YN) grinned, but in the corner Rebecca was rolling her eyes.

From the other side of the room Mikey was trying to talk to Gerard, but he was noticeably distracted. Following his brother’s line of sight, realized Gerard was watching (YN)’s animated conversation with Adam. He bumped his shoulder into Gerard’s.

“You really are into (YN) aren’t you?” Mikey asked with a knowing smile and Gerard just shrugged dejectedly. “Why don’t you just ask her out or something?”

“I can’t,” Gerard replied.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because why? Why? What good reason do you have?” Mikey argued.

“Because I’m older than her, because I don’t want her to feel obligated to spend time with me just because we’re on this tour together. Because I’m not… I’m not the Gerard Way I used to be.”

"What the fuck does that mean?" Mikey asked sternly.

"I know I'm not a sexy rock star anymore, I'm a divorced dad with grey in his hair and," he sighed. "You know what I mean."

"Gee, you know you're in a better place now in so many ways than you were before. Stop talking yourself out of it.”

Gerard just grumbled in response. He knew his brother was right, he was better off now than he was ten years ago, worlds better than he was even longer ago than that. But he couldn’t help but worry that (YN) wouldn’t be interested in him. At least not the current version of him.

But that didn’t change how he felt about her

The next stop on the tour was Riot Fest, but Garden of Woe would not actually be opening for My Chem and Taking Back Sunday. They had been relegated to one of the smaller side stages earlier in the day. (YN) and Liam were hanging out on the curb outside their bus in the warm, mid September Chicago air when Frank and Gerard came by.

“Hey, when are you guys on today?” Frank asked.

“At 4:30, why?” Liam answered

Frank climbed in between the two and pulled out his phone. “Gerard is always talking about how awesome your show is, so I was gonna promote you guys.”

(YN) looked up at Gerard who smiled shyly. “Well Gerard, why don’t you get in on this too then,” she smiled.

“Sure,” he nodded and sat down next to her as Liam took Frank’s phone and held it out so he could get everyone in the shot.

“Hey guys, we’re at Riot Fest, and before we play tonight, you gotta go check out our friends Garden of Woe," Frank said to the camera.

“4:30 on the Riot Stage,” (YN) added, flashing a peace sign before Liam finished recording. “Thanks guys, we really appreciate it. I don’t know how many people would be stopping by our set without the promo.”

“Well they should be, like I said before, you’re amazing,” Gerard replied as (YN) looked over at him with a soft smile. Over (YN)’s shoulder, Liam and Frank were exchanging knowing looks.

Hours later the band was waiting off stage, a few minutes before they were due to go on for their set.

“Holy shit, I didn’t expect the crowd this big,” Jake said after peaking out.

“I guess Frank’s post worked,” Liam shrugged.

“What post?” Rebecca asked.

“This one,” (YN) replied, pulling out her phone and pulling up the post she’d bookmarked. She let the video play, smiling happily at the four of them on the screen.

“Look at you all cozy with My Chem, what a surprise,” Rebecca deadpanned.

(YN) shot her a confused look and was about to open her mouth when Liam interjected.

“Ha, look at these comments,” Liam said, snatching the phone away. “People are totally shipping you and Gerard, (YN).”

“Shut up, no they aren’t,” she replied, but could feel her cheeks burning red.

“Yea they are, look!” He said pointing them out. (YN) scrolled through and couldn’t help but feel honored that people would think that she and Gerard made a cute couple. She could only imagine what it’d really be like.

“Don’t we have a show to play?” Rebecca asked snidely, snapping her from her thoughts.

“Becs is right, come on let’s get ready.” (YN) nodded, putting her phone away.

The energy of the crowd was great, and the fans that were up front were actually singing along, which brought a smile to (YN)’s face. An even bigger smile crossed her face when she glanced at the side of the stage and saw Gerard and Frank were there watching the show too.

Part 2

#gerard way x reader #gerard way fan fic #gerard way fan fiction #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction

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iero · 3 years ago

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Between work/needing time off, money and me trying to move, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make the UK/Ireland My Chem shows I have tickets for next year and I’m crushed… This sucks.

#personal #Trying to look up refunds right now and how to get them but if I can’t… You guys will be the first to know if I just decide to sell myself.#It’s all three MK shows and the Ireland show.#Two of the MK shows are VIP standing I believe?#Yeah. If you guys are interested let me know. I sadly could really use the money…#On the bright side: Maybe this means I’ll be able to make another US show.#Trying for maybe Brooklyn or the last LA show.

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quackeroos · 5 years ago

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the parker therapy | p.parker

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Summary: (PREQUEL TO “LOCKER NOTES” . How Y/n started to have feelings for Peter.) y/n is having a bad day. peter coincidentally meets her on the rooftop and offers her a little heart-to-heart conversation about their past experiences and connect with each other.

Warnings: None

Words: 3.9k

Notes: originally posted on my wattpad account @aestheticarii. i’ll most likely post some of my other works on here soon! i’m contemplating if i should make this into a mini-series since i’ve been getting a lot a requests for part 3 of locker notes on wattpad, AO3, and tumblr. lemme know if you guys want me to make this into a mini-series! enjoy this long imagine <3

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Y/n is easily irritated. She gets irritated by a lot of things, but she was patient. She would keep it to herself and eventually, it would all go away when she finally gets to lock herself up in her room. But today wasn't one of those days that were bright and sunny, and where she could still maintain her temper. Because somehow, Liz had managed to rattle her so early in the morning.

Y/n disliked being around her cousin. The reason would either be because of her popularity or the fact that they are related. Or maybe it was both? Y/n after all, hated the fact that she too was popular in Midtown High. After transferring to Midtown for high school, Y/n was immediately pulled to her cousin's friend group, instantly gaining more friends than she had planned. Not only friends, but everyone knew her name.

It all started when her first class rolled in. She was already bombarded by a dozen of questions by her other members in the homecoming committee: Should the banner be this big? How much should we be selling the tickets? Are we really gonna push through with the 80s theme? God, it was too much to handle at 8 in the morning! They were like mosquitoes circling around her, buzzing constantly in her ear.

In Physical Education, Flash was hitting on her. Well, trying to hit on her. The guy was a hopeless case. He never gives up. He was always asking her out every other day, or whenever a recent girlfriend of his would break up with him. It was getting annoying, but Y/n was starting to get used to it. Flash was a coward when it came to authority figures, so Y/n used that to her advantage, being part of the student government and all.

Next was Chemistry. Last week's exam had been given out, and she was proud to see the number 97 written in red. But her pride soon diminished after Mr. Nelson announced the student with the highest score, and it was definitely not her. Peter Parker; the kid she envied. She knew Peter since last year from the same class, he seated behind her during Chem. Liz also mentioned him a couple of times; how she thinks the boy has a crush on her. He did though. Y/n wasn't blind, she caught him staring their way countless of times whenever she walked with her cousin.

Pathetic, she thought.

Now that's another thing why she disliked the Parker boy. He's one of Liz' puppy dog admirers. Everyone in the school practically worships her. Sooner or later he was gonna ask her to give him a boost — wouldn't be the first time anyway.

God, how she wished high school was over. Then she could move upstate, away from Liz and her weird Uncle.

It was during lunch time Y/n had the last straw. She decided to sit alone, work on a few of her notes, and finish planning the decorations for homecoming. But that was until Flash Thompson, Betty Brant, Liz and her other friends take the unoccupied seats at her table. "Thank for saving us a seat Cuz!" the tanned girl greeted, setting down her lunch tray as she takes the seat beside her. Soon, the whole homecoming committee was soon crowding at her table. It irked her that a number of people were inside her personal bubble, and so Y/n raised her attention towards Liz, not putting on any filter with what she has to say.

"What are you doing here?" she seethed out.

"All the tables are taken and we noticed you were sitting alone. We figured we'd accompany you." She smiled sweetly.

"I'm perfectly fine being alone, Liz. And aren't you supposed to be having a meeting about the materials?

"We already finished that when the sub didn't show up for English." she replied nonchalantly whilst eating the lunch she had bought.

She was about to dismiss the topic and continue with her lunch, but something caught her eye. "Is that my skirt?" pointing towards the piece of clothing Liz was wearing. Her eyes directed towards the skirt and chewed on her food.

"Oh yeah, about that, I found it in my closet. Mom must've mixed up our clothes while doing the laundry. Sorry for not telling you earlier. I couldn't find anything to match the top."

"I've been looking for those for ages. You could've told me you had it for some time now!" she whisper shouted, not wanting to attract the attention of her peers, Liz' peers rather. It was between them after all. But unfortunately they did, and the chatter died down, attention now directed towards the two.

"I don't really see the point of this argument, Y/n. We use to share everything when we were kids, what changed now?"

"Exactly, we were kids. We're teens now so there's a difference. And the fact that you didn't even bother to tell me you had it the whole time?"

"Why are you getting so worked up by a skirt? If you have some kind of grudge against me, just say it."

Everyone in the cafeteria was quiet, all eyes on them. Y/n could already feel their stares lingering on her, waiting for her reply. She was starting to become small under the judgmental and silent whispers the students gave her. It was starting to feel like middle school all over again for Y/n. Without even realizing she raised her tone at them. "Mind your own business!" and their eyes soon tore away from them, except for those who were at the table. Liz' friends continued their discussion, though it was obvious they were eavesdropping while silently murmuring to each other.

"Just because you and your parents are the only relatives I have left, doesn't mean I always have to confide in you." Y/n simply stated turning to fix her things and leave immediately. Before she could even leave the table Flash called out to her.

"Do you mind lending your notes for me? I have a test for history soon."

Eyes twitching, it was at that moment Y/n could've sworn she exploded right then and there. The audacity of this boy! Y/n could practically murder him right now. Was he asking for it or demanding? It sounded like the latter to her.

"Take down your own goddamn notes, Thompson!" she snapped before pushing through the doors.

Y/n walked briskly, in search for the place where she could find solace. Lucky for her, the stairway to the rooftop was unlocked. She sets down her bag beside the door and walks towards the edge, taking a seat and hanging her legs. The wind blows softly as the clouds cover the sun, giving her a perfect shade. A gentle breeze caresses her face and it tickled her a bit.

New York was beautiful up there. The outstretched view of Midtown's field spread towards the buildings and skyscrapers were enough for her to feel at peace. This might be her next favorite spot besides the library. The serene moment was short lived when the doors bursts open and slammed shut. Y/n jumped in her seat, her heart pounding as she almost slipped. She whipped her head back to the presence, ready to scream at them.

She finds the familiar face of Peter Parker, his back leaning against the door, panting and sweating. He had his backpack slung around his shoulder and in his hand a sandwich and a carton of milk. It was an odd sight for her to see Peter distressed. But her anger still remained when she addressed to him. "What are you doing here?"

Peter looked up, meeting the eyes of an annoyed girl. He was already familiar with her. How could Peter not? Almost everyone at school knows her because of Liz. Not only that, but from the scene earlier at lunch, he was pretty sure she was now the gossip in every classroom.

"Hey! Earth to human, I asked you a question, sir." She said, sass in her tone.

"Oh-uhm... I was running away from Flash." He said through heavy breaths.

"Why were you running away from Flash?"

"He was asking me for notes for the History test. And I told him No. I think what made him even more angry was when I told him to... take your advice."

Y/n's expression changed to disbelief. That was the first time she heard something unlike Flash. She knew fully well that Flash was the type to bully people because of his insecurities — Parker being his main victim, of course. But to her, he was nothing more than a scared chick. She was silent and still before turning back to face the view, not wanting to engage more in conversation with Peter.

Unnoticed, he silently takes his place a few feet away from her. His backpack placed behind him as he takes a sip from his carton of milk. The girl ignored his presence. Back to the way she was before, admiring the view in front of her. Though there wasn't much to see. He preferred swinging through the buildings and soaring through the sky. Now that's a much better view if he were to be honest.

Attempting to make small talk, Peter placed his sandwich between them and pushed it towards her side. She flinched at the sight of a little sandwich coming towards her, bumping her side. Y/n looked at him with a confused expression. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You take a selfie with it."

The girl furrowed her eyebrows, looking even more confused, not getting the joke at all. Peter could already feel the embarrassment rising within himself. He coughs awkwardly placing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "I-I don't know why I said that. Uh-I just thought that maybe you were hungry? You didn't get to finish your lunch after all."

"I'm fine." She dismissed bitterly. Y/n didn't want to receive a pity sandwich, not when she was perfectly trying to compose herself and feel the peace around her. But to her dismay, her body seems to have a mind on it's own. A low grumble came from her stomach, and Y/n could feel the growing smirk from the boy beside her.

"It seems to me that your body disagrees with you." He teasingly remarked.

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Whatever." and takes the sandwich, unwrapping it and munching on the simple snack. They sat again in silence and Peter spoke again, this one taking Y/n aback.

"You don't always have to keep it in, you know? It's better to talk things out with someone than leaving it unresolved."

She swallowed her food before speaking, "Excuse me?"

"I meant about the fight earlier. If you have some problems, you should talk about it to someone. Just to clear your head, you know? It also takes off that heavy feeling in your chest."

"Thanks for the advice, but I don't open up to people."

"Then maybe get a therapist, a counselor, or something."

"Yeah, as if I have that kind of money? No thank you."

"How about me?"

Y/n whipped her head towards him, "What about you?" her eyes narrowed at him.

Peter swallowed his anxiety, her eyes were making him feel nervous. It was so fierce and he feel like he was going to get pierced because of it. "Talk to me... about it?" it came out more as question rather than a suggestion. Y/n looked at him incredulously and soon giggling at the idea.

"You wanna be my therapist?"

Peter shrugged, "I don't see why not? I mean — I'm not exactly licensed, But I'm a pretty good listener so I think I'm qualified for the job."

"Nice try. But I'm not gonna talk about my feelings to a classmate who barely knows me."

"But I'm not your classmate. I'm-" He holds up his finger and turns to shuffle for something in his bag. Finding what he needed, Peter takes it and places it on the bridge of his nose, and using his marker, drawing a simple moustache on his upper lip. "Dr. Parker from Counselling."

Y/n bursts out an obnoxious laugh. She couldn't keep it in, Parker looked ridiculously stupid. She held onto the ledge to keep herself from falling. She thought, That it would be a shame if the school found out how she died: falling to her death caused by idiotic humor of a teenage boy. That wouldn't look good on paper.

"You look stupid! I'm not doing this at all, this is ridiculous!"

"Don't judge my counselling session if you haven't tried it yet, Toomes. C'mon, it's not that bad opening up to someone."

"Last time I did, my life turned to hell. Trust me, opening up will do you no good." She pulled her knees up, ready to leave. What good will it do for her if she opened up to him anyway? Her middle school life became hell because of trusting others about her feelings.

Just as she was about to stand, Peter held her wrist. "If you're scared of people finding out the things you've been keeping to yourself for so long," he slowly shakes his head. "Don't be. Every therapist and counsellor practice the act of privacy. I'm also not gonna judge you, 'coz if anything, this a free space. I want you to be comfortable with what you open up to me."

"And why do you think it's better for me to open up to you?"

"I heard that sometimes, it's better opening up to strangers. It's like there's less risk, opening up to someone who doesn't know you."

This silenced her for a moment, only staring at him deep in thought. She takes her place back beside him, smirking at the open field before meeting his eyes again. "But we aren't exactly strangers now, are we? You're a guy who goes to my class, and I'm a girl who's in yours."

"And that's all there is to it."

She stayed silent once again, not looking at him after he spoke. Peter wondered what is it that she was so deep in thought about? Was it about what he said or something else? If Peter had the chance to obtain another superpower, it would probably be telekinesis. Maybe then he could read her thoughts. He doesn't know why, but Peter was so attracted and curious to what was running inside her head every time he saw her listening intently during class and now, looking forward at the city.

"My parents died five years ago."

Peter looked up from his hands. He was not expecting that at all, nor did he expect the sudden act of opening up. Y/n doesn't look to be fazed at all. She still trained her eyes ahead and would play with the ring on her finger; removing it from its place then placing it back.

"We were driving back home after eating at this pizza place for my birthday. Then those aliens came and started attacking the city. Dad was fleeing us away from the fight. We were driving to a nearby building where we could hide when... it happened. I don't remember much but when I woke up, I saw my parents both dead and stuck under the wrecked half of our car. Iron Man got me out when he saw me under the rubble. He took me to a building and told me to hide with the other civilians. I wanted to thank him that day but I was too traumatized to even speak.

"After the funeral, Uncle Adrian took me under his wing, and started raising me as his own. Liz and I used to share the same room, which made us close. She help me get through my grief and made me feel comfortable in my new home. We were so close... Until we weren't."

Her eyes looked at the ring sorrowfully. All sentimental value held inside it, and Peter could tell she would die if it were get lost. "What changed?" he asked softly.

Y/n sighs. "By the time Liz got to high school, I was left alone in middle school. I barely got to see her at home because of all of her extra-curricular activities and new friends. I was all by myself. A lot of things happened to me during those times. And just when I got used to all of it, she comes and goes back to the way how things were before, like nothing happened.

"When I transferred to Midtown for high school, I didn't really plan on being like this. Liz started pushing me to these different school activities and introducing me to her friends, insisting that I must go wherever they go. Go shopping with them, to a cafe, study group, movie night. Yes I'll admit, they were fun, but not once did I feel comfortable under my own skin. It felt like I was living another person's life, and to be honest?"

Her head turned towards him with a sad smile on her face. "I don't even know who I am anymore. Because the last time I felt me was five years ago."

Peter felt the same. Between his superhero alter ego and him, he wasn't sure which one was the real him? Was Peter Parker either of the two identities or both in one body? And dead parents, he understood how she felt about it. He had gone through the grief too, so he knew what it felt like, to lose someone at an early age. Twice.

"I know how it feels. Losing your parents at a young age, struggling with your identity." He mumbled the last words so she wouldn't catch what he said. When she turned to look at him, Y/n could see the same expression she wore earlier, he was mirroring it. "My parent's died at a plane crash. I was five at that time. I don't remember much about them but Aunt May and Uncle Ben told me stories about them and show me their pictures. Then my Uncle died about a year ago."

The weight of their conversations dawned upon them as they sat silently beside each other. Peter could tell Y/n wanted to say something. He could hear her heart pounding faster and she kept on biting her lip, contemplating on what to say. Peter would be lying if he told himself that what she was doing was unattractive- because it actually is. The teen could feel his face heat up and his stomach felt funny. He brushed off the feeling, it was only temporary after all.

It should be temporary.

He cleared his throat to catch her attention before speaking again. "Finding yourself is hard. You said, the last time you truly felt like yourself was five years ago with your parents, right? Well then, maybe you just need to find those kinds of people again in your life. Someone who will make you feel you. Someone you feel comfortable being around with and don't feel apologetic for doing so. You don't always have to do what they say if you don't want to. Maybe Liz thought she was doing the right thing because she was trying to be a good cousin. Talk to her about it, maybe then you could find peace."

Y/n's mind processed his advice. And without even realizing, the corners of her mouth turned upward into a genuine smile, followed by a soft giggle. The sound caught Peter off guard — it was the first time he was hearing it. "You know, for a quiet nerd in my Chemistry class, you have some wise words in that brain of yours. Who knew you were also a life-guru?"

"I get some from my aunt and my best friend. Their words of wisdom rubbed off on me, I guess." he shrugged.

"Yeah well, it worked. I guess Parker Therapy isn't so bad after all."

" 'Parker Therapy'? "

"I'm not gonna call it a counseling session 'coz that's just too bland. And besides, it has a nice ring to it, right?"

"Yeah, it does."

The two teens mirrored each other's grins and seemed to be staring for at least a whole minute. The moment the bell had rung, they tore their eyes away from each other and awkwardly look towards their opposite sides.

"I should-uhm I should go. Mr. Harrington will kill me if I show up late for decathlon practice."

"R-Right, yeah. Liz mentioned it before— nationals. Uhm- good luck? I guess." Y/n's nerves were killing her. Why would she even be nervous? The same thing could be said about Peter, he was also a stuttering mess. The two stood up at the same time, and just as she was about to step down, Y/n lost her footing and started to lean backwards. And just as she thought she was going to fall, a hand caught her small back and the other held her waist.

Peter had caught her just in time.

They were close. Too close for Y/n's liking. But the rapid beating of her heart told her otherwise. Peter could hear it in his ears, but he wasn't sure if it was his heart or hers. But he could still recognize her familiar beats just behind the loud thumping of his. A blush made it's way on her cheeks when she noticed that she was gripping on his bicep, which was surprisingly big, given his shy and awkward demeanor. Peter stood her upright and held her hand until she was back down on safer ground.

"I'm g-gonna go now. Don't you have class soon?" Peter asked, masking his uneasiness and the blush that was creeping up on his cheeks by scratching his nape.

"Uh-yeah, yeah I do. I think I'm just gonna stay here for a while though. You know, to take a breather. The teachers won't even notice I'm gone. They'll think I'm busy organizing for homecoming. So yeah... I have immunity."

The two giggle again, and Peter smiled. "Lucky you."

"Yeah, lucky me~" she cheered.

The air was silent again, and neither of them wanted to go. The two stood and the door, and Y/n swayed back and forth to maintain her sanity and calm her nerves.

"I won't tell anyone about what we talked about, so you're secret's safe with me. But you should really talk to Liz about those things." Y/n only nodded at him and bit her lip, then turning into a tight-lipped smile.

Peter mirrored her action, "I'll see you around Chem. If you ever need another Parker Therapy, Dr. Parker is always open." she giggled once again. Peter pulled the door open and craned his neck back to look at her. "Don't be a stranger, Stranger."

Y/n rolled her eyes at the newfound nickname. "I'll see you around, Stranger."

And with that, Peter left the rooftop, taking one last glance at her before he closed the door. When the door shut, Y/n back against the flat surface and lets out a breath she didn't knew she was holding. She placed a hand on her chest and felt the fast pace of her heart, her cheeks warm, and butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach. Y/n was unfamiliar with this feeling, and the feeling only occurred to her twice in her fifteen years of living. The first, when she was in Third Grade with a kid named Noah Tucker, and the second, today. Realization dawned upon Y/n, and she couldn't help but mutter curses at herself.

She was starting to have feelings for Peter Parker.

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chaos-and-recover · 5 years ago

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Let’s all hug it out and not stress about getting tickets tomorrow

Hi! I know we’re all hype as hell about My Chem being back and also anxious as fuck about the North American tour going on sale tomorrow, but let me tell you a few things, based on two decades of buying concert tickets and 14 years of selling them, including 4 at one of the arenas they’re playing on this tour.

1. There are no presales*, and that’s great for us.

Most tours these days have at least a fanclub presale, some have fanclub and LiveNation and Facebook and credit card restricted (think Amex Front-Of-The-Line or Citi card) like 4 different radio station presales. Each of these presales has an allotment of tickets, which takes away from what’s actually available by the public onsale. They also create more stress for us, and usually aren’t even all that exclusive if you know ANYTHING about the band (the passwords are so, so often just the name of the latest album or the name of their biggest song, try it for your favourite band next time, you’ll be surprised how often it works). But there aren’t any* for MCR! And that’s excellent! We’re looking at full capacities (minus various contractual holds) being available starting tomorrow.

*Not including PSL offers for certain season seat holders for whichever NHL or NBA team plays in that venue. Mine offers some premium season seat owners to purchase their seats for concerts ahead of the general public, but only premium seats, and only some, based on their season ticket contract and whether that’s grandfathered into it.

2. It won’t sell out immediately. They’ll tell you it will. Don’t believe it.

Tomorrow, once you’re in Ticketmaster and have gone through the queue, you might get a page that tells you there are no tickets available. Do not exit Ticketmaster. Refresh the page! Once you’re through the queue, you will actually have a certain number of re-directs you’re allowed before you’re kicked back into the line. No tickets available do not mean they’ve all sold, it means a) there’s a problem with the site (lol) or b) they’re all in other people’s carts. Not all of those people will complete their sales. Cards get rejected. People forget passwords (for the love of GOD log into your TM account before you do ANYTHING. Make sure your card info is up to date and that you have enough money on it. Save yourself the disappointment). Carts timeout and systems crash. Sucks for those people! Now their tickets are back out there for you.

The radio and news and social media is all gonna say “Sold out in 3 minutes!” This is a bold-faced lie. I recently bought tickets during a presale after spending about 5 minutes in the queue, completing my sale 10 minutes after the presale opened, and then hearing for DAYS about how the presale sold out in 90 seconds. Obviously the fuck it didn’t.

Speaking of the queue, I can only imagine you’re gonna get stuck in one tomorrow. If you don’t buy a lot of tickets or haven’t bought a ticket to a high-traffic show in a minute, you might not know what the queue is. It’s a virtual system for managing traffic to the Ticketmaster site so their servers aren’t overloaded. If you click Buy Tickets before noon, you’ll get sent to a virtual waiting room. At noon, the queue will open and you’ll be randomly assigned a place in line -- it literally doesn’t matter when you join the waiting room. You could get there at 11:59 and end up closer to the front of the line than someone who went on as soon as the waiting room opened (usually 1/2-1hr before on-sale). Don’t stress about it.

3. Don’t panic and fuck up your purchase

If you get tickets you want, you have like 10 minutes to complete your purchase. Doesn’t sound like a lot but, honestly, it is. Just go slow. Make sure you fill everything out properly. Better yet, if you have credit card information saved on your TM account, it’s even faster. Keep an eye on that lil clock in the corner, but take your time.

And don’t waste your money protecting your purchase, it’s almost impossible to get a refund through that if you can’t go, don’t bother. Just sell your tickets.

4. On that note, don’t buy third party

It’s possible that I’m wrong and it’ll sell out (or appear to sell out) in a matter of minutes. Don’t go running to Stubhub or Seatgeek or Viagogo or wherever else the kids are buying tickets these days. Your seats are not guaranteed. They aren’t ‘yours.’ You might get turned away at the venue because someone else came with the same tickets and already went inside, or the owner transferred them to someone else after you bought them and now yours aren’t valid. Usually, when you buy a concert ticket on a third party site, what you’re getting is a PDF that the original owner downloaded and then posted. They still have full control over the ticket and they can do that as many times as they want, or transfer it out of their account. Whoever’s name is on the account in the primary ticketing system is who owns that ticket. It won’t matter to the venue staff how much you spent or where you got it. If your name isn’t on the account they can see, they can’t help you.

You’re also gonna be paying exorbitant markups, and I very much do not recommend that. Every few years someone tries to find a way to keep scalpers from getting tickets, and it never works. The only way to stop ticket brokers and resellers is if people just stop fuckin buying from them. So don’t do it.

But if you must go third-party, insist that the seller transfers the ticket to you through Ticketmaster (or LiveNation). Do not buy from some rando on Facebook or whatever who won’t transfer it. On that note, be skeptical of randos on social media selling tickets because they “can’t go.” Check event pages for other dates, or other events in your area. I guarantee you’ll find the same names offering tickets for sale because they can’t go. Don’t buy from them.

Buy Verified Resale through Ticketmaster if you have to, but because then the ticket is transferred to you and you’re protected (you can still get turned away if the original account was flagged for fraud, but you’ll get your money back). You’ll still be paying absurd markups plus higher-than-normal Ticketmaster fees. Don’t let ‘em get you twice.

5. Be patient. “Sold out” never means sold out.

Here’s a tip that’ll come in handy for every show you go to for the rest of your life: We, as box office staff, can almost never use the phrase “sold out.” We’ll tell you there are no tickets available, but not that it’s sold out. Because it isn’t. So if you can’t get tickets tomorrow, or even just can’t get seats you’re happy with, don’t run to the third parties. Just relax, be patient, be happy for your friends who did get tickets, and then bide your time.

Tickets, sometimes entire sections worth of them, are held back from sale all the time. Some of those are for guest list, radio contests, promotions, and whatever else. If they’re not used, they’ll go up for sale, because why not get the butts in the seats? There are also production kills that are held back until the tour actually goes into production, sometimes right up until load-in when the roadies start building the set and then the promoter realizes, oh shit, that section right on the side there? It’s not actually blocked! It’s got a killer view! Let’s sell those seats!

I’ve scored some of the best seats I’ve ever had at big shows the day before.

They’re always really conservative about what gets put up for sale because it’s easier to sell them later than to find relocations for seats you sold and then realized they’re obstructed (ask me about the nightmare that was Maroon 5′s last tour some time (:)

Artist tickets probably won’t get released until, like, an hour before gates open, and I’d be surprised if many shows had any left since everyone and their uncle will come crawling out of the woodwork asking for tickets, but you never know.

tl;dr, don’t get too worked up over the on-sale tomorrow. Be patient. Be calm. We’ll get through this together, and we’ll all be able to see My Chem without lining the pockets of rich-ass ticket brokers.

#lining the pockets of LN/TM is another matter #one I don't have a solution to unfortunately #my chemical romance #mcr #mcrxx

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pxrxmoore · 4 years ago

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You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

Rules: Hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs then tag 10 people. No skipping!

i was tagged by: @redrattlers and @rebelwith0utacause 🥰 i did this the other day but listen, here i am again 😌 and im gonna put my fave lyrics again too 😌 this is from my “💛” playlist

How To Make A Heart Hollow - Sparks The Rescue (oh man some of my fave lyrics ever) ~ “let it go darling, if your kite gets tangled in the wires let it grow in the garden, you guard it with your life, let it show darling, only time can tell if it was really love”

No Shame - 5SOS ~ “when you’re craving something sweeter than the words I left in your mouth”

Bipolar Baby - Forever The Sickest Kids ~ “time's slipping away, gotta pick up the pace, like she's running a race and I'm left behind”

Take Cover - All Time Low ~ “nobody's gonna believe when you say you're turning the page, cause you never put up a real fight, so shut up and make it right”

Beside You - 5SOS ~ “when we both wake up underneath the same sun, time stops I wish that I could rewind, so close but so far away”

Helena - My Chem ~ listen i was ROBBED of seeing this live this year and screaming these lyrics out and i’ll never be over it “what's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay, so long and goodnight”

Eyelash Wishes - All American Rejects ~ “the world still turns, what makes sense? Stretch this song to a fever cadence”

Get Up - Mayday Parade ~ “I spill my heart from coast to coast, fall in love with everyone I know, sometimes it isn't where you're going it's who you're with”

Fireworks - YMA6 ~ fuck this whole song is just 💔 “we had a good run and I'm setting you free to do as you want, to do as you please, without me” / “remember when you were my boat and I was your sea? Together we'd float so delicately, but that was back when we could talk about anything” / “I'll say your name and in the same breath I'll say something that I'll grow to regret”

Heels Over Head - Boys Like Girls ~ “I got a first class ticket to a night all alone and a front row seat up right by the phone, cause you're always on my mind”

Brighter - Paramore ~ my fave song possibly ever 😭 “if it ends today, well I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone” / “if you ran away I'd still wave goodbye watching you shine bright”

Jamie All Over - Mayday Parade ~ “sunsets never were so bright and the skies never so blue, you opened up into my arms and we laughed as I held you, I'll never go back to Georgia, not at least til I have to”

American Candy - The Maine ~ “try to think back to a time when you loved what you loved because you loved it, before the sugar and all the sweetness filled up your lungs now, it's all you breath in”

Call Your Name - Daughtry ~ “complicated situations are the makings of all that's wrong and I've been standing in the river of deliverance way too long”

Bubble Wrap - McFly ~ “I'm a little dazed and confused, life's a bitch and so are you, all my days have turned into nights”

Winter - Joshua Radin ~ OUCH 💔 “the walk has all been cleared by now, your voice is all I hear somehow, calling out winter, your voice is the splinter inside me”

Down - Blink-182 ~ “tidal waves, they rip right through me, tears from eyes worn cold and sad, pick me up now, I need you so bad”

Bruised - Jack’s Mannequin ~ “now every word of every song I ever heard that made me wanna stay is what's playing through the in-flight radio”

Matters At All - Kids in Glass Houses ~ “you're a throwback to forever in your denim jeans and leather” / “as you passed out as a heart throb, when you woke up in a day job”

If You Ever Come Back - The Script ~ “if you're standing with your suitcase but you can't step on the train, everything's the way that you left it, I still haven't slept yet” / “by leaving my door open I'm risking everything I own, there's nothing I can lose in a break-in that you haven't taken”

i feel like everyone’s done this now lmaooo so if u wanna just say i tagged u! 🥰

#my fave lyrics aka the Most Emo of Feelings #bless if u read all this LMAO how pretentious of me tbqh #tagged

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missnxthingg · 5 years ago

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Do Me A Favour | T.H.

A/N: So I was listening to Arctic Monkeys during a road trip a couple of weeks ago and I got much inspiration out of their songs, and since I got back I started to work a little bit on this. It’s one of my favourite songs in the whole world and I just wanted to post something with it. And unfortunately my vacations are over and I have to write in classes (I really hate chem, so I hide myself in the back and write a little bit). Also, I’m posting this now to get our minds off the fact that Spiderman is being removed from MCU, and I’m so heartbroken because Spidey has been my favourite hero since I was a little girl and Tobey used to play him.

Song: Do Me A Favour - Arctic Monkeys

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary (Important to know a bit more of what will be written below): Tom is always traveling, which means he’s never home to be with his girlfriend, and she held for a very long time to go to Paris and study gastronomy, which has always been her dream. Until one day she decided to go and it was too hard to let her go.

Warnings: Angst and a lot of crying. Also swearing.

Words: 2,1K

MASTERLIST

Well the mourning was complete

When there was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat

Several hours or several weeks

I’d have the cheek to say they’re equally as bleak

He just sat there in front of his steering wheel, car parked in the middle of an almost empty parking lot, not being able to start the car or even to see what was in front of him. Blurry vision caused by his tears, blinding the way. It was like he had no strength to start the car and get home to seek for something to comfort him. The thing that would help him was also the reason why he is crying. The rain outside wasn’t helping his mood, making it ten times worse than it was supposed to be. His heart was broken and he doesn’t think it can easily be fixed, or even fixed at all. The love of his life was now gone to another country, to pursue her dreams for once. Since the two of you met, she used to talk about how much she wanted to study gastronomy in Paris, just like her grandmother. It was her dream, but for many years she postponed the opportunity to stay in London, just to be with Tom, her long time best friend and boyfriend. He always had the dream to become a famous actor, and well, he did it, which means he was always away, for too long if she got to say. And after a couple of years waiting for him to come back home and spend some more time with her, she gave up and decided that if he got the chance to pursue his dream, damn she can do it too. And she did it, which led them to a huge discussion.

“What am I supposed to do without you here, (Y/N)?” Tom asked angrily.

“I don’t know, maybe wait, like I always do to you.”

“Is this about me?”

“No Thomas, not everything is about you! I have my own life, you know. I wanna have something for myself for once.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “But I don’t have to go, if you really want me to stay.”

“No, you need to go.” He said, more calm. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down a bit more. “It’s your dream (Y/N), and you should go after it.”

It’s the beginning of the end

The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend

Ask anyone, they’ll tell you that it’s these times that it tends

To start to break in half, to start to fall apart

Hold on to your heart

That discussion kept coming back to his mind. If he hadn’t been so selfish maybe it wouldn’t have hurt her so much to leave, but he knew that he fucked up in that moment. And the image of her leaving kept replaying in his head, like the worst nightmare that came true. He has been there for almost an hour, crying loudly and alone. And so when he saw he couldn’t calm himself down at that moment, he started the car and began driving. Slowly he controlled his breath and that made him calm down. Soon, the train station couldn’t be seen in plain sight anymore and he knew he was driving away from his feeling somehow. His heart was breaking for leaving her behind, for not going after her. He couldn’t, she had to do it alone. He knew the day was coming, the day she would leave, and he tried to prepare himself, but the wasn’t able to do it, and he never will.

And me a favour and break my nose

Or do me a favour and tell me to go away

Do me a favour and stop asking questions

He made her really upset these past few days, and she made him too, but he got the feeling that he was the only and exclusive one guilty about all of this. The truth is that he wasn’t happy to see her go, even though he told everyone he was. Tom was proud, of course he was, his baby girl got an amazing opportunity, but he could never say he was happy, because it broke every single piece of him. The poor boy felt so guilty about it, and all he wanted was to shout, or maybe for her to scream at him. He figured once she went away, it you become easier, because he couldn’t stand fighting about it anymore.

“Of course I want you to go. It’s your dream, and you should do it.”

“I always got the feeling that you don’t want me to leave. But guess what Tom, it fucking hurts to see you leave too. Everytime you go to another country to shoot something, I spend almost a full week feeling empty and sad, curled up in my bed.” He sat down in her bed, head between his hands. She got down and held both of his wrists.

“I keep breaking your heart.” He said, letting the first drop roll by. “If you want to break up with me, I’ll understand it.”

“I don’t wanna break up Tommy, I want to be with you. But I don’t like you lying to be. If you don’t want me to leave, you should tell me. I can see how miserable you are in your eyes. You can’t keep lying to me, and I know for a fact you are.”

“Please, stop saying this to me. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore!” He tried to get away but you held him into a hug.

“It’s okay to not want me gone, I understand it. Just tell me, please.” She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, for being such a bad boyfriend.”

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” She got down to him and left a small peck on his lips. “We’re gonna be okay.”

She walked away while her shoes were untied

And the eyes were all red, you could see that we’d cried

And I watched and I waited ‘til she was inside

Forcing a smile and waving goodbye

So the day came, and Tom woke one last time next to (Y/N). He had calmed her down to sleep last night since she wasn’t able to stop crying. His chest was still wet when he woke up by the touch of her fingertips on his hair. He helped her close her bags and had lunch with her family and also his family. The day went by so fast and soon it was almost the end of the afternoon. She said goodbye to her mom and dad, her sister and cats. She also said goodbye to the three younger Holland brothers and Nikki and Dom. Tom felt the urgency of having to cry so fucking bad, but the held it as much as he could, she didn’t deserve to see him so sad with her leaving. He really wanted to support her and be the best boyfriend, but he just couldn’t do it. His brother Harry slipped a hand into his shoulder, trying to give him some kind of comfort, because he knew his brother was going through a rough time. After so many goodbyes, he drove her to the train station, and his hands didn’t leave her tights not even for a bit, while her hands landed softly over his, caressing it with her thumb. He carried her bags silently, just like he was slowly walking to give her away to death, helped her with her ticket and everything else, she being attached to his arm all the time. He let the luggage rest on the floor and she hugged him, burying her face on the crook of his neck, starting to cry loudly.

“Please forgive me for doing this Tommy.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, but me being the not so supportive boyfriend. I’m sorry, for everything.” He kissed the top of her head, hands running up and down her back. “This is a good fucking thing, okay? You’re going to college in Paris, it’s been your dream since a little girl.”

“I’m gonna break your heart.”

“I’ve broken yours for so many times baby girl." He held her tighter and stroked her hair slowly. "Every time I leave, every time I'm not there to support you."

"I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” And so they shared their last kiss. It was probably the most painful thing both of them had ever done. The feeling that it would be their last one for a long time would go away, and they tried to take advantage of it for a long time, salty tears mixing between the bitter taste on their mouths. He pulled away from her, holding her face between his hands. He whipped some tears away from her face. ��Don’t cry my love, you’re gonna be the greatest baker born in this world.”

“I don’t wanna lose you.” He kissed her forehead and met her gaze.

“You’re not going to. I’ve left so many times and you didn’t lose me.”

“This is different. You’d always come home, back to me. This time, I’m leaving for real.”

“Paris is so close, I can visit you all the time.” He hugged her again. “Also, I know somehow we will always come back to each other.”

“I know.” She said, so low it was almost a whisper.

“You have to go baby.” She looked right into his eyes again, giving one last kiss on his lips, one that will echo forever and somehow it would never end.

“I love you, so much Tom.”

“I love you too, don’t ever forget that, not even for a second.”

She slowly walked to the train and glanced back at him. He was forcing a smile, trying to seem happy for her, so seem strong and supportive, and she could tell it was the hardest thing he had ever done. She loved Tom and he loved her. Being away from each other is going to be the hardest thing in the world. She squinted her eyes and wiped away her tears. She was following her dream, but leaving her other one behind, crying for her.

When she walked into the train, Tom couldn’t hold it anymore, crumbling completely and bursting into tears and heart aching. Once he saw her in the window, he waved goodbye, watching the train depart and soon not being able to see it anymore, getting back to his car.

Curiosity becomes a heavy load

Too heavy to hold

Will force you to be cold

Now he was back in the car, driving home, seeking for comfort, but he knew that the comfort he was looking for was on her way to Paris. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but it was the worst feeling in the world. It was hard to drive home, with all of those tears blinding his way, but once he parked home, Sam ran out of the house and Tom crumbled in his brothers arms, not being able to stand up anymore. Sam tried to hold him while he was desperately crying.

“I lost her Sam, she’s gone.”

“I know mate, I’m sorry.” He didn’t have the guts to say otherwise, giving Tom false hopes would be worse. “She left you something, it’s upstairs in your room.”

Tom nodded and tried to start walking, but got some help from his brother. His bedroom was a mess, but still he managed to find a small photo over his bed, a single polaroid of both of them. It was from her 20th birthday, some years ago, at the beginning of their relationship. She was wearing a floral tight dress, the one Tom really used to love seeing her wearing, sitting on his lap, with him kissing her temple. He flipped it over to find a small text.

Do me a favour and ask if you need some help

She said “Do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself baby. This is for everytime you miss me. If you need help, please ask. I love you and you own my heart, forever.”

“Oh (Y/N), you’re the most special girl in this whole fucking world.” Sam hugged him, comforting him, or at least trying to. “I’m gonna need some help mate, or I’m gonna fall into the deepest depression.”

“I’m here for you, we all are. You’re not alone.”

And to tear apart the times that blind

Perhaps fuck off might be too kind

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rpf-bat · 5 years ago

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Come With Your Arms Raised

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Written for Inktober 2019, Day 4. Prompt: “Freeze”. You’re a traffic cop, doing what you do every day - pulling people over who drive recklessly. But, the driver you stopped today, is no ordinary perp - he’s Mikey Fuckin’ Way.

You took your job with the New Jersey State Police very seriously. You’d become a cop, because you wanted to protect people. You’d been a little disappointed, to be honest, when you were first assigned to the traffic division. But, you soon realized, that negligent drivers, caused accidents that left people injured every day. If you could prevent an innocent passenger from getting hurt, by pulling someone over, who was driving under the influence, or at a reckless speed - that was a good thing, right?

So, when you saw the black car flying down I-78 at 95 miles per hour, you turned on your siren, and started tailing behind it immediately.

The car pulled over without a fight. You were relieved - you didn’t really want to get into a high speed chase. You parked your patrol car and got out, planning on asking the driver for his license and registration. But, as soon as you opened your car door, the driver opened his, too.

A lanky man with hair dyed blonde, got out of the vehicle, and started running down the side of the road, away from you.

“Freeze!” you demanded, pulling your pistol from its holder. “Stay right there, and put those hands up, where I can see them!”

The man, surprisingly, complied. He stopped running, and stood in the grass, holding his skinny arms aloft.

I don’t think he’s armed, you realized, and put your own weapon back in its place. You approached him with caution, still worried that this might be some sort of trick.

“Are….are you gonna pat me down?” the man asked nervously. Something seemed oddly familiar about his voice.

“I am now,” you huffed. Why couldn’t he have just stayed in the car, like a normal person?

“Keep those hands up,” you barked, and began to pat the man’s pockets. You couldn’t feel a gun on him, or a knife, or anything like that. Just a wallet. Phew.

“Alright, you can put ‘em down,” you shrugged. “May I see your ID, please?”

“Yeah, alright,” the man acquiesced, pulling it out of the wallet, and handing it to you. You noticed immediately that his license was issued by the state of California. He’s a long way from home.

You glanced back up at him. He was just standing there, quietly. Not resisting, or shouting at you. This was a little unusual, for someone who’d just tried to bolt. The more you looked at him, the more certain you were, that you’d seen him somewhere before.

On TV, maybe? you guessed. If he was from Cali, he might be a celebrity. You’d seen a lot of young Hollywood types in the news lately, being arrested for DUIs. Should I make him do a breathalyzer?

You glanced back down at the license in your hand. Date of birth, you read, 9-20-1980. Date issued, 9-1-2013. Name: Way, Michael James.

“W-wait,” you gasped. “You’re Mikey Way!”

My Chemical Romance had been your favorite band, when you were a teenager. They had their roots right here in the Jersey scene, which you loved. But, you knew that all the members (aside from Frank Iero), had moved out to the West Coast, to pursue their career, years ago.

“You know my band?” Mikey blinked.

“Know you,” you scoffed. “Are you kidding me?! I saw you on Warped Tour, way back in 2004. It was my first concert.”

You’d been fifteen. You couldn’t believe, that ten years had passed since then, already.

“Wow,” Mikey blinked. “You were following us for a long time, then.”

“Yeah, but I heard you officially broke up, last year,” you frowned. Their last actual record release, had been four years ago. You’d bought it, but you hadn’t actually listened to it, in too long.

“We did,” Mikey frowned back. “Hey...it’s kind of cold. Do you mind if I sit back down, in my car? I promise I won’t try and drive off. If you’re going to write me a ticket, go ahead.”

Of course it was cold. It was February in New Jersey.

“Alright,” you nodded, and started walking with him, back towards his car. “What are you doing back in town, anyway?”

“I was supposed to start recording an album for my new band, Electric Century,” Mikey explained.

He’s making new music? you blinked. Wow, cool! But, I need to keep this professional. I can’t go asking for his autograph….he was still driving recklessly, and I do need to write him a ticket for that.

“But if you’re supposed to be in the studio,” you wondered, “why were you out here, driving like that? I clocked you at 30 miles over the speed limit.”

“I know,” Mikey sighed. “That was careless. I’m sorry. I’ll happily pay, however much you decide to fine me. I was just….trying to get away from my bandmate, David.”

“Get away?” you repeated. “Why?”

“Well…..,” Mikey hesitated. “He said we were going to record, but then he tried to make me….make me go to….”

Your eyes fell on something in the passenger’s seat of his car. A small, plastic baggie. And a needle. You’d arrested far too many people for possession, to not recognize what this was.

“Oh, fuck,” you swore softly. “Mikey, no.”

Mikey stood quietly behind you, his face filled with shame.

Oh, no, you thought. He had been your idol, when you were a high school kid. Now, to find him doing something like this….?

You couldn’t hide the disappointment on your face. A lot of people in Hollywood abused substances. You knew that. Hell, you’d watched the documentary, where Mikey’s brother, Gerard, admitted to abusing them himself. But, somehow, you’d still expected better from him.

“That’s why you ran from me,” you realized. “You didn’t want me to find this.”

“Are you going to take me to jail?” Mikey asked softly.

“You’re not putting up a fight,” you sighed, looking back at him. “You stopped running, when I told you to freeze. You could have gotten away, easily. Do you….want to be arrested, for this?”

“I know that what I’m doing to myself, isn’t right,” Mikey acknowledged. “I know it’s going to get me killed, if I keep it up.”

“So, why keep doing it?” you asked.

“I’ve been using narcotics, to deal with the pain I was in, for a long time,” Mikey confessed. “After My Chem broke up, I just felt….adrift. I didn’t know what I was doing with my life anymore. I guess I got depressed.”

“There are better ways to deal with depression,” you sighed, “than this.” You gestured to the paraphernalia in the car seat. You didn’t even want to look at it.

“You’re right,” Mikey frowned. “That’s exactly what David was trying to tell me. As soon as I got off the plane, he started trying to talk me into going to a rehab facility.”

“That’s why you ran away?” you guessed.

“Yeah,” Mikey nodded. “I jumped in my car and just started driving away from his house. I didn’t want to admit that he was right….that I have a problem.”

“It sounds,” you said carefully, “like you’re admitting it now.”

“But, I know, that that’s no excuse, for driving recklessly, the way that I did,” Mikey apologized. “I’m sorry, Officer.”

“You can call me Y/N, if you’d like,” you smiled.

“Are you….not going to arrest me?” Mikey blinked, confused. “I mean, I’m guilty. The stuff I’ve got on me, is something that gets you a lot more, than just a ticket.”

“If I were to take you downtown for possession, right now,” you explained, “you could be facing up to five years in prison.”

“Shit,” Mikey gasped.

“But….I don’t want to do that,” you decided, staring deep into his soulful brown eyes.

“Why?!” Mikey demanded. “Because I used to be in a band that you liked?”

“No, it’s not just that,” you shook your head. “Mikey….I can see that you know, that the direction in life that you’re going, is not good.”

“It’s awful,” Mikey admitted. “I’m not proud of what I’ve been doing in the past couple years, at all.”

“I want to give you a second chance, to turn your life around,” you offered. “Go back to David’s house. Let him check you into a rehab clinic. Stay there for as long as you need to. Get clean.”

“I should,” Mikey whispered. “I should have listened to him, from the beginning.”

He stood in the winter wind for a moment, contemplatively. You watched the breeze blow through his short hair.

“.....you’re really just going to let me go, Y/N?” Mikey asked.

“I’m going to be checking up on you,” you assured him. “If I find out that you didn’t stick with the twelve step program, and I find you out here again, with this stuff on your person….there won’t be a second chance. I’ll have to bring you in, and carry out the full extent of the law.”

“I understand,” Mikey said gratefully. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I’m going to pull myself together. I mean it. Next time you see me, I’m going to be in a much better state of mind.”

“I want to see you perform onstage with Electric Century,” you replied. “I want to see you keep shredding bass, like I know you can. So, go get well, Mikey Way. Take care of yourself.”

“When I’m….well enough, to do something like that,” Mikey promised, “I swear I’ll send you a ticket.”

You watched him get back into his car, and drive off, into the setting sun. You knew you had made the right decision. Your job was to help people - and the help he needed, wasn’t handcuffs. His music had saved your life, when you were younger. You felt peace, knowing that you may have just played some small part, in saving his.

#mikey way imagine #mikey way x reader #inktober #cops au

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spideymybucky · 6 years ago

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Make it stop

MJ x Peter Parker (Kind of) Reader x Peter Parker, Ned x Betty, Tony Stark x adopted!reader

warnings: depression, sadness, angst, betrayal.

A/N: I was bored and did this. Based on some level of my life.

Word count: 2k+

Chapter 1, Next >>>

(Y/n) hadn’t realized when the change between MJ and Peter had started. Maybe, it was the party she didn’t go to. No, she was pretty sure it was there. Peter didn’t give out to much detail but Ned had; and with the bits and pieces she heard around school, she was sure that Peter and MJ had kissed or something similar to that.

(Y/n) didn’t say anything or wanted to ask, because that would mean her best friend had betrayed her. She had already lost to many people in her life, so the best thing she could do was ignore Peter and MJ until the flirting stopped. Was it going to be hard? Yes, but she was sure she could make it, probably.

“Hey (Y/n), you’re hearing me out? Cause I really wouldn’t want to say it all again.” Ned said, leaning against her locker. She nodded and smiled at him, not really concentrating as she was overlooking at MJ’s and Peters interactions. God, please don’t let MJ fall for him. She thought to herself.

“I know. We’ve been planning this for a while now Ned. Its gonna be MJ, Betty and Me on the big room. You’ll be next door with Pete, so we; we’re all good.” She said closing my locker. MJ smiles sweetly at Peter, as he grabs some of her stuff. Ned looks at her and then turn around to see what she’s ignoring him for.

“They’ll probably get together in Europe, y’know? I really think he deserves this, after all with Liz and her dad, and well the other stuff… He deserves happiness.” (Y/n) faked a smile and nodded. The heavy, unsettling, feeling was burning through her chest and telling her how good MJ was for Peter. She was always going to be the better version of her.

“I’ll should get going, see ya later ned” She said quickly. Ned waved enthusiastically at her and left as well. She wasn’t prepared to talk to Peter or MJ, or face the reality of her feelings towards her best friends. She wanted one more day of normality, of ignorance and bliss. (Y/n) passed right through them, not acknowledging their smiles or small hand gestures. She bee lined to the bathroom and ran to the stall, closing it quickly.

Everything was changing and it was to fast. She couldn’t handle this. Sitting on the toilet, she looked at the blue doors. Her breathes were uneven, her palms sweaty and her feeling taping away. She couldn’t control her anxiety; she couldn’t control her feeling, which made everything worse. She liked her lips and tried breathing in and out. In and out. In and out. The door opened and the sound of feet cluttering in stopped her breathing. She looked down and saw black doc martins with a white and black Adidas super stars. It was MJ and Betty.

“You’re gonna tell (Y/n) about the thing?” Bettys perky voiced broke the silence.

“What thing, Betty? That he breaths and I breath?” MJ retorted back, jumping on the counter.

“No, the thing between you and Peter, like the kiss and the semi-date to Delmars…” Betty responded pushing MJ down. (Y/n) sat there hearing everything, as her heart broke little by little.

“No, it’s not like she likes him and, this is between me and Peter. No one else should be involved.” MJ responded, walking towards the door. Betty followed her but (Y/n) couldn’t hear her answer. She walked out of the stall and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t know tears were running down her face, she also didn’t know that MJ, the loyal and almighty girl, could’ve done this to her. She was stupid in trusting her. This was the last time.

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“God MJ, he’s so cute and just… hot” she said admiring Peter from afar. The way his brown hair moved as he ran through the field made her heart beat faster.

“You should stop staring, drools forming on the corner of your mouth.” MJ said, not even looking up from her book.

“You think Pete will notice me one day?” (Y/n) asked, turning her full attention to her best friend.

“He would be stupid if he didn’t.” MJ replayed with a full on smile, leaving her book down.

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(Y/n) grabbed her bag, that was left in the stall, and quickly made her way to principals office. She entered the small common area and looked at Rachel, Mr. Moritas’ secretary. She walked straight up to her and smiled, trying to get her attention.

“Oh hey, (Y/n), shouldn’t you be in class?” She said as she adjusted her glasses.

“Yes, well I’m here cause Tony just called with an emergency and wanted me to retrieve from the Europe trip.” (Y/n) said. She looked at her nails, biting the small freckles of skin leave the sides of the nails. Tony hated when she did that, beating her nails till they were raw or bleeding.

“You already did the first deposit, and they aren’t refundable. You do know that, right?” She said looking at the screen.

“Yeah, we know that and don’t, actually, mind. I just have this really important meeting the same week as Europe so…” Rachel nodded in an understanding way. She looked at her screen for a few more minutes and printed a form and handed it to her.

“You’ll have to return this signed by your parent or guardian, ok? After that you’re laid off of Europe and can go do that important event.” (Y/n) nodded and thanked her repeatedly, only stopping when she left the room.

She looked at the time, 11:50 am, if she ran for it she could still make it to Chemistry but didn’t want to. She slowly walked down the hall, mumbling to a Post Malone song, when she saw Peter and MJ slightly close to each other. MJ turned her head and instantly jumped away from Peter. She smiled at (Y/n) and walked up to her, trying to do their handshake but failing.

“Hey (Y/n), aren’t you supposed to be in Chem?” MJ asked.

“Since when do you call chemistry “Chem”? MJ shrugged and leaned away from her. She wasn’t feeling welcoming or as appreciated like other times.

“You ok?” Peter asked, sensing something off.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” (Y/n) stated walking past both of them, not really wanting to be there. She passed the school doors, leaving towards the sunny streets. (Y/n) walked through the streets of queens, deactivating her location so she wouldn’t be found. Nothing really stuck. She was going in circles until she found a subway station. She went down, paid her ticket and boarded the first train she found. The motion of going forward and back, for the first 2 hours, made her fall asleep.

“Fuck” She squealed, startled by the smack on her cane. She looked up to see a small old man, smiling widely at her.

“Well, aren’t you a beautiful young girl.” The old man stated.

“Thanks.” She smiled uncomfortably at him and looked away.

“Well, aren’t you gonna move young lady? You’re seating on a reserved sit. I feel young but my body ain’t.” He asked again.

“Oh, sorry Mr…” (Y/n) said, quickly standing up and moving out of his way.

“Mr. Stan and you are?” She looked at him weirdly. Should she say her name or not? He didn’t seem anything but nice.

“(Y/n)” She responded courtly. He nodded and smiled, patting the seat next to him.

“What made you come on this train? You’ve been sleeping for more than hour” She looked at the time, 5:48. She was utterly fucked. Happy must be worried out of his mind, she thought. The last thing she wanted to do was put more pressure on Happy or Tony.

“Oh shit. I must’ve fallen asleep… Shit!” (Y/n) exclaimed jumping out of the seat. The train stopped and she ran out, screaming a goodbye to Mr. Stan. She grabbed her phone, turned it on and told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to activate her location status. In matter of seconds, her screen was filled with notifications from texts to missed calls, and DM’s on Instagram. With a small sigh she entered “Main Danger”, which was Tonys handle on her phone.

12:48 - School called and said you missed class. You ok?

1:58 - I’m starting to think you ditched school, might as well come back to the compound

3:08 - Where the hell are you? Happy can’t find you.

5:09 - When I get my hadn’t on you, you’re dead kid. Peter’s looking for you near queens, pray he finds you first.

She was in so much shit for this. Grabbing her backpack, she exited the subway near Delmars market. She was near Peters place and the probabilities of him finding her were big. She didn’t want that cause then he would find the need to probe into her mind, asking her why she did it. Sometimes, his nice and interested attitude wasn’t what she needed.

(Y/n) walked towards Delmars, thinking what her next move should be. Should she just go to Peters and end this or call Tony? Each one had their own consequence but the latter seemed better. Facing Tony was much better than Peter. Right now If she saw him, she might explode. She was never good with feelings, better to avoid them. She dialed Tonys number, embracing herself for the worst but hoping that he might be in a good mood somehow.

“Where the fuck are you?” He screamed through the phone.

“At Delmars, looking for a ride home.” (Y/n) sighed out.

“Wait there, I’m gonna call Peter to pick yo- ”

“No! Don’t call Peter. ” She screamed at the phone.

“What? Why?” Tony said confused.

“I’m just not in the mood. All I want to do is go home, please?” She was desperate, and Tony heard the pleading in her voice. He sighed, knowing he shouldn’t cave in but he still did.

“I’m sending Happy, don’t move ok?” He murmured.

“Don’t worry Tony, I’m gonna stay here.” She hanged up the phone and went inside the store. 30 minutes and a sub half eaten passed until Happy arrived. She walked out of the door and into the car, where Tony awaited her.

“Where the hell were you all day?” Tony screamed at her.

“I’m sorry, ok? I just feel asleep on the subway, I was tired and just…” She sighed, holding back tears. These past few weeks were hard on her, she didn’t say anything but they were. Training everyday was taking its toll. She was loosing interest in everything; going out didn’t seem fun anymore, her grades were slowly decreasing and the only thing she held hope for was Peter and her feelings towards him. She felt like MJ had taken her only hope, but she didn’t blame her. How could she? MJ was gorgeous, smart, funny, witty. She was everything she could never be.

“I couldn’t handle school today.” She whispered out. (Y/n) looked out the window, ignoring Tonys presence.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me or Pepper. She was worried out of her mind, you know? We were all worried.” He said towards the teenage girl. He thought taking care of her would be easy, thats why he volunteered when her parents died.

“It was a one time thing Tony. It won’t happen again.” She mumbled out, with her eyes closed. An hour later the mumbling of her name woke her up. Tony had already left the car, without (Y/n).

“How long have I been asleep?” She said in a husky voice.

“M'bout an hour or so” Happy said, turning off the car.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” He sighed.

“You did kid. I haven’t seen Tony like that since Peter fucked up.” She sighed and left the car, walking towards the elevator.

“Doesn’t mean they won’t forgive you.” Happy screamed out. She stepped in the elevator, not really knowing where to go. She didn’t want to face them today, maybe ever, but it seemed easier to do it the next day. She was drained and had homework to do.

“Tony had requested your presence at the common area” F.R.I.D.A.Y. broke the silence.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell’em that we can have this discussion tomorrow. I have homework to do.”

“He insists.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s feminine voice said.

“Just take me to my floor please.”

“Sure (y/n)” the AI responded. The elevator moved rapidly towards her floor, as she stepped out and unlocked her door. She wasn’t in the mood for anything. Exhaustion had filled her bones, as she threw herself on her bed. It wasn’t late, at all, and she should be awake but her body was refusing to cope with her.

At taping on her window startled her, making her jump out of the her bed. She looked at the clock, 11:46 PM. Who the hell has knocking at almost midnight? She thought. Slipping into her bunny slippers, she walked to her door and opened it but no one was there. What the hell? I swear to god I hear knocking. Confused, she went back to her bed and opened her phone. Missed calls were pilling up, and the text notification had grown from one digit to three. The tapping continued, slightly scaring her.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you check who’s knocking?”

“Mr. Parker is outside your window, trying to get your attention.” The AI stated. (Y/n) closed her eyes and sat down on her bed. She didn’t want to see him, her wounds were fresh and it would be messy. She hated causing a mess.

“Tell him, I’m sleeping or something. I can’t do this right now.” Her voice cracked at the end of the sentence. A few minuted passed in complete silence. Tears prickled down her skin, leaving wet traces and falling down to her favorite sweater. She felt wrong and tired, like she was missing something. It wasn’t her first time feeling this but it was augmented by her feelings towards her spiderlying friend. God, she hated herself for feeling like this towards MJ and Peter.

All she wanted was to make everything stop.

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comfortmarvelimagines · 6 years ago

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When You Can’t Find the Quiet

ya can all thank my autistic ass for projecting onto this? i needed to finish this and it’s now almost 1am so i’ll post part 2 tomorrow lmao i know it sucks but like. i don’t have friends who Get It ya know? i figure peter n co. would try super hard to help sooooo

It was a Bad Brain day from the second you woke up.

It didn’t start off horribly, on the level that made physical touch sting and laughter split your skull in two. That didn’t stop the repetition of your mom’s alarm clock in the next room from feeling like it was chipping away at your bones at 5am, as she got up to go swim laps at the community pool. New York was never quiet, and going back to sleep wasn’t an option, even though it wasn’t your choice to be up at such an ungodly hour. All of a sudden you were hot. Too hot. Suffocating. Throw-off-the-covers-and-stick-your-head-under-the-kitchen-sink kinda hot. And as you stood with your hair dripping, pyjama shirt soaked hours before you even had to think about the hustle of teenagers fighting to get to homeroom, you realised that it was just One of Those Days.

The bathroom in your apartment had an east-facing window. Which may have been an irrelevant fact to most, but on days like today it meant you could crack it open to let the steam out and shower completely in peace. No hard lights, no grating whir of the fan. A brief reprieve of soft light and floating before the world pressed play again. The only other sound besides the stream hitting the tiles were those your mother made, in another room, grabbing files before she left for work. Most days, you wouldn’t be in the same room for more than ten minutes at a time, and that suited you just fine- for the majority of instances, you could act normal, hold eye contact and try to remember what you knew about small talk for long enough to think you were ‘fine’. Words weren’t gonna happen today, though, and you stood pressed against the bathroom door, listening for the click of the front door signalling that you wouldn’t have to force out a stuttered attempt at speech. Finally, she left and you could finish getting ready. Not stopping to think, you swept the textbooks from last night’s homework into your bag, swung it on your back and ran out the door. You might miss your train, but you’d only be late for homeroom.

You didn’t miss the train, if only for the fact that it was three minutes late and you’d speed-walked the whole way there. The perk of being so focussed on your feet on the concrete was that nothing else existed. Unfortunately, once the adrenaline of making the doors before they closed wore off, everything came back. Hard. That specific kind of warmth that comes from people standing too close. That one flickering light that you couldn’t directly see, but after a few minutes made you want to punch that fucking thing out so it would stop. The awful hot shock of touch when the person next to you fell into your arm as the train slowed to a stop in the tunnel, shuddering down your spine and making you want to crawl out of your skin. The tinny bass of too-loud music through someone’s airpods, someone talking on the phone, everyone breathing and shifting and rustling and the train breaks whining and-

Headphones. Should have headphones. You pulled your backpack around to your front, ripping open the zipper and rifling through the loose papers and the water bottle you forgot to fill before you left. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing you forgot. Fucking great. You haphazardly shoved everything back in your bag and pulled a fidget cube from your pocket, remembering that you’d left it in your hoodie from yesterday. Hands on each side. Thumbs on the switch. Focus. Click left. Click middle. Click right. Click middle. One, two three, four. Over and over and over and over until it was your stop.

You walked through the school gates head down, hoodie up, thumb running over the spinny metal ball of the fidget cube in your pocket, determined to just make it through the day and get back home to the quiet. Unsurprisingly, you were completely unaware of Ned and Peter running up behind you, completely oblivious to how loud they were being. “Hey y/n, how was your weekend? Peter and I were just planning to go see the new Star Wars movie at the cinema next week, do ya wanna come?”

“Yeah y/n it’ll be fun! We can get popcorn and soda and Skittles.”

“If you wanna come, my mom’s booking the tickets this weekend so we can get good seats. It’s gonna be AWES-”

“Shut it, nerds.” MJ was slouched against the peeling paint of her locker, two down from Peter’s. “You’re hurting them”.

At some point, your hands had made their way up to your ears. It wasn’t really Ned and Peter’s fault, but their voices just added an extra layer to the soupy mess of sounds echoing through Midtown Tech. It also didn’t help that the shoving and pushing of kids running through the corridor was prickling your skin, the thickness of your jumper doing little to help at this point. You twitched as someone grabbed the fabric near your elbow, tugging. “I know you don’t want to be touched right now but if you go inside with Peter, it’ll be quieter,” MJ spoke as softly as she could without being completely drowned out by yelling teens. Your eyes flickered over to Peter, the only sign to MJ that you’d processed what she said. Peter, having shoved most of his stuff in his locker and grabbed whatever textbooks he needed, fumbled to try and untangle his earphones.

“Here, try these. I know it’s not your headphones, but it might help if you focus on music so you we can get to the quiet?” You quickly took them from him and jammed them in your ears, plastering your hands back over the top. In all honesty, they didn’t do much and you couldn’t really tell what song was playing, but you were desperate to get any sort of relief from the barrage of input. You were grateful when Peter didn’t try and pull you through the crowd, instead opting to try and create a path for you to follow, and made sure you were seated up the back in a corner well before the bell rang.

The bell.

The bell that was right over your head.

Well shit.

The only way you could describe how it felt, was that every atom in your body was on fire. Out. Out. Get out. You didn’t remember when you started scratching at your arms, only that you needed to stop to open the door. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you began to question where the door was, where you were, but that thought was abandoned when you realised the room was dark. Quiet. Staggered to your knees, you found the corner and crouched there, waiting for your head to stop spinning.

***

Meanwhile, Peter was back in homeroom, stressed out of his mind. The teacher hadn’t come in until after y/n had ran, and Peter debated whether or not to stay for attendance or try and find you, in case something bad happened. Eventually deciding on the latter, Peter bolted down the corridor, yelling for someone to tell the teacher to mark him and y/n as here. He had a vague idea of where you could be, but after checking under the back library tables, the unused changeroom out the back of the gym and the photocopying room, he was getting desperate. There were dozens of empty classrooms and homeroom was nearly over. If the sounds of chairs scraping and kids screaming wasn’t going to make things even worse for you on your already super-shitty day, then having a presumably unsympathetic teacher find you huddled at the back of their class, without a verbal excuse, was just plain cruel. He was almost about to head to the nurse and see if there was anyone they could call to come help find you, when he heard a high-pitched sound coming from an empty chem lab storeroom

***

The squeaking of the door as it swung open was enough to set your teeth on edge, and you bit even harder on the finger jammed into your mouth. “Hey, hey y/n, it’s okay, s’just me”

You kept rocking. The door squeaked again, the sliver of light disappearing. Then footsteps. “I know, I know this is rough, but I think I have something that can help.” Peter’s voice still hurt your ears, but not in the mind-numbingly harsh way of before. “Can you maybe stop rocking and take your hood down for a sec? I have something to put over your head, like a mask, it’s gonna make everything go away. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry but trust me, this’ll work.”

You slowly moved your free hand up, pushing back the fabric and moving it back down to brace on the ground. Peter pulled something out the back pocket of his jeans, the room too dark to make it visually distinguishable, and quickly braced your cheek whilst tugging it over your face. Your breathing hitched; there was a sound, a woman talking, the mask-thing wasn’t down all the way and you could feel it resting on the top of your knuckle, the taste of blood in your mouth…

“Uh, shit, okay, Karen that’s okay I did that, uh, make it quiet? Make it dark? I know Mr Stark put a protocol for this why can’t I remember it, just hold on a sec y/n you’re fine you’ll be fine I got this,” Peter’s frantic rambling was interrupted by his pocket vibrating. Insistently. Knowing the light would hurt your eyes, he tried to shield the screen with his hand, answering the call.

“Want to explain why your mask is on someone else’s head.”

“Uh see you see-”

“At school. When you were just marked as absent. And May just called me, asking if I knew anything about it. Oh, and why those vitals are off-the-fucking CHARTS.”

“I can explain I promise it’s just my friend is- they’re not doin’ too great and I’m trying to help them out”

“Can that explain why you’re whispering”

“Yes, yes it can. You know how my senses are like, dialed to eleven. Like, all the time?” “Mmm”

“Well their’s is just like that. Normally. And sometimes school is too much for them but they can’t communicate properly, and I guess they just, like, run? They, uh, need to get out but they don’t know where to? And so the bell went earlier and they disappeared and I found them in the chem storeroom but it was before the teacher marked attendance so that’s why we’re marked absent-” “Don’t care about that now. Where are they?”

“We’re in the chem storeroom still. I thought maybe I could use my mask to make it quiet to try and help, since you installed those mods- thanks by the way- but Karen won’t stop flashing and talking and I forgot the protocol name and they won’t let me get the mask off and oh shit now their hand’s bleeding Mr Stark please help-” Tony cut him off again. At this point, all attempts at whispering between the two had been abandoned, and you wanted to get out.

“I remotel…”

Silence. Complete, blissful, beautiful, enveloping silence.

You didn’t feel your head hit the linoleum floor.

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you-guys--are-losers · 7 years ago

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Your Selection

Summary: Prom season has finally arrived, and the students at Midtown are not immune to all of the drama and excitement that comes with it. Peter's junior class is thrilled to be attending for the first time. People are pairing off to buy tickets a month in advance, and the ones who are in relationships have a new commitment to make to the dance.

This year, that includes Michelle Jones.

Peter does not know what he feels as he realizes exactly what this means, but as MJ is pulled further away from the trio they worked so hard to form, he knows it feels wrong. What feels even worse is watching MJ change without them for someone who takes her for granted... And then some. But it is not his place to say anything about her relationship. If it makes her happy, then it is his job to respect it.

However, each day brings Midtown closer to prom, and each day mounts tensions higher. How much pressure can Peter and MJ's relationship take until it snaps in two?

Characters: Michelle Jones x Peter Parker

Word Count: 1,627

Warnings: Swearing, Self-Consciousness

@one-way-ride @prettylilparker

27 Days Until Prom

MJ makes a point of not looking at the dress that is spread out on her bed as she stumbled around her room Monday morning. The red, slinky gown makes her more confused than anything, really, almost as much so as the unopened makeup on her dresser does. Awfully expensive confusion, she muses dully as she slides on a bomber jacket. She glances at the pair of skinny jeans that she bought yesterday after Lukas mentioned how good she would look in them.

She starts to pull them on. They practically give her claustrophobia; they are tight and restrict her movement, and MJ doesn't like them. But Lukas does, she reminds herself as she combs her hair back into its signature ponytail.

A few weeks ago, MJ would not have been caught dead in these pants. She hated skinny jeans and the fashion industry in general, and Leeds and Parker could testify to the amount of ranting she did regarding the disgusting way that women's clothing is sexualized by male designers. But, she tries to rationalize, she also believed she should be allowed to wear what she wants, so long as there are options for everybody's choice.

Deep down, MJ knows that her choice would be not to wear the jeans.

MJ's mom is already at work, so she leaves the house empty when she goes. Lukas has offered to drive MJ to school every day, but she prefers to walk. It is the only real alone time she gets, because once she gets to school she feels like Lukas is everywhere. That isn't the worst thing, but MJ is also majorly introverted and he and his friends are loud. The walk to school gives her time to mentally prepare for them.

She never has to do that for Parker and Leeds.

MJ winces as she walks into the school building while remembering the way that they looked at her yesterday when she said she could not be there for movie night. They were going to be marathoning Star Wars and had probably had a great time without her. She had gone shopping instead and wasted time trying on dresses with heels that made her feet hurt.

"MJ!" calls Leeds from behind her, and immediately she can feel herself perking up. She turns, and Leeds and Parker have just stopped mid-discussion by the lockers. Leeds has a hopeful expression in his eyes, and Parker offers her a smile. "How are you?" Ned prompts.

"I'm awake at seven in the morning, so take a wild guess," she quips, but her face is relaxed and her eyes are doing a very poor job of hiding her pleasure. MJ turns and begins to open her locker, and Leeds and Parker move to stand by her.

"Hey, whoa," Ned says suddenly. "What are you wearing?"

Her face burns as she struggles to keep her poker face. Unfortunately, that is a bit hard to do with Peter leaning on the locker beside her with wide eyes fixed on her face. "A bomber jacket."

"No, not that-" Ned fumbles. He appears shaken, as though he is questioning the foundation of all that he knows.

"Are you wearing... Skinny jeans?" Peter asks slowly in a hesitant voice. MJ sees him glance at them, and his face turns red as he quickly looks away. MJ is having a hard time fighting back the butterflies in her stomach. Pretty soon, she'll need a damn fly swatter for them.

"I wanted to try them out," MJ replies cooly as she grabs her AP Chem book. "How was the marathon?"

Peter seizes on the topic like he is a starving man and she has offered him a Hot Pocket. "It was great!" he exclaims, visibly relieved. "We got through all three of the originals, but we decided that if we wanted to watch the first three, you need to be there to make fun of them with us. Want to come over soon, maybe tonight?"

"May is ordering in, so if you bring a few bucks you can get your Pad Thai," Ned adds.

There is a warm, floating feeling in MJ's chest that she doesn't want to think about. She knows now that they missed her and they actually care, and it makes her whole body feel tingly. However, what she says is, "Yeah, sure. I'll join your lame marathon, but only if I'm allowed to cuss out Anakin Skywalker." There is something between a smirk and a grin on her face, and then they're all smiling conspiratorily.

"Only after May's asleep," Peter barters.

"Deal, but you know she would do it with me," MJ reasons. "She hates him even more than I do."

"Speaking of things May hates," Ned interected, "we brought you your tea."

Yes," MJ cheers, shooting Ned a grin. "And don't think you're getting out of your promposal to Wilson, Leeds. I want to film the whole thing.

He groans softly and looks up to the heavens as if he is praying for mercy.

Peter reaches into his bag and pulls out the container of loose leaf tea, marked with the logo of her favorite shop. She opens it and takes a deep breath, and it smells absolutely heavenly. It is only when she looks up at Parker that she realizes he is holding two more boxes. "This is perfect," she informs them. "What's that, Parker? Have I fanlly converted you from your adoration of the heathen coffee bean?"

"No, I will always remain devoted to my pagan ways," Peter replies with a grin. MJ has to admit that over the past few months, his delivery of sarcasm has gotten much better. "Um, actually..." Peter hands them over to her, and MJ sets the container of tea in her open locker to take the boxes. "I asked the shopkeeper about them, and he said that this kind of tea is really cool. It's... Deflowering tea?"

MJ snorts, and he turns red. "Nope, but you know what, close enough."

"Yeah, well, I tried. It was something about flowers," he mutters with a nervous grin. "But he says it looks cool if you put it in a glass teapot, so I got you one. I thought that it would be something cool for you to blog about."

It is MJ's turn to become flustered as she looks down at the gifts, and she feels a smile creep onto her cheeks. MJ hates the vulnerability of it, but she is more flattered than she should be. She doesn't like to show much emotion; she's gotten good at hiding the way that she feels. But he thought about her and asked to make sure she would like this. She hasn't done the whole "friend" thing before Leeds and Parker, but if this is what it is like, then she's not sure she wants to go back.

"You really didn't have to," she hums, glancing down at the pot and tea again before she raises her gaze to Peter. He looks as uncertain as she does, and then she says, "But thanks. I love it."

"Whoa," Ned says, only half joking. "Better go make sure you're not possessed or something, because I'm pretty sure you just went for five whole minutes without hiding behind your sarcasm."

MJ wrinkles her nose at him. "Wow, the roles have reversed. You can expect Parker's prepubescent voice cracks to set in for you any minute, Leeds, and I'm gonna need to borrow that fedora."

Both boys shoot her a look that she returns with a serene smile. It is only then that someone clears their throat from behind her, and MJ stiffens.

"Hey, baby," Lukas's voice hums in her ear, and his hands come to rest low on her hips. "You look great in those."

Peter blinks like a deer in headlights, and Ned glances over at him and groans. He shakes his head as he mutters. "We'll see you in class." Then, he tugs on Parker's arm to leave Lukas and MJ alone. MJ wishes they would stay.

MJ feels Lukas's hands on her waist, and most of her wants him to take them off. But then, a nasty little cluster of thoughts nags at the back of her mind. Lukas wants to touch her, and MJ isn't the type of girl that guys want to touch. If he doesn't touch her, who else will ever want to? As much as she pretends, Michelle Jones isn't immune to the desire to be seen as beautiful, or to be loved. She's not a psychopath, no matter how many times Flash suggests it.

Instead of pushing Lukas away, she lets his thumbs rub against her hips in a way that sends a jolt into her stomach.

"So," he says, "how was your weekend?"

"It was okay," she replies noncommittally.

He lets go of her and moves to lean where Peter was, and his eyes find the tea in her hands. "What's that?" he asks curiously.

MJ's mind races and she does not know why she replies the way that she does. "Oh, just some stuff I left at school on Friday," she answers. The lie tingles on her lips as it meets the air, but MJ has a perfect poker face with Lukas.

Lukas does not say anything, only nods and launches off into some talk about Friday's football game. MJ is off in a whole other world, just thinking.

Why had she lied?

It was perfectly fine for Peter to give her a gift. They're friends. So why did she feel the need to fib about it to her boyfriend? She doesn't need to unless there's some extra meaning attached to the present, which there isn't.

Unless she is putting it there.

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