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jisungsmochi · 5 years ago

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the arcade boy - ldh

the arcade worker ! haechan and customer!reader

this is pretty cheesy ngl but i just saw this scenario in my head one day and HAD to write about it! this is also for @strawberryhyucks hehe <3

this is also part of my nct dream job au !! you can read:

diner boy! renjun bubble tea worker ! jeno

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feel free to send in requests / tell me your thoughts! thank you :))

“late again i see” the manager of the neo zone arcade, taeyong, shook his head at the puffed-out boy.

“sorry, the bus drove straight past me! i had to sprint here” haechan was still trying to catch his breath, hands grabbing the sides of the counter to stable his stance.

“it’s fine, rest up in the break room, and get ready to work in 10 minutes. got it?” taeyong responded in a calmer manner, feeling bad for the boy. haechan nodded, making his way to the break room.

“dude! i thought you were finally going to get fired” mark chuckled from the corner of the room, shoving haechan softly.

“i’m so close to it though. i need to find a more stable ride to and from work” haechan huffed again.

“here’s a thought! get your damn licence!” mark rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to him.

“yeah yeah, it’s not like i have a car to drive anyway! why do you think i’m working here?” haechan replied, laying his head flat on the table.

“you’re so dramatic, better get ready to work. taeyong isn’t gonna catch us slacking off today!” mark cheerfully exclaimed, waltzing out of the room.

“we’re seriously going to the arcade again? y/n, is it because of the cute guy who works there?” jaemin teased.

“what? no! i just want to win this panda plushie! is that so much to ask?” you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling called out by your best friend’s accusations.

“yeah sure, i’m only helping because i want you to get more coupons so we can get free food” jaemin chuckled, as you both entered the arcade.

“i’ll go get the tokens!” you announced abruptly, practically running to the counter. jaemin just shook his head in amusement, knowing the true reason you were so excited.

as you waited at the counter, your heart was beating a mile a minute. you crossed your fingers that haechan was working today. not like you two were friends, or even acquaintances. for a matter of fact, he was the cute boy at the arcade, who always happened to be working when you wanted to play some games...

“hello! may i help you?” a voice called from the side, causing your head to shoot up in anticipation. there he was. he had a black denim jacket over his white hoodie, with his name tag crookedly attached onto it. his hair was covered with a beanie, only some strands hanging out from his forehead. he had a bright smile on his face, which made you melt inside. you were pretty good at hiding your complete admiration for him. but haechan on the other hand, not so much.

it was well known between the arcade staff that haechan found you attractive. he would rave about you to mark, praising how good you were at practically all the games in the arcade. and most importantly, how you were his ideal girl.

“well why don’t you just go for her then?” mark always asks.

“because she clearly has a boyfriend! i’m not a homewrecker” haechan would respond. mark just shrugs and continues listening to his friend ramble.

“could i please have 10 tokens?” you smile softly at him, watching as he just nods and grabs some from under the counter.

“here you go” he hands you the bundle, his fingers grazing over yours. you shyly smile, while counting up the tokens,

“oh you gave me 15” you gave him a confused look, as he softly chuckled,

“just giving you some more chances to win that panda, y/n” he replied, looking down at the counter.

you were practically combusting at this point. he knew your name. well, considering you came there pretty much every day after classes, he would remember your face. and it didn’t take long for him to pick up your name, due to the amount of times jaemin would whine it when he wanted to go home.

“thankyou so much, haechan” you gave him a small wave before making your way back to jaemin.

“god you’re such a loser” jaemin teased, pulling you to his side and slinging an arm around you.

“i know” you just sigh, not seeing haechan stare at the both of you, feeling his heart tighten. he didn’t even know you all that well, so why did it hurt him so much to see you taken?

“see you tomorrow mark!” haechan chuckled as he removed his name tag from his jacket.

“i hate how you changed shifts” mark whined, watching as haechan waves cheerfully, practically sprinting out of the arcade. at the same time, he felt his body slam into someone else’s, much smaller.

“ouch” he heard the familiar voice mutter, his eyes widen with shock, looking as you were trying to stand back up.

“i’m so sorry” he mumbled repeatedly, helping you stand.

“it’s okay, that was pretty embarrassing!” you smiled up at him, which made him feel less worried.

“where were you rushing off to anyway?” he watched as you flattened down your shirt and look at him.

“i was uh, coming back to get that panda” you tried your best to not blow your cover.

“so determined for it, i might just have to break in and get it for you” he chuckled, as you laughed along. it was clear to you that he had just finished his shift. but you really didn’t want him to go,

“i’m hungry, do you want to get something?” you blurt out, avoiding his eyes. haechan was just as shocked, trying to contain his excitement.

“sure! i- i mean, if you want to” he responded, almost in a mumble. you looked over at him and smile before leading him towards the food court located right next to the arcade.

“you like curly fries?” he pulled out his wallet, waiting in line to order.

“of course! who doesn’t?” you slightly giggle, still not believing that you two were properly hanging out.

haechan just nodded along, before stepping up to order. you also pulled out your wallet, ready to hand him half of the bill. but he stopped you, paying for the meal himself.

“oh haechan, you really didn’t have to” you poured, walking with him to an empty table.

“it’s okay, really!” he replied, unsure of how to even act around you. for all he knew, you had a boyfriend. jaemin. who he believed he could never compete with. thoughts of being with you alone, gave him some mixed feelings, which you eventually caught onto. it made the atmosphere awkward at times during the meal, but you tried your best to not get you down. maybe he wasn’t that into you, you thought. on the other hand, haechan was mentally beating himself up, feeling guilty for asking you to hang out when you were taken. of course he was complete infatuated with you, but to him, he wanted to win you over. the right way. he wanted you to be his.

“thankyou for the meal, haechan. i am so full right now” you chuckle, walking with him out of the building.

“no problem! i hope you get home safely, see ya!” he hurriedly exclaims, not waiting for your response.

“oh maybe we should do it again sometime” you whispered to yourself. your thoughts consumed you once again, he’s definitely not into me.

“so you’re telling me, you guys ate together and he just left right after?” jaemin furrowed his eyebrows as you both were walking out of the school gates.

“yeah! he just ran off like he would rather do anything but talk to me” you sighed, mentally cringing at that moment.

“well maybe he was nervous!” jaemin shrugged, unsure of how to justify the clueless boy’s actions.

“or maybe he’s just not into me” you poured, slumping your shoulders.

“gosh you’re dramatic” jaemin rolled his eyes before ruffling your hair, you shoved his hands away, fixing up your appearance.

“i’ve never seen you like this, y/n. you must really like him” he continued to tease, skipping along the footpath while giggling at you.

“you’re a literal child, go buy me some frozen yogurt” you nudge his shoulder as you both walked to the nearby mall.

meanwhile, haechan was starting his shift at the arcade.

“woah you’re on time for once” mark teased, patting haechan on the back.

“mark, can i ask you something?” haechan mumbled, pulling aside the older boy.

“uhh sure what’s up?” mark gave him a concerned look, putting down whatever he was planning to do.

“i treated y/n to a meal yesterday, and well, i kind of ran off after, leaving her hanging” haechan explained, also mentally cringing at himself.

“god you really have no game. why did you run off? i thought you liked her?” mark questioned.

“well she’s clearly dating that guy she’s always with! they look like a great couple. i felt so guilty for being with her and flirting! like i’m not about to be a homewrecker!” haechan sighed, pulling at his hair.

“dude, i know you’re a good guy and all, but think about this. did she ever mention once that she had a boyfriend?” mark rolled his eyes playfully, resting a hand to the younger’s shoulder.

haechan shook his head,

“and was she actually invested in all your conversations?” mark raised an eyebrow,

haechan nodded in response.

“what i’m seeing here, is that she might be into you too. why else would she agree to eat with you, when she was walking into the arcade? she clearly didn’t come to play games! and she came alone! put the dots together dude, you’re supposed to be smarter than me!” mark shook haechan’s shoulders furiously, laughing at the clueless boy.

“oh god, what if you’re right?! i totally messed up with her!” haechan groaned, pulling his head down to face his feet.

“don’t be like that. if she’s still interested, she’ll come here again. you must have noticed she only really plays one game. the claw machine, AND it happens to be the machine closest to the counter. i’m just saying” mark shrugged, giving haechan’s a small nudge and heading off to finish his duties.

haechan stood, putting the pieces all together. he smiled to himself before helping out mark. maybe he stood a chance.

“y/n, i want to get an iced coffee! they have the deal with the little macaroons! ” jaemin groaned playfully, pulling at your arm as you lead him to the arcade.

“i wanna see if haechan’s working, that’s all!” you rolled your eyes, “i’ll be quick!” you smiled, dragging your best friend who would rather be eating a good burger, along with you.

“code red” mark smirked, looking over at you, haechan’s eyes followed.

“w-what do i say? should i even talk to her? that’s the boyfriend” haechan mumbled, slowly pacing, avoiding eye contact with you.

“goodluck buddy” was all mark could say, before he left to fix a broken game.

you looked over at the counter, smiling at haechan. he smiled back, you took it as a good sign.

“see! it won’t be awkward, go talk to him now! i need to get that deal” jaemin shoved you softly before patting your shoulders and running out of the arcade.

you took a deep breath before taking small steps towards the boy. he could feel you approaching, and tried to pretend he was doing some ‘important work’.

“hi” your voice was shaky.

“hey” he responded, immediately drawing his attention to you.

“about yesterday...” you started,

“i shouldn’t have left you! i feel so bad” haechan admitted, avoiding your eyes. you let a smile creep up on your face,

“it’s okay. i actually came to ask if you would like to go out...again? like a proper...” you couldn’t finish your sentence,

“like a date?” haechan breathed out softly, trying to push away the feeling of excitement. you nodded enthusiastically, glad he was able to catch on.

“i mean, i’d love to, but i’m, wouldn’t your boyfriend he uncomfortable with that?” haechan stammered, nerves slowly taking over.

“boyfriend? you mean jaemin?” he just nodded, now knowing his name. you started giggling uncontrollably, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“oh god no! he’s wayyy too flirty for me. we’ve been best friends since middle school. he’s not my boyfriend” you explained. haechan automatically felt a huge relief, bringing himself to blush.

“i-im sorry for assuming! if i had known, i would have asked you out ages ago” he admitted, now it was your turn to blush.

“r-really?” you murmured, shocked at his words. you were about to continue the conversation when taeyong interrupted.

“i’m not paying you for small talk, so you will both have to finish this conversation after hours okay?” he sternly spoke to both of you,

“i’m sorry! it was my fault” you slightly pouted, which made haechan’s heart beat faster than it already was.

“it’s okay, i’m sorry taeyong, i’m getting back to work” haechan responded, watching as the older boy nods and walks to the back room.

“text me when you want to go on that date” you smiled widely, handing him a slip of paper with your number. haechan was speechless, never in a million years did he think he would get this far with you.

you waved at him before you left the arcade to go find jaemin to rave about the good news. mark approached the love struck boy, shaking his head while chuckling.

“ahh young love. my son has grown up!” mark fakes crying, haechan just shoved him slightly.

“whatever grandpa”

*new message*

haechan: hi! is this y/n?

y/n: yes! hi haechan! :)

haechan: about that date, i’m thinking we should go to the park? maybe have a picnic? i’m sorry if that’s lame

y/n: i think it’s perfect! let me know the location and time and i’m there!

haechan: sweet, i can’t wait :)

you put on your most flattering floral dress, hoping you weren’t dressing too extra. of course you wanted to spruce up your appearance, especially since its your first proper date. you sent some snaps to jaemin, asking for best friend’s opinions and all,

“dude, he’s gonna love it. that outfit POPS off” jaemin’s wise words stuck with you as you made your way to the park. you held a small basket with you, filled with small snacks you found in your house. you both planned to go to a ramen restaurant after, knowing your huge appetites.

you stood under the tree he suggested you’d meet, swinging the basket side to side softly. your heart was beating out of your chest. you were finally going on a date with the cute boy at the arcade. it excited you more than anything you had experienced.

“well hey there stranger” haechan’s voice echoed close to your ear, which made you blush. he pulled you in for a short hug, which you weren’t expecting. you let him embrace you, smiling into his shoulder.

“oh crap! you actually packed a lot of snacks! if i had known, i wouldn’t have just bought the mat and a random packet of seaweed” he softly sighed, you just shook your head in amusement due to his cuteness.

“it’s fine! i wanted to bring these just for you” you smiled as you both sat on the mat. haechan couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. as you were explaining the snacks you had brought, haechan was debating whether or not it was the right time to give you his gift. as you wrapped up your explanations, haechan looked up at you.

“i have a present for you” he blurts, nervously waiting for your response.

“what? haechan! you really didn’t have to! these are just some jam sandwiches-“

“no no, i’ve been planning to get you this for a while” he shyly admitted, watching as you started blushing. he pulled out a plushie from his backpack. your jaw practically dropped, it was the panda plushie you had been trying to get from the claw machine.

“oh my goodness! this is the cutest thing ever, well besides you anyway” you slyly slipped in the last comment, leaving haechan frozen.

you smirked at the boy, taking advantage of his clueless nature, by giving him a small peck on the cheek.

“thank you so much. how did you get this? don’t tell me you broke into the machine!!” you chuckled, imaging the situation.

“no no! i actually won it! i swear, even ask mark” he put his hands up in defence. you nodded along, admiring the thoughtful gift.

“haechan” you softly spoke, shuffling yourself to sit side by side to him, so that your shoulders were pressed against eachother.

“i really like you, i’ve liked you since i first saw you working”

haechan’s eyes widened, unaware of how long you’ve actually had feelings for him. he took your hand in his, smiling at you.

“i really like you too, for quite a while. i was just scared to ask you out” he sighed, gently rubbing his thumb over your skin.

“i’m glad we’re here now! i don’t regret this one bit” you lean your head against on shoulder, snuggling closer to him.

“me neither” he mutters softly, still playing with your hand.

the cute boy from the arcade became your boyfriend after that day. jaemin teased you everytime you wanted to visit haechan at work, and mark did not hold back with his teasing either. haechan made you feel like a kid all over again, carefree and happy, and you were eternally grateful he came into your life.

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 4 years ago

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Roses of Melrose

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, murder, death, mentions of gangs, gun violence, mercenaries, physical abuse, verbal abuse, parental neglect, drug use, underage drinking, mentions of knives, brief mentions of sex, blood, piercings.

Word Count: 8.4k

Songs: Ultralight beam-Kanye, I love Kanye- Kanye, Good Kid-Kendrick Lamar, Sing about me I’m dying of thirst- Kendrick Lamar, Violent Crimes- Kanye, Apparently- J.Cole, Black Wave- K.Flay, Pretty Little Birds- SZA, Wouldn’t it be Nice- The Beach Boys.

“ It was the way I fought back. It was my first ‘fuck you’ to everyone to everything. It was my best friend. It was my first love. So to you I’m just another girl with another basic rose tattoo but to me. To me? It’s the way I remember it’s the way I keep my friend with me. It’s the way I’d make sure I couldn’t forget the unforgettable”

A/N: Sorry it took so long to finish this school and home got in the way. Sorry If the grammar is off there was only one proof read. Hopefully you enjoy it. Sorry that there’s less Peter in this one. It’s more character building.

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I had my suspicions about Peter being Spiderman, I mean it was kinda obvious he’s always leaving decathlon meetings according to MJ. They both have the same annoying ass optimism. No one is just that sure of anything. Like ever. Thanks to Liz I’d finally know.

I entered the house having to maneuver past a couple of people standing in the hall past the front door. This party was tame compared to others I’d been to. Flash was DJ-ing he’s so annoying. Liz was cool though she was nice.

I found MJ standing in the kitchen opening a pack of bread holding a jar of peanut butter. When I walked over and said

“Only you would come to a party to just eat bread.”

She only replied with a short “Whatever loser,”

“Hey, Peter Parker. Where’s your friend Spiderman?” Flash announced on the mic.

“Lemme guess with your imaginary girlfriend?”

Peter just stood there stunned

“That’s not Spiderman that’s just Ned in a red shirt,” Okay that one would’ve been kinda funny if he didn’t add that annoying horn sound.

“Shut the fuck up!” I said before smiling at Peter and walking off. I didn't do it for him, necessarily Flash was just annoying. Like I’ve never understood how someone with the grandpa name Eugene could talk so much shit.

I was making small talk with some random senior boy when I heard a high pitched squeal and excused myself to the bathroom. The sound only got louder and louder and louder. It was so painful it felt like Athena should’ve split my forehead and climbed her way out. My vision blurring together made me not able to grab onto anything as I lost balance. I wasn't going to cry,

I wasn't. I couldn’t crying’s pathetic I wasn't going to cry. I could push through the pain. I’ve done it before, that's what I always do. Just when it got so intense I was sure I was gonna pass out it stopped. I did not pass out however I did throw up into the toilet. I looked in the mirror after washing my face off and for a second I could’ve sworn my eyes were glowing. Great now I’m going into a psychotic break why would my eyes be glowing.

I just need some fresh air. Yeah that’s all. I sat there for a while letting my mind wander until I heard MJ’s voice from behind me.

“So this is where you were? I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” She said as she sat down next to me. When I didn’t respond she turned facing me waving her hands my face

“You good?”

I looked up from picking at the grass.

“I’m just tired MJ,” I mean I have every right to be tired there’s a whole fucking gang war going down where I live. Which makes no fucking sense why are people fighting over streets that no one actually owns. The weapons Vulture is selling make me good money, but they’re getting way too close to where my friends lived. I was snapped out of diving into all my problems by a purple cloud in the distance. Hearing the distant squeal slash siren hybrid. I felt my eyes widen.

“What was that?” MJ asked.

Fucking Vulture

ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I told him to stay out of my neighborhood and he came to my friends.

“I don’t know,” I said “Let’s just go back inside,”

As we were walking back to the backdoors I took one glance behind me, and there he was Spiderman heading towards the cloud

“Hey,” I called out walking closer to Ned, “Ned!”

He turned around

“Who me?” He pointed to himself.

“I mean I don’t see any other Neds around were,” I joked

“Oh, it’s you just usually don’t talk to me,” He pointed out.

“Yeah sorry about that,” I said “Actually where’s Peter? I can’t seem to find him,”

“Oh he uh,” he scratched the back of his neck “He had to go,”

“Aw, how unfortunate,” I patted his shoulder “Well enjoy the party I have to go too,” So Ned knew Peter was Spiderman.

“Can I get a ride?” I asked MJ to which she just said

“You don’t have to ask,”

“Just drop me off at the corner store by my house,”

It never felt awkward around MJ. Normally I had to be on high alert around everyone, but it’s never like that with her. This isn't an “honor” many people have but she’s one of the few I feel comfortable falling asleep around. I knew being in the car would make me feel sick so I drifted off.

Shutting the door to the car we said our goodbyes and I headed into the gas station when Mr. William greeted me. I felt a warm feeling in my body. It was nice but short lived and replaced by an emptiness that humans like to call nostalgia. I missed feeling “home” I still lived here. I don’t know why It seems like I don't. I guess it was the fact I’d been giving more attention to Queens and Thorn lately. I know it’s not the projects anymore which I am immensely grateful for but it’s the same neighborhood. According to Briana, one of the like 3 friends I managed to keep I “never come around anymore” or “I’m too good for them”.

I made my way to the bathroom and located the tile I kept my burner phone in. I used to keep it in a shoe box at home until my sister started going through the phase where she feels the need to borrow all my clothes. Stomping on the edge of the tile it flipped up and I grabbed the phone and shoved it in the pocket of my hoodie.

Getting a soda and some gummy worms before I left. I started to walk back to my apartment complex. I went up to sit on the roof of the building just eating my gummies looking. That was something I did a lot just look. When I was younger I couldn’t stand being alone in my own head, but the older I got the more I began to understand why old people would just sit out on their porch doing nothing but looking.

When I checked my phone it was 12:47 and I decided it was time to go back in. First I sent out a message on the burner phone to what I hope to God was the right number.

I headed back down to my room and spent the whole night tossing and turning. When I put on a podcast I slept much easier. I found that the environment I grew up in bred me to not be able to sleep probably without some sort of noise even if it’s just arguing.

I woke up with my phone on my face and my bonnet halfway across the continent. I checked my phone fully expecting to be late but by some blessing I had at least two hours to get ready before I had to leave. The house was quiet like eerily quiet no TV on or anything. I went to wake up the drama queen, middle child, Aaliyah. When I say drama queen I mean both acting and just straight up being dramatic. And then there’s Sapphire who’s the physical embodiment of a Gemini. I flicked on the lights, revealing toys scattered all over Sapphire‘s side of the room. The only response I got was from Aaliyah who simply whined and pulled her blanket over her head. I picked up a pair of rolled up socks and tossed them at her to which she loudly exclaimed

“Ow!”

See what I mean by dramatic but thankfully for me, she woke up Sapphire meaning I didn’t have to step on sharp plastic trying to navigate her side. Not that I could judge her though I can’t remember the last time I had the motivation to clean my room.

I was fully expecting my dad to be passed out on the couch when I walked into the living room but he wasn’t. He wasn’t in his room either. This was nothing out of the ordinary though, he’d probably be back tonight or tomorrow.

One of the perks of my dad being gone was I could use the bathroom in his room to shower and take as long as I want. Another perk of dad not being here is I can take his car today instead of my skateboard. My sisters don't go to a local school but it’s still way closer to our home then Midtown so they don’t have to go so far away. I,on the other hand, have to skate to the bus stop, get on the metro then get on a subway and skate the rest of the way to school.

“Y’all wanna get something to eat?” I asked my sisters once we were in the car.

“Wendys!” Sapphire interjected from the backseat

“No one wants to eat Wendys,” Aaliyah turned around from the passenger to face her. “Get McDonald’s” she demanded, turning back to face me.

“Oh so you don’t want Wendys but you can eat the plastic from McDonald's,” Sapphire asked accusingly.

“Wendy's tastes like shit,”

“You taste like shit,”

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

I just giggled at the fact this is what they decided to argue about.

“I’m just gonna get somethin’ from Mr. Washington, Since it’s the closest thing to us” was all I said before turning the radio up.

I pulled into the parking lot. Looking at the buildings that look like they should be dead. With their bulletproof windows with anti robbery bars. It’s honestly depressing if you think about it for too long. But these places are nothing but living and bustling no matter what. Like the roses in the cracks of the sidewalk. I left the keys in the ignition once my sister confirmed they weren’t coming inside.

“Hey Y/N,” Mr.Washington’s son said from the kitchen. I believe he’s 18 now?

“Hey,” I nodded my head at him walking towards his father to order.

“Hey, Y/N how are you doing?”

“I’m good how are you?”

“I’m good thanks for asking, you know you look more and more like your mom everyday,” he pointed out and I just smiled. “She was a great kid,”

“Yeah…” I trailed off.

“So the usual?” he asked and I nodded.

I don’t know how but he remembered everyone’s usual orders and knows everyone’s names.

Quick rule of thumb the best food comes in brown paper bags.

Once I was back in the car I had to make the conscious effort not to speed. MJ never goes anywhere when I drive because I “drive like I have nothing to live for” which personally I just think she’s dramatic.

Honestly my sisters are so lucky they go to a local school. I mean yeah the education at Midtown is better than the local highschool, but it’s not like I even belong there. So basically I commute almost 40 minutes everyday to a school I’m not smart enough to go to.

By the time lunch came around I had a terrible headache the smell of my food made me vomit. And no I’m not being dramatic I really had to stop by the bathroom and throw up.

Now I didn’t really feel like walking all the way over to sit at my usual table so I just sat with the school stoners. Yes cliques are real and if this were a movie I’d be one of those clique surfers. Pretty much everyone is a clique surfer if we’re being honest.

I don’t know why they get such a bad wrap stoners have got to be some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Like this one girl Jessica she gave me one of my first tattoos for free in freshman year when I met her. Since she noticed that I looked stressed, she offered to let me hit her cart. I didn’t even have to ask her

Oh my god I’ll marry you were my exact thoughts at that moment. That I’d apparently voiced out loud because she responded with.

“I’m down. When’s the wedding?”

Her and two guys who were sitting at the table with us made their way to the boys bathroom with me.

After about 3 hits I could feel the life returning to my body as if the rain finally stopped crashing down and the rainbow entered the sky. I could've sworn I heard God say “I’ll never flood the earth again”

“Do you think I’d look good with a nostril piercing?” I asked while examining my nose in the mirror.

“Are you kidding me? You’d look hot as fuck,” Jessica added in.

“You should pierce her nose, J” the guy who was standing closest to the door said. Zach I think.

“Yeah I could do that, do you want me to?” She asked.

I pondered it for a second before the boy who already looked off of cloud nine Tyler I believe his name was interjected with

“She’s really good at it, she did my girlfriends,”

You know what? Fuck it

“Why the hell not,” I said

“Alright,” she said after clapping her hands and walking over to her backpack on the floor. She pulled out a lighter and an earring. She lit the earring to disinfect and I hopped up on the sink and she moved towards the right side of my body. Just as she was asking me where exactly I wanted it we all jumped at the sound of the door creaking open.

Low and behold Peter Parker of all people walked in.

“Uh I was just gonna...yeah,” He stammered out still standing by the door. He was still just staring at me. Now I’m not sure if it was because I was a girl in the boys bathroom, if I looked high, or if it was the fact I was about to pierce my nose in a dirty school bathroom but he was starting to make me feel awkward.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“Oh,” he said as a blush raised up his cheeks “I’m just gonna,” he pointed to one of the stalls before scurrying into it.

Jessica simply chuckled and called him cute.

By the time he came back out to wash his hands the earring was already pushed into my nostril with a slight pinch. Jessica told me that I’d have to clean the piercing everyday for a couple weeks, which is something I could manage. I hopped down the sink and asked

“Do I look okay?” Referring to my eyes

“Yeah and me?” Jessica asked

“Yeah you’re good,” I reassured her. That was the last thing she needed to hear before her and the other two guys left the bathroom.

As Peter was washing his hands I turned back around to look at my nose in the mirror. It was still a little red with irritation. It was also slightly sore to the touch. I was shaken out of my thoughts by Peter’s voice.

“Did that hurt?” He asked.

He was so adorable.

“This?” I pointed to my nose and he nodded.

“No not really,” I said grabbing my bag off the floor.

“Well this very short convo has been a blast but I gotta go,”

Okay so, I hadn’t been to the class in like forever because of the sheer fear of what would happen cause I skipped it so much. However, my fear of having to confront Olivia is stronger and she was coming towards me so, I ran in through the door. Ugh I’m such a pussy. I saw her walk out of my view. I was gonna turn back out and leave but ,unfortunately I had already locked eyes with the teacher. Looking around at all the students staring at me I just looked back at the teacher.

“Y/N! So nice of you to finally join us,” Ms Warren just had to announce. I simply choose to give a curt nod before she said

“We’re doing a partnered assignment, you can sit by Peter,” She said while pointing near the back of the classroom.

I made my way to the back of the class and slumped into the seat.

“Hey,” I said putting my legs on the empty desk in front of me.

“Hey, didn’t know you were in this class,” Peter pointed out.

“I mean I don’t think I’ve been here since the second week of school? Yeah I’m not sure. So from the beginning of sophomore year to now would be like maybe 1…2...3. No 2, yeah 2.” I went on before realizing I was rambling “Sorry I’m talking too much I’m like tiniest bit faded right now, and okay let me shut up,”

“No, no you’re fine. I like hearing you talk”

“I’ll be right back,” I whispered before raising my hand.

“Yes Y/N?” Ms Warren asked.

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

She sighed “Uh, Yes I guess that’s fine just don’t take to long,”

I grabbed the pass and started down the hallway. I was never planning to go to the bathroom. In all honesty I was going to the freshmans’ lunch cause I’d gotten hungry. I was in the line to get snacks when I felt a buzz in my pocket. I knew it was the burner phone so I got my chips and went outside to the area of the school with no cameras. Looking around to make sure no one was looking. I opened the text. Which read

this T?- B

yes, do you still have it?- T I responded

I do- B

ok meet at usual X and Place- T

ok- B

I’d confirmed my brother could pick up my sisters from daycare. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about them at home when I was doing what I needed to do.

I was trying to keep a low profile. I don't need anyone to claim they saw Thorn tonight. Since I’ve been on the radar of the police more often lately. No one would be looking in an abandoned train cart anyways. I‘d be fine. I just went with a black hoodie and a bandana to cover my face.

But of course Black Cat was in her suit because when was she ever not.

“You sure this is it?” I asked

“Yes I’m sure,” she said and placed the flash drive in my hand. I stuffed it in the pocket of my hoodie.

“Don’t forget what we talked about,” she said pointedly.

“Yeah, yeah I’ve got you,”

Great now I have to get into the government protected flash drive and clear her name. Just as I was about to turn to leave. The sound of someone sliding open the doors to one of the carts.

“Were you followed?” she whispered

“No of course not,” I rolled my eyes

I only had one weapon on me but I knew that Black Cat could handle whoever it was. Although just because she could do this on her own doesn’t mean I was gonna help. I had one expandable baton. Waiting for whoever was here to come in. I got my baton knocked out of my hand.

The fight that broke out wasn’t really a fight if you could even call it that, it was just like 3 guys trying to get the flash drive and us knocking them out. I did however get my fair share of bruises but that’s only because I was thrown into the wall once. I did have a pretty deep gash on my forehead but I should be able to cover it with a headband.

I almost gave myself a heart attack when I checked my sisters’ room because I forgot they were at our brothers house. My dad also still wasn’t home so I was just sitting home alone on the living room floor watching ‘Nick at Night’ with a caked up bloody forehead eating cold leftover spaghetti.

I knew my dad had come home because I heard the keys turning in the door but I was too tired to move.

I should’ve moved.

By the way the door was slammed shut I could tell he was in a bad mood. And what’d he do when he was in a bad mood? Take it out on me.

I don’t remember what happened. I just know he said I looked like a whore and I probably got heated and blacked out, but I do know I was in immense pain and my nose was bleeding and the police were on their way.

Only two things could come from my dad calling the police: I get sent back to the Psych ward or I get arrested. I wasn’t about to stick around to find out which one was going down.

I grabbed my skateboard and took off. Technically he did kick me out so he couldn’t say I ran away.

I can’t exactly recall how I remember where he lived seeing as I hadn’t been there since his girlfriend died.

I was going to knock but I knew he never actually opens the door. I went around to the back and started banging on the window and I’m sure looking at this from an outsider's view it must’ve looked like I was breaking in. Which I’m not sure that I wasn’t. I could see his shadow.

“Open the fucking door, Wade!” I yelled from the door I could see his light was on.

He sleepily strutted down to the door and slid it open.

“What do you- Oh my god you look terrible,” He stated.

“Oh really? Thanks, I didn’t notice,” I spat back pushing past him.

I popped down on the couch.

“I need somewhere to stay for a minute” I said once I was settled in.

He moved over to me and grabbed my face but I pushed his hands away.

“I’m fine,” I lied “Can I stay here though?”

“Did you really think I’d ever say no?”

He examined my face again

“Did your dad do this?” He asked.

He took my silence for the answer that it was.

“Do you want me to kill him?” He asked as what I thought was supposed to be a joke but I was scared to answer yes cause I knew there was a chance he actually would.

He was never very fond of my dad from the moment he’d met my mom. Wade was always trying to keep my mom away from him.

If only she’d listened.

“Yes, I was joking and go clean your face before you get infected”

Oh well I guess I voiced that thought out loud.

I promise I was just looking for the first-aid kit but who was I to say no to a 6 ounce bottle of Hennessy. It was almost as if it’s eyes bore into my soul calling after me because it knew I was too weak to resist.

The sweet burning sensation of it going down my throat was relieving and fun at first until I realized I was turning into my dad. Then it wasn’t so appealing anymore it was just depressing.

The last thing on earth that I’d want would be anything like him. It was pathetic.

It was pathetic how I had to throw up because apparently I couldn’t handle my alcohol.

It was pathetic how I couldn’t even bring myself to stand in the shower.

It was pathetic how I couldn’t even hide the fact I was drunk.

It was pathetic how I broke down crying in front of Wade.

It was pathetic how he had to lull me to sleep by stroking my hair.

It was pathetic because I knew he wasn’t mad.

It was pathetic because it wasn’t anger it was pathetic because it was pity.

Pity. I hated pity with my entire chest. She always seemed to just hold you down underneath the water knowing you couldn’t breath but the feeling around you made you believe you were floating. It’s like the feeling of drowning in the open sea but it isn’t painful but still you know you’re gonna die but you can’t help but look at how beautiful everything around you is. All the fish, the seaweed, the sunlight shining through the water. But still you’re drowning and you know you’re gonna die so how beautiful can it really be?

Pity. That’s what I saw in the hallways so I knew I must’ve looked terrible because no one bothered to say anything negative about me. Everytime anyone looked at me it was like they knew. They knew. They knew that I had a shitty life and a fucked up family. Of course they didn’t but I couldn’t help the nagging feeling that everyone knew.

Everyone was looking at me with a glint of pity in their eyes because I knew I looked like I was going to pass out at any moment now, I had bruises everywhere, I had no makeup to cover them up, possibly had a broken rib, and the gash on my forehead was probably still visible under the sweatband.

Literally everyone looked like they felt bad for me. Except Flash. I never thought I’d say this but, thank God for Flash. The only sense of normalcy I’d experienced all day, was him calling me a witch then acting like it was the funniest thing ever and walking off after I told him to go fuck himself. One thing about Flash is he’s unoriginal. He'll find one “good” joke and use it for the rest of his life. The fact I could put out a lit match in my mouth spread around through a tiktok at some point, and he’s been calling me a witch ever since. I’m assuming the fact I had a pretty gothic style freshman year probably played a part in it too. Major small dick energy right there.

I was on the verge of passing out and all I really wanted was to go out and get high with my old friends but I can never get what I want. Can I? The universe must really fucking hate me.

I just went to the nurses office and slept all throughout lunch but when I woke it was like I was even more tired than before.

I wonder if this is what zombies feel like. I couldn’t tell if it was getting bad again or if I was just getting sick because the lines were blurred between a depressive episode and a cold or the flu. However my eyes were watery and my nose was stuffed so hopefully it was the latter.

The odds had finally aligned in my favor and the class I’d skipped like all year teacher was out. We had my favorite sub who was really just the ISS teacher. Normally I would’ve sat by him and caught him up on all the chisme I had but I felt terrible. So I just leaned on the closest person to me instinctively. Once my brain caught up to my body and I realized. I was laying on Peter's shoulder. I shot it and immediately apologized.

“Oh no, you’re fine I don’t mind,” he said.

Well okay then. I think I slept at least 10 minutes in every single class today. Which is good I’d need it cause I forgot I promised my brother I’d babysit today.

After I sent Wade a text that I probably wouldn’t be back in his house for a while. I went to my brother's house. Sometimes I’m jealous of him for getting to escape our dad and live in an actual nice area. He literally has a house. Like he has his own property, no landlords or anything. Pros of him having a different mom I guess. However he needs to stop having kids. Like yes I love my niece and my nephews however they can be the biggest pain in the ass.

“I get off at like 11, so make sure they don’t break anything or die thanks, and you know where everything’s at, so,” He said, giving me a hug before walking towards the door but right before he opened it he turned around with a smile on his face.

“Oh and don’t get my kids high,”

I rolled my eyes trying to keep the edges of my mouth from turning into a smile. I lost that battle.

“Yeah, yeah whatever asshole,” I flipped him off.

I went into the room where the youngest child was sleeping. Taylon, he was about 1 I believe. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him for a while. I made it back to the front room where the two trouble makers Kaitlyn and Jason. Kaitlyns the oldest at 4 years old and Jason at 2. Although I don’t think Kaitlyn has ever gotten in trouble like ever because she’s a huge daddy’s girl.

I had like 36 missing assignments for Physics and about 4 things of homework one test to study for, a partnered project to work on, still had to go two decathlon practice 3 days a week, and a flashdrive to get past the firewall of. God could I use some adderall right now.

By distracting the kids in the room with me with the Cocomelon channel.

I’d put my headphones on and nodded along to my music and actually got two homework assignments done in a relatively short time before the screaming started. I went to get Taylon who’d woken up because he peed. I changed his diaper but he was still crying.

I truly did not have time for this. I fed him and everything. Thank God the Cocomelon was still distracting the other kids. Whoever made that channel needs a raise. I could not get him to stop crying for more than 5 minutes. I found if I held him he’d stop but I didn’t have the time to just sit around holding him.

I gave him my phone and let him play with that which shut him up.

Then Kaitlyn decided to come and pester me about food. I made peanut butter jelly sandwiches, but they decided they didn’t want them after I’d already made them. So here I was making spaghetti with a toddler on my hip and doing homework at the same time.

I’d actually gotten used to all this multi tasking that’s when I heard a knock at the door.

I put the spoon back in the pot and closed my textbook heading over to the door.

I open the door to Peter standing there.

“Uh Hello?” I asked more than said.

“Uh, yeah hi, we were supposed to work on the project?”

“Oh shi-” I almost said then remembered I was holding a kid. “Sorry I forgot,” If we're being completely honest I don’t remember anything from school that day nor do I remember telling him to come here but I wasn’t gonna send him away.

“Well you can come in” I announced stepping towards the side of the door.

“Sorry about the chaos” I gestured to everything. ”You can go sit on the couch, I’ll be right over”

He did just that and sat his backpack on his lap.

“Jason, Kaitlyn bebé ven a buscar tu comida”

( Jason Kaitlyn baby come get your food)

They made their way over still attached to the tablet.

“I thought your dad said no tablet at the table?” I said. I wasn’t really going to take it away, I was just teasing.

“I thought you were fun tía,” Jason shot back.

“I am fun!” I said fake hurt and they both giggled.

I slid the plates across the table towards them. “Here eat,”

“¿Es tu novio de ahí?” Kaitlyn asked looking over at Peter.

(Is that your boyfriend over there?)

“No he’s not, but can you watch your brother for me for a little bit?”

She nodded. I shifted Taylon off my hip and slipped him into his high chair and gave him a bag of chips.

Plopping down next to Peter I clapped my hands.

“Okay sorry about the wait, so what do we need to do?”

After explaining the project to me we’d gotten half of it done and Taylon was napping again and everyone else was quiet and watching TV. We probably could’ve finished the whole thing if we hadn’t gone on so many tangents. Peter was actually good at explaining things.

We talked about literally everything from favorite flavors of starburst to life goals and shit. I don't know what I want in life actually. It’d be cool to go to college but it’s expensive and no one else in my family has been.

When it got late Peter announced that he had to go.

“Alright let me walk you out,” I pushed up off the couch.

“You’re really smart, I know you don’t think that but you are,” he said almost out of nowhere once we were out the door. I could feel my face heat up. This is a moment I was thankful for my melanin allowing me not to blush.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself, Parker,”

“So we're doing this same time tomorrow right?”

“Yes, that’s the plan,”

For the past week I’d convinced my brother to let my babysit everyday so I could still hang out with Peter. I never thought that we of all people could be friends. Before this he was so like “Peter” just way too much. Once you get to know him he’s not that bad. We’d finished the project and I still hadn’t done any of my other work but by the power of adderall I’d gotten into the flashdrive. I was too scared to check anything in it, but I did erase Black Cats name from the police station records.

It’d been at least three more days and I hadn’t done any work. I hadn’t talked to Peter or MJ or anyone else either. The one other human I’ve had contact with is Wade. Even with me living at his house it was still minimal. I hadn’t gotten much sleep because adderall keeps you up at all hours of the day but I don’t think I could survive without it.

I knew I had to be walking. I was walking because I had to. I mean I was walking and I had no intention of stopping. I was getting major deja vu. This exact place felt so familiar.

Oh- that’s why.

I was in the projects where I used to live. I was off in Bronxchester off of 156th St. Ann’s Avenue. I hate this place so much.

I hated it.

Having to live in a rat infested one bedroom apartment sleeping cramped up on top of my siblings was literally the worst time of my life. The shitty school University Heights where half the girls were pregnant. Not to mention my dad was on a fucking rage rampage all the time cause he couldnt get a job as a felon.

I was still walking though. I knew I was going somewhere. Not sure where until I’d gotten near the Hartz chicken on the end of the street. That’s where I was going. I knew I was meeting up with my friend. How could I forget that? I was about to cross the street until someone in a grey van rolled down their window sticking out a gun.

I knew she was gonna get shot. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Yet still I was screaming at least I was trying to. I couldn’t find my voice.

By the time I could it was too late.

I’d seen her. The bullets piercing her skin would be something seared into my brain forever. And as fast as the car came it was gone.

Then I was running. I was running to get to her because I could still help her. I had to.

She was bleeding and there was too much blood. It was everywhere. I remember my brother told me if someone is ever bleeding out you need to stop the blood.

I could barely see because my tears were clouding my vision. I was pushing down on her stomach screaming for someone to call 9-1-1. Just to help.

“You’re gonna be okay,” I remember saying it over and over again I don’t know if I was trying to convince myself or her..

The police got here right after I’d watched her eyes gloss over just because that’s how it works in Melrose. Yes she was gone but she was only the first of many. The police had never done anything for me before so why would they start now.

They had to pry me off her. They couldn't, I had to help, I had to… I had to help. She didn’t like to be alone. Yeah sure she’d done bad things but she didn't deserve this. She was just a kid. I was just a kid. They took her phone while I was screaming not to touch her.

They asked for my parents' information. I didn’t want to tell them, I didn’t want my dad. I don’t wanna see him. I just wanted my friend back. They loaded her into the back of the ambulance. I

knew they were driving away. I was running and screaming. I could feel people staring. I knew they were looking at me. I knew they knew. I didn’t care, I had to run. I had to get her. A pair of hands grabbed me from behind and I started thrashing.

I couldn’t, I can’t, I had to help, I had to help her. I was still screaming and my throat was sore. Her blood was everywhere, it was all over me and I couldn’t I couldn’t help her. I couldn’t help myself. I was scared.

“Hey,” I felt myself being shook from behind. “Hey!”

I turned around to Wade’s familiar face.

“I’m sorry for waking you, I know it’s dangerous or something like that but you were just screaming and I got worried,”

Wasn’t supposed to wake me?

“I was,” my voice was small I sounded 5 I felt 5 “I was sleeping walking?”

“Yeah you were” he confirmed, leading me to one of the stools by his kitchen island.

He sat me down, walked off and got me a glass of water. I didn’t realize how bad I was shaking until I tried to bring the cup to my lips.

He brought a towel to the side of my arm dabbing at it. The blood dripped from the side of my wrist all the way down to my elbow.

“What’d you cut yourself on?” He asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

“You know they never even said her name?” I said after we sat in silence for a moment.

“What?”

“Rose you know my friend,”

“Oh…” he said as the realization of who I was talking about settled in.

“Yeah her, they never said her name no one said it around me because they felt I was gonna break, they all just looked at me like I was made out of glass, I don’t even know how people knew I was there. But I was- I was just so angry, ”

I waited to see if he was going to say anything but he didn’t. He was just going to listen, no jokes to lighten the mood just listening.

“Even on the news. To everyone outside of St Ann’s she was just a ‘14 year old girl caught up in gang violence fatally shot’ they used a terrible picture of her too. It made my blood boil that, that was all she got, Then I realized that’s just how it was for us and the only way I was making it out the hood was if it was 6 feet under,”

My mom used to say that’s what they did for black people, used a picture of them looking ‘hood’ some people call it a thugshot. They use a picture that makes them look mean and aggressive. She was neither of those things she was the nicest person I ever knew. She just got caught up in the gang mess because it was the only family she had.

“I’ve never talked about this before, but I feel like everyone just forgot about her like it’s only been 2 years and I’ve never heard anyone say her name. At least not around me” I ran my finger on the tattoo of a rose. “This was the first tattoo I’d ever gotten I did it myself so it’s kinda shitty but I feel like it keeps her memory alive, because if no one else was gonna do it and If wasn’t gonna then who would you know?” I trailed off for a second. Then noticed he was in the Deadpool suit just without the mask.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Now I think you know me well enough to know I’m not telling you that,” He smiled and I smiled back weakly.

“You’ll be okay though?” He asked.

“Now I think you know me well enough to know I’ll be okay,” I turned his own words against him.

I glanced back down at the tattoo and I remember looking over the tattoo on my finger for you it means merely nothing. Just another girl getting another basic tattoo. For me it means everything. It was the way I fought back. It was my first ‘fuck you’ to everyone to everything. It was my best friend. It was my first love. So to you I’m just another girl with another basic rose tattoo but to me. To me? It’s the way I remember it’s the way I keep my friend with me. It’s the way I’d make sure I couldn’t forget the unforgettable. Roses are delicate and fragile but they’ll hurt you when you try to pick them. So even the most beautiful of flowers would defend itself if it came to it. To you my rose tattoo is just a flower. However, to me Rose was the most beautiful human this world had ever seen.

Art had to be my favorite subject. Solely for the reason I’ve never had a non chill art teacher, but today it was Physics which is usually my least favorite class.

Only because the class made me feel like my day was turning around.

MJ was standing next to me when I opened by locker and loudly exclaimed

“Yes!”

“What?” She turned to me “What is it?”

“Sorry for scaring you, it's nothing. I just found some candy” I held up the Push Pop “See?”

“Oh if you don’t show up to practice today they’re kicking you off the decathlon team, and make sure you get to class on time though,”

“Of course when have I ever been late,”

She gave me a look that had “really?” written all over it.

“Okay don’t answer that question but I’m going, now you need to get to class you have a test to take,”

I’d taken the test already because I had Harrison’s class on A day, but MJ wasn’t the type to cheat. She was smart enough and didn’t need my help.

She was very smart but she wasn’t smart enough to know the Push Pop wasn’t really a push pop at all.

It was a cart that I thought I’d lost. It was just hidden in an empty Push Pop. Nightmares made me stressed and I know the perfect way to relieve stress. I know many actually such as (good) sex, running, fighting, throwing knives at shit, and weed. Luckily for me this is the last one.

So here I was sitting in the back of the class by the farthest window away from Peter with a “Push Pop” in my mouth and my head down on the desk. I never really paid attention in class but today we were just watching some documentary so I didn’t have to.

One of the students office workers came in and gave a note to the teacher and I figured it was about the new student I heard some of the students talking about here and there. I didn’t think anything of it until.

Briana walked in behind Principal Morita. Briana was my best friend from elementary through middle school and the first half of freshman year before I switched schools. She acted... I didn’t wanna say ghetto but you could definitely tell she was from Melrose if you were from there. I can’t blame her with her dad being a leader to the local set and all.

The teacher told her to introduce herself to the class and she kept it short and sweet. Then she was told to find a seat. I waved her over and she sat next to me.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” She said.

I laughed

“As if, you’re the most extra person I know,” I said, taking another hit.

“First of all fuck you second of all give me a hit,” I smiled handing the “Push Pop” over to her.

”Don’t you dare get caught.”

She stuck her head under the table lightly blowing out her mouth then inhaling before the vapours could go too far out.

“So where you been at? Haven’t heard from you in a minute,”

“Been busy with school shit, but I’ve been around,” I responded taking the “Push Pop” from her again.

“How’s your dad?” She asked. I just gave her an incredulous look and went.

“How’s your dad,”

“Same old same old,”

We spent the rest of the class with her catching me up on the people from our crew and reminiscing. Also might be good to mention we finished half the cart. So I was bugging. We both were. I would not have remembered to go to the decathlon meeting if it weren’t for MJ reminding me again. I didn’t really care for the team. I was just an alternative and I was only doing it so I could pass Mr. Harrington’s class because of the extra credit.

Thank God Peter wasn't at the meeting. I hadn’t talken to him since we turned in our project last week. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to him per se. I could just feel myself getting closer to him and I didn't have time for more friends. Because everyone I end up loving leaves me. The more people you let into your life the more people you give the chance to leave. Seeing as I was ‘Thorn’ I probably shouldn’t get close to Spiderman anyway.

Flash was talking about Briana. He didn't say her name directly but I knew he was talking about her. Since he was talking about the new girl. He talked shit about everyone, so I don’t know why this made me as angry as it did. It just rubbed me the wrong way but it did. Seeing as I naturally gave zero fucks and had no impulse control. I definitely had way less control over myself when high. So before I knew it I’d punched him in the nose.

“Y/N!” Liz and MJ yelled simultaneously.

“What the fuck?” Flash screamed, holding his face.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fucking daddy’s money ass bitch,” I pointed in my face.

“Y/N enough, go to the office,” Mr. Harrington said.

I could hear Flash calling me crazy as I walked out the room. Which put a smile on my face. The weird thing about principals is that the more you get in trouble the more they like you and the less harsh your punishments. I only got a week of detention which wasn’t too bad but that stupid “so you got dentention” video of Captain America was gonna get extremely annoying.

I was right it’d only been two days and every time I heard it I wanted to rip my head off. By the third day Peter and MJ had both joined me.

MJ didn’t even actually have detention she never did; she just liked to “draw people in despair” or whatever it was that she said. Today she was drawing Peter. It was surprising to see him here. I was scrolling through tiktok. I was going to say something to him but what would I even say?

I grew some balls and I’d said hi. It was just small talk but we still spoke nonetheless. The week was going by so fucking fast. Tomorrow’s the day we’re going to Washington. I did have to spend a lot of my saved money though. I’d spoken to my sisters and they said dad was sober now and he wanted me to come home. Which I’m not sure if I believe. I mean I know he’s sober. I talked to him too but how long would that last. How many times has this happened before? I don’t have time to worry about him.

It seemed like I had only blinked and now I was on the bus to D.C. Now for the next couple of days I gotta stay in a hotel room. Nothing out of the ordinary for me, except now I get to stay with MJ and Bri. I don’t know how I managed to convince Mr. Harrington to let her come.

Peter had almost missed the bus but showed up last minute. Liz was drilling people and MJ was sitting near her participating so I had the seat to myself. Bri was behind me on facetime with her boyfriend who just happened to be my ex. None of it was awkward though since we only dated for like a week and decided we were better off as friends. If we were being honest I was so tired. I felt like shit. Listening to sad music when sad is a set routine of mine so I was listening to Violent Crimes and staring out the window before I knew it I had drifted off to sleep.

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Worlds Colliding (1)

concept: Spencer Reid x OC • NCIS x criminal minds

synopsis: Allison Gibbs returns from the navy only to end up on a long list of victims. Now the only hope of keeping her out of harms way and solving this case is a socially awkward doctor by the name of Spencer Reid.

A/N: this is the first time I’ve ever written on this app so please be kind, I’m soft 🥺

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[synopsis | ch.2]

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The house seemed significantly smaller than the last time she’d been there. Before her deployment she remembered it having a daunting air surrounding it - then again it made sense that things would seem different, nearly getting blown to pieces can really change a persons can outlook on life.

Slowly she turned the doorknob a half laugh falling from her lips. ‘Of course’ she thought to herself, what was she expecting? He hadn’t locked the front door since she was in grade school. ‘He’s never gonna change.’

The house was just as she’d left it. Well, minus the to-go boxes sitting on the kitchen table. Sighing she quickly disposed of them before dropping her duffel bag at the bottom of the stairs. Her father was no where to be seen, which only meant one of two things; either he was on a case, or he was holed up in the basement building god-knows-what.

Her boots thudded underneath her as she walked down the familiar wooden steps. She had yet to change out of her naval uniform. The familiar camouflage cargo pants and matching button up top had become like a second skin - one she was itching to rip off and shove into the back of her closet. God she really missed her sweatpants.

“Tony, I thought I told you-” her father stopped mid sentence as he spotted the familiar strawberry blonde. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in the sight of his daughter, “ally?”

Allison Gibbs smiled brightly, quickly snapping out of her thoughts. “Hey, dad.” Her voice muffled under the fabric of her fathers shirt as he pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

“I thought you weren’t due back home for another few months.”

The strawberry blonde nodded as he released her. “yeah, the date got moved up last minute.”

Gibbs sighed, “well, why didn’t you call and tell me?”

“It would’ve ruined the surprise.” Allison answered smiling as if it were obvious.

Her father simply sighed, failing to hide his smile. “Well, if i had known I would’ve cooked. Do you want me to order you takeout or something?”

Allison shook her head, “dad, I’m fine.” The blonde then stopped as she realized she was not fine. She could practically smell herself - when was the last tome I showered? “I’m just gonna go take a shower.”

Gibbs nodded going back to whatever he was working on when she’d walked in. He wanted to go spend the rest of the night with her but he, better then anyone, knew what it was like coming home from deployment. If Allison was anything like him she probably wouldn’t even leave her bed tomorrow.

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It was midday by the time Allison woke up the next morning. Rubbing her eyes she nearly tripped down the stairs before using the wall to steady herself. “Dad?” The strawberry blonde called as she looked around the house. He was gone. ‘Work’ the realization hit her quickly, another thought soon following. ‘What am I supposed to do all day.’

Her life practically revolved around her father and the navy. Growing up she was home schooled and forced to go to work everyday with her extremely overprotective parent. After that she focused all her energy on college studying psychology and foreign language. Then she joined the navy and began training for the time when she’d be deployed. Now she was home and completely lost on what she was supposed to do.

Sighing she dragged herself into the kitchen an idea quickly coming to her: she could bring her father lunch. At first she was unsure but the more she thought about it the more it cemented in her mind. She could killed two birds with one stone, make sure her father eats, and visit her family (her fathers coworkers).

Quickly she put together a ham and cheese sandwich - she was not a housewife and honestly a dog probably wouldn’t even eat the monstrosity she dared call a sandwich. Still, it was her best excuse of going to the navy yard and making herself feel useful.

She took the bus, something she had actually never done before. Just overprotective dad things. The ride to the navy yard was short and before she knew it she was smiling at the man sitting behind the front desk.

“Ally? Is that you?”

The strawberry blonde smiled brightly, “nice to see you again, Harris. I’m just bringing my dad lunch.”

Harris has been the security guard working the front desk and checking I.D.’s since Allison was in grade school. He never forgot a face and he sure as hell never forgot her. Sometimes she’d just sit at his desk with him and color - that was only when her father and his coworkers were out on a case though.

“Good to have you back.” Harris called out, Allison sending him a nod as the elevator doors closed.

Her foot tapped in anticipation as she watched the numbers change before her. Soon the number ‘8’ lite up and the strawberry blonde had to keep herself from running towards the bullpen where her father and his coworkers would surely be.

As she approached only two people seemed to be working - well, make that one - Timothy McGee. He’d only joined her fathers team four years ago when Allison was completing her time at college. They quickly became friends and he was a lot like a brother to her.

The other two people sitting at there desks were Anthony Dinozzo and Ziva David. Tony has always been like an older brother to Allison, he joined her fathers team long before tim, when she was around fifteen. Ziva on the other hand joined a year after agent McGee to replace Caitlin Todd, an agent killed on a case. Luckily for Allison the two were too engrossed in an arguement to notice her - this gave her the chance to jump scare them.

Smirking the strawberry blonde crept behind Tony’s desk, making sure that ziva hadn’t seen her - McGee had his face in his computer and a bomb going off probably wouldn’t have distracted him. How he was able to focus so well was beyond the girl.

“Boo!” Allison yelled causing Tony to scream resembling that of a little girl before falling out of his desk chair.

Ziva burst into laughter her face lighting up at the sight of his boss’ daughter. “Allison!” She’d always thought of her as a little sister, someone who could relate to her. They’d both lost their own sisters and in a way filled that hole in their hearts for each other.

Allison returned Ziva a bone crushing hug the two girls staying like that until the sound of Dinozzo clearing his throat pulled them apart. “Great, little Gibbs is back. And here I was getting use to the quiet.”

“Hey!” Allison’s jaw fell slack in shock and mock offense.

Tony rolled his eyes before motioning for her to come give him a hug as well. That’s how their relationship was - they’d spit sarcastic remarks back and forth but in the end they were family.

McGee was pulled away from his computer as Allison wrapped him into a hug. “How was Iraq?” Tim asked genuinely curious as to how her first deployment went.

“I’m not dead so.” Quickly Allison stoped herself from making anymore dark humored jokes. It had always been a way for her to cope with things but it also made them seem unreal. She seriously needed to stop detaching herself from reality and see a therapist. “It was good, we didn’t lose anyone over there but it’s wierd being back. I just don’t have anything to do.”

“So you decide to distract my team from solving this case?” Her father spoke up from behind her as he walked in - coffee in hand.

A few mumbled: ‘sorry boss’ were heard as Ziva, Tony, and McGee took their seats but Allison just gave her father an innocent smile. “No, I decided to bring you lunch.”

Dinozzos eyes widened from where he sat at his desk, “you cooked?”

“Yeah, I’m a great cook.”

Her father looked into the brown paper bag his daughter had handed him before looking back up to meet her gaze. “What is this supposed to be? Tuna?”

“No!” Allison replied, “it’s a ham and cheese sandwich.”

Gibbs sighed giving his daughter an ‘are you serious’ look.

The strawberry blonde sighed, “fine, I just didn’t know what else to do. I was bored!”

Her father sighed, letting it slide this time before turning back to his agents. “What do you got?” He knew how hard it was to reintegrate back into society after deployment. Either way, she was safer at the office with him then out doing god-knows-What.

Dinozzo was the first to speak: “Lucy Friar. 26. Joined the marines out of high school, just got back from her third deployment.”

“Anything connecting her to the last three victims?” Gibbs asked glancing to McGee for the answer.

“Aside from the obvious - being a women in the marines and torture before being strangled - no.”

Ziva sighed as she grabbed the clicker out of dinozzos hand. On the screen appeared the personal badges of three women - each was different in height, weight, hair color, and eye color. “I don’t get it, they’re all different. The only thing these women had in common was that, well, they were women.”

“Maybes that’s the connection.” Allison spoke up. She’d been helping them solve cases since middle school, despite her father discouraging her input she still tried to help. “Psychologically speaking it makes sense. The killer doesn’t believe women belong in the marines - he has a mysogynistic mind set. He’s probably a white male in his mid to late thirties with some sort of personal connection to the marines specifically. He feels, almost, offended that they women are allowed to join.”

The room was silent as they stared at the girl. Allison looked around watching as her fathers eyebrows raised waiting for her to finish. “But, I’m not a profiler.” The strawberry blonde added on becoming slightly less confident in her statement.

Gibbs sighed, “does Abby know your back? Why don’t you go say hi to her.”

Allison stared at her father in shock, “you do realize I’m not some child who you can just send down to Abby when I try to help you with a case, right?”

“Allison.”

At the use of her full name the strawberry blonde mumbled a, ‘fine’ under her breathe before walking towards the elevator.

Abbys lab was on the bottom floor and upon walking in the women spun around and greeted her, only she didn’t know she was greeting her. “Gibbs, I just processed the evidence. I’m good but not that good-”

“Not Gibbs.” Allison corrected, pausing as she realized, technically, she was Gibbs. “Well, not that Gibbs.”

“Ally!” Abby squealed wrapping the shorter girl into a bone crushing hug.

Allison’s eyes widened as her friend continued to tightly hug her. “Ab-Abby... can’t.... breathe.”

“Oh, sorry.” The raven haired women replied pulling away with a smile. “When did you get back?”

“Last night.”

“And you didn’t call me?”

Allison laughed softly, she always felt really loved when she was at her fathers work. This was her family and Abby was like an older sister - just a really overly energetic goth one. “I was tired. I didn’t even get back to my house until midnight.”

Abby sighed, “okay, well then your stuck down here spending the rest of the day with me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Allison laughed, as Abby passed her the extra Caf-pow that sat in her freezer. Cat-Pow was a lot like an energy drink just stronger and the amount of caffeine alone had Allison cringing. “God, I forgot how strong this stuff was.”

“Abby, what do you got?” Gibbs’ voice caught the two girls attention. Abby was quick to turn back to her computer pulling up an almost blank screen. “What’s that?”

“Nothing.” Abby replied, “because that’s what I’ve got, nothing.”

Gibbs sighed, “what do you mean?”

“This guy is good, okay?” Abby walked over to the few evidence bags piled onto the metal table pulling them out. “He hasn’t left behind any forensic evidence connecting to himself. All I can tell you is how she was killed, which is exactly what ducky will tell you.”

“Okay, so how was she killed?”

“The tortures the same as the last three victims.” Abby answered clicking a button on her keyboard as a second screen popped up. “All were raped and beaten with a belt - the belt can be found at any retail clothing store, I already ran the marking through everything I could. Then they were all strangled, that was done by the killer.”

Allison glanced at her father, “how long have you been on this case?”

“Seven months.”

“Maybe you should call in some help.” Allison replied, “naval women - the people I fight alongside of are dying. Maybe call in the real profilers, they might stand a chance at catching this guy.”

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A/N: the BAU will be introduced in hopefully the next chapter I just wanted to give some background information and introduce these characters. I only know what I’ve heard from family about coming back from deployment (two of my uncles served and this is what they told me it was like for them). I’m sorry if anything’s wrong or there’s incorrect information as you can also see I’m not the best at keeping characters in character and I feel like this could’ve been better but... idk I’m ranting.

#dr. spencer reid #spencer reid #mgg #mark harmon #ncis #ncis reader insert #ncis fanfiction #abby sciuto #ziva david #tony dinozzo #tim mcgee #leroy jethro gibbs #fanfic

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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Reggie//Heartbroken (part 4)

part 1

“Who’s pregnant?” Sweet Pea repeats.

“I-”

“Me!” Reggie interrupts and the three of you look at him. “I am! Surprise?”

“What?” You, Josie and Sweet Pea say at the same time. Sweet Pea and Josie are staring at him like he’s just said the stupidest thing in the world (which he had), and you were looking at the floor, trying and failing to will your tears away. There was no way you were gonna cry in front of Sweet Pea, and definitely no way you were going to cry in front of Josie. No matter how hormonal you were.

“Okay?” Sweet Pea sighs. “What exactly is going on?” He asks you. You and Reggie make eye contact and you know you have a choice to make. Its now or never.

“Sweet Pea. Sit down.” You point towards the bed and he looks at you confused. “Please.” You add quietly and he nods, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“We should leave.” Reggie says loudly and Josie looks at him confused.

“Whats goin-”

“Come on.” Reggie grabs her arm, pulling her out of the room. You can hear the two of them bickering until the bedroom door closes and that makes you feel a little better, until you look at Sweet Pea, sitting on the bed staring at you expectantly.

“Okay.” You start, sitting beside him. “Do you know how we used to...”

“Date?” He answers for you.

“Wow. I’m surprised you remembered after you dropped me so hard for your ex.”

“Y/n.” He says, his tone is low and you can tell he’s annoyed. He used to use that tone when you would fight, or when you would tease him, or when he broke your heart.

“Right, yeah. Sorry.” You shake your head, snapping out of your thoughts. Now is not the time to have a pity party. “Anyway. The thing is...is.” You take a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” His jaw drops and tears start streaming down your face. Sweet Pea just stares at the wall in front of him, his mouth agape as he plays with his fingers. The last time you say him do that was just before he broke up with you, and the time before that was when he told you he loved your for the first time. “Shit.”

“Thats er, thats not it.”

“Y/n.” He looks at you. “Please don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”

“It could be Reggi-”

“Y/n!” She shouts making you flinch. “How could you sleep with him? Him of all people? I knew there was something going on with you two, but I just didn’t want to believe it.”

“Me?!” You reply, just as loudly. “You’re the one that stole his girlfriend.”

“I didn’t steal his girlfriend.” Sweet Pea stands up. “He stole mine.”

“No he didn’t steal me. God you’re an idiot.” You retort, also standing up. “Why do you get to be mad at me after you dumped me for your ex?”

“That doesn’t mean anything.” He shook his head. “You slept with Mantle. And you let him knock you up.”

“Hey! What the hell. You left me for my ex.”

“I’m sharing a kid with Reggie!”

“I loved you!” You shout back and he instantly goes quiet. The two of you stare at each other, unmoving and out of breath.

“Y/n.” Reggie’s voice cuts through the tension and the two of you jump. “You need to sit down.” He places his hands on your shoulders gently pushing you to sit on the bed. He sits beside you, grabbing your hand and squeezes. “Everything's gonna be okay.” He whispers in your ear. “I promised didn’t I?”

“This is too much.” Sweet Pea shakes his head.

“Sweet Pea.” You plead. “Please.” You add, trying to grab his hand, but he pushes your arm away and walks out. Josie tries to reach out to him but he just moves around her too, walking back out into the party. Your sobs are the only thing that can be heard echoing through the room and Josie and Reggie share a look.

“Come on Y/n. I’ll take you home.” He helps you up off the sofa, grabbing your jacket and bag before leading you out the room.

“Can you give me a lift too?” Josie asks quietly. “Sweet Pea was my ride.”

“Errrr.” Reggie starts.

“Yeah sure.” You shrug. Josie and Reggie look at you confused, but right now, you couldn’t care less who gets in the car with you. You just want to go home and be sad. “You’re house is on the way to mine anyway.”

“...thanks.” She mumbles and follows the two of you out.

“Sweet Pea’s an ass.” Reggie nudges you once you get into the car. The two of you smile softly at each other before he starts the car.

As soon as you pull up to Josie’s house, she’s already grabbing her things and jumping out the car as quickly as possible.

“Thanks for the ride guys.” She smiles at the two of you awkwardly and you both mirror it. “And congratulations Y/n.”

“Thanks.” You mumble.

“Seriously, you’re gonna be a great mom. And if there’s anything you need I’m always here. I know things are a bit awkward bu-”

“You stole my boyfriend.” You interrupt.

“You’re pregnant and the two possible fathers are my ex and my current boyfriend.” She replies and the two of you stare at each other. Its silent for a few seconds until you see her facade crack and the two of you burst into laughter.

“Thanks again for the ride.”

“Hey Josie?” You ask and she turns back to face you.

“Yeah?”

“Could you maybe not tell anyone about this?”

“Sure.” She smiles kindly at you and you give her a grateful nod.

Reggie backs out of the drive and you both send her a wave. “Do you really think she’s not gonna say anything?”

“Eh.” Reggie shrugs. “She may have broke my heart, but she knows how to keep a secret.”

“Aww. She also knows about your love for Just Dance?”

“Shut up.” He laughs and for a split second you feel happy again, like you did before you needed to puke. And then you remember, the almost kiss. Everything happened so quick with Sweet Pea that you completely forgot that you and Reggie almost made out. You wonder if he remembers, if he’s even thought about it (its the only thing thats been going through his mind).

And then he’s pulling into your drive and your thoughts disappear.

“Here we are.” He drums softly on the steering wheel and you stare at your house. All the lights are off and you know your dad is going to kill you if he wakes up. But then again, he’s gonna kill you when he finds out he’s going to be a grandparent, so whats one late night?

You almost don’t want to leave. You’ve felt safe with Reggie. Which is something you never expected to say. But the way he’s stepped up to look after you and the baby, and the fact that he didn’t hit Sweet Pea as soon as they were in the same room has made you respect him, and also kind of like him.

Actually you more than kind of like him. You’re falling for him more every day, even if he is an idiot. After Sweet Pea broke your heart you didn’t think you’d ever feel whole again. You gave your entire heart and soul to this one person, who just threw it back at you. The person that you thought you would spend the rest of your life...even start a family with, just left you, after promising you the world. And you didn’t think you’d ever get over that.

But then you and Reggie slept together, and then you found out you were pregnant. And now you’ve been spending more time with Reggie than you ever thought you would and you’re enjoying yourself. Even if you’re pregnant with his/Sweet Pea’s child.

Damn, you like him.

“Do you need me to walk you to the door?” He asks, breaking the silence making your tear your gaze away from your house.

“I think I’ll be okay.” You reply and he nods, looking at his fingers. “But thanks. And thank you for making my night better. It was the best party ever.” You smile at him and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Ever?”

“Yep.” You nod.

“Really?”

“Okay. Maybe not ever.” You laugh softly. “But its definitely up there.”

“I’m glad you had fun. I mean before Sweet Pea showed up.”

“Yeahhhh.” You trail off and he curses at himself.

“Sorry I brought it up.”

“No, its fine.” You shake your head quickly. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Yeah. Totally. I’ll look forward to it. Stay safe, the two of you.” He quickly glances at your stomach and your hand grazes over it.

“We will.” You mock salute making him chuckle. “I’ll wrap myself in cotton wool if it’ll make you feel better.”

“It would actually.”

“Well, thats my Friday plans sorted.” You say and open the door.

“Y/n?” He says quickly and you turn back to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Can I, er. Can I kiss you?” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours and you smile.

“Yeah.” You nod and his smile widens. Slowly he closes the gap, and his lips move against yours, much softer than you remember the first time. But as soon as he’s kissed you, he pulls away and you stare at him confused and annoyed. “What?”

“I thought I heard something outside.” He whispers and your heartbeat picks up. Your hand instantly goes to your stomach and you pray to every god ever that you’re not going to die.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Yes.” He nods quickly and you sigh. “Just, stay here okay?”

“Are you mad?” You whisper yell.

“Well, I’m not gonna let you go out there am I?”

“Reg.”

“I’ll be fine. Just stay in here and lock the doors.” He reassures you before getting out of the car and closing it quietly. You watch him walk up your porch until he’s hidden by a tree. Two minutes later he returns shaking his head, and then you see a shadow follow him and your heart drops to your stomach.

“Reggie!” You shout, waving your arms about. He opens the door and you’re instantly calmed by his annoyed, and still alive face.

“Its for you.” He sighs and looks behind him.

“What?” You ask, following his gaze. “Sweet Pea?”

“I’ll see you on Monday Y/n.” Reggie says and gets into the car.

“Okay.” You nod and get out. You can hear Reggie driving away as you make your way towards Sweet Pea. He’s stood at the bottom of your porch, his hands shoved into his pockets and you roll your eyes.

“Were you two just kissing?” He asks making you glare at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

“If my parents catch you out here they’ll flip. My dad already hates your guts.”

“He’s gonna love me even more when he finds out you’re carrying my child...potentially.” He glances to your stomach and your eyes widen, moving towards him quickly and placing a hand over his mouth.

“Keep your voice down!”

“You’re parents don’t know yet?” His voice is muffled by your hand but you quickly pull away after he licks it, making you pull a face.

“Gross.” You mumble and wipe your hand on his shirt. “What do you think? They barely accepted you. How do you think they’ll react when I tell them that they’re seventeen year old daughter is pregnant and she doesn’t know who the father is.”

“Yeah, fair enough.” He shrugs. “Just, can I come in?”

“Fine.” You reluctantly agree. “Go round the back and I’ll open the window. Just be quiet.”

“Always.” He winks and you roll your eyes before unlocking the door. You sneak past your parents room as quietly as possible before running into your room and turning the TV on. You open your window just as Sweet Pea makes it to the ledge and he climbs through, knocking over several items including a very expensive lamp. It falls to the floor with a loud thud and the two of you freeze, waiting to hear movement from across the hall. When nothing happens the two of you start to move again and you glare at Sweet Pea. “Just like old times.” He winks again and your eyes roll for what feels like the thousandth time this night. Boys...

“That lamp wasn’t always there.”

“Well you’re the only person who would sneak through my window. I didn’t see the point of keeping it clear anymore.”

“Do you not want to keep it clear for Mantle.” He sneers.

“Really? This again? I thought you came here to talk.”

“Yeah. I did. Sorry. So...how are you?”

“I’m good.” You nod, sitting on your bed. “How are you?”

“Good.” He replies, sitting beside you.

“Thats good.”

“Soooooo...” He trails off and the two of you stare at the wall.

“So?”

“How-hows the baby?” He stutters and you look at him surprised.

“Err. Good. It was my first scan today. Thats why Reggie threw that party. We’re both healthy, and there’s definitely something in there. We tried to figure out who the father was but the dates are too close so we’ll just have to wait.”

“Until?” He asks and you stare at him. Sometimes you wonder what you ever saw in him.

“Its born.”

“Oh. Right, yeah. When you say we?”

“Me, the sonographer and Reggie.”

“Right.” He nods. He says right a lot more now. Maybe thats got something to do with Josie. You make a mental note to ask Reggie about that the next time you see him. “And you’re definitely...”

“Keeping it?” You finish. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” He nods, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Just checking. Your body, your choice and that.”

“Thanks.” You say, a small smile spreading over your lips.

“Can I-”

“Be part of its life? Yeah, of course, if you want. But right now I have bigger problems to deal with so if you could make you're decision quickly, that would be great.” You say rather quickly and he giggles softly. “What?” You ask, looking at him confused.

“I was gonna say, can I look at the scan, but sure, that too.”

“Oh. Right, yeah.” You laugh. Great, now you’re saying right. Maybe it isn’t Josie. You lean over your bed to get your bag and pull the photo from your purse handing it to him carefully.

“Holy shit.” He breaths. His fingers gently grazing over the photo and a soft smile makes its way onto his lips. “Is this real?”

“Very.”

“That could be my kid. I might be a dad. Am I ready for this?”

“No.” You state simply and he stares at you wide-eyed and panicking.

“What?!”

“But, neither am I.” You nudge him softly. “And neither is Reggie so I suppose thats okay. I’m sure the three of us will collectively make one functioning adult.”

“How are you so calm about this. You’re life has been flipped upside down in a matter of a few days.”

“Believe it or not, I’m not. I’m freaking out on the inside. Occasionally on the outside too. I don’t know what I’m doing or how I’m gonna cope or anything.”

“Errr. You okay?” He asks. “Do I need to call Reggie or something?”

“Nah. I’m good.” You reply and lie down, your calm tone surprising yourself as well as Sweet Pea.

“Good?” He asks, looking you up and down. “That speech is good?”

“Do you want my to ring Reggie for you?” You ask him and he rolls his eyes.

“I’d rather talk to your dad.” He replies making you chuckle.

“I think everything’s gonna be okay.” You say and he joins you, the two of you staring up at the ceiling.

“How do you know?” He asks, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I don’t.” You shrug. “But we have to hope I suppose. Otherwise what else do we have?”

“How are you so wise.”

“That wasn’t me actually.” You reply and his eyebrows furrow. “Reggie.” You answer his silent question and he grimaces.

“Oh Jesus Christ. We’re gonna need more than hope. We’re gonna need a fucking miracle.”

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baekhyub · 5 years ago

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It’s different - Mark Lee

warnings : car sex, fluff

Alternative Universe Mark Lee Best Friends To Lovers AU!

You and Mark had always been good friends ever since you’d met . You made him when you first joined high school and from then you instantly clicked when you began talking to him as he was the locker next to you

Not to be mean or anything but mark and I have always been at different “social standards” as people awfully would call these days and all my friends would tease me for hanging out with him even though I loved hanging out with Mark more than anyone in the world

He knows everything about me

He knows what i like

He knows what I love

What’s my favourite food

My favourite show

My favourite movie

My favourite words

Basically everything we get each other and i love it but no one else understands it usually calling us a “weird pairing”

I remember when we turned 16 we would always go to the drive in movie theatre and it was so cute but I remember the first time I was really nervous , do I cuddle him ? Or not , do we share snacks or not? Is that just a couple thing

I always turned away the idea that I ever had a crush on mark but I only realised it when he wasn’t around me anymore

We graduated school and promised to talk to each other every day

We went to two different universities in two different places

Sure we talked for a few days but soon after everything stopped

No texts

No FaceTime

No phone calls

No meet ups

That was it

A few months back I tried texting him but someone replied saying they didn’t know who I was and I found out he’d changed his number

I tried to find him on Instagram but i can’t

So I eventually gave up and officially got not so much mad but quite upset at the fact he done that to me

The next week i decide to take a trip back home and I’ve never been more excited to see my family I haven’t seen them in so long being away in a different country for uni

When I arrive I greet everyone and it really truly does feel like home

I decide to hop in my car and drive round the neighbourhood

As I’m driving I lose track of where I am and as I look around I realise I’m in marks street where he lived I notice all the houses and trees in the exact spot from when I used to come to visit mark usually taking the bus and finally I reach marks house . I stop outside and look for a minute reminiscing the past and how much fun we would have together for basically nothing I start to tear up but quickly wipe away my tears , why am I so affected by this he’s just a stupid boy

When I am getting ready to drive away that’s when I see him

He walks out his house

He has blonde hair now he must of dyed it

He’s wearing a shirt with a black denim jacket and black ripped jeans with a nice pair of boots but where is his glasses he would always wear ?

He looks good he looks really good, better than I remember

I’m considering going out to see him

Is that weird ?

We haven’t spoke in a very long time

Does he even remember me ?

And he walks back in his house after getting something out his car

I decide I’m gonna do this what’s the worst that could happen , we’re older now and more mature

I park my car and I nervously step out

I come to his fence and pause for a second contemplating if I should really do this

I decide yes just do it

I open the gate and walk up the steps and finally I am on his porch for the first time in 5 years

I knock the door and I stand there nervously

fumbling with my own hands and then becoming sweaty out of my nerves

I feel my heart beat out of my chest as I hear him walking towards the door

He opens it rather quickly and then looks at me for a second and then goes

“Y/N OH MY GOD HI”

He practically shouts before leaning in to give me a hug

I hesitate for a second before deciding to hug him back

“I’ve not seen you in forever Mark”

“Yeah i know it’s been a long long time”

“You changed your number” I asked with a slight show of annoyance in my voice making sure he would understand

“Oh yeah sorry I got a new contract for my phone and everything and I couldn’t message you any way to tell you I had a new number so sorry”

“I was really hurt about that you know”

“y/n I’m so sorry, please let me make it up to you”

“how can you make up ignoring someone for 5 years”

“You’re right thats not forgivable” he pauses for a minute, the air silent and things starting to be awkward

until he finally speaks up again

“Wanna go see a movie”

“At the drive in” ?

“Yes at the drive in”

“It’s still open”?

“Yes I actually checked yesterday that’s when i got back”

“You checked why”

“Just to remember old times you know”

“I get you”

“So tonight for the movie”

“Yes that sounds great”

“I’ll pick you up later”

“See you”

I rushed to my car I was excited? nervous? kinda scared? I don’t know how I feel I have mixed emotions right now

It was finally later on in the evening and Mark should be coming to pick me up soon

I wore a pair of leggings and an oversized jumper with some trainers but did my makeup nice

Just as I finished applying my lipgloss I heard a knock on my door...it must be him

I quickly grab my bag and head to the door

“Hey”

“Hey y/n you look nice”

“Oh it’s nothing”

I closed and locked the door behind me and I got into his car which was definitely upgraded from when what he would drive when we were in high school

we arrived at the drive in still as busy as ever and parked in our spot, it was a horror movie, Mark and I’s favourite

he reclined the chairs back and we sat down together in the back seat feat up on the chairs in front

We already brought snacks from both sides and had them placed in front of us

As the movie began me and mark didn’t really talk

Both of us definitely too nervous to speak

But I decided to crack the ice

“Feels weird doesn’t it”

“Yeah it does, feels like yesterday we were 16, I miss those days”

“Me too , so much, you don’t understand”

“You know I literally loved you y/n”

“I love you too mark your my best friend”

“No” he laughed “I had the biggest crush on you”

I went bright red “oh really”

“Yes i would die every time we hung out”

“That’s funny”

“Sorry are you weirded out by that, damn I knew I shouldn’t of said anything”

“No Mark It’s funny because I really liked you too”

“REALLY”

“Yes dummy I always liked you I can’t tell you how devastated I was when we didn’t talk anymore it broke my heart”

“Me too y/n but I thought the only way would be to distance my self from you so it would hurt less and it worked for a while but now I’m back here” mark paused for a moment to hold my hand, “I’m back here with you in the drive in, our place, where we would spend countless weekends and we would sit here and cuddle and talk about everything together”

“Mark”

“Yeah” he leaned in and looked down at my lips

I looked down at his before looking into his eyes and then I closed my eyes and kissed him , I finally did it I’m kissing Mark Lee, my crush since forever, the moment feels unreal, my dreams coming true

He pulls away and then pulls me onto his lap

I sit on top of him kissing him more roughly and I start grinding down onto him(feeling confident) he grabbed onto my hips and starting rocking me back and forth against him until I felt him go hard through his tight ripped jeans he threw his head back onto the window on the back seat and I took this opportunity to kiss up his throat and I started to bite leaving hickeys down his neck “fuck y/n”

He sat up and lifted his shirt over his head and he did the same with me, lifting my jumper off and then quickly un doing my bra and my nipples went hard instantly as they hit the cold mark leaned forwards and started to bite my right nipple and then sucked on it making me whine he then did the same with my left driving me insane

He started to leave hickeys down the valley of my breasts and then trails kisses until he reaches my mouth again kissing me passionately

“I want you to ride my baby girl but we gotta be quiet”

“Okay” I reply quickly wanting to get into it

Mark helps me taking my leggings and underwear off, not caring who sees, and then I help him take his jeans off , as soon as they are off I start palming him through his underwear and I can see he is already wet leaking pre cum

“Fuck y/n stop teasing and take them off”

I take them off painfully slow just to tease him even more

I run my hand down his length and lightly squeeze him before I line myself up with his length

“Are you ready”

“I have been for a long time”

I slide down onto him moaning when he finally fits all the way in

I start to bounce on his dick gradually getting faster as I grip onto the headrest for support

Mark and I moan in sync but we’re trying to be as quiet as we can trying to make sure no one can hear us

Mark reached his hand out and starts to rub my clit and that’s when my hips twitch and I lose my fast pace

“FUCK MARK” I say as quietly as I can

He starts to rub faster trying to make me cum

“I’m gonna cum mark”

“Try told it in for a bit longer”

“I don’t know if I can”

Just then mark takes his hand away and grabs onto my hips fucking up into to me to try chase his own release

I start to clench around him really starting to give up

“Okay cum now”

I cum all over his dick and he pulls out and cums on my stomach pumping his length to get the last bits out

Luckily mark had towels so we cleaned ourselves up and got changed by the time we done that the movie had come to an end and we left to drive back to his house

“Well that was the best time I’ve ever had there”

“Not for me” I smirk

“WHAT how, was I not good enough”

Mark was concerned but I was laughing just teasing him

“My favourite time is when you got out the car and tripped in the mud , you were COVERED it was absolutely hilarious”

“IT WAS NOT”

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marvinswriting · 4 years ago

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the walls I built

this is for soy and that one anon who requested mean damian. you can tell which part is meant for who. whoops g/t mean girls

I knew I shouldn't have come into the courtyard to eat.

But the tiny cafeteria was crowded, and well- the giant one wasn't a choice.

But I would have opted for a bathroom stall over this.

"Why are you guys here." I try to keep my voice brave and level as I put my sketchbook away but neither giant in front of me seems to be buying it.

"Regina sent us, of course." Cady said. Damian just smiled.

"Please leave me alone." I don't bother fighting them. I don't have the energy to. My voice is soft and defeated and it should feel humiliating but I'm just too tired to care.

"Why would we do that?" Damian asks.

Why would you do that?

Oh, I dunno-

-maybe it's because we used to be friends?

Maybe because I thought you cared?

"Because you've already ruined my life! Twice now, I've lost everything. The people I cared about turned and made my life misery!" Both giants step back a bit at my lash out. Tears prick at my eyes as the sudden burst of anger fades. "So you could maybe give me one lunch period in peace."

Something registers on Cady's face but I can't read it. It doesn't feel very reassuring. "C'mon Damian. Let's leave space dyke be. We tried to be nice and talk to her. She just yelled at us like a bitch. Let's leave."

Cady grabbed Damian's arm and began to walk away, but Damian didn't move.

"Damian," Cady repeated. "We should go."

"No."

"I'm sorry?"

Unless it was Regina yelling at her friends, I never saw two plastics fight.

They always agreed and always acted under Regina's terms.

For Cady to pull away and leave-

I almost forgot what they were fighting about until the giants turned their attention back to me.

"Why don't you want to talk to us, Janis?" Damian asked. If I didn't know better, I think the concern laced into his features was real.

I felt cornered under the gaze of what was once my best friend. Somebody who was once my rock that I could always count on to be there. Somebody I could turn to and somebody I could trust. "I want to be left alone right now." Tears threatened to spill down my face and my voice was pathetically quiet.

"You heard her-" Cady tugged at his arm again. "It's not worth it here, Damian. C'mon I want lunch at some point today."

"Fine. We'll get you your lunch." Damian rolled his eyes. "Hey, Jan? You wanna come with?" He asks, feigning innocence.

"No, but thanks for the offer," I say, matching his sickly sweet tone.

"Oh come on! It will be fun! Cady, you want cheese fries?"

"I want to leave, actually."

Damian ignores her in favor of stepping closer to me. "C'mon Janis. It'll be just like the good old days. We can eat lunch together and chat. I'm sure Regina will be thrilled to see you." Damian reaches out and I instantly take several steps back, trying to keep the minimal distance we already have between us.

But I'm not fast enough.

I'm never fucking fast enough, huh.

Just before Damian can touch me, Cady's hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist.

I flinch backward at the sudden movement, holding my sketchbook close to my chest- like that will do anything to defend me.

"I said, we're leaving."

I was still shaking as I watched them walk away, Damian huffing about whatever Cady's problem was.

My pencil twirled idly between my fingers as I sat in my last period class of the day. I skipped all my giant classes, as I do regularly now, and zoned out in all my tiny once. Like this one. Can you blame me? I'm still trying to wrap my head around the events from lunch.

Regina's new favorite thing to do was send Cady and Damian to torment me instead of doing it herself.

It hurt more that way.

Regina knew that.

But my mind kept going back to Cady's odd behavior.

She wanted to get out of the courtyard so badly. But I wasn't in an ‘oh I can't be seen around Space Dyke’ way. It was different.

I couldn't figure out if that different was good or bad.

Damian on the other hand seemed more than willing to act on Reginas ordered.

My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach.

Every day, Damian got less and less hesitant to be a bitch. He started having more and more fun in it.

Just like Gretchen at the begging- way back in eighth grade- and look at how she treats me now.

My phone buzzes, a message from a contact I thought I deleted, a number I could have sworn I blocked.

Hey, it's Cady. Please meet me at the pickup zone after school? It's just gonna be me. Nobody else. I swear.

I scoff, flipping my phone over. Yeah, that doesn't sound suspicious. At all.

My initial reaction is hell fucking no, but of course, the more I think about it, the more I start to consider.

That's often the case with Cady.

Even when Damian and I first met her.

I mean, there was a solid hour I had to wait and do nothing.

Maybe Cady will tell me why she was acting weird at lunch.

Or maybe I get attacked by four and one-sixteenth plastics who all hate me.

The bell rings as I make my decision.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to show up."

"I wasn't sure if I would either," I say stepping out onto the platform.

Just as Cady had said, there were no other plastics. I wasn't sure if being totally isolated with a giant made me feel better or worse.

"About lunch today-" Cady starts. I stiffen, ready to be slammed with slurs and insults. "I'm sorry."

Out of everything I expected, that wasn't it.

Cady looks away but continues talking. "I realized that it was wrong, to treat you like that. To treat anyone like that." She sighs. "I do so much to stay liked by Regina. But I'm hates and feared by everyone else. I don't want to be feared." Cady looks at her hands with mild disgust. "It's not worth it for the approval of one person."

We're silent for a while because I'm not sure if she has more to add.

When I think Cady's done, I speak. "It uh- sounds like you're going through your own little crisis. I don't really know how to help there but, thanks for apologizing."

Cady looks at me and I notice tears in her eyes.

I'm starting to get the feeling this episode of guilt didn't just start today.

"I miss you, Janis. So much. And I know I have no right to ask this for a second time, and I have no excuses for the way I've treated you. You don't even have to forgive me. But I can't deal knowing that you hate me and may even be scared of me. So I really am sorry. And I hope you can accept my apology."

"I-"

"You don't have to accept it now!" Cady backtracks quickly. "Or ever, actually. I was a shit person. I know that. But- I want you to know that I don't want to be. I don't want to be this plastic who's terrifying and will hurt anyone. And I don't know how to show that to you, but I promise I'm genuine."

I shift on my feet. Every part of me wants to believe Cady. But promises and nice words don't mean much anymore. Not after Cady left with Damian close behind. "I'll keep it in mind," I say with an awkward smile. "Thank you for earlier, though."

"Of course." Cady smiles. "And- just know I'm here. If you need a ride to class or somebody to drive you home- it's the least I could do. I know if I want to prove that I'm sorry I have a lot to work up from, but I want to do it."

I couldn't help the grin that found its way to my face. The optimism and good nature sounded just like the Cady Damian and I met in the bathroom on the first day of school. The Cady I missed.

"I'll text you if I need help," I say, with a nod. "I'm gonna go wait for the bus now, but thank you, Cady."

"Of course." She said with a small smile. "Thank you for hearing me out."

Our conversation replayed through my head as I walked away.

I didn't want to trust Cady again, at least not yet.

But there was something about that girl from Africa. No matter what happened, my walls always crumbled around her.

Maybe I wouldn't work so hard to build them up again.

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years ago

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: [So, AM before community service vibe, hit me with it] Jimmy: [I think he made her breakfast but he didn't make her breakfast in a cute way he just like threw it at her lowkey and all his focus is on the kids and Twix so even if he brought it to her in his room which he probably would, he was just like straight in and straight out with nothing to say] Janis: [which she'd probably brush off as just that tbh 'cos not a dick and already knows he lowkey does everything for them, so she's not gonna be fully freaked out as of yet even if it's a bit awkward, they sometimes can be still at this point so it'd be like oh but not OH yet] Jimmy: [we all know he's not a chatty kathy and neither of you are looking forward to community service so yeah it's just like okay but then he's also not saying a word on this bus/train whatever they are using to get their ride] Janis: [and there's no not noticing that] Jimmy: [like he's probably got headphones on and he hasn't shared/ is drawing the whole time etc be more of an antisocial teen I dare you] Janis: [like she'd be trying to get him to chat for a bit but she's not gonna not take a hint so then it's awkward] Jimmy: [well done boy so mature of you] Janis: [save the row for after community service though 'cos cutting you the slack of maybe you're dreading it that hard/are that pissed off about it, as if she isn't too/this was fully your idea to get into trouble as well] Jimmy: [I love that you wanna give him the benefit of the doubt babe and obvs there is a bit of FML because he's got a full plate/doesn't wanna do this/is still in dublin when he was doing it so they could leave etc but we know what's really up] Janis: [to be fair, it's more like not dying to have this convo, like don't wanna seem like you're #tookeen even though expecting him to be normal ain't that but still] Jimmy: [can't be Grace about it in any way, don't blame you girl] Janis: [so obviously once this awkward however many hours is over, going your separate ways which brings us up to speed] Jimmy: [how hardcore he would've ignored her makes me die like how are you keeping that up for that long, you aren't that busy] Janis: [it'd be hilariously obvious if it weren't making her fuming instead, like] Jimmy: [thank god he's at least got his dad and siblings in his grill to distract him because we all know how badly you wanna break that resolve and just say something to her] Janis: [meanwhile nothing but time 'cos you ain't even trying to go home rn] Janis: If it's gonna be a problem for you, I'm sure I can get moved onto different hours or a different project altogether Jimmy: Do what you want Janis: It's community service, hardly comes into the equation Jimmy: you get what I mean Janis: Sure Janis: if it makes no odds to you then you don't need to make such a job out of ignoring me, like Jimmy: you don't need to flatter yourself that hard, mate Jimmy: bit busy weren't we Janis: Again, hardly Janis: it wasn't that taxing but yeah, you seemed well stuck in Jimmy: ain't such an athlete like you or nowt but gotta give it 🥇 Janis: If you like Janis: long as you show up, they record your hours either way Jimmy: sound like you've done this before Janis: I don't want to make my rap sheet any longer than it is, if that's what you're so concerned about Jimmy: yeah first priority that, keeping you on the straight and narrow 👮 Janis: Now you've got jokes Jimmy: Who's joking? Janis: That's my question Jimmy: I've CLEARLY got nowt else on, what with community service being such a piece of piss and you being a dream come true Jimmy: 'course you're gonna be top priority Janis: Don't be a dick to try and win an argument we ain't having Janis: obviously you don't wanna do it, neither do I Janis: but you signed up for it, I didn't force you so no point being moody with me over it Jimmy: 1. I am dick and I've never been nowt else Jimmy: 2. I could give less of a shit about community service, I told you that before Jimmy: 3. I signed up for getting in trouble, like you said, this is barely it Janis: I'm not disagreeing but you've always asserted you ain't thick so you've changed your stance on that one or you're being a stupid dick right now Janis: so your plan didn't work and your next one is to work really hard at said not trouble Janis: that makes sense, sure, tah for clearing it up Jimmy: You an' all so you should know what this about and what it ain't about Janis: That's code for let me ignore you in peace, thinly-veiled at best Janis: like I said, I'll move and then you can, if that's all you've got to worry about, you're welcome Jimmy: it's not code for owt it's a loud and clear, leave it out Jimmy: I didn't sign up for this Janis: For what? Jimmy: You're gonna try and fake this now, are you? Jimmy: like you don't get it Janis: I literally don't know what your problem is Janis: stop being a pussy and say it then I will Jimmy: Then just get out of my face Janis: I'm not in your face, fucking hell Jimmy: You're in my head and I don't want you there, alright? Janis: I didn't put myself there Jimmy: it's my fault then, whatever, nowt should've happened Janis: Alright Janis: then forget it did Janis: what, I'm gonna force you to do that now too, fuck off Jimmy: how the fuck is everything so easy for you? it's getting beyond a joke now, rich girl Janis: It ain't Janis: but what the fuck am I gonna do in response to that, ignore you back? Jimmy: Why not? It's obvs working so well for me over here Jimmy: that'll be why I need you to spell out what I should be doing as a next move Janis: I'm not going to tell you what to do on that one, that'd be fucked up Janis: you make up your own mind but you didn't ask me mine or give me a fucking chance to explain it either so yeah Janis: don't be assuming fuck all about my side of it Jimmy: I don't wanna hear your side Janis: Then yeah, you shouldn't have done it Jimmy: Tah for keeping up with what I said ages ago Janis: Whatever Jimmy: just fuck off out of it Janis: Fuck off telling me what to do Jimmy: or what? Jimmy: shit'll get worse than this? Janis: Your life is shit, yeah Janis: and I'm making it worse? Janis: Alright, if it were my fault then you'd be able to do something about it but it ain't so you're still fucked Jimmy: so comforting you Janis: you don't want comforting Jimmy: What do I want? Go on Janis: I don't know and I'm not offering an answer Jimmy: shut up then Janis: Why should I Janis: and why have you Jimmy: what kind of question is that for fuck's sake? Jimmy: I'm trying to sort my head out here and you're Jimmy: you're just Janis: Your head is fucked Janis: who's ain't Janis: I was just being your mate Jimmy: I can't forget about it Jimmy: or you Janis: You didn't look like you were having no trouble icing me out all day Jimmy: well I were Janis: Do you actually have to Jimmy: What else am I gonna do? Janis: Just be my mate, like before Janis: doesn't need to be complicated, like Jimmy: When were it simple? Janis: alright, so simple is an oversimplification Janis: I'm not fucking asking to be your top priority or dream or anything like that though, thanks Jimmy: And I'm not really saying that Jimmy: but being around you is like a ⏲ on a 💣 Janis: Well, why can't you Janis: why can't we Jimmy: How can we? Janis: seemed like you had the hang of it last night Jimmy: funny Janis: I don't think it needs to be serious Janis: mope about the state of the rest of your affairs all you want Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: we had a plan, this weren't part of it Jimmy: that's all I'm saying Janis: It don't need to be related to that either Janis: it ain't Jimmy: Alright Janis: we hooked up 'cos we wanted to, yeah Janis: so what Jimmy: I'm sorry for being a dickhead Janis: always have been Jimmy: bit rude Jimmy: take my sorry Janis: I don't want it Janis: just Jimmy: so what do you want? Janis: Tell me what you want Janis: then if its the same and we need to change some rules then we can Janis: and if it ain't then at least I know and we can go back or not do it at all Jimmy: I asked you first Jimmy: and I showed you before that Janis: alright Janis: well I wanna do it again, obviously Janis: but not if you're gonna be a total twat, like Jimmy: I'm probably gonna be a massive twat Janis: You know what I mean Jimmy: Yeah Jimmy: I'll try and be a massive twat in a way you'll like, alright? Janis: My type, yeah, I remember the bit Janis: Be whoever you want, we don't have to know each other for this either Janis: no more than we do now Jimmy: mates, I remember an' all Janis: Right, so you don't have to blank me and be awkward, there's no point making this community service shit worse Janis: obviously the fake shit could confuse it but we know it's fake and anything that'd be weird to bullshit now we can cut out, change the rules, that's what I mean Jimmy: I won't make it weird again Janis: I get it Janis: 'cos I was still there in the AM, yeah Janis: we won't do that again Jimmy: I just Jimmy: it's been ages and I weren't expecting owt to happen, least of all with you Janis: Likewise Janis: weren't the worst thing to ever happen though, was it Jimmy: I wouldn't want it to happen again if it were, that kinda thing ain't a #kinkunlocked soz if you're 💔 Jimmy: I know Mr Lucas is well into that shit but he's one of a kind, like Janis: Lucky for you we're not here to compare and contrast Jimmy: gutted for you 'cause you'd actually be 🥇 stood next to my ex Janis: can't all be RE teachers with halitosis 😍 Janis: I'll hold back on the sympathy card for her for now Jimmy: she'd never read it, can't Janis: 😏 shut up Jimmy: you don't want me to Jimmy: had a right mard on about my silence Janis: if you hadn't had enough of me telling you what a dickhead you are, I could carry on Jimmy: can never get enough foreplay me Janis: clearly Jimmy: you coming round or where are we going? Janis: There's probably a rule about this I should know, yeah Jimmy: you said we're writing our own rules Jimmy: has Bill's 👻 got his hopes up for nowt? Janis: nah, sounds like more fun than making you wait 3-5 working days 'cos you've pissed me off Janis: which I'm pretty sure is the advice so Janis: where else can we go right now Jimmy: my dad's car can take us anywhere you wanna go Jimmy: or just be the place we're alone in Janis: Alright Janis: gonna say, you don't need to take me anywhere Jimmy: bit 💔 that we didn't have this chat earlier, I'd have taken you all over our new bestie's house Janis: Likewise Janis: there'll sadly be other bullshit parties where less sadly you can actually mess my hair up Jimmy: you reckon we can use our new status with 'em to demand 💀👑 has a party at hers right now? Janis: Worth a shot Janis: bet she LOVES being a wingwoman Janis: ask if we can borrow one of her guest beds Jimmy: only if we actually use hers Jimmy: she LOVES a lie Janis: worth the risk of her NEVER cleaning her sheets again tbh Jimmy: she'd never have the strength tbf Jimmy: and all her maids are probably running round decapitated so Janis: 🐍 can definitely eat 🐔s whole Jimmy: yeah but then the 🐔 ain't crossing any roads to get her a new lad to torture or owt else she might NEED Janis: Ohh so that's what that's about Janis: makes so much sense Jimmy: 😱😱 SHE SAID NO 😱😱😱 Janis: 😩😩😩 Janis: like, jealousy is a disease, babes Jimmy: Asia said yeah but I dunno if I wanna go to her house Jimmy: might never make my way out again Janis: NEVER having a threesome with you and Asia Janis: idc how accomodating she is Jimmy: spoilsport Jimmy: accept the invite to the group 🗨 I started at least Jimmy: we're having a bloody top time Janis: I guarantee I can think of plenty more fun games to play Janis: all part of the foreplay, yeah, gotcha Jimmy: you tell me where to pick you up from or is hide and seek the first game? Janis: [somewhere in town that's not near his enough that she would just walk] Jimmy: Alright, hang on Janis: Feeling well patient Jimmy: [a 🔥 sext] Jimmy: that'll help Janis: I hate you Janis: not like I've been thinking about it since you left Janis: or like I'm in public rn Jimmy: 🤔 that don't sound like you hate me enough Jimmy: [an even more 🔥 sext] Janis: Jimmy Janis: I hate you so much Jimmy: I'm alright with that Janis: Good Janis: 'cos I intend on showing you just how much when you get here Jimmy: 🤞 I only get done for speeding on the way back Janis: 👮 cockblocking is not a thing I wanna get used to in my daily Jimmy: be alright, they look after their own, weren't that what you said? Janis: Sure, your fake ID also your badge, like? Jimmy: you gonna let me have any secrets? Janis: Depends, of course Jimmy: go on Janis: How interesting it is Janis: keep your boring ones by all means Jimmy: they're all boring 💔 I know Janis: I'll survive Janis: no fear Jimmy: unless I 💀💀💀 you Janis: yeah right Janis: catch me holding my breath on that one 😏 Jimmy: might be hard to breathe normally in a bit, yeah Jimmy: I get that Janis: Shh Jimmy: no need, there's nobody to risk waking up this time Janis: 1. I wasn't even that loud Janis: 2. I don't think anyone even woke up anyway Janis: 3. was your fault so Jimmy: 1. too right you weren't, that's what I'm saying, can be as loud as you want now Jimmy: 2. I'll take the blame for last night and the credit for the 🔊 in a bit Janis: Don't reckon your dad's car is soundproof Janis: but yeah, we can find out Jimmy: weren't planning to leave it somewhere any dickhead can enjoy the show Janis: Good to know Janis: can't just ambush a person with dogging, v rude Jimmy: heads up for next time then Jimmy: can't enjoy myself without 👴 about Janis: Fair play Janis: Lucas was in your wardrobe so 🤷 Jimmy: 🤤🤤🤤 Jimmy: tah, the reminder'll get me through this Janis: So charming Janis: go back to telling me to fuck off, that was better tbh Jimmy: I've got hotter chat but if that's what you wanna hear Janis: Really Janis: where have all these words sprung from then Jimmy: feeling inspired Janis: 👻🖋💘 Jimmy: you're trying to give Bill my 🥇? bit rude Janis: I'm saying he'll be buzzing Janis: s'one old pervert who'll always be about Jimmy: well now I am an' all Jimmy: won't have to fake nowt for you, what a relief Janis: Funny 🙄 Jimmy: what's funnier is I might be lost Janis: You better be joking Jimmy: I'm just warning you, girl, I'm surrounded by houses, which don't look right for where you said you were Janis: What are you like Janis: no, I'm not getting you to pick me up from my previous, like Jimmy: 😎🚬 obvs Jimmy: hang on, I can do this Janis: Your navigational skillz ain't required for foreplay Jimmy: wouldn't be decent if I had none though Janis: 😂 Jimmy: Alright, I'm back where I fucked this up ⏲🤞 Janis: My faith is so real Janis: 🙏🙌😇 Jimmy: 😈 me Jimmy: got you something for the sorry you don't want Janis: I'm suspicious Jimmy: as long as my dad ain't Janis: You just stolen his car or? 🤔 hmm Jimmy: his car and the most #goals bottle from his stash Janis: 😍 Janis: that's for the bottle, obvs Jimmy: charming Janis: not faking shit, remember Jimmy: I'll have my 😭 when we've gone our separate ways and you're cracking on with the drink Janis: your loss if you ain't staying around to finish it with me Jimmy: would be a 💔 loss Janis: Be smart then Jimmy: don't sound like me that Jimmy: but alright, I'll have a go Janis: you have to stick around for a bit anyway Janis: give me chance to actually earn that 🥇 Jimmy: I've got nowt else on, been smart there, 'cause knowing you it'll take ages Janis: Piss off Janis: you don't know, that's the point Jimmy: calm down, mysterious lass not gonna unlock your secrets and your kinks Jimmy: have still got a job to go to, like Jimmy: can't be on a constant clock with you Janis: You coming to fuck or what Janis: don't put yourself down so much 💕 Jimmy: the point I were making were, if it's one of the other, we're both agreed on which one's getting 🔓 Jimmy: ain't trying to read your diary even if I were capable Janis: Duh Janis: Point I was making is you don't know how long it'll take me 'cos you didn't give me no chance Janis: no deeper than that, gotta relax, mate Jimmy: giving you the chance now, dickhead Janis: so grateful 🤤🤤😍 Jimmy: dunno how grateful this car will let you be but if anyone's a pro at 🙏🙌😇 against them 😈 odds it'll be you, Jules Jimmy: truly inspiring shit Janis: Bigger than confessional Janis: I got this Jimmy: time's come to prove it Jimmy: get in the car please Janis: As you asked nicely Janis: and I have wanted to do this all day Janis: [sup] Jimmy: [hands her the #goals because it's unopened bottle like good evening] Janis: [does the 'not bad' face like okay boy, I see you 'maybe finishing the whole thing and getting this car back in one piece is a bit ambitious then'] Jimmy: [gives her a look like challenge accepted and starts driving them to wherever they can get enough privacy so enjoy the VIBE in this car for a bit lads] Janis: [trying to think of a way to say 'I missed you' that isn't purely that 'cos not trying to freak him out again so sat there drinking and 🤔] Jimmy: [sneaking all the looks at her that he can while still safely driving because ofc] Janis: [same obvs 'cos not driving so can be more shameless so enjoy all that accidental eye contact 'today was so...boring'] Jimmy: ['tomorrow'll be owt but' another look like challenge accepted and 😏 though god knows what you think you're gonna get away with sir] Janis: [IRL 🤞 and a shrug 'it can be'] Jimmy: [reaches over and uncrosses her fingers and then writes 'will' as in it will be on her hand with his fingertip like I got this] Janis: [just casually way too affected by that simple touch 'cos it's been a whole day and you're high-key, holding his hand for a bit but like HARD not cutesy 'cos intense af rn and then letting it fall to rest in your lap like hey] Jimmy: [driving a bit faster so you can get there faster without even really being aware of it and obvs leaving that hand there] Janis: ['you're not gonna get lost this time, yeah' half question half observation] Jimmy: ['be your fault if I do, won't it?' because she's his human sat nav but also v distracting] Janis: ['can't be that bothered, lost is where we need to be right now'] Jimmy: [nods because where's the lie] Janis: [just giving him swigs from the bottle like your parents' spidey senses are going off so hard rn] Jimmy: [I'm internally screaming you bad eggs] Janis: [my boo say safety first] Jimmy: [he 100% doesn't have his seatbelt on either because of that rib injury #tut tut] Janis: [I'm loling you grandma ily] Jimmy: [I do hate seatbelts tbf they are so uncomfy] Janis: [tru tea, we out here risking it all in all the ways Jimmy: [to be a 15 year old rebhog] Janis: [not gonna kill you for it don't worry] Jimmy: [get there before the sexual frustration kills you though] Janis: [we're definitely stopping at the first place that is deemed suitable, regardless of the plan] Jimmy: [mhmm that is the whole plan, stop as soon as you can lol] Janis: [we all know there is zero chill with how fast you're gonna be on him] Jimmy: [she's on a #mission just like he was the night before] Janis: [out to prove this is the best idea ever like debatable but we know where it ends up so go off] Jimmy: [he's got no room to say shit cos fake dating was his idea and like what the fuck was that boy] Janis: [love a bad idea moment, y'all are blatant god bless] Jimmy: [case in point taking this car wasn't a good one] Janis: [100% could lose your license before you get one] Jimmy: [at least your dad won't dob you in cos doesn't want police at his door again so soon] Janis: [like you stay away from those ribs 'til they're healed sir] Jimmy: [and his face because she'd know and we ain't ready to have that convo] Janis: [they've not been arrested/ran from a crowd recently enough and he doesn't seem like the type to be out brawling even if she don't know his life so yeah] Jimmy: [behave yourself Ian thank you very much, verbal arseholery only rn] Janis: [but this moment is not at all about you so good day] Jimmy: [nothing is ever about you sir but especially this] Janis: [when this is purely about them and that's why it threw y'all, no one to hide behind here] Jimmy: [the headfuck of feeling something really intensely for someone you don't even know/are pretending you don't even like] Janis: [least we can fake that this is purely sexual even though it's already not, see how long you can last lads] Jimmy: [It's gonna be fun tbh] Janis: [if you were confused before lollol] Jimmy: [so many mixed messages all the time good lord] Janis: [we should have the flat whites invite them to something to be fake at] Jimmy: [yeah just for that really awkward shift they'll have to do from the REALEST to the fakest cos we're evil] Janis: [like it should be something they can't just sneak off from to fuck, not easily anyway lmao, use your basic brain to think of a thing it could be] Jimmy: [is there anything else we wanna do here before we send them off to the hellishness that'll be chilling at Mia's?] Janis: [we know the vibe here I think, and they can get the invite before going their separate ways even so makes it easier] Jimmy: [literally as soon as they're done like oh hi] Janis: [fun never stops, will need to take this car back and walk tho lads] Jimmy: [at least you'll have plenty of time to 🚬 cos dreading this] Janis: [to the point you were definitely like shall we even but you must, dedicated to this plan] Jimmy: [this can be point scoring with 💀#2 cos in Mia's own home as well, she'll be livid] Janis: [if Asia is being all extra with her man, can easily spend that quality time with her and the tall one] Jimmy: [oh Asia, you know her man is gonna be so OTT too and not in a goals way] Janis: [lowkey like get a room, not that you two can talk but that's in a party setting usually, not your weekly sleepover moment lol] Jimmy: [we all know they are gonna be adorable tonight cos gotta keep it #goals even if they'd rather get a room too lol] Janis: [at least you have some form of being a bit much but only so much you can get away with without being rude and you're tryna be friends now so unlucky, just 🚬 and talking over gameplans 'til you arrive] Jimmy: [when you're 😒 the whole walk but you gotta snap right into 😍💕] Janis: [when it's so confusing 'cos you do like each other but you're pretending you don't and then you have to be really OTT which is like a lil' too much, obvs, but some bits would be kinda nice like ???] Jimmy: [such a headfuck of a time, I love it] Janis: [we evil, so is Mia, hello] Jimmy: [it's just hit me that she'll have to wear his clothes for this sleepover moment because that's where they went he wasn't taking her all the way back to cali's to get shit and like I'm not fine] Janis: [right, she was wearing #2 dress, then they went back to his, so whatever she had on before the dress she would've had to put back on for community service so that'd be way too dirty by this point to wear tonight, make that a moment, bye] Jimmy: [RIP to me and Jimothy because you know she looks so good rn] Janis: [I'll see if I can find anything but it might all be a lil TOO basic but defs a thing like oversized top and boxers moment, when you out cute Asia and her mans when you walk through the door] Jimmy: [just effortlessly 🥇 you two] Janis: [we all been knew honey] Jimmy: [he should make them all personalised smoothies and get her to help him because way to score points because he's actually good at it but also they get to be alone for a hot sec because those rich bitches aren't gonna get involved like Grace and Tall Tammy would but Mia would 100% stop them by being all I need you to do such and such] Janis: [that's such a good idea, they'll be buzzing, even #2 if they made something uber clean and healthy] Jimmy: [yeah Janis' would probably the only one that'll actually taste nice because the flat whites will have gross healthy green ones or whatever but they'll be pleased put some fuckboy protein rich shit in Asia's bf's one] Janis: ['feel more normal?' 'cos so weird to be hanging with them for you both for different reasons] Jimmy: [looks down like he's in desperate need of that barista apron and does an OTT pout but we know he's surviving really] Janis: ['yeah, I'm gutted too' looking him up and down like not hot without it 😏] Jimmy: [throws something at her like a tea towel or banana peel not a plastic toy being wanged at her jaw full pelt sir] Janis: [lmao, batting whatever it is away like 'OMG, DON'T MESS AROUND HERE' 'cos her mum must do something with her days so I bet it's show-home levels] Jimmy: [Grace don't be spilling that smoothie you'll get murdered babe but you two have a little kitchen playfight when he throws something else at you cos that bitch and still in that flirty mood from earlier] Janis: [leave a mess on purpose 'cos not here to befriend you hun like whoops soz, we all know we're gonna need someone to come in and stop this going into a full thing so should be #2 for the throwback] Jimmy: [Mia sending her in cos she's a control freak and can't bear that they're in there living their best lives] Janis: [already mad at Asia on the low 'cos of her mans, the minions are not behaving rn lol] Jimmy: [she would not want him there AT ALL and you know Mia would be gutted she's not with Harry to bring him and make it awks] Janis: [like she does not want a boy seeing her in her PJs or doing a face mask or something 'cos she only hooks up so she'll be sitting there not joining in at all like 😒 probably with Grace if we're being real] Jimmy: [yeah cos Grace don't want anyone to see her doing anything ever unless she has perfect make up so] Janis: [got her on side at least] Jimmy: [meanwhile jj are just snuggled drinking their smoothies] Janis: [just imagined the kermit tea meme there for some reason] Jimmy: [Asia's bf probably downed his cos such a #lad] Janis: [#ladsladslads you know they don't drink at these things usually like why would they waste the cals but gotta 'cos he's here to seem so cool oh ladies] Jimmy: [Mia getting angrier by the second] Janis: [like how do I throw these boys out of my house without getting a rep as a total uncool bitch lmao] Jimmy: [*cough* lesbian] Janis: [we all know the invite was 1000% just for Janis and they've just ignored that lmao] Jimmy: [#tea I dread to think what cringe film they are probably watching rn] Janis: 😴💀🤢 Janis: please kill me Jimmy: [does something saucy like suck on her earlobe because okay I'll kill you but 'subtle' enough that the flatwhites can't be too mad but will still notice] Janis: [purposely takes some more blanket for them for the cliche of the flat whites thinking they're gonna be being saucy underneath but doesn't actually initiate anything 'cos was appreciative enough and it shows 😳] Jimmy: [gets even closer to her even though they were already close af for the cliche but also because he just wants to] Janis: [everyone pretend to focus on this cringe romcom quick] Jimmy: [giving her all the 😍 that are SO FAKE YEP and touching her so much not in a saucy way just in really soft ways like imma just lightly brush my fingertips over any skin that's exposed nbd] Janis: [we all know that kills you lowkey so much harder and you know he knows that so you're like 😒 but also in no way tryna stop him/leaning into him] Jimmy: [no boy that none of y'all flatwhites have been with would ever, like take a sec to just compare any of that to what Asia's bf would be doing #gross] Janis: [none of us wanna think about that, least of all Asia probs] Jimmy: [you missed your chance gal] Janis: [imagine, what a duo] Jimmy: [still would ship it harder than Ro and Drew though] Janis: [we can all be thankful we're not witnessing that rn, though he would be getting out of prison now-ish and she ain't dead yet either] Jimmy: [ew, I'm gonna just bring it back to JJ by saying he kisses her but in a really soft teasing way cos gotta kill her but again it looks chill and romantic compared to how extra Asia and her man are so points won with the rest of the squad] Janis: [when you are so mad but the 😍 are not fake either] Jimmy: [you both love this who are you kidding] Janis: [y'all do too much so now you're salty you've got to sit here and be vaguely sociable with these hoes lol] Jimmy: [casually counting down to when you can go have a smoke break without coming across as being rude] Janis: [way longer than you would like that's the tea, resting your head on his shoulder and absentmindedly pressing his sternum area, gently, checking how his healing is coming along without even thinking about it] Jimmy: [gotta play with her hair soz Grace look away] Janis: [just having emotions over there don't mind her, meanwhile, you have to show how BORED you are by laying in his lap instead, 'cos there's only so fake you can be without it being unbelievable] Jimmy: [they're all aware she's a bad bitch global] Janis: [like to think Tammy is just genuinely loving it lmao] Jimmy: [being such an attentive boyfriend by asking her if she needs anything to drink or eat or whatever quietly cos faking that you just genuinely wanna know and don't wanna disturb anyone else but we know they all 👂 and Asia is fuming on the low that her mans don't care at all] Janis: [breaking that bro-code and making him look bad, he will be so mad, oh no 😂 'causing drama with how #goals you are as standard, just snuggling into him harder in response like no, don't wanna move or have you leave thank you] Jimmy: [such a good snuggle moment ensuing, god bless] Janis: [fully imagine Mia switching this off like let's do something else 'cos she's so mad] Jimmy: [yaaaaas we must] Janis: [hmm, maybe some kind of sport moment like tennis is the cliche of course] Jimmy: [her dad would 100% have a tennis court or some bullshit lol] Janis: [such a posh girl flex, unless we're gonna commit and make her a horse girl but they will lose it lmao] Jimmy: [one of them definitely should be but maybe Asia or Tall girl because Mia would never give that much of a shit about anything lowkey like she has her eating disorder and her JJ obsession that's all folks] Janis: [that's true] Jimmy: [Mia has 10000% lost Grace if they gonna do tennis because she would not be about it, unlucky hun you can't win tonight] Janis: [I feel like it was her idea to show off to the lads 'cos she'd probably be good at it 'cos daddy's girl but like Jimothy is not interested and I doubt Asia's man is unless you're putting the whole outfit on babe] Jimmy: [I love how hard this has backfired] Janis: [she should nab Jimmy to play doubles but you don't know that JJ love competition so ha, make Janis play with Asia's boyf and hope he doesn't totally suck] Jimmy: [tbf Jimmy wouldn't have ever played before unless they do in PE some time or something cos not a posh boy so Mia would be thrilled to have him on her team while he gets the hang of that] Janis: [awkward moment when this is her gay fantasy and the lads are just there lmao] Jimmy: [at least he can make a thing of getting Janis to 'teach' him and shamelessly flirting because she'd be even more annoyed than she was before then] Janis: [when they won't do exactly what you want, oh Mia] Jimmy: [gotta order all the takeout at the insistence of Asia's bf so she actually has a breakdown] Janis: [so much food, Chinese fosho] Jimmy: [this is why Asia likes you boy] Janis: [bahahaha the 😍] Jimmy: [highkey the only reason she brought you along] Janis: [and to get fingered in front of her pals, obvs, cheers boy] Jimmy: [what a horrific visual so i'll imagine instead how much blatant shade JJ are whispering to each other to the point that Mia would defs know but she can't prove anything cos they could just be being saucy] Janis: [hohaha when you're literally gonna give her a breakdown tonight] Jimmy: [ultimate goals] Janis: [whispers 'tell me this ain't good foreplay' for the bants] Jimmy: [😏 because can't piss himself loling and then kisses her 1. so he doesn't 😂 and 2. in answer to what good foreplay it is #bants] Janis: ['think he's ready now' loudly @ Mia like teaching is over and so 😏 @ him] Jimmy: [I think it should be a draw because that'd annoy her thinking she'd win easily] Janis: [a mood, deffo, like you know Janis is sporty even if she ain't a tennis bitch, sort it out] Jimmy: [when you'd wanna play again to try and beat her but nobody is arsed like Jimothy is 100% gonna use the excuse of them being outside to pull Janis away to 🚬 and get a break from Mia] Janis: [can say they'll wait out front for their food also like further distance so they can actually chat without any chance of them being extra and nosy with it] Jimmy: [well played lads] Janis: [I also think they shoulda done really OTT grunts when they were playing 'cos amusing me so it would them, even if we inadvertently turn Mia on lmao] Jimmy: [bahaha] Janis: [#worthit] Jimmy: [gotta have whatever fun you can cos this would so crap] Janis: ['you reckon this is just her way of saying she's reconsidered on the spare room, like?'] Jimmy: [doing that lol you couldn't before] Janis: [we know when he lols it makes her 😍] Jimmy: [gotta have some back because she's so beautiful bye] Janis: [when you gotta make out hard to cover any feeling that ain't strictly sexual 'it's so good to actually do this properly without any of the bullshit for them'] Jimmy: [going as hard for the same reason but then after she's said that also going harder because you want her to feel even better than good cos 🥇 and you genuinely think she means it] Janis: [just being all kinds of hot with your 🚬s sharing smoke between making out 'promise you're gonna make this feel worth it by the end of the night?'] Jimmy: [going in even harder than you already were like I'll make it feel worth it NOW honey] Janis: ['fuck, Jimmy!' when you're already so frustrated and you've not been here that long 'we don't have to go back in, yeah' when you definitely do and you're not saying let's do one but you wanna pretend that much right now] Jimmy: [just dying because 1. you're as frustrated as her 2. you know she is and 3. she said your name so when you try and give her an answer it's just SUCH a noise but that's the best indication that you're on the same page rn that you could've given anyway so] Janis: [the biggest and realest 😍 'cos 'that was so fucking hot' and you can't not let him know in all the other ways beyond telling him] Jimmy: ['you' because she is the hottest and we all know it] Janis: ['for you' and the MOST eye contact honey] Jimmy: [just being as extra as Asia and her bf now soz not soz 🤞 that food doesn't show up for a bit lol] Janis: [soz delivery dude you're getting a show] Jimmy: [not that soz though because wouldn't even notice you atm] Janis: [literally gonna have to make a right song and dance of your approach like 'scuse me lads] Jimmy: [I just imagined the delivery man literally doing a musical number cos I'm a nerd] Janis: [lmao, also you're gonna have to go back whilst this is hot or Asia and her man will be raging] Jimmy: [can't let all your hard work being fake nice go to waste] Janis: [the saddest of times] Jimmy: [if they weren't having much fun before they'll have even less now we're forcing them to go back in] Janis: [Mia you better not start rn she'll be spitting blood from biting her tongue, like] Jimmy: [we should have her dad come back when they're all eating so Mia really wants to die] Janis: [Oh lordy, deffo, helping himself to the food too 'cos a rude dickhead] Jimmy: [oh god of course he would] Janis: [I bet he's lowkey creepy with her friends, not like he'd do anything but it's just awks] Jimmy: [just an uncomfortable vibe at all times] Janis: [everyone enjoy this, Mia try not to have a stroke] Jimmy: [at least JJ can be cheered by how much Mia is clearly hating life rn] Janis: [just being like 'your dad seems cool' 😏] Jimmy: [Asia chatting away to her dad oblivious god bless that dumb bitch] Janis: 💔 for you boys Janis: so blatantly wants a Daddy™ Jimmy: ain't even hungry now 💔😭🎻 Janis: [taking some of his food like if you're sure] Janis: now you're really devastated Jimmy: You're a dickhead Janis: Calm down, chubbs Janis: [offering her plate like swapsies] Jimmy: [fake 😍 as he takes it but obvs gotta be cute and feed her even when you're 😒] Janis: adorable Janis: ➕✔ Jimmy: try not to 🤢 like Jimmy: [Mia's dad 👀 taking her off to have a weird™ convo about boys] Janis: won't waste the food Janis: hit #2 with the fatherly advice whilst Mr Daddy is busy Jimmy: [does chat to her cos that bitch] Jimmy: ✔ Janis: Rude Jimmy: ? Janis: I want some 😏 Janis: feeling left out Janis: clearly the most in need, no other bitch here is in community service Jimmy: come here then Jimmy: [cos obvs gotta sit on his knee you're not 🎅 boyy] Janis: [does though, looking at him with big eyes like he's about to drop some real wisdom on her] Jimmy: [does whisper some stuff to her that he knows she wants to hear though] Janis: [a lil noise like 'scuse her] Jimmy: ['now that was rude' so only she can hear it and know that you're dying thanks very much] Janis: ['kinda your fault' whispered back 'cos well] Jimmy: [😏 unrepentant actually] Janis: [likewise that you ain't moving now you're here not soz everyone] Jimmy: [he loves it so you can deal ladies] Janis: [definitely not helping with the frustration but we know that's why you're doing it lads #shameless] Jimmy: [we 👀 you and so does Mia as she comes back from that fun chat] Janis: [if looks could kill] Jimmy: 👀🔪🔪 Janis: Well greedy, her Janis: had your turn already Jimmy: you better 💀💀💀 me quick, mate Jimmy: she reckons she can beat you to it Janis: 🎾 you to death Jimmy: hot Janis: that's definitely a shit horror movie Janis: give you all yankee accents and football and cheer uniforms and we're good to go Jimmy: rich girl rampage Jimmy: 🍅🍅 out of 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 Janis: not alright with that score Jimmy: 🍅 or 🍅🍅🍅? Janis: Soz, just not used to not being 🥇 Janis: so strange Jimmy: I'll 🖋 you a decent film baby Janis: 🤤😍 Janis: Babe! Jimmy: 💕 Janis: can't wait to tell everyone you're gonna make me famous, OMG Jimmy: basically have done with my 📷 Janis: been a while, bighead Jimmy: can you wait a bit longer or what? Jimmy: [such a LOOK because we all know what he means] Janis: What if I can't? Janis: [a LOOK back] Jimmy: [literally can see how hard he's trying to think of a way to sneak off even for a second like] Janis: ['you're so cute' 'cos can just say that and no one's batting an eyelid] Jimmy: [when you're like oh that's so weird because I don't feel good at all rn big song and dance to try and leave this table with her immediately] Jimmy: [💀#2 backing up your fake story inadvertently like #same cos wanna be 🤢 thanks gal] Janis: [real mvp right there, so OTT like feeling his forehead and getting a glass of water for him before making Mia direct you to a bathroom] Jimmy: [I'm loling, what a shit evening you're hosting babe] Janis: [also lol how bad y'all are at this like we didn't know] Jimmy: [JJ doing the most to salvage their night] Janis: [and just doing the most] Jimmy: [#tea] Jimmy: [make sure you lock the bathroom door this time kids, don't need Mia coming to 'check he's alright'] Janis: [learn from your mistakes, when you know you don't wanna be interrupted this time 'cos not for show] Jimmy: [I do vote you get back in the bath though for the mems and because there'd actually be room for both of you to lie down unlike the state of Ian's car earlier just put some fancy towels in there so it's not freezing on any bare skin] Janis: [so considerate] Jimmy: [I is and he is] Janis: [just don't accidentally turn it on when you're getting carried away here] Jimmy: [cos god forbid rich people turn a tap you'd probably only have to push a button or something boujee] Janis: [exactly, and as amusing as it'd be, you're already down to wearing his clothes rn and you don't wanna borrow Mia's instead tah] Jimmy: [they would not see the funny side rn, levels of frustration are too sky high] Janis: [#tea] Jimmy: [not gonna be that mean lads you've already struggled enough by having to be here doing all this flat white bollocks] Janis: [Asia's boyf is deffo gonna say something gross to Jimmy and Asia should overhear at least and they go off to have an argument for the lols and awkwardness factor for all] Jimmy: [100% here for that because how real] Janis: Shit stirrer Janis: 😏 Jimmy: he must've heard I've only got the one good 👂 Janis: 🤞 that's all he heard and his own 👂s ain't as big as his gob, like Jimmy: 😏 Janis: How many boyfriends can we make her get through Janis: the real question Jimmy: Depends Janis: on Jimmy: first off if 💀👑 properly snaps tonight 🔪🔪 Janis: I would give that a strong 90% likelihood but tennis probably took it right out of here, no way she's gonna be up for a spree now 30% at best Jimmy: don't have to hold the 🔪 herself that's what her minions are for Janis: yeah, and look at the state of 'em Janis: #2 got no strength ever, my sister is squeamish as hell and wouldn't risk her manicure for it Janis: lurch might be up to it, if she's not too busy recording herself 'dancing' Jimmy: Alright, won't put my hard earned 💰 on owt Janis: so, what's your 2nd point Jimmy: Depends how long we're stuck in the BFF zone an' all Janis: 'course Janis: could continue to fuck up her 💕life after but that's only something a real good friend would do so Jimmy: duh Janis: have to be quick Janis: don't know how much of this I can hack Jimmy: we could just go on account of me 💀💀🤢🍜 Janis: sexy Janis: we could Janis: but it'd mean more hangouts more times, if we get this done, we've made loads of progress Jimmy: 🥇💡 mate Janis: 🔥 thank you Jimmy: 💣 Janis: 😏 Jimmy: speaking of, if I smack that lad after they've spent ages rowing I'll get a 🏆 instead of losing points, yeah? Janis: who from? Jimmy: who else but my true love? Janis: that's 50/50 Jimmy: ugh, but I wanna smack that dickhead Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Janis: Poor you Janis: 💔 Janis: could be making up as we speak Jimmy: Oi, I don't wanna start actually feeling 🤢 tah Janis: he could be the love of her life Janis: gutted Jimmy: shut up Janis: 🖋 a play about it Jimmy: will do Janis: sure it'll be a masterpiece, mate Jimmy: obvs Jimmy: all the 🦎 and 🐸 lads, like a more grim wind in the willows Janis: 'course you'd write a play with no girls in Janis: proper 👻🖋 move Jimmy: unless you wanna be in it Jimmy: only got the one muse, don't I? Janis: yeah Janis: not my fault your true love ain't very inspiring, like Jimmy: is a bit your fault Janis: you want me to give her lessons on top of being her bezzie mate Janis: that's a bit much Jimmy: if you ain't up for the challenge Janis: I am Janis: she ain't Jimmy: bad worker blames their tools, girl Janis: 🙄 Janis: can only be one or the other Janis: your type or your muse Jimmy: could be the artist himself Jimmy: might just be a bit shit Janis: depends what we're rating you on Jimmy: the finished 🎨 what else? Janis: the ❤s don't lie Jimmy: but they ain't worth as much if you're getting 'em for stuff like holding the brush the right way up Janis: can't get you an audience with taste Janis: if I knew where they were, wouldn't be here, would I Jimmy: I'll live Jimmy: as muses go, you're alright Janis: Oh, tah Jimmy: 👍 Janis: was gonna compliment you but if that's the level, I'll save it Jimmy: if I want one, I know how to get 'em Janis: I'm sure Janis: not from me though Janis: 😶 Jimmy: [does his best to try and get one from her, excuse him everyone] Janis: [shamlessly enjoying that] Jimmy: [you better give him one gal cos he's not gonna stop until you do #shameless] Janis: you are such a dickhead Jimmy: top at giving out compliments, you Jimmy: 💕 Janis: afraid you'll never know Jimmy: [gives her a look like challenge accepted and shamelessly back at it again at krispy kreme because we're all bored of the flat whites and no other reason oh no] Janis: [the levels of the lady doth protest too much, excuse them everyone, assumedly you're all entertaining yourselves right now/pretending not to watch] Jimmy: [tik toking like your life depends on it or something lol] Janis: ['alright, alright' out loud but not actually gonna compliment you 'cos then it wouldn't be real and we all know it] Janis: I was going to say you're better than you fake Jimmy: you can have that back an' all Jimmy: without having to force me Janis: you're only being generous 'cos I said it first Janis: don't lie Jimmy: nah Jimmy: I'm saying it 'cause it's true Janis: 'course it's true Janis: having to fake I'm even slightly like them puts it down 1000s of points Jimmy: there you go then Jimmy: take your 🏆 Janis: like you said, holding the brush the right way Jimmy: that ain't what I'm giving it to you for Janis: Yeah, my art ain't all that Jimmy: I dunno, you have your moments Janis: 😏 Jimmy: [IRL 😏 back] Janis: why do you reckon they do this Jimmy: got my 💰 and ⏲ on for human sacrifice Janis: roll on the witching hour Janis: 'cos this is dry Jimmy: What do you wanna do? Jimmy: I'll find a way to make it #goals Janis: [IRL 🤔] Jimmy: [at least we can pretend the 😍 at how cute she is are fake] Janis: being boring is catching or I've just got a one-track mind Janis: you can't be the only thing in this McMansion worth doing Jimmy: should've used that backhand to beat her at 🎾 Janis: I am livid I didn't Janis: but you know what I meant Jimmy: you're not in the 🗨 with Asia Jimmy: bored but not yet 🧠💀💀💀 Janis: you are? Jimmy: always Jimmy: but I meant even northern ain't that thick Janis: I can only imagine what she can find to talk about Jimmy: herself obvs, that's all I wanna hear about 💕 Janis: 🙄 Janis: my point exactly Janis: that's one 🗨 and out Jimmy: [lies all over her dramatically cos SO BORED] Janis: [huffs as dramatically like take the hint ladies] Janis: she still trying to get on you then or what Jimmy: ? Janis: Asia Janis: in your DMs Jimmy: she's still got a boyfriend, last I heard Janis: Obvs Janis: but if she's willing to break girlcode Jimmy: she wants to date someone #goals Jimmy: nowt to do with me Janis: Yeah Janis: still, gutted there's not more solid proof she's a shite friend and feminist Jimmy: could get it if you want me to though Janis: nah Janis: reckon they know it Janis: I wouldn't trust any of 'em anyway Jimmy: not 🧠💀💀💀 either, you Jimmy: Is Mia's daddy still here or what? Janis: not in my DMs Janis: you had an idea? Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: just bored enough to try and cause that breakdown Jimmy: [IRL thinking winnie] Janis: he'd clearly go for it Janis: fucking perv Jimmy: don't reckon lads are his type any more Jimmy: boarding school were a time and a place Janis: 💔 babe Janis: his distrust of teenage boys is well telling Jimmy: I know Jimmy: you got any ideas in that big head or what? Janis: plenty Jimmy: I get it, you want me to make you tell me them an' all Jimmy: Alright Janis: can't say it weren't fun Jimmy: [we out here doing the most again to not be bored, bonus that Mia is livid] Janis: [she gonna snap Janis: [maybe she should and they can be like well give us a tour then so can be nosy] Jimmy: [as a nosy bitch I love that] Janis: [she can show-off and be a general posh bitch] Jimmy: [Jimothy lowkey shooketh by her big posh house but not gonna give her the satisfaction of knowing] Janis: fuck the spare room Janis: taking the west wing, like Jimmy: not sure you'll have enough leg room Janis: Beats my current digs Jimmy: not in the middle of nowt for a start Janis: anywhere beats there, obvs Jimmy: might move myself in, see how long it takes her to notice I ain't paid staff Janis: literally stealing my ideas but fine Janis: big enough for us all Jimmy: you'd have to just hide Jimmy: can't get the rich girl off you Janis: shut up Jimmy: but then how will I make a massive echo calling you a dickhead? Janis: You'll manage Jimmy: [playful nudge to annoy both her and tour guide Mia] Janis: [gives him a dirty look and an apologetic one to Mia like ugh, sorry about him, really trying to focus here] Jimmy: 😱😱😱 Janis: don't act shocked Janis: how you think the rich stay rich Jimmy: I were gonna offer to give you a piggy back so you don't exhaust yourself going round this massive palace but you'd never make it over the rich v poor divide to get on Janis: divide you put up and maintain Janis: just financed it, like Jimmy: gotta keep it looking nice, girl Jimmy: bit of working class pride or some such bollocks Janis: beats this middle-class minimalism Janis: besides, your injuries aren't healed enough Jimmy: 🏆💪 me Jimmy: nowt to worry about Janis: [a look like yeah right] Jimmy: [a look back like you weren't worried earlier when we were doing all that saucy behaviour] Janis: [😳 and looking away] Jimmy: [walking ahead on this tour cos only so fake he can be before it's unbelievable and peeps know he's antisocial] Janis: you'll have to be back early for your sibs, yeah Jimmy: If you need an excuse not to have a cosy little breakfast with her and daddy, we can use that Janis: well yeah Janis: can't say I need to go to the gym if she has one Jimmy: watch her try and make us wait on her for our community service hours though Janis: she's so Janis: you know you go to the same shit school we all do, right Jimmy: bet her dad's 💔💔💔 Jimmy: could also fake that mine gives a shit where I am, there's another excuse banked Janis: not totally untrue the way your phone blows up sometimes Janis: no wonder her ma is depressed Jimmy: none of 'em need to know that's all my other girlfriends Jimmy: least if her mum shows up I can get back on track with causing that 😱😱😱 Janis: 'course Janis: her ma is her double so have fun with that Jimmy: 🤤🤤 Janis: don't make me 🤢 Jimmy: you'll have to swallow, food poisoning ain't gonna work a second time Janis: good thing I don't want you looking after me Janis: won't have to make such a scene, bound to be another bathroom soon Jimmy: won't thank you in my oscar speech then Jimmy: save it for my true fans Janis: you do that arsehole Jimmy: [comes back purely to talk to Asia like okay I shall] Janis: [is fuming] Jimmy: [I dread to think what she's saying to him but we know he can fake like he doesn't regret this instantly so] Janis: [just on your phone like there's something so interesting rn 'cos if you storm off they'll all notice] Jimmy: [is her boyfriend still there or nah cos I'm loling if he is] Janis: [assumedly, yeah, so you could talk to him for the pettiness of it all but we all know that wouldn't be fun so better to be going through your DMs like you're gonna respond Jimmy: [talk to some of the others as well boy, including Grace cos you know that'll annoy the bae] Janis: [😒 just coming up like 🚬 please and charging ahead to the garden/end of this tour] Jimmy: [you know he's gonna follow you gal even if it wasn't expected of him] Janis: [🚬 in silence like go away] Jimmy: [his turn to be on his phone while 🚬] Janis: [oh lads] Jimmy: [takes a pic of her 😒 face because he's a dickhead] Janis: ['delete that' when you're so moody lol] Jimmy: [does not] Janis: ['Oi' louder like he didn't hear] Jimmy: ['what?' boy you know] Janis: ['delete that picture now'] Jimmy: ['calm down, not gonna post it' still hasn't deleted it] Janis: ['that's not the point'] Jimmy: ['what is your point, Judith?' when you're just asking her why she's so mad like you don't know] Janis: ['I don't want you having photos of me on your phone' and coming over with your hand out like gimme] Jimmy: [does give it to her because 💔 by that] Janis: [deletes it like there, not so hard 'thank you' and handing it back] Jimmy: [just taking his phone back like this is super casual] Janis: [we're all fine and casual 'cept you so aren't and you're just here seething like hope the rest of you convinced Mia she weren't allowed to come out and 👀] Jimmy: [lighting another 🚬 as soon as you're done with the first one, nhs direct will be fuming at you as well sir] Janis: [never gonna heal at this rate lol] Jimmy: [honestly] Janis: [not the time to have that argument sadly] Jimmy: [fight fight fight] Janis: [More likely than admitting why you're actually pissed off but instead just laying down on some sun lounger bullshit and closing your eyes like lalalala] Jimmy: [that would be an artsy photo but we not gonna] Janis: [💔] Jimmy: [so awkward cos you know he's not leaving] Janis: [when you just laying there waiting but you can hear he ain't like what to do] Jimmy: [I like to imagine he's using this time wisely to deal with all the texts and shit he's been ignoring from Ian throughout the day and if there are any new ones from Cass cos not ignoring her ever] Janis: [be productive boy, we know you're ignoring all your fam all the time on the other hand so, finally sitting up like 'if you ain't gonna do this properly, we may as well just go now'] Jimmy: [comes to sit on the sun lounger the furthest away from the one she's on as a nice parallel to when he sat on the other end of the bench as far but as close as he could on school trip, but not yet looking up from his phone 'what are you on about?'] Janis: ['I mean, if you're going to jeopardize the plan by doing some ungoals shit I'm meant to then have an argument with you about, I can't be bothered, this is too much ballache as is, right'] Jimmy: [repeats what he just said but looking at her this time as if that will make her answer differently] Janis: [blinks at him like, really? 'what part of that did you not get?'] Jimmy: ['might be the part where you're not pulling your weight, fuck knows why I can't get my head round that though' sighs 'It were you stropping off and it were me who had to follow you to keep shit goals'] Janis: [a noise like um, what 'aside from the fact you walked off first, so you can't even have a go at me for it, I had to 'cos you were being a dick and what else could I do in response to that, nothing'] Jimmy: ['I walked off from the tour 'cause it's bollocks but I came back and now none of 'em could say I were being a dick' shrugs like the whole point is we play fake nice with them] Janis: ['yeah none of 'em can say that alright' 🙄 like don't be dense about it] Jimmy: [comes and sits on the end of the lounger she's on just looking at her 'what did you wanna do?' in reference to not being able to do anything else about him being a dick 'go on'] Janis: [looking back 'all I want is to not look like a twat in front of them, literally that's all' shrugs] Jimmy: ['Alright, you won't' draws a ✔ on her with his fingertip really softly and then looks back up at her 'promise'] Janis: [goes to say something multiple times but just nods 'cos safer] Jimmy: [just holding her hand and playing with it in a really soft way without thinking about it] Janis: [breathing out but in a calming down way not frustration] Jimmy: [a hug because that's something they do as mates nbd] Janis: ['this is such a headfuck' what part] Jimmy: ['I don't wanna do nowt that fucks you over' because way to say you care without actually doing it] Janis: ['we're on the same page then...' shakes head and then puts it in her hands like eurgh 'forget about it then?'] Jimmy: [does the thing where he goes to pat her on the head for bants but instead just strokes her hair cos he's the softest boy] Janis: [lying your head in his lap again 'just don't fuck Asia, yeah'] Jimmy: ['wouldn't if she paid us' has never meant anything he's said more than that lol] Janis: ['I'm glad to know the secret menu ain't just yous being pimped out, like'] Jimmy: ['me an' all'] Janis: [just snuggling on the low] Jimmy: [letting it happen] Janis: ['we could sleep out here' like probably not in your current attire but you're well used to sleeping outside otherwise] Jimmy: ['if you want' because he's done it too lbr and also we know he'll do anything she wants to] Janis: ['probably have to wait 'til they're asleep' sighs] Jimmy: ['no challenge that' these boring bitches are gonna go to sleep early obvs] Janis: ['even lizard boy will wear himself out after a go, like'] Jimmy: [a lol but a grossed out sound with it] Janis: [lols back 'as far as fake boyfriends go-' running her fingers up and down his arm '-thanks for not being scaly'] Jimmy: ['least I could do when you're so...' not gonna finish that sentence thank you] Janis: [looking up from his lap like ?] Jimmy: [just looking back at her like] Janis: [wrapping her arms around his neck to pull her face up and his down to meet it so she can kiss him] Jimmy: [letting this be a full make out moment even though you've been out here ages and the flat whites are gonna be gossiping cos idc] Janis: [none of us care, Asia you got no room to talk today lol] Jimmy: [likewise Mia you've been the WORST host so you can't say shit either] Janis: [obviously you will be but still, we do not care at all] Jimmy: [and we know most of them are team JJ at this point so deal with that babe] Janis: [lmao she will never] Jimmy: [Oh Mia] Janis: [truly what is this obsession, we will never know] Jimmy: [when even Grace is like dial it back and she's the OG of having an obsession with Janis so] Janis: [is she your twin sister who you miss and don't think loves you? no, I don't think so and we know you don't like any boy so even if you wanted to bang Jimmy you wouldn't need to be this weird about it] Jimmy: [mhmm wants to bang her own dad more like] Janis: [awkwardddd] Jimmy: [not the issue of why she can't but imagine what he'd look like please] Janis: [my boo like he ain't even hot haha] Jimmy: [tea though] Janis: [we all know it] Jimmy: [we should have her mum be there being cringe when they go back in so lowkey they haven't noticed how long JJ been gone even cos ugh] Janis: [dranking, flirting with Asia's man 'cos inappropriate parents yay] Jimmy: [a richer less trashy version of Carly's mum basically but her husband's doing the cheating instead of her] Janis: [that's the vibe, watch out Jimothy] Jimmy: [he walks in and wants to walk straight back out immediately so HAS TO pull the bae closer to him soz not soz] Janis: [protect ya mans from this sad middle-aged lady, like] Jimmy: [for real, sitting as far away from them all as you can without making it obvious meanwhile just pulling her into your lap like DON'T MOVE EVER THANK YOU] Janis: [getting to be real cutesy with it, said like you weren't snuggling outside lmao] Jimmy: [any excuse to be softer than you're pretending you like rn] Janis: [thanks for the excuse lads] Jimmy: [whispering shade about her weird mum so you don't have to think about not knowing where yours even is or if she's alive or nah] Janis: [just loling on the low like babe, you're so funny, 'cos obvs you've never met the bitch either and wow, what parents she has, she's gonna wanna die, oh Mia] Jimmy: [I'd feel bad for you but you're an evil bitch so I don't and what's more important is that Jimothy is clearly lowkey sad] Jimmy: [they wouldn't notice but we know Janis always notices things so] Janis: [squeezing his hand like you good?'] Jimmy: [just snuggling into her more because nobody's batting an eyelid at that] Janis: [kissing his forehead and murmuring something comforting about him still not feeling well 'cos fake sick earlier] Jimmy: [we're leaning into this narrative because nobody wants to be here] Janis: [nobody bitch, making a point of getting really cosy like we're gonna go to sleep now like Mrs Mia can you fuck off lol, putting a blanket over them and a pillow behind her head so he can stay sleeping on her] Jimmy: [the only time Mia and Janis have agreed on anything cos she really wants her mum to fuck off also] Janis: [just stroking his hair like he always do] Jimmy: [don't cry rn boy there's no styling it out] Janis: [just wait out these awkward last moments 'fore everyone goes to sleep lads] Jimmy: [everyone just faking they are asleep like let this end] Janis: [gonna take this opportunity tho] Janis: hey Jimmy: Alright? Janis: yeah Janis: you? Jimmy: Why wouldn't I be? Jimmy: best night EVER Janis: 😏 Janis: least we worked out why they're all such bitches Janis: this is their idea of fun Jimmy: least it weren't all shit Janis: the food was pretty good, yeah Jimmy: meant to be me who's the fat fuck Jimmy: don't be coming for my 👑 tah Janis: I'll let you keep it Janis: no 🐸 Jimmy: can't fight you for it, too unfit, me Janis: shut up Janis: you're well fit, babes Jimmy: 💕 Janis: 😍 Jimmy: 😘 Janis: 💖 Jimmy: [draws a heart with their initials in on whatever bit of her skin he can reach rn] Janis: [stops breathing for a hot sec] Jimmy: [keeping that hand wherever it landed so casually] Janis: Jimmy Jimmy: ? Janis: what do you wanna do when we get out of here ⛓ Jimmy: What do you wanna do? Janis: Something actually fun Janis: I dunno what yet, I'll be thinking Jimmy: Alright Janis: is Tammy asleep already or does she need an Oscar? Jimmy: [throws something at her that can't be traced back to him because he's so asleep and so ill bye] Janis: [he'd feel the lols she's holding in so hard rn] Jimmy: [tickles her a little bit but like too lightly to actually make her lol] Janis: [just squirming away so hardcore I hope no one else is that close to yous two] Jimmy: [pulling her back to you even closer than she was before if that's possible] Janis: [when you wanna makeout so bad but you also feel so soft so you're like no we can't but also why not ahh] Jimmy: [we know it's gonna happen lads] Janis: [try to be quiet there are so many peeps in this room with you not asleep yet] Jimmy: [there's your excuse to be softer with it cos a bit quieter well it would be if you weren't so into it] Janis: [just clenching your fists 'til your fingernails cut into your palms tryna be quiet over here when you're fully dying] Jimmy: [at least he'd obviously be dying as much imagine if one of you was really into it and the other person was like meh] Janis: [you both love it that's why there's no denying that, if there ever was tbh] Jimmy: [mhmm] Janis: [consider not going all the way here though tah lizard boy is 1000% listening and he doesn't deserve the show] Jimmy: [I know you really wanna lads but I really don't wanna give him those mental images or sound effects] Janis: [though he should totally spread it around that you did 'cos just real] Jimmy: [he's so that dickhead] Janis: [playing into Mia's hands, someone has to this sleepover has been a total fail for you babe] Jimmy: [suddenly don't hate him as much do you hun] Janis: [new bff lol] Jimmy: [you two should totally sneak off though cos nobody can stop you if they fake sleeping] Janis: [you simply must] Jimmy: [Mia's room blatantly] Janis: [fuck on her bed and go through her things, literally the least she deserves] Jimmy: [making what would already be a 🔥 hook up even better] Janis: [least you can make some noise, her rents room is probably a million miles away 'cos posh people] Jimmy: [love that for you two] Janis: [mood and a moment, shame you can't sleep in there] Jimmy: [well they could as long as they get up before Mia does which realistic cos a bitch is on death's door] Janis: [lmao, it's just a weird fuck you flex that I'm about] Jimmy: [same though] Janis: [taking a selfie so smug] Jimmy: [yaaas] Janis: [we'll pretend it's just for blackmail purposes later and not 'cos he looks that good but there's no denying your 😍] Jimmy: [we know they love an excuse for a photoshoot and the 😍 are mutual af] Janis: [honestly just staring at him appreciating for a hot sec] Jimmy: [looking at her like ? boy you know] Janis: ['it's rude'] Jimmy: ['what?'] Janis: [points at him like 'you'] Jimmy: [shakes his head and points at her instead trying not to blush] Janis: ['you're so' not purposely copying him from earlier but here we are] Jimmy: [gotta kiss her so you don't say something that we can't take back] Janis: [relatable] Jimmy: [I'm like how else can you fuck with Mia while you've basically got free run of her gaff rn lol] Janis: [there's got to be shit, like as long as you keep it quiet, you could do anything, within reason] Jimmy: [ninja-ing through the place] Janis: [also what can you do that she won't be able to say shit about/immediately know/assume it's you two hmm] Jimmy: [gotta be sneaky but yeah idk] Janis: [I wonder, maybe there's some cringe photos of her from childhood they could find? Jimmy: [love that and OMG maybe this is too far/ not feasible if her dad is like sleeping in his study wherever but I just thought what if they found something cringe about him/ his latest affair etc] Janis: [my mind was also there like no doubt his phone has a passcode but what if his laptop or something is open with an account logged in, I wasn't sure] Jimmy: [I say fuck it why not he's probably not that smart/ not expecting the sneak attack/ drunk] Janis: [let's do it honey, yo to the lo] Jimmy: [they're only gonna use it if she deserves it like when she gets him fired or something so it's her own fault] Janis: [mhmm, we know she has it coming so save it up honey] Jimmy: [that's her sorted then is there anything else we wanna have happen/ be said between them?] Janis: [1000% signing up for the dating apps and shit to find him...CATFISH HER DAD lmao we probably just need to decide how we're having them leave in the AM and then that should be good though] Jimmy: [obvs they gotta leave early so probably assume they can sneak off but I think they should all be up working out because Mia's that control freak who makes the squad except like Asia and her bf who refuse to get up lol] Janis: [what a disturbing scene like soz we gotta go rn immediately still] Jimmy: [Jimmy like I'm not dressed for your zumba fitness and also I'm not a wine mum so bye] Janis: [just get to be vaguely passive-aggressive about doing a real workout like buhbye] Jimmy: [love that for you both, Jimmy like I've got a puppy to walk because I don't kill and eat small living creatures 🐍] Janis: [so glad to be out of there alive tbh] Jimmy: [I dread to think what kind of weird intense workout Mia would actually do, oh girl] Janis: [the others just dying like how is she not] Jimmy: [fuelled purely by the mems of what a shit night she had] Janis: [and what 🔥 hookups they had all over your gaff] Jimmy: [meanwhile Jimothy'll be getting through community service because of how good she looks in yet more of his borrowed clothes] Janis: [you need to sneak home for provisions soon babe but not this morning] Jimmy: [#never soz cali] Janis: [you can be home if you want the row or nah, we know the vibe for always] Jimmy: [Twix will never let you leave gal she'll be buzzing to see you] Janis: [like where have you been bestie lmao] Jimmy: [real loves of each other's lives] Janis: [at least community service today won't be as shit now] Jimmy: [thank god, it's hilarious that this convo started how it did] Janis: [shamelessly making up for the lost time like it's going out of style] Jimmy: [living for how highkey you two are always] Janis: [aren't we all, especially you two, random thought but do we wanna have anyone else stand out/be of note in community service?] Jimmy: [oooh that's a good idea boo] Janis: [it has potential if we wanna use it] Jimmy: [agreed, we'll have to ponder, have you got anyone she always takes pics with or anything that you're like when the fuck am I gonna use you?] Janis: [aside from the boys from the Netflix show, not really] Jimmy: [they probably don't look like they're community service lads sadly] Janis: [lmao probably not though this is prime jealousy time for you all] Jimmy: [we should totally exploit that if nothing else because Asia is no actual threat but a community service girl that she thinks is his type, like hello and we know he gets jealous if she literally interacts with anyone rn so] Janis: [why not I say] Jimmy: [all the content we can get from the headfuck this time period is, we gotta] Janis: [right, they're just jealous is the point, there literally doesn't have to be anything in it] Jimmy: [we 👀 you] Janis: [do you wanna skip to a bit of that, or something else, end this here???] Jimmy: [we should probably end this here even if we wanna do some of that because a bit rude to ruin day 2 of community service as well as day 1 lol like give them a good one first at least] Janis: [yeah it doesn't have to be immediate okay leggo]

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cotton-buds-writing · 5 years ago

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Love Letters - Chapter One

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20815151/chapters/49477481

Word count - 2632

The Forbidden Kiss. We knew that it was wrong, that he was betrothed to my sister. But if this wasn't what he wanted, then why did he come to the field of desire? It was fated that we should meet like this.

“Hey!” A pillow flew across the room, colliding with a face, “Are we hanging out or what?” A small boy, no older than eleven, Leslie Jacobs, stood in the doorway, dressed in a green button up shirt with his hair gelled back, he looked smart, but that seemed to be a running trait in the Jacobs family. He looked at the teenage boy, about seventeen, David Jacobs, who was led flat on his made-up bed with his legs up against the wall, hair messy and a book in hand, “I just want to finish this chapter,” David replied, not even bothering to look over at his brother, At the distant sound of clattering pots and pans erupted from downstairs and a loud “Oh!” , he looked up from his book at the younger boy across from him in confusion, He quickly marked his page and swung his legs around to face his brother, “Should we go down and help him?” David asked him, Les just shrugged but a girl, their sister, Sarah Jacobs, a few years older than David, came from down the hall, stopping at the door frame. “He wants to do it himself, but please come and help me set the table,” She asked, leaning against the frame, she smiled, almost smug but still gentle and friendly, Les dropped the pillow on the floor, following her downstairs, sighing, “I hate when dad makes food, it always tastes like butt.” “Regardless, whatever dad puts in front of you, I want you to take a bite and say 'Mm, just like mum's!' okay?” “I was still eating smudged peas when mum died!” He answered back.

Finally reaching the empty dining table, just as David and Sarah went to grab an array of cutlery and dishes, there was a knock at the front door, and without a response, whoever was outside opened it, “Hey!” A tall boy walked in, Jack Kelly, sporting a pair of headphones around his neck and his hands and face covered in different coloured paint, “Hey,” Sarah walked up to him and greeted him with a smile and began walking over to him once she had put the dishes and such down on the table, “I’m not too late, am I?” He began kicking off his shoes, dropping them just next to the shoe rack lazily, “I was, uh- trying to mediate but I ended up falling asleep,” David glanced over from where he was at the dining table, just as Sarah bought Jack into a quick peck, “Smells good, Dr J,” He turned his direction towards the older man, Mayer, in the kitchen, who was currently taking a dish out of the oven, “Hey, Jack!” Mayer said back quite joyfully as he set down the food on the kitchen counter. "Davey,” Jack hastily made his way to the table, giving David a nod then a high five with a smile once he was close enough, Jack left David dazed, smiling like an idiot, and went over to talk to Mayer, “So, uh… what's cooking?” he asked.

-- ❀--

“Usually, if you just rock this thing back and forth-” The man glanced at the lump of burnt meat that lay in the dish, trying to slice it, having little luck, “It's supposed to fall off the bone.” Les muttered, leaning on the palm of his hand, on the table, earning him a “Shh,” from his sister, Mayer looked up to Jack, “Hey, Jack, come hang on to this while I saw, would you?” Sarah began to stand up, pushing Jack back down, “Hey, you know what, the electric knife is in the kitchen,” She hurried around to where the dish was, “And it'll have that thing ready to eat in two seconds, looks great, Dad, I'll be back.” She took it away and disappeared behind the wall divider and into the kitchen. Les slumped back into his chair with a huff, “I can't believe we're not going to see her until Thanksgiving.” “Hanukkah actually, Scotland's too far to come back for Thanksgiving.” Mayer corrected, sounds from the electric knife in the kitchen could be heard, switching between on and off, “Wait, are you kidding?" David said, shocked, mouth agape, "We're not gonna see her till Hanukkah?!” He looked upwards from where he was previously slouching in his chair and fiddling with the hem of his jumper, “Look on the bright side, Sarah won't be taking the car every day, you can practice your driving, and you can take Les to school,” “I forgot I had to drive with David now…” Les complained, rolling his eyes. David squinted his eyes at Les," Feel free to take the bus.” “If you ever need it, I can give you a ride. I'm not disappearing, I'm next door.” Offered Jack, making eye contact with the two siblings, Les cracked a grin, “Or I can drive, and if we get pulled over, we'll switch places real quick!” He suggested, starting to sit up again, “Top-notch idea, son.” Mayer gave a smile, “What'd I miss?” Sarah wandered back in, she was carrying a dish containing meat that was noticeably different, less burnt and more edible, “We were talking about what a bad driver David is,” Les explained, grinning directly at David, “Yeah, we were, but we were also talking about airplanes, which speaking of… I have a surprise for you…” Jack spoke up, taking a folded up piece of paper, handing it to Sarah once the dish was sat on the table, “Oh…?” She hummed as she started to dish up the meal, once everyone had their plates she unfolded it and began to read it over, “You couldn't come home for Thanksgiving, I figured I'd bring home to you. It's a plane ticket, I'm coming to Scotland.” “Look at Jack stepping up!” Mayer said gleefully, giving Jack a pat on the back, “You... You already paid for this?” “Yeah, I had a Google alert set for flights as soon as you decided you wanted to go to school there.” Jack smiled up at her from his chair, “Why?” Her expression fell, but she tried to keep a smile on her face, even if it was fake, a frown tugged at Jack's lips, he stayed silent, not exactly sure what to say, Les coughed, “Mm... Just like mum's…" He tried to clear the awkward silence that had just drifted over the table.

-- ❀ --

I guess I should tell you a little bit about Jack. He and Sarah have been together for the past two years, but before Sarah even cared that he existed, he was my first boyfriend. Well, space between the words… boy who was a friend. I could talk to him about anything, we just really understood one another.

“Okay, would you rather only drink water for the rest of your life, or you can drink whatever you want, but it has to have a drop of pee in it?” David asked Jack, they were both sat on the bleachers, probably their first or second year of high school, spots dotting they’re faces and David sporting a pair of square rimmed glasses. “Clear or yellow?” Jack added on, screwing the lid of his water bottle back on, “It has to be a little yellow.” "I mean, pee. Definitely pee. I can't give up Mountain Dew.” “Yeah, definitely. Pee's the only answer.”

We didn't stop being friends when Jack and Sarah got together, it was just... different.

“Water. Definitely water.” Sarah was sat between the two of them, “Yeah, me too, Definitely ” Jack agreed with her, the same question as before, but a different answer, whether it was a change in thought over the year or because of an influence, it was unknown to David, although he had his suspicions.

They didn't want me to feel left out, so they invited me everywhere, even on dates. They tried to make it as normal as possible, but I still felt like a third wheel. It's not that I wanted to steal my sister's boyfriend or anything. I was super happy for Sarah. She deserves a great guy like Jack. And so I wrote him a letter. I wasn't going to send the letter, it was just for me to understand how I was feeling. But really, I guess it was mainly about how sometimes I imagined what it would've been like if I'd realized how I felt about him sooner.

“…Making me look like the bad guy!” David’s ears pricked up, he was sat at his desk, a plain box sat on the surface, containing five letters, one of which being addressed to Jack, the sound of yelling could be heard from just outside the house, on the pavement in the street, the scene illuminated by the few streetlights that decorated the street, “Do you know how hard that was?” Jack yelled back, just as loud as Sarah, throwing his arms out in frustration. “You shouldn't have in front of them!” The girl retaliated, almost immediately storming away and back into the house, leaving Jack alone in the glow of the streetlights.

My letters are my most secret possessions. There are five total: Romeo from camp, Katherine from seventh grade, Racetrack from Homecoming, Specs from Model UN, and Jack.

I write a letter when I have a crush so intense I don't know what else to do. Rereading my letters reminds me of how powerful and how all-consuming my emotions can be, Sarah would say I'm being dramatic, but I think drama can be fun…

“ What are you doing?” Sarah’s voice pulled David out of the void that was his thoughts. “Nothing.” He replied, peaking his head out from where he was sat, on the floor beside his bed, David stuffed the letter he was holding back into its envelope, then back into a small cardboard box, it was plain, just a pen-written ‘Davey’ on, and he shoved the box underneath a pile of blankets that were just beside his un-made bed,

Just as long as nobody else knows about it.

“Your room's a mess.” Sarah strolled in, leaving the door ajar, there wasn’t a smile sporting her face, nor the same glow in her eyes as before, she sat on the bed, bringing a pillow to her chest, hugging it David moved from the floor to his bed, sitting opposite his sister, cross legged, squinting his eyes a little, “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” There was something about her tone that didn’t seem quite right to David, her avoided eye-contact and the way she tried to hide half of her face in the plump pillow in her hands, “Well…?” Davey encouraged, trying to keep direct eye contact with her, she was probably the only person other than Crutchie that he would willingly hold eye contact with. “I don't know, I just broke up with Jack.” “You did what? Why?” He leaned back, putting his weight on his hands, not sure whether to be confused or surprised more, "Before Mum died, she said I should never go to college with a boyfriend.” “But you love him.” “I know.” “So, do you think you might change your mind?” “No. No, never." She glanced around his room, changing the subject, "When I was packing for college, I had Dad make a box of things to take to Goodwill. I think you should do it too, I made you a box.” “I don't really think there's anything I can part with at the moment.” “Davey, I'm leaving tomorrow. That means you're going to be the oldest sibling. You need to set a good example for Leslie, no gorging on chips before dinner and you really need to clean your room…” “Can we go back to talking about how you're sad?” David sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

Sarah says when something is no longer useful, you either donate it, recycle it, or throw it away. I always knew she felt that way about objects but… I didn't think she could feel that about a person.

-- ❀ --

“...Will depart from Gate 39.” A voice announced from the speaker, signalling the arrival of Sarah’s plane, David glanced towards her with sympathetic eyes, a few tears welling up, “Come here.” Sarah opened her arms, embracing him tightly, “Hey, you need a magazine.” David pulled back, wiping his eyes with his sleeves, sniffling slightly, “We'll be right back.” Les spoke up, nodding his head, pulling Mayer off with him towards the newsagent in the corner, “You gonna be okay?” Sarah waited for the pair to leave before turning her focus to David, “Did you have to pick the furthest college you could think of? Who am I supposed to eat lunch with?” He pulled back completely, trying to lighten the air, “I think you should look at this as an opportunity to branch out and make new friends.” She suggested, “No.” “You never know what could happen.” “That's what I'm afraid of.” “If you need me, I'm a Skype call away.” “Until you start going to pubs and eating haggis with your Scottish friends, and forget about us.” “I can promise you, I will never... ever eat haggis.” “We couldn't decide, so we got you all of them.” Les and Mayer appeared again, holding about ten to fifteen magazines, holding them out to Sarah, “That's Road & Track, it doesn't sound that interesting, but if you stick with it…” Mayer handed her the magazine, another announcement sounded, so he pulled her in for a hug, “Come here.” “Alright, I gotta go.” She said, trying to hold back tears of her own. Sarah turned to give each one a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, taking the rest of the magazines, stuffing them in her bag, then began walking towards the gate, dragging a small carry-on suitcase behind her, “Think she'll turn around?” Les asked hopefully, “No, that's not Sarah.” David answered truthfully, though secretly wishing that she would, “Can we have a dog now?” Les asked, “No, but that's a nice try.” Mayer ruffled the boy's hair a little, nodding his head as if to say that they should get going at this point.

The journey home was felt off to David, for a reason unknown to him, Sarah’s absence was something that he would have to get used to, but in his mind he couldn’t exactly see anything good happening, of course, fitting in some driving experience would be one thing, but even then, just the thought of having to drive to and from school every day made him anxious, and Les’ insults probably wouldn’t help, though the boy only meant them as a joke, not seriously, and from previous experience, he knew when to stop, he knew where the line was and he never crossed it. David fiddled with his sleeves, pulling gently at the fraying seams, though, being careful not to fully wreck it, he made a mental note to himself to buy another sweater at some point within the next week seen as messing around with the fraying threads seemed to be a habit of his. He glanced out the window for a moment, noticing how the street lamps and traffic lights reflected off of the wet concrete, creating a mixture of yellow, red, and green, he could hear Mayer and Les bickering, something about whether they bought enough magazines for Sarah, he managed to crack a smile, still sniffing and having to dry his eyes every so often.

Take a deep breath, Dave You'll be just fine.

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michael-langdon-appreciation · 6 years ago

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Apocalypse After (Part 4)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader

Summary: There was never any hope of saving Michael Langdon, never a chance to stop the apocalypse. The Antichrist was already too intertwined with his destiny when the reader met him all those years ago. But Mallory can go back and make things right and when the reader travels with her, an opportunity sparks to try and make things right after all.

Words: 4.6K

Warning: omg I don’t think we have any?!

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A/N: Part 4 is here! This chap is really exploring the beginnings of Michael and Y/N’s relationship, how they’re gonna fit together and how they adjust to each other. No romance yet though cause Michael is still a bubba at this point (think Return to Murder House). Also I am not a Banker and haven’t a clue about accounts lol so if I do slip-up let me know!

We have to take the bus into the city. I don’t have a phone to call an Uber and Michael has no possessions whatsoever, all we have are the clothes on our backs and mine are on loan from Violet. I promised I’d buy the girl a whole room of new stuff if she let me hang onto her favourite jeans and got rid of the purple taffeta mess I’d arrived in.

‘What do we do first?’ Michael asks, swinging into a seat at the back of the bus. ’Are we gonna stay in a hotel?’

What has Constance been teaching him?

‘This isn’t Home Alone.’ I tell him, taking the seat beside him. ’We need a house.’

Michael frowns, ‘Do you have money?’

‘No.’

I moved to Robichaux back in twenty fourteen, the Coven was my life right up until I met Michael and he became my new home. He cocks his lip at me, ‘Then how are we gonna live?’

I return his scowl with one of my own, ‘Yee of little faith.’

He waits for me to elaborate and when I don’t reply, Michael takes up fiddling with his sleeves. I bat his hands away, ‘Don’t fiddle, it’s a bad habit.’

‘Why?’

‘It makes you look nervous. Shifty, like you have a reason to hide.’

Michael holds off for five minutes before resuming the action. He stares out the window watching the world go by as he hides his hands in the too long sleeves. His expression is one of intrigue and I can’t help asking, ‘Have you ever been to Santa Monica?’

‘Not often.’ He reveals, ‘Only when I could fit in the stroller. Grandma would take me to the hairdressers with her and she’d let me choose a chocolate bar on the way home if I was good.’

‘That mustn’t have been very often.’ I joke, nudging his shoulder.

Michael’s head whips round to me, ‘That’s not very nice.’ He scolds, ‘I can be good. I willbe good.’

I didn’t mean for him to take it that way. Vivian’s words must have really hit a chord with him, Michael’s desperation to meet her approval shining in his eyes. He turns his body back to the window and gives me the cold shoulder, I catch him tugging at the sleeves of his jumper again. ‘Stop it.’ I say, ‘I’ve told you once.’

‘You’re not my Mom.’ He snaps back, drawing the interests of some of the passengers near us.

‘No, but I am the one in charge.’ I say, ‘Stop acting like a brat.’

‘I’m not-’

‘Michael…’ He harrumphs and throws himself back in his seat, he takes his time rolling his head in my direction till finally those blue eyes penetrate mine. I find myself distracted by the range of emotions swirling there, there’s an unbridled resentment there that unsettles me, growing more obvious during our battle of wills. I don’t think Michael’s met anyone he hasn’t been able to push over or who hasn’t just given up on him before. ‘It’s gonna be difficult at first.’ I say, ‘We don’t have a home, we don’t have money. We’re completely starting over, but it’s better than where we came from.’

He listens intently and then nods in agreement, ‘When are you gonna tell me where you come from?’ That spark of genius flickers across his face again, ‘I know you aren’t an angel. If you were you wouldn’t talk back to me and you wouldn’t have shoved my Dad against a wall. But you’re something strong, I can feel it.’

There’s always been a magnetism between us.

‘When we have a house I’ll tell you.’ I promise and this seems to satisfy Michael for now.

‘I know you’ve done a lot for me.’ He mumbles, glancing round the bus as we come to a stop. Michael watches an old couple at the front, the man’s arm wrapped round her shoulders. ‘I’m not trying to be ungrateful-’

‘It’s fine.’

I calculate how many stops we have left till we reach our destination. Just two, thankfully, it’s the most awkward bus ride I’ve ever had. Michael’s shoulder brushes up against mine every time he fidgets, his focus still on the couple. I wish I had a phone, I’m gonna have to pick one up. But with what money I’m not sure, I have no idea what my savings were like back in 2014, did I even have any? I’m hoping my plan is going to work, but I know it’s risky.

Michael’s hand slips into mine, derailing my thoughts. His hand is warm and Michael’s fingers easily wrap round mine. He steals a peak at me, so quickly I almost don’t catch it. What do I do? Do I let him get close to me like this? He’s six years old, it’s just a comfort thing. But it doesn’t feel like that, not when Michael’s thumb glides over my skin.

Our stop arrives before I’ve made a decision on what to do about Michael’s hand in mine. We get off in the middle of Santa Monica and I tug Michael through the streets, ‘What are we looking for?’ He calls, letting eyes roving everywhere. Michael takes in the high-rise buildings and palm-trees, the bright shop names and the milling beach-goers, locals and tourists.

‘A bank.’ I inform him, ‘I need to access our savings.’

‘Our savings?’ Michael repeats, ‘I have no money.’

‘Not exactly true.’

We weave through the streets, even in the middle of the city we have a small glimpse of the sea straight ahead of us. Michael yanks me back from the cross-walk, ‘There?’ He points out the First Republic Bank and I grin at the sight of it.

I pull Michael onto the nearest bench, ‘Once we get inside you are going to have to behave, I don’t care about any excuses. If things don’t work out I’m gonna have to perform more magic.’ I tell him and Michael’s eyebrow go skyward in excitement, ‘This is crucial, Michael. You don’t do anything, even if things go horribly wrong. I will get us out of there.’

‘What could go wrong?’

‘Hopefully nothing.’ I say, ‘But we haven’t exactly had the best luck have we?’

His eyes wander to the fish taco shop opposite, ‘Well now you’ve jinxed it.’

‘You wish to combine the accounts?’ The Teller eyes us down, ‘How old are you both?’

Michael goes to answer but I beat him to it, ‘We’ve just graduated college.’ I reply, flashing my best smile.

The man we’re speaking to doesn’t seem all that thrilled to be dealing with us mere kids. He stares Michael down, but to Michael’s credit he doesn’t show any weakness, ’You wish to withdraw money from the Harmon’s account based on the fact that you are their son?’

‘That’s right,’ Michael says.

‘But here’s where your little charade falls apart,’ The Teller smirks at us, as if we’ve fallen right into his claws. ‘Mr and Mrs Harmon died in twenty twelve and their son was stillborn, their benefactor claimed the account money years ago. So whoever you are, I need to ask you to leave before I call the police.’

‘Who is the benefactor?’ I ask.

‘Classified.’

I hate that word, my eyes slipping over to Michael. He looks back at me as if he’s waiting for something, and I realise he wants my magic show to begin.

‘There were twins.’ I reply, ‘Two sons. Upon the death of the Harmons, Michael was raised by his God-Mother.’

The Teller does not believe us, he addresses Michael. ‘Who is your Godmother? They may be the benefactor but I would need a name first.’

I try to kick Michael under the table, but he babbles out the name anyway, ’Constance Langdon.’

I have to work quickly.

‘Radicem suam voluntatem.’

It’s a stronger Concilium spell than the one I used on Tate, I was taught this spell by Myrtle Snow herself. The Teller goes rigid, his expression slack and a bark of laughter escapes from Michael.

‘What did you do?’ He looks thrilled, waving a hand in front of the Teller and receiving no reaction.

‘Shut up,’ I hiss. This spell is all about eye contact and I cannot be distracted or the Teller could break free. ‘You will release the money from the Harmons account.’ I take out a piece of paper from my pocket and slide it across the table, ‘You will do so based on the wishes of Ben Harmon himself written by his hand in this last will and testament which overrides any previous false wills. Michael Langdon is the son of Ben and Vivian Harmon and he is their last living relative. All the money in their accounts goes to Michael.’

It isn’t exactly legitimate, I’m not a Banker and I haven’t the faintest idea if this is going to work. Ben had stopped us before we left the Murder House and handed over his will to me. The ghosts in the Murder House knew Michael was being raised by Constance, so Ben had created this will in the event of Michael’s reappearance to give him some extra help, despite Vivian’s wishes.

‘The money has been withdrawn.’ The Teller informs me, ‘You’re too late.’

‘Who withdrew it?’ I demand as the Teller’s will pushes against my magic, I hold him in place with my eyes. His eyes move from me to his computer screen and he starts typing. I move round to make sure he’s doing his job. The Harmon’s account opens and I let out a noise of disappointment. It’s more or less a big fat zero, but the account the money was transferred to is also there.

‘Constance.’ I growl, the bitch withdrew Michael’s owed money for herself. Probably the moment Ben Harmon died.

‘If she is the boy’s Godmother I’m sure the money went to college.’ The Teller assumes and I roll my eyes. We’ve lost out and our chances of securing any money for ourselves dies like the poor souls trapped in the Murder House.

Then there’s also the fact Michael said Constance’s name.

The boy responsible for my problems stands and peers at the Teller, now blank once again. ‘He’s totally under your control.’ He marvels, ‘Can I do that?’

It’s too much of a risk.

I take out the bottle of water I bought back at the Fish Taco shop, open the lid and spit in it. I place it in the Teller’s hand, ‘Drink.’ He shudders, fighting the physical compulsion to follow my commands. He strains against me, the veins in his forehead becoming more and more visible as he battles for his freedom. Michael’s watching with his mouth hanging open, ‘What are you doing?’

‘Drink.’ I repeat and the Teller snaps, bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a huge gulp. I pat him on the shoulder, ‘Only some memory loss, you’ll forget you ever saw us. Come on, Michael.’

Michael frowns but he follows me out of the bank, ‘Did we get our money?’

‘No.’ I say, ‘Constance stole it all.’

‘So we go and use our magic to get it from her, or use magic to fix our accounts.’

I snort, ‘I don’t have thatmuch power.’

Michael observes me, ‘I think you’re capable of remarkable feats.’ His words have a honey to them that has me momentarily stumped. Michael offers me a little smile, ‘So are we gonna sleep outside?’

‘Well it didn’t help you told them about Constance,’ I remind him.

‘Why?’

‘What would you have done if she got a call from the bank saying Michael Langdon her ‘God-Son’ was trying to access the Harmon’s accounts. Constance thinks you’re dead.’

Michael scowls, ‘Well I’m not. She left me to die.’

I could strangle the boy. ‘I know,’ I say evenly. ‘But she would track you down and who knows what would happen then.’

He doesn’t seem to care. Michael crosses his arms and his gaze falls on a MacDonalds up the road, ‘I’m hungry.’

I definitely couldn’t be a mother.

‘Go and order something for us.’ I tell him, ‘There’s a call I need to make.’

Michael scarpers off, abandoning me in the streets of Santa Monica.

I didn’t want to have to go there yet, but with the Harmon’s money gone and with none of my own I have only one option. I locate the nearest payphone and dial the number I know by heart and hold it up to my ear, waiting for someone to pick up.

Cordelia was as much a mother to me as she was to all her girls. Her voice is tight and I can hear the emotion quavering as she spoke, ‘You’re alive?’

‘Yes.’ I keep my answer short, not knowing how she’s going to take my sudden re-appearance.

‘Where the hell have you been Y/N? You vanish right in the middle of class, Zoe’s not been right since you disappeared. It was like you were taken by something and no one could find you anywhere.’

She won’t let me get a word in, so I wait for the Supreme to calm down. ‘I’m fine.’ I repeat, ‘I don’t know exactly what happened, maybe the spell I was doing went wrong.’ I’m getting very good at spinning these lies, ‘I need your help.’

‘You need to get yourself to New Orleans right now.’

‘I can’t.’ I tell her, ‘There’s things I need to take care of.’

‘What things?’ It touches me that Cordelia still cares about me so much. She should though, in this timeline I’ve only disappeared, there’s no bad blood between us yet, even if it did take all my pride to call the Coven. ‘What do you need?’

‘Money.’ I get to the point, ‘There’s something I’ve found that I’m investigating but I need to be able to afford accommodation. Can you work your magic and help me out?’

Cordelia doesn’t acknowledge my pun, ‘Where are you?’

‘New York.’

I’m not going to tell her where I really am, the last thing I need is Cordelia Goode turning up on my doorstep while I’m harbouring the ex-Antichrist.

There’s a pause and I can hear Cordelia talking with someone else.‘I’m sending you the funds now. You should have everything you need.’

‘Thank you, Cordelia.’

‘On the basis that the moment you are finished you come straight home.’ She tells me, ‘You aren’t doing anything dangerous are you?’

‘No I’m not.’ I say, ‘It’s a personal matter. I’m sorry, I can’t say more.’

‘I mean it, Y/N. I will get the council involved if you don’t keep in contact with me.’

She’s making me check in, Cordelia wants to keep tabs on me. I suppose she’s only trying to look out for me, ‘Alright.’ I agree, ‘Thank you for your help.’

‘Has it gone through?’

The Coven’s ability to move huge sums of cash has always intrigued me. It’s so mafia how they earn all their money. I know most of its handed down through the generations and people pay good money for a little magical help. I’m sure Fiona had a good few million stored up when she died that Cordelia’s put to good use.

‘I’ll let you know when I have a phone.’

‘Jesus, Y/N.’I smile, knowing I must sound ridiculous. ‘Stay safe.’ She warns, ‘If I hear of anything I’m coming to get you.’

Of course she will, or she’ll send one of her little minions. I hang up the call and head towards the MacDonalds, praying I won’t see Cordelia Goode any time soon.

Purchasing a house was pretty simple, a quick lie about starting college combined with the amount of zeros recently added to my account made the process quick and easy. But Michael got his way and we did have to spend our first couple of nights together in a hotel.

I was worried so many new experiences would overwhelm Michael, he’d lived such a sheltered life so far. He drank in the world around him like a man parched of water, his eyes roving everywhere pointing out the slightest and most minute of details. He saw the world through a magnifying glass, as if everything was heightened. Michael memorised the way to our room with absolute ease, navigating the corridors and which lift to take as if he worked there himself. He worked out how to fix the broken HDMI cable in our room in under an hour and took it upon himself to handle the management of moving of our new furniture into the house, even though I didn’t think he’d ever supervised anything in his life. He was still growing at an exponential rate, still advancing at genius level. I believe his exposure to such a vast amount of stimulus was encouraging his mental growth to catch up to his body, it was showing with his magic.

‘What have I told you about the bed?’ I grumble, putting down my bags on the desk.

Michael’s bed thunders back to the floor, ‘You said to practice.’

‘I meant sending a fork whizzing through the air.’ I say, my eyes catching yet another room service tray sat on my bed, only a few crumbs left. ‘And these room service bills,’ I snatch the receipt off the tray, signed with Michael’s new loopy signature. ‘We aren’t made of money.’

‘But we are.’ He points out, ‘I did the accounts, Y/N.’ He become much more familiar with me and my name. Michael likes to eek it out, his mouth forming every vowel as if he’s experimenting to find which version suits him the most. He smiles when I don’t have another retort and watches as I take out my new laptop and start setting it up, ‘Do I get one?’

‘What would you do on it?’

Michael shrugs, ‘Stuff.’

‘Exactly.’

The laptop pings into life and Michael’s curiosity gets the better of him. He grabs the other bags and makes the short distance from his bed to mine, upending the bags and leting the contents tumble all over the bed. I do my best to ignore him as Michael inspects the new clothes I’ve bought him holding them against his body, ‘Try them on.’

Michael peers over my shoulder, ‘Are they all for me?’

‘All but the dresses.’

His arms wrap around me and squeeze tight, ‘Thank you.’ He gathers up an armful and heads straight to the bathroom.

That was the first time Michael had hugged me or shown any kind of affection since the bus ride. I thought he had reigned himself in, but clearly not. The anti-virus is installing when Michael pops back out, dressed in a black shirt and black jeans. He looks at himself in the mirror, ‘It’s very …black.’

‘What’s wrong with black?’ I ask.

‘It’s just black.’ He states, ‘Boring.’

‘It suits you.’ I praise, fishing in one of the bags and producing a tub of hair cream. I climb off my bed and hand it to him, ‘Knock yourself out.’

I catch the light dusting of blush on Michael’s cheeks as he takes the tub and inspects it, ‘What do I do with it?’

‘You use it to tame your hair.’

‘What’s wrong with my hair?’

Maybe I am trying to dress him up too much, trying to shape Michael into the man I knew. ‘You’re right.’ I take the tub back off him, ‘Too soon. There’s nothing wrong with it, your hair is lovely as it is.’ I muss a little for emphasis and Michael pushes me away. I settle back on my bed, the anti-virus now finished. I jump straight onto Amazon and open a secondary tab for IKEA.

Michael appears before me, his face just above my laptop. ‘Y/N?’ I meet his gaze. Michael’s eyes shine with apprehension, ‘Are you gonna send me to school? Like the other kids?’

I hadn’t thought about that, though I doubt any other kids could already become an accountant. ‘No.’ Relief flickers across Michael’s face, ‘I think we should focus on your magic.’

He nods his agreement, “Good. I wouldn’t know how to…’ A pang of sympathy runs through me and Michael catches it. ‘I’m not an imbecile.’ He says and I’m sure he got that word from Constance. ‘I can make friends. I can do school I just think-’

‘You don’t have to explain yourself to me.’

Michael pauses mid-rant, not expecting my calm approach. I click open a word document, ‘Pass me my handbag?’ He retrieves it for me and I pull out the notebook where Michael’s account info is kept. ‘Update this for me, will you? All the receipts from today are in my purse.’

He gets to work, grabbing the pencil and little notepad set out by the maid every day. We work in amicable silence, Michael jotting down his sums, eyebrows moving up and down as his brilliant mind calculates while I online shop.

‘When do you think Mom will accept me?’

His question catches me off guard, ‘What?’

‘Vivian.’ Michael clarifies, ‘She said if I be good, if I get things under control then I can visit her.’ I wait for him to carry on, ‘Well I’ve been good for three days.’ Michael points out, ‘When do I know if I’ve been good enough?’

He has a point.

‘I don’t know, babe.’ I reply, pushing the laptop off my lap to take a break. ‘Once we’re moved in things will be easier. We can set up some real lesson plans and get you started on controlling your powers.’

‘But I wanna see them.’ Michael insists, ‘Violet and Ben and Vivian and Jeffrey.’

‘Well maybe we can visit again soon.’ I offer, ‘It’ll be a process, Michael. You’ve got to give them time too.’

Michael returns to his sums while I observe him. I have no denial about how monumental the task ahead of me is. To train Michael and hone his powers, teach him to control them and expand that patience into every other aspect of his life. Back at the Hawthorne Academy, when I first met Michael Langdon I saw how the Warlocks fast-tracked him along for their own purposes. It was never about Michael, just how my education with the Coven became less about my own personal growth and more about developing me as a tool, as a weapon they could use against him.

Oh how it backfired, Michael and I choosing to stand by each other rather than becoming the enemies we were shaped to be.

‘Done.’ Michael announces showing me the math, ‘We’re still doing really good.’

I take the notepad from him and start copying the info onto my word document, ‘You’re smart, you know.’

He grins, ‘I do know.’

‘Arrogant too.’

‘I know.’

He’s doing it to wind me up. In three days Michael has already perfected how to get under my skin, behaving more and more like my brother. That word sickens me a little, I don’t want my relationship with Michael to be familial, but how can it be anything else? In the past we looked out for each other, but Michael took the lead on that role. Now I’m his caregiver, his provider but I do not want to be his mother.

I won’t be.

Dinner ends up being room service again. I pointedly ignore Michael’s smirk all throughout our meal as he chomps down on fish and chips and a brownie. He can eat anything and still have those sharp cheekbones, it’s not fair. Our evenings have been spent watching crap hotel TV and experimenting with small-scale magic and tonight is no different. Michael has gotten into Hells Kitchen. I think he likes watching all the aspiring chefs panic under Gordon Ramsey’s wrath. He has his favourites, he cheers them on, hisses when they are sent home. Honestly, Michael is more interesting to watch than the show.

Now I have my laptop I settle back into social media, making sure to keep myself private. I check on the Coven girls, Zoe, Queenie, Cordelia and try to find a trace of Mallory. Cordelia’s words still hang over my head and I send her a quick text knowing it’s better to keep her fed with updates than have her set one of the other witches on my tail. ‘Whatcha doing?’ Michael complains, ‘Are you even watching?’

‘Half-watching, babe.’ I reply, reading Cordelia’s quick-fire response.

I’m distracted by Michael’s weight, nudging me over and climbing into bed with me. This is a new development, there’s always been an understanding that neither of us invades the other’s bed. It’s our only personal space, having to share a bathroom too. Michael’s still wearing his new clothes as he pulls the duvet up over us. He confiscates my laptop and puts it on the floor, ‘Watch.’

‘I am.’

‘Watch properly.’

I give in, letting the show absorb me, but I just can’t give it my all when Michael’s so close, when his hand has slid to cup the side of my thigh. It’s a small action, but one that sends a thousand questions running through me. Is this appropriate? The age gap between us seems problematic, my twenty-one years seeming so uneven against his sixteen, or is it six?

I scoot up making some space between us both. Michael doesn’t comment on it as I retrieve my phone and check for any other messages. Thankfully there’s nothing, my circle of friends isn’t exactly wide right now. ‘Moving tomorrow.’ I venture, ‘Excited.’

Michael screws up his nose, ‘I like it here.’

‘But you’ll have your own room.’ I point out, ‘We won’t be on top of each other.’

‘You mean you can put some space between us.’

I hope I’m not saying the wrong thing again, ’Sometimes that’s a good thing.’

‘I don’t mind it.’ He looks at me, ‘I’ve been alone a lot, it’s nice to have company.’

He’s killing me. Michael’s eyes fall on my phone, he opens his hand and my phone flies into his open palm. He puts it down with my laptop, ‘I’m getting better.’

He certainly is, already mastering Telekinesis. Has Michael retained the same capacity of power he had as the Antichrist? Is that possible?

We start a game of making the notepad fly back and forth between us while the program finishes, when it does I sink down into bed, ‘Sleep.’

Michael stares at me, ‘It’s nine.’

‘I’m tired.’ I say, turning on my side. ‘I’ve been out all day while you’ve been in here eating away our money.’

‘Funny.’ Michael’s voice drifts into my ear and when I look up he’s right above me. ‘I’m not going to sleep yet.’

‘I don’t know how you stay up so late.’

Michael smirks, ‘I had a PS2 in my room. Grandma never cared how long I stayed up for as long as I wasn’t causing trouble.’

I turn my light out and wait for Michael to move off my bed back to his own. His weight disappears and I listen to him padding around as I try to find sleep. The TV gets switched off, plunging the room into darkness and I wait to hear Michael sink onto his own bed, but it never comes. My duvet lifts and I feel Michael press himself up against me, ‘What are you doing?’

‘Getting comfortable.’ He answers, his nose pressing into my hair.

‘Michael, I don’t think this is very appropriate-’

‘You said you weren’t going to be my Mom.’ Michael says, ‘And I don’t want you to be.’

What on earth does he mean by that?

His arm slides around my waist, tugging me back into him. I can feel his soft cotton pyjamas brushing my ankles as his bare feet press into the back of my legs, stealing my heat. ‘I don’t know, Michael.’

‘Please.’ His voice is a flutter in my ear, ‘I just wanna be close.’

I bite back the thought I nearly voice, that Michael always gets too hot in bed. But he’s not running as warm as he used to, Michael’s a normal temperature, still invitingly warm but not oppressive. I already know he’s going to win this battle, I don’t have the energy and part of me wants the contact as much as he does. I miss having Michael with me, but I’m scared that I’m giving in too easily. He’s already got me wrapped round his little finger with only a well placed pout and a smile.

I can’t let this get any further, not until he’s older.

I turn over and he smiles dopily at me, his hand still on my waist. I run my fingers through his hair watching how he basks in the attention. It takes a lot of willpower to extract myself from my bed and settle down in his own. Michael rolls over to look at me as I snuggle down into his pillows. His eyes are questions marks that quickly dissolve into hurt, the rejection pooling in his eyes. He turns over and pulls the duvet tight around him, refusing to say another word to me.

It was cold, he didn’t deserve that after being so well behaved the past couple of days. The guilt bites at my chest, how could I do that to him? After all he’s been through? I try to find sleep, but an empty bed just isn’t the same. I miss his warmth, the feel of Michael’s arms around my body and I don’t sleep a wink, not with Michael crying into his pillow till the early hours of the morning.

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Some AUs that I Love

Okay so I made a giant list of AUs, prompts, and other things that I love so that you guys could reblog/request/get inspiration from them! I know some are really similar, but honestly that just means I really love that trope! Please feel free to reblog these and use them for your own purposes! I’ll update this list as time goes on, I’m sure, as I’ve had a running list for a long time that was just on my phone. I also don’t own any of these (besides 152 and 196).

it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost

I thought I was the only one who liked the waffle station in the cafeteria

it’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay

The guy with the bibles on the quad has cornered me and is screaming about hell, please rescue me

You’re the only one who actually responded to the desperate message I sent to the whole class about needing the notes

'i ordered a pumpkin spice latte at starbucks and you made a heart with the foam and i decided to drink it here so i can smile at you some more’ au

you walked here in a blizzard to get your hot chocolate but you forgot your wallet at home, here, let me buy your drink for you

we’re at the mall when there’s a severe weather warning over the loudspeakers, guess we’re spending the night here

“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU

“You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AU

“You have just witnessed me cry over the ending to my favorite game before class began please don’t ever tell anyone about this.”

“I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”

“I’m exhausted, feverish, and hacking up a lung, and the student health center’s first suggestion was pregnancy, can you help me get to the ER in town” AU

“I know that this probably isn’t a good idea but it’s included in the meal plan and I’m stressed out, so I keep hitting the ice cream sundae bar in the buffet style dining hall at least a couple times a week” AU

bonding solely via eye contact over that annoying person on our plane that we’re both slowly becoming more and more exasperated about au

you fell asleep and i started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple au

actually, any mistaken for a couple au

having to SHARE A LIVING SPACE FOR ARBITRARY FIC REASONS. having to see each other in their pajamas first thing in the morning, messy haired, drowsy eyed and soft faced. going from “you can have the bathroom first” to brushing their teeth beside each other and feeling like this closeness has always existed (at the same time, painfully aware that it won’t always).

bed sharing. :^) we all pretend we’re bigger than this but we are not.

'room mate has a nightmare and doesn’t want to sit alone at night’ au

'room mate gets sick and needs tissues and cough sweets and soup’ au

ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine and i can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hussed tones and it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.

Don’t tell anyone you saw me crying AU

did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…

You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole

'i’m having a minor breakdown in the middle of bed bath and beyond and you’re a bewildered shopper who wants to buy plates but also to make sure i’m okay bc im wailing a little bit in the kitchenware section’ au

“I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”

“You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”

“We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs”

“You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious”

It’s like 3AM and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk pls take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’ neighbor of mine AU

The walls in this apartment building are really thin and I can hear you having mental breakdowns all the time are you okay? AU

“I barely know you but my boyfriend just broke up with me and you heard me crying so you brought over ice cream and movies” AU

I was in a hurry and I ran into you outside the coffee shop while you were carrying two lattes and it turns out they were both for you except that now you’re wearing them I’m so sorry

‘i offer you my bed to sleep in bc our respective roommates are getting it on in your room and take the sofa to sleep on only i wake up back in my bed with your tiny body wrapped around me and damn me if it isn’t the cutest thing i’ve ever seen’ au

You passed out in my car because of strong medication and now I have to figure out how to get you home and avoid taking a picture of your cute sleeping face.”

“Hi so i know we haven’t talked before but we have French Literature together and i noticed you’ve been gone and since we’re on the same dormitory floor i thought i’d stop by and give you my really thorough notes and oh wow you’re rEALLY sick are you ok?”

you look so good and so many people are trying to pick you up and I can only sit in the corner and seethe, and now people are giving me concerned looks

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

I’m worried about your coffee dependency

“My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

meeting while waiting for hours on end in the emergency room au

‘i’m pretending to be ur bff bc u looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on u’ AU

“We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

“we work at the same office and never really interacted but suddenly we’ve been taken hostage” AU

“at a concert and you kinda saved me from being trampled” AU

“can i borrow your blanket? i need to cry.” AU

‘im really sorry i keep staring but i dreamed about you horribly dying last night and i just wanted to make sure you dont spontaneously combust’

‘i drew you a mathematical heart curve for valentine’s day u nerd’

“I’m a waiter/waitress and you always sit in my section. I really like you and i thought you liked me back until you walked in here with a date, w h o o p s would you look at that I keep spilling stuff on them” au

Another waiter/waitress one: “You always come to this place and never talk much, but now these two assholes are harassing me and you step in and defend me” au

“My friends dared me to go on this rollercoaster but now that we’re at the top it looks way too scary and hellO hot person sitting next to me (careful i might puke)” au

“My significant other just broke up with me and I impulse bought like 5 pizzas. Can you help me eat them and make me feel less like shit?” AU

“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

"This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” AU

“You crashed into me on your bicycle but I’m actually okay, you on the other hand look like you need some first aid” au

“this is totally awkward considering before this the only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” au

“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

“we’ve been pen pals for like hella months and we finally decided to meet up and damn your cute, also did you break up with your jerk bf/gf yet?” au

“i was out in public and had an anxiety attack and you left your friends to give me some chocolate and talk me through it, so tysm” au

“idk you but you were getting hit on in public and you look super uncomfortable so i walked over and pretended to be your bf/gf, but hey while we’re at it, do you wanna go get some food?” au

You and I ride the same bus home every day but never talk but then you fell asleep and sorry to wake you up (you look really cute in your sleep) but it’s your stop next

it’s exam week and i run a coffee shop near the campus and you walked right into my glass door i’m laughing so hard oh my god

you started screaming bloody murder and i could hear you from my apartment and i thought something was horribly wrong but it turned out to be just a spider. and after i squashed it with a slipper you coerced me into being your spider-savior

“you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au

“you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au

“i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au

“i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au

(cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au

i tried to call a crisis hotline but got one number off and started ranting for 10 minutes before you got to speak and tell me i got the wrong number but now you’re worried about me and telling me not to hang up

Character A has been working at a retail store during the night/early morning of Black Friday and is so tired, but they need to stay awake so that they can drive home. Character A stops at Character B’s small coffee shop—which opened early in case people came in at 4am—and Character A accidentally falls asleep in a very comfortable chair while waiting on their coffee. Character B lets them sleep and even gets a blanket out of the back room to cover Character A

You’ve been missing for 5 months and suddenly you turn up at my doorstep with a huge scar across your face, looking more grim than when you left and won’t talk about what happened.

You usually only order hot chocolate and yet today you’re ordering something with six shots of espresso, are you okay??? Are you gonna die???

I just took a super dangerous job and you’re trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money

You always bring your dates here to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone…you okay mate?

We are trapped in a bank during a robbery

I saw you sleeping on the couch in the lounge in the morning, but now it’s like 5 pm and you’re still here. Are you okay?

I don’t know how we ended up having to sit next to each other on a roller coaster ride—sorry I fell against you and grabbed your hand a couple times

“You’re so small”

“I can’t breathe”

“Fight me”

“Whose head do I have to rip off?”

“Don’t you ever fucking touch them again”

Found the other in an alleyway under the influence of drugs/alcohol and brought them home

“Why am I your emergency contact?”

“Wait, you actually stayed the night?”

“If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m gong to kick his ass.”

“I just want to cuddle and watch friends.

“I want my best friend back”

“If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

“Fuck…I feel like I’ve been hit by a car”

“Who gave you that black eye?!”

“Are you drunk?”

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“We should get you to a hospital.”

I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waiter please help me

just a game? jUST A GAME????? FUCK YOU I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN

“Please don’t touch me”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Game’s over son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!”

“Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

“Shit, are you bleeding?”

“You haven’t touched your food. What’s going on?”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“That guy at the bar keeps staring at you.”

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“Do you want to stay over tonight?”

“Every guy you date is a total jerk and I have to watch you get heartbroken over and over again because you can’t see that I love you!”

We were snuggling in our underwear when my roommate came home early from vacation now you have to try and sneak down the fire escape while I distract them with really terrible small talk

I don’t really know you but I noticed that this creep has been trying to chat you up even though you’ve already turned him down, so I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend until they leave you alone

It’s 2 am, we’re standing outside of our apartment building because someone pulled the fire alarm, and you look cold and unprepared, do you want to share my blanket?

We share a class at university and you forgot your notebook under your desk but luckily your phone number’s written inside PS: your doodles are pretty cool

I got stood up on a date and you were just grabbing dinner—shit my ex is here, sit down and pretend to laugh at something I said attractive stranger

Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am.

Imagine you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. People are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they now and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “Sorry, I’m so late, traffic is crazy right now.” He quietly adds “I’m [name]. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” And so you go with it because he’s sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.

I’ve been texting my friend for about a week now and they don’t reply but turns out I was texting a random person and there was some deep personal stuff I sent oh my god why are they calling me now (+bonus if the person calls at 2am)

“Look I don’t mean to pry but you’ve been wearing the same outfit for three days and I just want to check that you’ve slept?” “Okay obviously not because you just passed out in the hallway holy shit what do I do?”

You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink

You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished

I come to this café pretty much every day after work and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when I come in

I brought you to my friend’s wedding as my plus one and it was really fun and all but now it’s the end of the night and we’re sitting alone together at the reception and all these twinkle lights and flowers everywhere are causing a hell of a lot of romantic tension between us and ohhhhhhhhh

We were the only two to show up to class because it was cancelled but stay inside to finish work and ‘Hey, are you good at math?’

You’re my neighbor who got drunk and thought this was your apartment but I can’t just send you back home when you keep crying and venting about all of these awful things happening to you

I’m always terrified no matter how many times someone draws my blood. And even though you don’t need to be there when the guy comes in to take it you always stay with me and talk to me to calm me down and hold my hand

There’s this creepy person asking me out over text and could you pretend to be my significant other?

“How much did you drink?”

I’m a little drunk and I tried to call my ex back and I typed in your number and you had to hear a long emotional rant ohmygod I’m mortified but you left me a really sweet voicemail aw

The coffee machine stopped working and you’re cramming for finals please don’t cry

I accidentally gave you the wrong dosage of your medication and now we’d better get to the hospital before you pass out and possibly die

Lady and the Tramp AU

“The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???”

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.

We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice cream and maybe we should eat it together?

“You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee”

You’re my roommate who’s super cute and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you.

"We work together and I stayed after a couple minutes and I saw you on the intercom pretending you were at the Hollywood Bowl with Beyoncé and not to be weird but you're adorable ??"

“It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single”

“I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad”

“I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile”

“You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.

“I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?”

“I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.

“I lied and said I could speak a different language to impress my crush but now he wants me to tutor him so I need to become fluent in Mandarin in 3 days HELP”

“I’m taking this Literature class to fill a Gen Ed, and for the love of God I can’t figure out this dumb poem. Here, you’re an English Major, please help me write this stupid paper” au

“I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be”

“I think I picked up your coffee by mistake”

“I want my best friend back”

“I’ll be right over”

“I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

“Is there a special reason why you’re wearing my shirt?”

“It’s okay to cry”

“Look at me--just breathe okay?”

“She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?”

“We have to pretend that we’re married.”

“Why can’t they see that they’re meant for each other?”

“You did all this for me?”

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked mine.”

While closing up Character A finds that they’re completely snowed in and the roads are blocked. Character B--another employee/a regular that stayed late--gets out two mugs and offers to make Character A a cup of hot cocoa while they wait for the snow to clear.

“how much did you drink?”

“You deserve better. It doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better.”

“Please just hold my hand, that person’s basically undressing me with their eyes.”

Teacher from one department falls in love with teacher from another department AU

You found me singing a sad song on the fire escape a floor below you and you came down to ask me if something was wrong and I broke down and told you everything while you awkwardly sat there patting my head while I wept into your shoulder.

We sit across from each other on the train/tube everyday and I’m not sure how but we’ve ended up with this weird, silent, almost-friendship where we share “wtf” looks when we see another passenger doing something weird or telling a bizarre story and a few times I’ve almost gotten you to break and laugh out loud, but today you’re sitting with someone and I think they must be your partner because they are really in your space, but you shoot me a silent look that clearly screams ‘get this creep away from me’ and I’m all for that. AU

It’s the middle of winter and my heater went out and you let me stay at your place so I don’t freeze to death. God bless you.

Why are you crying in the hallway?? Are you okay?? Let’s go to my place, I have ice cream and Netflix.

I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying.

I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you AU

“I don’t get sick”

“It’s not fun anymore, I’m dizzy...”

“We need to get this fever down”

“If you don’t stop soon, we’re going to the ER.”

You didn’t get a blanket on this flight so I figured we could share mine. You look cold okay? NO I AM NOT BLUSHING

You walked into the student lounge on our dorm floor and saw me cry-studying and walked out and now you’re back with coffee and a bag of chips and I’m seriously debating proposing to you with my ring pop

I kept getting harassed by some creepy person as I was trying to study and they’re not picking up on my ‘fuck off’ vibes and I started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new one on me oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy

So I heard you get into this huge fight with someone and I know we’ve only exchanged genial smiles but I just wanted to check that you’re okay AU

You’re my adorably shy and awkward assistant who cares way too much about my love life and at a dance party you tell me to dance with the most attractive person in the room last so you can set up a date with them for me and when everyone’s gone I ask you to dance with me because you’re the prettiest person here to me duh AU

Your girlfriend decided to kick you out at 3 AM and I tripped over your boxes of shit in the hallways in my drunken trip to my apartment now I’m half passed out in a pile of your clothes AU

You asked who I had a crush on and so I described you to a tee but apparently you’re the most oblivious person in the world because you got kinda sad and nodded and HOW DO YOU NOT GET THIS AU

So your TV is facing the window and you’ve been watching Say Yes to the Dress for three days straight I just want to make sure you’re okay AU

You don’t eat nearly enough food and so I’ve gotten in the habit of making you lunches and bringing you deserts to make sure you don’t starve

My cereal is always on the bottom shelf but today they changed the layout so it’s on the top and I can’t reach it AND I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOUR HELP YOU GIANT AU

You are stupidly tall and you sit in front of me in class and I can’t see anything so I despise you with all of my soul AU

You are fiery and outspoken but you are so short that nobody pays any mind and I am so tall and have a huge crush on you so I just sort of follow you around making people listen to you AU

Person A getting startled by the New Years fireworks--not being fond of loud noises. Person B pulls them in for a deep kiss, completely distracting them from the exploding lights filling up the night sky

I was really drunk and you walked me safely back to my dorm room

My roommate brought you back to our apartment because apparently you got really drunk last night and needed someone to keep you safe and now you’re hungover and making pancakes and wow you’re cuTE

My ex runs one of the rides and I want to RUB IT IN THEIR FACE hold my hand and by the way when the camera takes a pic imma lean over and kiss you okay AU

#Now I'm off to Starbucks c ya #And if you reblog this from me there's a good 98% chance I'll request something from it #Like I'm not even joking I will go to your blog and just request this shit bc I love ALL OF THESE AUs #anyways;;; starbucks time

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ships4you · 6 years ago

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03. the walk home

[Chapter 1]: NEW GIRL [Chapter 2]: LUNCH BREAK [Chapter 3]: THE WALK HOME

By the time I got back to the school the warning bell had already rung. I was so relieved when I walked into my fifth period to find Peter sitting at the table in the chemistry lab and MJ behind him waving me over to sit next to her. There was another boy I didn’t recognize next to Peter, but I quickly became acquainted with him. “Hey Nova,” Peter said as I sat down next to MJ, “This is Ned, Kal just moved here.” The boy, Ned shined his teeth towards me with a welcoming smile, “Sweet, yo if you ever need help on homework ask me. These two are complete dunces.” he said shaking my hand and adding a friendly wink. “Oh okay Ned, you keep telling yourself that.” MJ remarked from beside me causing me to laugh at their bickering.

The teacher quickly went over the syllabus and handed out papers for science donations. Once he was done he put a list up of silly questions on the board and assigned us to discuss them with our lab partners in order to ‘bond’. Five minutes in Peter and Ned had their seats turned towards MJ and I. The four of us talked about everything from Game of Thrones to what element on the periodic table is the most badass. They even invited me to join something called the Academic Decathlon Team. I had completely forgotten about by fight with Jade until she texted me.

Jade

Hey, can we talk? I hate fighting with you...

I can give you a ride home if you want. -j

A sigh escaped my lips, a little louder than I intended. Suddenly the groups attention focused onto me. “Woah, damn are you sick of us already?” MJ joked. I smiled tucking my phone away, “No I just got in a fight with Jade and she wants to talk.” A look of concern washed over Peter’s face, “Wait you guys seemed fine this morning, I thought she was taking you to lunch?” The three of them stared at me expectantly ready to hear the beef. Smiling I answered, “It’s really nothing, she was just trying to push her friends on me and when I told her I didn’t like her friends she told me I was committing social suicide. Then I may have said something about her friends being fake...” MJ scoffed, “Well you’re not wrong there.” Ned leaned over to our desk; resting his elbows on the table, “Yeah her friends can be mean sometimes, but maybe Jade just feels bad that you had to move in with them and wants to make sure you can make a life here ya know?” Strumming my nails against my phone case I said “Yea I know she has good intentions, but I feel like sometimes she forgets how much of a geek I am. I mean sure I get along with her and love her like a sister, but it’s a different dynamic when she isn’t with Mary Jane and Gwen. I’d rather hang out with you guys.”

*Ding*

I looked down at my phone to find another text from Jade.

Jade

If you don’t respond I’m gonna pick u up anyways. -j

“Shit.” I murmured. I did want to talk to her but not yet. “Is she texting you still?” Peter asked. “Yea, she’s asking if I want a ride home from school but I don’t feel like talking quite yet. And if I say no she’ll probably just show up anyways.” I explained. “Just tell her I offered to walk you home...” Hugging my backpack in my lap I said, “Are you sure Peter?” Peter shrugged “Y-yea,” He said with a slight crack in his voice. “We’re neighbors so I’d be going the same way anyways. Plus decathlon practice doesn’t start for another week.”

“That’d be awesome, thank you Peter.”

As the conversation moved back to decathlon practice I glanced back down at my phone to text Jade back.

hey, I want to talk too. peter and I already made plans to walk home together so I don’t need a ride but I promise we’ll talk when I get home -k

The period ended with an online assignment of a pre-lab due next week. Just before the teacher could explain the system used at the school the bell rang and the herd of wild junior high school students pushed their way out of class. Once out of the classroom Peter and I said out goodbyes to Ned and Michelle as they made their way towards the bus.

Conversation with Peter was comfortable. He could be awkward at times, but he was good with keeping the conversation flowing. Hey, better awkward than forced right. While talking about his friendship with Ned your stomach decided to rudely interrupt by proudly showing off its whale noise demonstration. The talking immediately screeched to a halt before both of us erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Sorry I might be a little hungry, by the time I had walked back from that pizza place lunch was already over.”

Peter’s laughter died down, “Well do you wanna get some food, I know a good place nearby. Best sandwiches in Queens.” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Well how could refuse that,” I said dramatically placing a hand over my chest “Lead the way good sir.” He grinned and nodded his head to the side insinuating to follow him.

“So what has you so interested in science?” He questioned. I smiled towards the uneven concrete littered with gum. “Well my mom is a chemist. So I kind of grew up with her constantly sharing facts about the world. At first I couldn’t stand it, but after a while I found myself intrigued by what she was telling me. Not to mention how convenient it was to already understand things like the conservation of matter when other students were left dazed and confused by the teachers sucky explanation.” Peter hooked his thumbs under the straps of his backpack and said, “So do ya think you’ll go into that field in college?” I looked up at Peter, “Um...” I paused thinking of how to answer, “Well, I really like learning about all that stuff and it’s not like my grades are horrible or anything its just...Once things start to get complicated I start to fall behind. And seeing these brilliant scientists like my mom and Tony Stark.” Peter held the door to the small deli as I continued my thoughts, “I don’t know if I’m smart enough to get into that field.” Peter opened his mouth as if he were going to respond, but before he had the chance the man behind the counter beat him to the punch.

“Mr. Parker! Welcome back," He yelled as we walked towards the counter, “Ah and lady friend, welcome-” The man extended his hand. “Kal.” I said kindly returning the handshake. “Well Miss Kal that’s quite the shake you got there. I assume the usual for you Mr. Parker?” Peter slapped two bags of sour gummies on the counter and responded, “Yea that’d be great Mr. Delmar. How about you Kal?” Confused by the menu I shrugged, “I’ll get whatever you're having.” Mr. Delmar punched something into the old cash register and the worker behind him asked over his shoulder, “Ya want pickles on that?”

“Yes please!” I answered. Peter looked at me in disgust, “Ew, pickles really? I feel like I don’t know you anymore.” Giggling I nudged his side and said “Oh shut it.”

“Alright that’ll be $10″ Mr. Delmar said. Peter and I quickly exchanged glances before racing for our wallets simultaneously. We were quick to tie in our little race as he held out a crisp $10 bill and I extended my debit card towards the man. Mr. Delmar smirked at me as he took Peter’s cash, “Sorry boss, we only take cash here. No cards.”

“Ha!” Peter said grabbing the wrapped up sandwiches from the counter teasingly jogging away with both sandwiches out of the deli. “Hey!” I yelled running after him, quickly catching up and grabbing the sandwich from him. swinging the bag the sandwich was in I asked, “So where does one go to eat the best sandwich in Queens?” He scratched the back of his neck looking up towards the buildings. “Well, it involves a bit of climbing. But we can go somewhere else if you don’t feel like doing that sort of thing.” He said as his voice raised an octave higher with each word. I scoffed, “Oh Peter you seriously underestimate me and my sense of adventure.” He smiled widely, “Okay.” he said grabbing my hand and leading me down an alleyway between two apartment buildings.

“You want me to what?!”

He ended up leading me up a narrow fire escape at least 6 floors up (it really felt like 20) and was now instructing me how to get on top of the building from the roof.

“Just trust me. Climb up onto the railing and reach for my hands and I’ll pull you up. Promise.”

“No offense Pete, but I don’t know if you’ll be able to pull me up.”

“I’m stronger than it seems, c’mon I thought you had a sense of adventure.”

“Hey I do have a sense of adventure”

“Okay prove it then.”

“Shit” I murmured under my breath placing one foot on the rail before standing up and using the brick wall to steady myself. Looking up at Peter I reached one hand out that ended up being inches away from his. “Jump.” He said calmly. “WHAT?” my eyes widened at his suggestion. He simply smiled at my reaction and said, “Trust me. Just keep looking at me. I’ll catch you, promise.”

“That just makes me trust you less.” I said. He didn’t respond he just held his hands out waiting to catch you. Pressing my tongue between my teeth and against my lips I took one last breath and pressed off the fire escape. For a brief moment it felt as if I were going to plummet to my death. The moment passed quickly when I felt Peter’s hand tightly grabbing mine as he swung me up to the rooftop. Once my feet safely reached the floor i delivered a quick punch to his chest. “Ow, what no ‘Thank you for catching me Peter I’m eternally grateful’“ he said mockingly. Laughing at what just happened I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my system, “Oh my god, you do that every time?” I said sitting on a nearby ledge. Peter sat down next to me, unwrapping his sandwich “No actually I’ve never been on this building before, It’s pretty awesome though right?” he said cheekily taking a bit into his sandwich. Shaking my head I stared at the boy in shock, “Peter Parker... Who knew.” He smiled cheesily with his cheeks full of sandwich. Silence overcame over both of us as I unwrapped the sandwich and chewed on my first bit.

“Hey, about what you said earlier in the deli. About not feeling smart enough...” He said breaking the silence. I hummed in response taking another bite. “I think you should know that just because those harder concepts don’t come as easy to you doesn’t mean you’re not smart. If anything that makes you even smarter cause you have to really work hard to be in all those crazy classes you’re taking this year. I think you should seriously consider a science major for college. And if you ever get stuck on anything we could get MJ and Ned together and have a study session. Or if you have any questions you can always tap on my window or text me.” I couldn’t help the smile from spreading over my lips as I said, “Thank you.” He nodded sheepishly looking down towards his lap.

“Gummy?”

He asked offering the bag of candy towards me. Which I gracefully accepted. We spent the rest of the time eating our food discussing the French Revolution for no reason whatsoever.

By the time I made it home it was close to 4:30. Both Mom and Wes were at work meaning Jade was the only one home. “Jay?” I called out into the empty apartment. “In our room!” she yelled back. Placing my backpack on the kitchen chair I made my way back to the room to find her sitting crossed-legged on her bed typing on her computer. I walked over to my bed and sat on the edge, “Whatcha writing?” I asked. “Lyrics for music class. It’s not due or anything, but if I wanna sing something of my own at the winter concert I have to get it approved by Mr. Bell ASAP.” she explained.

“...”

“I’m sorry”

“No, I’m sorry Kal. I shouldn’t have tried to force my friends on you. I just think you’re so great I wanted them to like you and you to like them...”

“No Jay, I shouldn’t have said they’re fake. I just feel intimidated by them and I really like hanging out with MJ, Ned, and Peter.”

She grinned, “I know, I should’ve realized they’d be good for you. And Michelle is sweet... Just don’t get on her bad side ‘kay?” I chuckled a quick okay. She pushed her laptop off to the side and turned to lay on her stomach faced towards me, “So how was your first day, anything exciting?” she asked.

“Oh god, you would not believe it...” I said as I began to explain the adventuring with Peter.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker headcanons #peter parker x oc #spiderman #spiderman headcanon #spiderman imagine #spiderman homecoming #spiderman x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x oc #marvel x reader #marvel x you

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notarelationship · 6 years ago

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Along For The Rides Ch 11

Blaine and Kurt get their summer romance on. Mostly fluff, awkward flirting, a side of misunderstanding and some hanky panky.

Rating: G (yeah sorry) Words: This chapter ~ 6000 Warnings this chapter: none

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So this is the end. Thanks for reading, and thanks to @honeysucklepink for all her work on this. (This chapter I beta’d myself, so I really hope it’s coherent.)

I’m not entirely sure I’m done in this verse, I have a couple things I might want to go back and add as standalone chapters. Also, I’m always up for prompts in anything I’ve published.

Here we go!

Kurt is finishing Mrs. Leahey’s oil change when he feels his phone buzzing in his back pocket. He knows it was Blaine, he had flown out with his parents two days earlier for their summer vacation in the South of France (and Kurt wasn’t at all jealous, no he was not), and he’d only had reliable wifi at the airport. But he is supposed to be arriving at their hotel today and Kurt had been expecting a text for the past couple hours.

B: Have you heard anything yet?

K: I told you you would be the first person I tell. K: So no.

Kurt still hadn’t heard from NYU about his admission, and Blaine was almost as eager as Kurt to get some news.

B: :-(

K: Yes, me too K: Are you having fun?

B: we jsut got here. i’m at the bar with mom

K: that doesn’t really answer my question

B: oh, it definitely does. B: not really, on hte fun B: but I am drinkning nice french wine

K: wow I’m not at all jealous. Please tell me more about this french wine

Blaine doesn’t text right back, so Kurt assumes he got distracted and starts cleaning up his work area. It’s late and he’s ready to go home and shower off the garage. According to Blaine, his mother liked to bond with him when they were on vacation, so that meant spending a lot of mother/son time.

B: what are you wearing?

K: seriously?

B: yeah, are you at the garage? what time is it there?

K: just finishing up, so still in my coveralls

B: send me a picture?

K: Blaine!

B: you look hot in those B: you know i like it

K: omg

B: come on Kurt

Kurt sighs to himself, but he’s going to take the picture. It’s not the first time Blaine has asked, and besides, Kurt has a whole folder of photos that Blaine has sent him over the past few weeks. All of them fully clothed, all of them adorable.

In the time it takes Kurt to get to the locker room, where the light is a little better for selfie-arrangement, Blaine does send a picture. It’s framed around his face, with one side of it resting on his hand. He looks a little worn from travel, and a little rumpled, and — Kurt thinks — completely adorable. He’s even wearing a bow tie.

And that’s another thing. Since Blaine’s stint with the carnival ended Kurt has noticed that Blaine’s appearance has gotten progressively neater with every photo he’s sent. Mostly it’s his hair, which has gone from a mop of curls of varying length to something much more neatly presented. Kurt hasn’t asked him about it, but he can’t say he minds.

K: you look adorable. Exhausted but adorable

B: well I am both

Kurt grins and, after several attempts, sends Blaine a photo he’s happy with

B: oh wow B: I wish I was alone in my room right now

K: omg

B: no I mean it, you look amazing

K: I look sweaty and covered with motor oil

B: and I love it

Kurt bites his lip. Blaine does that a lot — tells Kurt that he loves things about him, his hair, his collection of vintage scarves, his sense of humor. When they were playing 20 questions the day before Blaine left, he spent an excessive amount of time telling Kurt how much he loved his voice, once Blaine had convinced him to sing for him. It’s far, far too early Kurt to think he’s in love, but it’s still nice to hear from a cute boy.

B: oh I gotta run B: mom is trying to get the bartender to do shots with her B: I’ll text you tomorrow. Night

K: night Blaine. Don’t drink too much

Kurt is down in his basement sewing room altering some vintage jeans he bought off ebay when he hears his dad come lumbering down the stairs.

“Kurt! Kurt an envelope came! And it’s a big one. That’s a good sign, right?”

Kurt’s pretty sure he knows what’s in the envelope. He’d been notified by email three days earlier that he’d been accepted. He hadn’t said anything to anyone because he was afraid it would wind up as some kind of clerical error and not be true. Yet another cosmic joke in the misadventure that had been his life. He hasn’t even told Blaine.

“Are you gonna open it?” His dad is practically bouncing.

“Calm down,” he mumbles, hoping his dad is too excited to be upset with him for being testy. Kurt swivels around on his seat, closing his eyes and holding out his hand for the envelope. He thinks he might pass out.

Kurt doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until his dad puts a hand on his shoulder and he stops. “Kurt? Do you want me to look first?” Burt asks.

Kurt manages a hoarse, “No, I can do it.”

The envelope holds a few sheets of paper, some glossy brochures, and a printed letter. Kurt puts everything down but the letter, looking at his dad once before reading it out loud.

“Dear Mr. Hummel, Congratulations! We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted as a matriculating freshman at New York University’s Tisch School for the Arts, General Studies program….”

There are some other words, but Kurt doesn’t care about those right now.

“I’m in Dad.” He manages a dry swallow and looks at Burt. He wants to say something else, but his tongue won’t work, and it wouldn’t matter anyway. Burt wraps him so tightly in his arms Kurt is pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to do anything other than squeak.

“I’m so proud of you Kurt,”Burt chokes out, and Kurt can hear the tears in his father’s voice.

The rest of the summer is a blur. Since he’s a late admission he has a ton of things to do and not a lot of time. There are forms to fill in, deposits to make, and classes to register for, never mind the formidable task of deciding which clothes to bring with him to New York.

He didn’t get accepted to the Musical Theater program, but there are classes in the program available to him, and when Kurt finally gets someone on the phone in the admissions office they tell him that if his grades are good and he’s willing to audition again, he should be able to transfer in for sophomore year, if not the winter semester. That’s good enough for Kurt.

They only thing that’s less than perfect is Blaine. Blaine had been so ecstatic when Kurt texted to let him know he was moving to New York that he’d called him on the phone from France and they spoke for half an hour. But he’s seven solid hours ahead time-zone wise, and Blaine’s mother seems to think she needs to monopolize all of his time on their vacation in case Blaine decides to never come home or visit or call, just like his brother never does. So they text, but they don’t catch each other as often as either of them would like. The weekend Kurt leaves Lima for New York City they hadn’t had any contact in two days.

—

By the time Blaine’s plane lands in New York he’s worked himself into a worried mess. His mother had been annoyed when he told her he was going to have to leave their vacation early to make his orientation weekend in New York, so she decided that the best way to deal with that was to monopolize every minute of Blaine’s time while they were in France.

That means he and Kurt were almost never texting each other in real time, and by the time his plane lands in NY the Friday he’s supposed to start orientation, it’s been days since he’s actually had contact with Kurt. Blaine has heard stories about how you people live in New York for years without seeing friends who live mere blocks away, and he’s determined for that not to happen to him and Kurt.

So Blaine gets checked in and drops his bags at the holding area -- they aren’t even getting their room assignments until after dinner, then finds a quiet spot. His phone still has some juice, so he shoots off a quick text to Kurt. He doesn’t want it to be too pushy, but he needs to let Kurt know he’s here.

B: I’m here! In New York! B: I don’t know if you’re here yet, but I’d love to see you!

Blaine stares at his texts. I’d love to see you??? That sounds like something he’d send his cousin. Before he can come up with something more in tune with the actual excitement he feels about finally being in the same city as Kurt, his orientation section leader calls for everyone in the group to turn their phones off and pay attention. Blaine does, but only because he wants to send the perfect message, so he needs time to compose something.

Kurt’s flight is late. He’s supposed to register at 4:30, get his dorm key, move in, and then attend a snack and non-alcoholic drinks party in the common area starting at 5:30. When he finally frees his luggage from what has to be the most run down looking carousel in any airport in the US, Kurt has already decided that he’s not going to risk taking the bus into Manhattan. It’s worth spending some of his limited cash to get where he needs to be. He stands in the too long line for a taxi, looking around at the people and the cars and the bustle. For a moment nothing else matters. Even the airport is thrilling in New York.

Kurt calls his dad once he gets in a cab, and again when he gets to the dorm. His admission information had told him he was going to be in a triple -- one of the unfortunate side effects of being a late admission, but he didn’t realize exactly what that would mean. The room is small.

His roommates have been there for a week, and both of them have already been through orientation. Jeremy seems nice, and had claimed the single bed and the desk under the window. Kurt doesn’t meet their other roommate right away, but Jeremy tells him his name is Joe. Kurt is silently grateful that Joe took the top bunk by choice, so at least Kurt doesn’t have to worry about falling out of bed in the middle of the night. But Kurt is going to have to do some adjusting.

When he gets back to his room it’s after eleven, but Kurt feels a little more relaxed. Thankfully his roommates are still awake, so he doesn’t disturb them while he makes up his bed and gets ready to sleep. They chat and ask him simple questions about where he’s from and what he’s studying, and they both seem nice and happy to be in New York too, so Kurt is hoping he’ll be able to make the living arrangements work. Kurt takes a quick shower in the communal showers down the hall, and when he finally crawls into bed he’s asleep before he can count to ten.

“So, did he text you yet?”

Blaine is having breakfast with two of his suitemates -- David and Wes -- and apparently he’s already talked about Kurt so much they’ve both become invested in his attempts to make contact.

Blaine tries not to let his disappointment show when he answers, but he can tell by the sympathetic looks Wes is giving him that he’s probably not that successful.

“He, uh, texted me when I was in the shower. He’s got orientation all day, but he’s here. In New York.” Blaine doesn’t tell them that Kurt had pre-emptively cut off seeing him at all for at least a week by telling him how full his schedule was. At least that’s how it had felt to Blaine. “We’re trying to set a time to get together.” Kurt’s dad was coming in the next weekend to bring him all his stuff, so it was looking like almost two weeks before they’d be able to see each other.

“Blaine,” Wes starts. “You’re going to be pretty busy too, you know? Between class and group projects and meeting with your advisor, you’re not really going to have a lot of time to yourself for a while.”

Blaine pokes a straw into his milk carton, too aggressively. “I’ve never had any trouble keeping up with my schoolwork.”

“Dude, this isn’t like high school. You’re at Juilliard. You’re going to be practicing Lizst until your fingers bleed.” David watches him poke at his eggs. He doesn’t really want to eat them. “Are you gonna eat those?”

Blaine pushes his plate across the table toward David. “I’ll be fine.”

“Look Blaine, I’m not trying to be harsh, but it’s really common for high school romances to not survive the move to New York - or anywhere, actually. You’ve both gone off to college. You’ll both want to be taking advantage of that freedom, won’t you?”

Blaine blinks and looks at Wes. He’s not -- “Kurt’s not my high school boyfriend.” He doesn’t miss the skeptical way David and Wes look at each other before returning their attention to Blaine. “We met over the summer,” Blaine hurries to explain. “We discovered we were both going to be going to school in New York City and we --” Blaine hesitates. Maybe Kurt doesn’t want this as much as he does? He doesn’t know how to know the answer. Blaine thought he did. Kurt seemed to be worried about whether he would get to New York at all, but maybe he wasn’t sure about Blaine either? “We wanted to connect once we got here.”

“It hasn’t been 24 hours Blaine,” Wes rolls his eyes. “Get settled. You have time to work it out.”

Blaine wants to believe that, so he forces a smile. David starts telling them about a girl he met yesterday in the drama program, and Blaine tries to let himself be distracted.

“I don’t know Rachel, it’s been like three weeks and we can’t seem to connect.” Kurt has Thursday mornings open, so Rachel offered to come down and meet him at the diner around the corner from his dorm. “Maybe he doesn’t really want to see me?” He orders pancakes from the waitress and hands her his menu.

“Ooh, are the pancakes vegan?” Rachel asks the waitress, who just glares at her with one eyebrow raised. Rachel closes her menu and pushes it to the edge of the table. “I’ll have the pancakes too.” Once the waitress leaves she turns her attention to Kurt. “Do you really think that? I mean, this is only the second time we’ve managed to get together since we’ve both been here. New York is a busy place. Everyone has obligations.” Kurt considers this. He’s been busy, but he really does want to see Blaine. “I mean, have you just come out and asked him?”

Kurt frowns. “Not really? We just keep not being able to find a time. If it’s so hard to find time for each other now, what does that say for us being able to have some kind of real relationship?”

“Well,” Rachel says, and Kurt can tell it’s her ‘helpful Rachel’ voice, so he braces himself for whatever is coming. “What have you been doing instead of seeing Blaine?”

Kurt had to think about that. “I had orientation -- but so did he, and then Dad brought the rest of my things, and he was here for about five days and we did a bunch of tourist stuff. And there have been a few informal mixers in the dorm that I wanted to go to since I don’t know anyone -- and did I tell you one of my roommates is gay? Jeremy? He seems to know people here, so I went to a party with him.” Kurt stops. The party had been mostly people their age, but it was a first for him. “Honestly Rachel, I’ve never been in a room with so many other gay men. It was kind of intimidating.”

“But kind of great?” She asks. When Kurt nods she gives him a gentle smile. “There’s a lot to discover in New York, Kurt.”

“Yeah. I guess.” The waitress brings their pancakes and Kurt watches Rachel drown hers in syrup before he indulges himself and does the same. “I was just hoping one of the things I would discover would be Blaine. We had such a good connection. I want to see what that could be.”

“So stop deflecting the issue. Text him a time and place and tell him you’ll meet him there. What about brunch? Ooh! Or karaoke tonight! You said he liked to sing. Maybe he’d want to meet us there?” Kurt had agreed to go out that evening with Rachel to the NYADA student bar for karaoke, but that didn’t really seem like where he wanted to finally reconnect with Blaine.

“Too many people,” he says. “And brunch is always so loud. I want something more intimate.”

“Okay, then coffee, late afternoon on Saturday. Just do it.”

“What if he’s not interested anymore Rach?”

Rachel shrugs. “Then at least you know, right?”

Kurt hates to admit the sense of her suggestion, but he really doesn’t want to wait any longer. He has so many things he wants to tell Blaine. Everything that’s happened and everything he’s done. He wants to hear all about Juilliard and Blaine’s weird but cool sounding living arrangements (because they had at least traded that information. Blaine has a single room in a suite and Kurt would kind of like to see what exactly that means).

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Why wait Kurt? Text him now.”

Kurt silently thanks the universe for putting Rachel in his life, even if she’s a pain in his ass. She knows just when to push. Kurt unlocks his phone, taking a minute to compose a text that doesn’t sound weird.

K: Hey are you free on Saturday afternoon? like 4? K: There’s a great coffee place a couple blocks from here K: Can i buy you a coffee?

When Blaine texts back an emphatic yes!! send me the deets not thirty seconds later, Kurt grins to himself and goes back to his pancakes, ignoring the satisfied smile on Rachel’s face.

They spend the rest of breakfast chatting about Rachel’s courses and the people she’s met at NYADA, and all of the opportunities she’s sure to have ahead of her, and Kurt is happy to let her go on for a while. He can use the break from the inside of his head.

Kurt double checks the address before they leave the subway, but the neon sign spelling out Callbacks in glowing red script makes it obvious. He’d invited Jeremy to come with him, as a thanks for inviting him to his friend’s party, as well as the dozen other ways he’d been helpful since Kurt arrived. Apparently he is also a karaoke enthusiast, and the more people who are willing to get up and sing, the more fun the night would be.

Inside the bar is more crowded than Kurt expected.

“It’s Thursday,” Jeremy explains, leaning into Kurt. “New Yorkers always go out on Thursday. Friday and Saturday are for the bridge and tunnel crowds.” Kurt nods, filing this away with all of the other information he’s been gathering. He spies Rachel over in one corner with a few people who must be her NYADA friends, and points her out to Jeremy who returns Rachel’s exuberant wave.

They work their way to the bar to get some non-alcoholic drinks, since the bartenders are very obviously checking IDs, and Jeremy provides a running commentary while they wait on the level of hot guys in the room. Kurt has been very grateful to discover Jeremy could be as vicious as he was about the outfits some people wore.

“Oh my god, that is some suit,” Jeremy points out. “At least he’s got an ass to match it, yum.”

Kurt laughs and turns around to check out the target of Jeremy’s judgment.

At the other end of the bar is a group of sorta loud guys, but they’re singing - not causing trouble, so no one seems to care. One of the guys, with his back to Kurt, is wearing a dark magenta suit - just to the right side of pink, but not pink - with a grey windowpane pattern. It’s not exactly loud, but it sure is eye catching, and a little much for a night out at the bar. After a few seconds of staring Kurt thinks he actually recognizes the suit from a Brooks Brothers catalog from a few seasons ago, which explains why it kinda works. As he looks down the backside of the wearer he has to acknowledge that he does indeed have the ass to pull it off.

Reflexively, Kurt glances away. The urge to look away before he gets into trouble is still something he’s trying to shake, but here in a NYADA karaoke bar, filled with drama students and other performing arts folks in an obviously wide assortment of sexual orientations and identifications, he’s finally safe. So he looks back. It is a nice ass.

So he looks, his eyes trailing from Magenta Suit’s ass all the way up to his shoulders. He’s not a tall guy, but the cut of the suit fits this guy so well that Kurt can easily imagine a narrow waist tapering down from those shoulders. When the guy turns his head and Kurt finally catches a glimpse of his profile, all the noise in the bar turns into a distant echo. It’s Blaine. Blaine.

“You alright honey?” Jeremy asks. He’s got their virgin drinks in hand, one eyebrow raised, and almost a look of concern on his face.

Kurt is having a hard time forming words, and it’s loud in the bar anyway, so he leans in close to Jeremy’s ear. “It’s Blaine.”

“Blaine?” Jeremy’s eyes go wide and dart around the room. “Mr. I’ve-met-the-love-of-my-life-at-a-traveling-carnival-in-Ohio Blaine? Here?”

“Over there, with the great ass!” Kurt whisper shouts. Jeremy stomps his feet, squealing in his excitement for Kurt, but Kurt is already turning back to look at Blaine’s profile. Blaine is laughing now, obviously enjoying hanging out with his friends. They’re singing and jumping around and having fun. Blaine is radiant, and Kurt can’t look away.

Other than a few shared photographs it’s been weeks - months - since they’ve seen each other in person, and Kurt can’t get over how different Blaine looks. With his his hair neatly combed and his perfectly fit suit he looks almost like a different person.

And that’s what Kurt is worried about. What if this impeccably well groomed Blaine wasn’t really interested in small-town Ohio Kurt? Not that Kurt couldn’t hold his own in the style department - he definitely could, but maybe Blaine isn’t interested in bringing his midwestern summer fling from Ohio with him into his new life in New York.

Kurt’s imagination is still tormenting him when, without warning at all, Blaine finally turns his head far enough to see him. Kurt is still so overwhelmed by Blaine’s presence in the bar that he doesn’t notice when Jeremy kisses him on the cheek and wishes him luck, but he does notice Blaine’s face going from confusion to excitement in a second before his expression crumples.

He’s too far away for Kurt to hear him speak, but he can see Blaine mouth Kurt? and move in Kurt’s direction, away from his friends. Kut lets his feet take over, and he pushes through the crowd, toward Blaine.

“Blaine!” Blaine practically leaps at Kurt, and Kurt accepts the hug gratefully, so happy just to be touching him again. When they break apart Kurt looks into Blaine’s eyes, but whatever had upset him a moment ago seems to have gone, and his face is lit up by the same smile that had burrowed into Kurt’s heart over the summer. “You look amazing,” Kurt tells him. “That suit fits you like it was made for you.”

Blaine turns away, his head nodding slightly, and Kurt knows that if he wasn’t already red faced from the heat in the bar Blaine would be blushing.

“Well, I actually had it tailored,” Blaine tells him. “I was inspired by your attitude so I found a good tailor as soon as I got to New York.”

Kurt beams at the idea that Blaine had been thinking of him. “Well it was worth whatever you paid,” he says, and because the moment isn’t awkward enough, he continues, “Special night?” Kurt looks over at the group of boys Blaine was with.

“Oh, um we had a recital, earlier. They’re semi formal so everyone has to turn out in their best.” Blaine fusses with his lapels. “This is the best I brought. Though I’m probably going to need to pick up a couple of other suits. I’m going to stand out pretty badly if I show up in this thing every time.”

Kurt thinks he’d stand out spectacularly, but he keeps it to himself. “Oooh, fancy clothes shopping. Sounds fun.”

Blaine’s face brightens a bit. “Maybe you want to come with me? I mean, you’ve got a great eye. If you’re not too busy.” Blaine’s eyes dart over Kurt’s shoulder, and he goes on before Kurt can respond. “Is that Rachel?”

“Yes!” Kurt is grateful for the redirection. “Come say hi. You can meet my roommate too. He’s a pip.”

Blaine follows Kurt to the back table where Rachel is sitting with a few of her NYADA friends, and Jeremy. Kurt hasn’t met any of Rachel’s friends yet, but Jeremy is already ensconced in the middle with an arm around one of them like they’ve known each other since birth.

“Blaine! What are you doing here?” Rachel practically knocks their little table over as she leaps out of her chair and hurls herself at Blaine. “Did you know we were coming? Kurt did you tell Blaine we were coming tonight? Do you sing Blaine? Kurt I remember you told me Blaine sung. Sang. Sings?” She screws her face up in a confused scrunch. “Is a singer.” If Kurt didn’t know better he’d think Rachel is drunk.

“Uh, hi Rachel,” Blaine looks a little stunned, but manages to hug Rachel and keep her from falling down when she looks like she’s teetering.

Kurt tugs her arm, pulling her to the side. “Rachel are you drunk?”

“I might have had some of Leo’s cosmo.” She looks up at him, eyes huge. “And by some I mean I may have drunk the whole thing.”

Kurt rolls his eyes. He doesn’t care if Rachel is having a drink -- so long as she doesn’t get them thrown out -- but she can be a handful to keep track of when she’s tipsy. “Well why don’t you introduce me and Blaine to Leo and the rest of your friends?”

“Great idea!” Rachel giggles and slips an arm through Blaine’s elbow, turning him toward the table. She introduces all of her friends, then says “and the adorably terrible flirt in the middle is Kurt’s roommate, Jeremy.” Jeremy wiggles his fingers in their direction, winking. “Everyone - this is Kurt, my very best friend from high school. And this is his Blaine.”

Kurt stammers. Leave it to Rachel to completely humiliate him.

“I don’t — I don’t know if that’s entirely accurate,” Blaine says, next to him. Kurt turns to look at Blaine, but he’s staring at Jeremy. “I should leave you guys to hang out, and I should get back to my friends,” Blaine adds. “I’ll catch up with you later, Kurt.”

“Oh,” Kurt is sure he’s missing something, but it’s too loud and there are too many people in the room for him to figure out what it is. “You could all join us, if you want? I’m sure we could cram some more chairs in,” he says to Blaine.

“No that’s okay,” Blaine says. He gives Kurt a quick squeeze on his arm and with a wave at everyone goes back to his group.

“Kuuurt!” Rachel pulls him down on the seat next to her. “Blaine is here, isn’t that so amazing!”

“Oh my god Rachel you are such a lightweight,” he answers. “He’s here with his friends.”

Kurt is trying not to read too much into it. Blaine had seemed happy to see him at first, but he was so reluctant to hang out with them. Maybe he felt obliged to spend the time with the friends he came to the bar with. Kurt turns to see where Blaine is now, and finds him smiling and joking with his friends just as he’d been doing earlier. If anything, they whole group of them had got noticeably more physical with each other.

“Is it time to sing?” Kurt turns to see Rachel tugging on his elbow. “Kurt do you want to sing with me?”

“No, you go ahead,” he tells her. When Rachel pouts at him he adds, “Maybe later, after I soak up some alcohol fumes.” Kurt turns her around and gives her a little push toward the stage.

Kurt settles in and watches as Rachel completely captivates everyone in the room with her karaoke version of “Don’t Rain On My Parade.” It’s a Broadway friendly bar, so everyone is into it and Rachel is really on, stolen drinks be damned. Kurt hangs out with her friends, and one of them buys him a drink and slyly slips it in his direction, and Kurt is grateful. He doesn’t want to get drunk at all, but he’s not opposed to something to help him relax.

As the night goes on, people take their turn at the mic, some good, some bad, some drunk, but Kurt can’t help but glancing in Blaine’s direction all night. He’s usually talking to someone else, but every few glances, Blaine is looking at him too.

At some point in the evening Kurt gets up to use the mens room. It’s weirdly crowded, and by the time he gets back to the bar area there’s a group of guys on stage singing. It takes him a minute to catch up with the words and the music, and when he does he realizes it’s Blaine and his friends.

Before you met me I was alright But things were kinda heavy

They are singing Katy Perry. And they are choreographed. If he didn’t already have a devastating crush on this boy this would have put him over the edge. They are singing along to the karaoke track, but Kurt can almost picture them in a coordinated acapella arrangement. There is no way they didn’t rehearse this.

Kurt can’t take his eyes off of Blaine. He’s charming and charismatic and oh so much more talented than Kurt imagined. When by some miracle Blaine finds Kurt in the crowd, he locks eyes on him for the rest of the song.

My, heart, stops When you look at me Just, one, touch Now baby I believe This, is, real So take a chance And don't ever look back Don't ever look back

At some point Rachel appears at his elbow, giving him a squeeze as she jumps up and down.

“He’s so good!” She squeals. “And I think he's singing to you Kurt,” she whisper-shouts in his ear.

By the time the song is over Kurt doesn’t think, he knows. He untangles himself from Rachel and heads to where he can see a couple of Blaine’s taller friends in the crowd. But when he gets there he doesn’t see Blaine with them. He waits for a minute, but Blaine doesn’t appear anywhere. He’s about to head back to Rachel when one of the boys approaches him.

“Kurt?” The boy sticks his hand out politely to shake. “I’m David. If you’re looking for Blaine he went outside to get some air.” He pulls at his shirt and frowns, giving the universal sign of “too sweaty,” and Kurt nods and heads toward the exit.

Kurt hadn’t thought it was too warm inside, but once outside Kurt is relieved to be in the cooler air. He spies a group of people hanging around smoking, and the usual New York foot traffic walking around, but initially sees no sign of Blaine. Kurt takes a walk to the corner with no luck, and worries that Blaine might have just left without saying anything to him, after obviously singing to him. He stops for a moment, staring into the New York night - the whole night has been weird. He just wants to go back to his dorm and get some sleep.

“Kurt?” Kurt spins around and finds Blaine standing ten feet away. He looks hot and a little sweaty. He looks lovely.

“I was looking for you.” Kurt takes a step closer, then leads Blaine around the corner where there are less people.

“Jeremy’s cute,” Blaine says when they stop.

“What?”

“Jeremy. He’s cute.”

“Again, I say what?”

Blaine huffs a little, crossing his arms across his chest. “Congrats. Hot gay roommate.”

“Oh my god. Is that why you’ve been so weird?” Kurt is genuinely taken aback. “Jeremy is my room. mate. Roommate. That’s all.” Kurt retaliates with his own crossed arms. “I thought you were avoiding me.”

Blaine’s eyes go wide, and Kurt has to lean back to keep from falling into them. “I thought you were avoiding me, Kurt.”

It doesn’t take long for either of them to drop their defenses.

“I’m not. Avoiding you, I mean. I want to see you,” Kurt says. “Moving has been a lot -- a lot of things.” Blaine nods in what looks like agreement. “Did you sing that song to me?” Kurt asks. Blaine nods again, only he’s not looking at Kurt, and Kurt can’t really take how awkward it is. “Blaine,” he says, stepping forward. “How did you know I would be here?”

“I didn’t.” Blaine finally looks at him. “my roommates used to do it for their show choir, and when I was trying to think of ways to, I don’t know, impress you, one of them suggested a song, and they taught me oomf -” Kurt stops him with a kiss. When Blaine finally relaxes into it, yeah okay, Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck, walking him back to the wall of the building. As far as Kurt’s concerned, they can stay out here until the morning.

“Blaine!” Kurt doesn’t recognize that voice.

“Kurt!” That one is Rachel.

They separate slightly, but Kurt doesn’t really want to get that far away. “Hey Wes,” Blaine says, but his arms are tight around Kurt’s waist.

“I guess you finally worked it out,” Wes says.

“Thank god,” Rachel says. “I thought Kurt was going to combust.”

“Yeah we’re good, if that’s all you need,” Kurt waves Rachel off. Blaine leans in to kiss his neck, and Rachel giggles. “You can be on your way. Tell Jeremy I’ll get myself home.”

“You could come home with me,” Blaine murmurs so only Kurt can hear. “I’ve got my own room. With a door and everything.”

“I have class at ten Blaine.” Kurt is tempted anyway.

“You’ve been in New York almost a month. It’s past time for your first walk of shame.” Blaine waves at Wes and Rachel as they walk back into the bar. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“Blaine Anderson, if you think I am going to spend an entire night in your bed and not touch you in sexy ways, you are very mistaken.”

“Okay that’s cool too,” Blaine says, feigning nonchalance. Then he smiles. “So yes?”

Kurt laughs and kisses Blaine again. “Yes.”

#along for the rides ch 11 #along for the rides #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction

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