#ik shes holding her phone weird. give me a break

[wxnderingluna]

miku from the berkshires, massachusetts! she's waiting for her ride back from the mall target

[feather-a-of-birds]

Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to write a small piece for sdv with Shane and a male farmer. Basically Shane gets punched in the face or something, but the bottom line is the farmer gets sucked off while Shane has a mouth full of blood. It's fine if you don't want to write this, ik it's kinda weird

Of course! I'm quite surprised I got my first request like a week after I started this account, and to warn you I am bad at writing smut especially with male POV and such but I shall try my best! Thank you for reaching out.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Gore, Oral M! Receiving, Getting Punched In The Face, Slight Hematolagnia (attraction to blood), Semi public sex

Shane X M!Reader

Minors Do Not Interact!

Soif De Sang (French for blood thirst)

"There is a policy that literally says only two coupons per person lady" Shane says running his hand through his hair, the woman stomps her foot like a five year old before shouting "I Got All Of These From My Neighbors And Digging Through Trash Cans, And This Is How I'm Treated!" she waves the coupons in his face "Ma'am I really don't care where you got them I can't break Joja policy" he says, this bickering was starting to give him a headache "just ring them up you little brat!" she nearly growls "well I can't change the policy, I can go grab my manager for you so you can fight it out with him" he sighs giving her a shit eating close eyed smirk silently screaming to Yoba to help him "I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR MANAGER JUST LET ME USE MY GOD DAMN COUPONS!" she screams he answers again "the answer is still no because I need this job and if I break policy I can be fired" noticing a couple people watching "You woke people just don't know when to quit" she huffs like a fat bulldog "this has nothing to do with being woke, it's simply Joja Mart policy" Shane deadpans, that appears to be the wrong answer because she picks up her purse and smacks him in the face with it. Shane stumbles back his eyes beginning to water at the impact of the blow that had hit him square on the nose a trickle of blood slowly seeps from his nose "What The Actual Hell!" he seethes looking back at the woman feeling blood slowly seep into the back of his throat. He was pissed, Morris walks in to hear Shane shout at the customer holding his nose Morris looks over "Shane! Enough buddy!" he says walking over giving an apologetic smile to the woman "Shane you are free for today we'll discuss this tomorrow" he says before picking up the phone to the mic "all customers shopping at Joja Mart prices are all now half off" Morris says. Shane scoffs at Morris "what the hell does she have in that purse!" before walking into the back room. He changes out of his work attire before leaving out the back door.

"Oh hey Sha- Shane?!" you gasp as Shane grabs your hand pulling you behind him until you reach Marnie's ranch, he lets go of your hand "Can you help me with this" he says looking at you with a bored expression, you look at his face noticing a red stream running from his nose dripping onto the ground. You feel slightly aroused at the blood "hmm. . . At a price" you smirk at him "and what is this price?" he asks sounding annoyed but definitely intrigued. Its your turn to grab his hand you begin jogging into the forest.

Pulling him deeper into the wood you find an old hollowed out tree it was thick enough to hide you both, you get into the curl of the trunk and push him to his knees in front of him "do you consent to this?" you ask first looking into his eyes, he breaks eye contact blushes and nods "say it Shane, I need to hear you say it" he looks you back in the eyes "yes I consent" he answers you smirk giving him the go ahead.

Spitting out some blood from his mouth before he trails his hands up your legs to your thighs he squeezes them a few times before cupping your semi hard dick through your grime covered pants, you gasp as he palms you for a moment before undoing the button, he unzips the zipper, and pulls your pants and boxers down allowing your dick to spring free, he smirks up at you before wrapping a hand around you pumping slowly, he kisses the head a few times licking up the precum, he lets trails of blood mix with his saliva. You open your eyes as you watch Shane lick a long stripe across your penis making a red sheen on your dick "Shane. Please stop teasing" you beg, he smirks but obliges none the less bringing the tip to his blood stained lips he takes in the head swirling his tongue a few times letting blood coat it before taking in a bit more. He takes in a breath through his nose and slides your dick fully in his mouth "oh~ Mon Diue~" you groan at the feeling, you cover your mouth remembering that Magnus may be nearby. Shane begins bobbing his head he takes you as far he can go the metal taste on his tongue beginning to engrave into him. Shane trails his hand to his pants he undoes the fly on his jeans pulling his hard cock out stroking it gently, he begins pumping himself at a fast pace, he hears you call his name behind your clasped hand, he takes his other hand and begins fondling your balls "Cher Yoba~" you call out, you look down to see Shane pleasuring himself. you grab his hair and thrust gently into his throat, you feel him groan around your dick he pulls off for a deep breath before deep throating you again. Allowing you to continue to use his mouth.

Blood begins dribbling past his lips you swipe a drop and lick it off your thumb you coo at him "you look so Joli like that Shane" you speed it up again he hums at your compliment sending vibrations through you. Shane moves down back to the tip sucking on it for a moment then sucking the whole thing into his mouth he does this a few more times until your pace grows sloppy as you feel yourself climbing that latter to ecstasy, Shane is close as well he cums first letting it spill onto the ground. You follow not long after spilling down his throat, letting him go he takes in a deep breath and licks his lips smearing even more blood on his face, you look at your dick seeing it covered in blood you chuckle before checking in on Shane "now I feel really light headed" he says looking a little woozy "I can imagine Mon Cher, now lets get us cleaned up".

A/N: hey i hope that wasn't to bad and here are the translations

Soif de sang: Blood thirsty

Mon dieu: My god

Cher: Dear (masc)

Joli: pretty (masc)

Mon Cher: My dear

[fideidefenswhore]

this is a book (the top review files it as a #wall-banger, appropriate, although i could not do this because i read it on my kindle through a loophole that didn’t return the library rental when it was due and had been meaning to finish it forever, and damned if i wasn’t going to finish my summit fever of this book of enthrallingly trashy mediocrity) about the poles, the ‘white rose’, so it’s weird that the exeter conspiracy and her own imprisonment is the most phoned-in part, the most static. even though it was fiction i thought it might give me some insights into that but it really...didn’t. so, i’ve been reading this other pop history book about the same (at least it’s not w/e/i/r but also i wish there was an academic one?) because it seems like the only one out there, apparently there’s an upcoming one but the release date is 2024.

what else, hm, it’s very...elastic, this ‘curse’. all the male heirs of the tudor line die, etc, well 1st...everyone dies, so. it makes this curse very hard to deny. henry viii has somehow escaped it because he’s not the heir, arthur was, so it hits him. does james v, who died around the age of thirty, count? does james vi/i? moreover, does henry brandon (he’s not mentioned in this book, one assumes because she likes his mother, and divides this world into good-- katharine of aragon’s friends and admirers-- and evil-- those that don’t deep-throat her toes)? the curse does not specify that the male heirs die before maturity or in their youth; there’s a brief pause where the fourth wall breaks down a little between the poles and they’re like oh, henry fitzroy has not died because he’s not an heir, he’s born outside of marriage, but then ofc he dies at seventeen and margaret is like ah yes....The Curse. there are no exceptions. so...idek. she should have just written an alternate history with magic, if she wants the magic to have been believably real, is what i’m getting at. plenty of bloodline curses in historical fantasy (there’s also some fourth wall breaking where the narrator considers that curses can be self-fulfilling, the duke of buckingham dies for hearing and believing in one, and the very weird, offhand remark that henry has ‘enacted’ his own curse because his daughter’s subsequent depression to his abandonment has made her ‘sterile’).

also going by the logic of well second sons can skip this curse but first sons are doomed, you would think edward vi might have lived into adulthood like henry viii....should they have specified something about being of different mothers, idk...

the depiction of princess mary was actually one of the better ones i’ve read. not very balanced, but actually very believably sympathetic, it’s refreshing to read her from the perspective of someone that adores and loves her. i actually found myself wishing that the novel had followed her instead (i found this with both TOBG and the kingmaker’s daughter, wishing it was from the POV of the ‘mean’ sister instead-- anne or isabel-- but be careful what you wish for; ik the queen’s fool was a mess, sooo...).

the depiction of the boleyns is about what one expected, myopic and yet ornately dressed inventiveness for fulsome moral comeuppance and scolding. thomas boleyn was apparently margaret pole’s ‘steward’ (there is a record of thomas boleyn being granted the reversion of bushey manor, but this instead being given to margaret pole in the year an act of parliament restored her, but none of him being awarded the stewardship, although he was awared others... ‘my former steward’ has more of a bite than ‘a steward’, one supposes, particularly since her own son was also...a steward...) so that her nose-holding at his rise is given some personal touch, george boleyn was ‘useless’, while at least mary boleyn was ‘fertile’ and the ‘sweeter of the two sisters’, anne boleyn’s banner and chariot and insignia are of her falcon ‘attacking the pomegranate’ (alright, i know where the origin of this ‘factoid’ on tudorstagram came from now, at least) rather than the only place that was ever found, the margin of one of her musicbooks, rather than her actual symbol, & every subject duly spits on the ground whenever this chariot passes, anne boleyn has no friends except for ‘other boleyns and howards’ (margaret lee, bridget wingfield,  and others do not exist), there are ‘no women of any rank’ and ‘none of the king’s family’ willing to attend her at calais (they included a duke’s daughter and two viscountesses, including his aunt-in-law) or ever acknowledge her (margaret tudor’s recognition of anne as queen is excised from the canon of this entire series), anne boleyn is a ‘commoner’ (the sting of this is somewhat weakened by how margaret pole also refers to margaret douglas, the daughter of a queen and earl, as a ‘commoner’), etc.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

oolong, white tea, dr. pepper, latte, chocolate milkshake, orange juice, red bull(gives you wings -cough-), nutella milkshake, cherry milkshake (look cartoons are amazing and good ones can be hard to find).

oolong (What did you want to be when you were small?):

ooooooo I wanted to be a lot of things lol. mostly an author or artist, at one point I watched a bit too much HGTV and wanted to be an interior designer but for the sake of all homes out there, that dream went out the window. I also wanted to be a superhero, that was a fun phase.

white tea (What’s one thing that can instantly make your day better?) :

listening to Taylor Swift, getting a text from a friend/my crush, eating my favorite food (dumplings), a hug from my dad. ik thats more than one but what can I say, a bunch of stuff makes me happy :)

dr. pepper (Which habit are you proudest of breaking?):

oh uhhhhh, lets see. have I broken any habits probably drinking three energy drinks a day, that was a...rough time

latte (What did you think was cool then, when you were a kid but isn’t cool now?)

captain America. I mean...does this mean what I thought was cool but I don't anymore or like socially? would having a flip phone count then? idk I always wanted one, to live my Chris pine dream. crimping hair. captain America. straightening my hair except that one patch at the back. knowing every big time rush song. captain America.

chocolate milkshake (If you could ask advice from any book character, who would it be?):

oh this is a hard one whoa. probably sally Jackson from Percy Jackson bc she seems like she gives the best advice and would be so comforting! or Jesus, from you know, the Bible. such a chill guy, would probably help me solve my problems then build me a chair

orange juice (What is your favourite item of clothing?):

I really like pants. like the pleated ones. or a cardigan. or my combat boots. do rings count? also like a nice hoodie or sweatshirt.

red bull (If you had a theme song, what would it be?):

oh shit nuggets. probably anything from conan gray's discography like best friend or crush culture?? maybe a Taylor Swift song bc I already associate myself with so many of her lyrics. most likely better than revenge or no body, no crime. this is a hard question and I will be thinking about it for the rest of the night

nutella milkshake (The house is on fire, but everyone is safely out, the pets are safely out, and all wallets/cash are saved. If you could make one last dash to get something, what would it be?):

knowing myself it would probably be my computer since I always have my phone on me. but also, I would probably try and save a journal of mine or a book that holds a lot of significance to me, like Percy Jackson or A Silver Thimble, which is a book my aunt gave me a while ago. or a picture of my family/gigi, if im feeling sentimental enough

cherry milkshake (What cartoon do you still like to watch?):

(you're right, it is hard to find some good cartoons) maybe looney tunes? or tom and jerry? or that one show on Netflix with the mermaid and shark? she-ra? the animated batman show? honestly I don't watch a lot of cartoons anymore bc I haven't been able to find a show that captivates me on the same level that Mickey Mouse Clubhouse did when I was five. Oh wait those older Mickey Mouse cartoon shorts are really good, really funny, definitely would watch them again over and over.

thank you so much for the ask!! sorry if my answers are a bit weird, I think my pain meds kicked in and made my brain kinda fuzzy. but anyways, this was fun!! thank you!!

[violetwolfraven]

Modern!Wormsies Headcanons because I’m terrified wormsies is going to die before 2021 gets here

Tw for mild horror. I don’t think this is that bad but read at your own risk. I don’t l know why I created it I just felt compelled to but don’t read it unless you’re as insane as I am and are fully prepared to read the most cursed thing I have ever created. Seriously. This is by far the most cursed thing I have ever written. Good luck. 💜

So anyway they’re not selling to survive obviously since it’s modern au.

In my modern au they’re all theatre nerds cause why not.

So they’re backstage one day and Race finds this blue thing behind an old set that has probably been there for several years.

Lo and behold, it is a worm on a string.

And Race is kinda weirded out and wondering who left it there but he’s like aight guess I’m keeping this thing.

He ties it to a strap on his backpack and forgets about it for the rest of rehearsal.

Then Romeo (one of Race’s 3 adoptive brothers, the others being Jack and Crutchie) notices it and f l i p s o u t.

Romeo drags over Specs and Jack and Crutchie to show them the worm Race found and they’re all like omg this is the best thing we’ve ever seen.

Race is still kinda confused but like hey whatever this might as well happen and he just figures if his brothers and his little brother’s boyfriend are gonna obsess over worms, why not join in?

They all get worms somehow. Romeo gets a green one, Specs gets a purple one, Jack gets a dark blue one, and Crutchie gets a yellow one.

When they all show up to rehearsal a few days later with worms, a few others pick up on it and are like lmao let’s join in on the insanity.

So anyway Albert gets a red one, Smalls gets a green one, Mike gets a purple one, Ike gets a yellow one cause it’s the opposite of purple, and Elmer gets a green one.

All the others are all kinda just whatever do what you want don’t involve us in your insanity.

BUT THEN

Over the course of the next couple weeks, only a couple more people join in on getting worms.

Sniper gets a purple one and Finch gets an orange one.

But what’s strange is that everybody starts noticing...

The kids with worms pick up choreography...

Faster and Better...

Than the kids without worms...

They’re stretchier and more agile...

...almost like..?

Almost like...

They...

don’t...

have...

spines..?

They wiggle just like their worms wiggle wiggle wiggle.

And Specs is the most logical of the ones with worms but even he fully believes his worm gives him special powers.

They spend their snack breaks talking about this and a few more people decide to get in on it.

Jojo gets a yellow one, Mush gets a dark blue one, and Blink gets a light blue one.

Davey, Spot, and Katherine still refuse to believe in this.

Sarah got a pink worm and they were all terribly disappointed in her.

But anyway they hold out their lack of belief despite how the kids with worms continue to perform better in dance numbers than the few left without.

Kenny caves and gets a dark blue one somewhere in here.

There are now a lot more kids with worms than kids without and the holidays are rolling around.

Ike gets Hotshot a red worm and Hotshot in turn gets red worms for all his crowd on the stage crew (Bart, Rafaela, Joey, Hildy, York, and Vince).

Hell, even the crew kids perform better with worms, it turns out.

Cause they can run fast to get places they need to be and squeeze through spaces they shouldn’t be able to squeeze through.

But anyway Katherine and Davey and Spot are starting to get a little creeped out.

Cause their friends and partners are starting to act more and more like they’re in a cult, even more than the cult that they’re already in (the drama club).

They pretend their worms have fucking personalities and make tiny hats for them and stuff.

And the ones left without worms are dropping like flies and getting assimilated to the other side.

Buttons gets a light blue one, Tommy Boy gets a pink one, Henry gets an orange one, and

And Sarah gets Les a green worm.

That’s kinda the last straw for Davey.

He fucking waits until his siblings are asleep and he throws their worms in the trash.

But mysteriously

They both have their worms back in time for rehearsal.

And Davey gets home that night and there’s a light blue worm waiting on his pillow.

He throws it away but it’s tied to his backpack strap the next day.

He flushes it down the toilet and it shows up in his favorite hoodie pocket.

He tells Katherine and Spot, super freaked out, but they don’t really believe him cause there’s no such thing as magic worms... right?

Then Katherine finds a purple worm on the seat she usually sits in during breaks.

She’s moderately creeped out so she leaves it there and goes to a different seat but the next break the worm is on that seat.

She can’t remember seeing anyone move it.

Meanwhile Spot is making out with Race behind a curtain (obviously) and Race

Race fucking pulls a red worm out of his sleeve like a scarf trick and gives it to him.

Spot is super weirded out by this and wants to just throw the dumb thing away the minute he and Race are done making out, but he just...

He can’t.

He can’t get rid of the worm, so he ties it to his backpack.

Katherine and Davey are mildly horrified that Spot has given in and won’t give up his worm even though you’re encouraging their cult-like behavior, Spot, come on.

Spot insists that he could throw away his worm if he wanted to, he just... doesn’t want to. And besides, he can keep up with the others on theatre stuff now, so why would he?

So Kath and Davey are

The

Last

Ones

Left

Without worms.

Davey’s worm is still following him around but he refuses to give in and he always gets rid of it as soon as he finds it but it always pops up again.

Katherine’s shows up less frequently, but it starts getting more and more frequent and she starts getting more and more freaked out as one night, she goes into her room and that fucking purple worm is on her pillow.

None of her friends have been to her house in the last 24 hours so this development is fucking terrifying.

She calls Davey and flips out on the phone to him about it and he’s trying to calm her down but Sarah ends up stealing his phone after a few minutes because she’s my girlfriend, Davey, not yours.

When Davey gets the phone back, Katherine is significantly calmer. He asks her if she threw the worm away.

She

Didn’t

Throw the worm away.

She claims it’s fine, that they might as well give in, Davey, we’re the last ones left without worms, just out of stubbornness. And anyway our friends with worms are doing fine; look at your siblings if you need proof.

Sarah and Les are having a tea party with their worms and Davey is getting pretty scared at this point.

He’s the last one left without a worm, though that blue one still always seems to show up wherever he is.

Until

Opening night

Of

Their

Show

Afterwards everybody’s pumped up and ready to go to Applebee’s to celebrate and Davey is relieved because no one has mentioned worms in the last 24 hours or even really looked at the ones still tied to their backpacks.

He thinks maybe the others got bored with it and this thing is finally dying, especially since that damn light blue worm hasn’t showed up today either.

But then Davey is just sharing a nice coffee alone with Jack backstage (which he hasn’t done since the worm thing started because honestly his boyfriend was creeping him out).

Jack suddenly starts crying, and Davey’s all like hey what is it? Babe look at me what’s wrong?

And Jack just goes I’m sorry love I know it hurts now but it’s better in the long run trust me.

That’s when Elmer, Specs, Sarah, and Mush burst in behind them and grab Davey, shoving a bag over his head and dragging him somewhere.

When the bag is taken off of Davey’s head, he’s tied to a chair in the middle of a choir room that all his friends have somehow squeezed into.

They’re all holding their worms.

And Davey is like guys if this is an elaborate prank it wasn’t even that funny to begin with but now it is very very much not funny.

But Sarah just goes in a sad tone it’s not a prank Davey.

Les not looking like he’s trying not to laugh is what makes Davey believe it’s not a prank.

And Davey is legitimately terrified at this point because even Spot and Katherine are looking at him with a solemn kind of pity and when he asks them for help they just shake their heads and tell him everything will be okay.

He turns to Jack and is still clinging to that last little bit of hope that one of the people he loves might not have gone off the deep end.

That last little bit of hope that the boy he loves is still the boy I fell for. I know you’re still in there so please just untie me Jackie.

Jack looks like he’s trying not to cry but he doesn’t move.

Instead he says I love you Davey. It’ll all be over soon.

Do it, Race.

Race steps forward and Davey just about has a heart attack because

He’s

Holding

That

Goddamn

Light blue

Worm

And he takes some rainbow duct tape out of his pocket and tapes it to Davey’s shirt.

And the others all start chanting one of us one of us one of us as Davey can practically feel the spine leave his body and travel to another dimension where there’s a man who collects them.

It turns out the others were right that he should just give in.

Now it’s time for them to get the rest of the school.

Edit: here is my attempt to justify myself for this. 💜

[asteriismos]

Next Door Neighbor -- Bill Denbrough

Authors Note : y’all know I love bill ;)) he’s my fav and that won't change. this also randomly turned into kinda fluffy smut but oops

Warning(s) : eighteen! losers club, masturbation, fluffy smut, a little OOC for bill, yet another reason I'm going to hell

Request :

Ik you just wrote two Bill smuts, but imagine being neighbors and best friends with bill and your bedroom windows are right next to each other. and then he watches you masterbate and the next day he’s acting all weird bc he didn’t know you do things like that and he’s never thought of you in that way. and when you ask him why he’s acting so weird he just snaps and is like "you should really close your window" or something like that bc 🥵

“I’m just saying, she’s not that bad if you look at her from the side,” Richie Tozier said to Bill over the walkie talkie line. It was getting late, around 10 pm, and Richie had been on the walkie with Bill for an hour. Talking on walkie talkies was a little childish, but that was all of the losers favorite way of getting a hold of each other.

Bill laughed to himself, pulling out the chair to his desk and sitting down. “I’m going to pretend you’re not talking about Stan’s mom and politely ask you to change the subject.”

There was laughing on the other line, “Fine, Bill. Let’s see . . . Oh! How’s Y/N? She come back from her spring break trip yet?” 

Much to the losers dismay, you had gone on a spring break trip with your family all the way down to Florida. You were gone for the entire week and a half, not being able to even call them on the phone or the walkie. Apparently it was a ‘no technology’ vacation for your entire family, so none of your friends could even call you to see how you were doing.

It also sucked for Bill, because he didn’t have anyone to talk to when he was up late drawing or writing.

You had lived next to Bill for what felt like forever, your bedroom windows facing each other. Bill had put his desk to face that window so he could sit down as he spoke to you, who put your bed next to the window in your room to do the same. It was kinda depressing seeing you not there every day, your lights off and door open to your empty house. 

“I’m not sure, I haven’t checked to see if she came home yet,” Bill answered. He went to push back his curtains and open his window to see that your family was home. Your room was lit up and an open suitcase was laying on top of your bed, clothes strewn around the room. Your window was open wide just like his, but you weren't there to say hi. “Oh yeah, she’s home. But not in her room, she must’ve gone to take a shower or something.”

“Damn, you’re so lucky that you have a window that looks into a girls room,” Richie said. Bill scoffed, of course Richie would think that. 

“Actually, I don’t go looking into her room every second I get, so maybe she’s the lucky one. She could’ve gotten you as a neighbor,” Bill said, grabbing a pencil and reverting his attention to the paper that he was supposed to finish up over the break. He had left it to the last minute, like he was sure a majority of his class did as well. 

“You know I’m just joking . . .” Richie trailed off. “But you’re telling me you’ve never even peeked? Not once?”

Bill bit his lip. He really hadn’t. He respected your privacy, and didn’t want to get caught doing something like that and labeled as some kind of pervert by you. He didn’t want to make you feel creeped out or upset at him, so he just didn’t. Has he been interested before to just take one little peek? Yes, but he never acted upon it.

“Nope, not once Rich,” Bill answered. “Isn’t it time for you to have your late night talk with Eds anyways?” 

“Shit, you’re right. He’s going to think I just left him on his open line. Thanks Bill, and goodnight.” Bill muttered a small ‘mhm’ and left Richie’s line.

For the next ten minutes, Bill bullshitted his way through the closure of the essay, looking up once he heard a door open. His first instinct was to look at his own door, but it seemed to be coming from your door in your own room. You walked in, covered by only a towel. Your wet hair stuck to your shoulders, which had gotten considerably tan since he last saw you.

Bill was quick to do what he always did, shut his curtains so that you could have some privacy while changing in your room. He usually kept them closed for a good half an hour so he knew that you were finally done changing. And once his curtains were closed, he heard your towel drop to the floor.

The words Richie said to him were beginning to ring in his head. Especially the ones about just peeking.

No, that would be stupid. He couldn’t do that to you, especially considering the very definite possibility that you would catch him. You’d get so mad, and Bill didn’t want that.

Well . . . It wouldn’t hurt if he just looked for a split second, right? It would be fine, you were probably already done changing and he could then strike up a conversation with you and pretend that he didn’t just try to be a peeping tom. 

Channelling his inner ‘Richie’ or whatever you wanted to call it, Bill opened his curtain just a tiny bit, enough to see into your room with one eye. At first he didn’t see you, maybe you had gone downstairs.

But then he heard moaning.

Oh fuck.

Bill then saw you, real clear. You were laying on your bed, hand in between your thighs and moaning quietly. Your door was closed and you had surprisingly left your window open. Bill couldn’t believe what he was seeing and he was about to shut the curtain and forget this had happened completely, that was until he heard his name come from your lips. It was quiet, but it was definitely his name. You were imagining him. That his fingers were inside you and not your own.

To say that his pants tightened would be an understatement.

Bill couldn’t believe that you thought about him in that way. Sure, he had thought about that type of stuff before, and thought about the possibility of him having sex with you. But that was all just stupid stuff that his friends fed to him, that you liked him. That you would look at him with longing in the hallways at school and in the science class you had together. You always acted like you didn’t when you hung out with the entire group, but looking at the position you were in right now, it looked like that was all an act. 

Maybe he should do something about that.

~ the next morning ~

It was the last day of spring break before you went back to school for the remainder of your last high school year and you were looking forward to spending it with your best friends. You hadn’t seen them all break since you left to vacation in Florida, and you were dying to speak to them and hang out with them again.

You wanted to talk to Bill last night, but he seemed to have gone to bed early, since you called him on the walkie and he didn’t pick up. Which was strange, Bill was always the one to go to sleep in the early hours of the morning - especially during breaks from school.

Oh well, you’d see him today anyways. 

Your parents had gone out a few minutes ago for the day. They needed to get some things done on Main Street and also go shopping since you all cleaned out your fridge before going on vacation. That was fine with you, considering you didn’t plan on being home at all today. 

You walked outside of your house and looked around the street, breathing in the fresh air of Derry that you had surprisingly missed while you were away. Florida was pretty, but it didn't matter, Derry would always be in your heart. It was sad to think that soon enough you would be leaving this small town for college very soon, all of your friends would leave and go their separate ways. 

Your vision turned to Bill’s front porch where he sat, reading some kind of book. You chuckled to yourself. Typical Bill, head in a book unless you or one of the losers pulled him out of it. 

“Hey, Bill! Long time no see,” You yelled to him, making your way towards him and stopping at his steps onto the porch. He looked up and closed his book, shoulders obviously tensing up about something. He seemed to be thinking about something pretty important, especially since once he made eye contact with you his eyes widened. “Is something wrong?” You asked.

“No! I just didn't see you come up that’s all,” Bill replied, standing up to face you.

You laughed, “Okay, well, I actually was going to wait until I was with everyone, but Eds said that he needed a few extra minutes so I guess I can give you your gift now.”

Bill cleared his throat, “You got me a gift?”

“Yeah, don’t you remember asking for some shells? I swear you were the first one to ask.”

Bill breathed out, seemingly remembering that conversation he had with you after break. You squinted your eyes at him as he nodded his head. “Okay,” you said, a little weirded out by his behavior. Bill was never the one to forget, there must be something distracting him. “They’re in my room, c’mon.”

A few minutes later, Bill was standing in your room as you looked through your suitcase. You still had yet to finish unpacking, so everything was still all jumbled around in the rather large suitcase. You passed some shirts and threw some pants out, finally finding the bag that you had collected seashells in. You had spent an entire day looking for them for your friends, making sure that they were the coolest ones that you could find.

“Here,” You said, pulling out the bag and turning to face him. Bill was looking out your window, the same one that looked into his room. 

What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he acting so goddamn weird?

“Bill, are you sure nothing’s wrong? Because your acting like I killed your cat,” You said, setting down the bag of seashells on your desk and putting your hands on your hips. “What is wrong with you today?”

“You should really close your window.”

It was a mumble, a whisper. You weren't even sure if you heard him correctly.

“What did you say?” You asked him.

“I said, Y/N, that you should really close your goddamn window.”

In a few short seconds, Bill walked over to you and put his hands on your cheeks, grabbing you and pulling you into a kiss. It shocked you, but you felt yourself melt into it. What did he mean about closing you window? You were sure that you had - oh shit.

You had forgotten to close your window last night. When you got out of the shower, when you were touching yourself.

He pushed you to walk towards your bed, falling on top of you when the back of your legs hit the bed and sent you flying backwards on top of it. Your hands lazily ran through his hair, earning a slight groan on his end. It was soft, way better than you imagined it to be. 

Because you’d imagined it more times than you were willing to admit. That hadn’t been the first time you touched yourself thinking about your next door neighbor Bill Denbrough. 

Your best friend, Bill Denbrough. 

“Wait, Bill wait,” you said, pulling away from his lips and moving your hands to cup his cheeks. “You’re my best friend. I mean, we practically grew up together.” His eyes looked straight into yours, his flushed cheeks tightening as he grinned, “Well, the other losers are your best friends as well. Do you masterbate thinking about them too? Do I need to be jealous of Eddie, or maybe Stan?” You rolled your eyes, laughing and hitting him playfully.

“No. Just you, stupid,” You answered, your own cheeks reddening at the fact that he caught you doing such a thing. You had been careless last night.

“Well then, maybe I can be more than a best friend then,” Bill stated, his lips attaching themselves to your neck, sucking lightly on the exposed skin. You gasped at the contact, your hands once again running through his hair and pulling at it. 

“What I’m trying to say, Bill, is that you’re my best friend and you don’t have to do anything,” You replied. “You don’t have to do anything just because I want to.”

“Y/N, let’s just say that you’re not the only one that’s touched themselves thinking about the person with the window next to theirs,” Bill said against your skin, his hands reaching under your shirt. His hands palmed at your breasts. “I want this just as badly as you do.”

And with that, you stopped talking and allowed him to pull off your shirt, exposing your tanned skin and white laced bra. He did the same with his shirt, pulling it off and once again allowing his hands to go to your chest.

Your lips went to his shoulder, peppering kisses along his skin, admiring the slight freckles that were there. His touches were soft, meticulously made, like he didn't want to hurt you for any reason. You internally swooned at the kindness he showed you, the love that you felt within his touch. Both of you had never seen each other in this context before, and it was a little confusing at first to think that the boy you grew up with was now in your bed. 

His left hand went from your chest and snaked down to the waistband of your pants and slipping past it when you tugged on his hair to continue. It wasn't long before he slipped a finger inside you, watching as your face twisted from admiration to lust, all from the pleasure that he was giving you. He took in every soft noise that you made, his lips coming and kissing yours once again as he slipped another finger in. His pace was beginning to pick up as well, and you couldn’t believe how much easier it felt to get to the brink of your climax when it was Bill’s hand instead of yours. 

The pit began to form in your stomach, the one that you always felt happen with yourself in over three minutes, but this time with Bill it had barely been two minutes and you already felt like you needed to release. 

Realizing this, he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean and then pulling his pants and boxers off, doing the same with your pants and underwear. 

“I want it to happen when I’m inside you, princess,” he whispered, sparing no time to push into you. You gasped at the sudden pain you felt, tears threatening to slip from your eyes and he wasn't even moving yet. Could you even take him? He wasn't all the way in yet, and you were already feeling pain like no other. 

After a few moments, the pain began to feel tolerable, it even felt a little good. 

“You can move,” you said to him, nodding and putting your hands on his shoulders. It felt as if your hands were made to be placed there, they fit so nicely on his body.

Bill began to move and it still hurt like a bitch, his hand went down and played with your clit, alleviating some of the pain and replacing it with pleasure. The shockwave of pleasure you were experiencing caused you to moan out, his own groans and noises starting to match yours. 

Your high was coming, fast. The more Bill played with your cit and the deeper he went made you spiral higher and higher.

“Fuck babe, you’re so tight. You feel so good,” Bill said, kissing you once again.

That’s when your orgasm hit, and you hit it hard. You moaned into his mouth, your hands squeezing his shoulders as you rode it out. You began to move your hips with his, causing him to go deeper than he had ever gone before. That’s when he came, moaning out your name.

He rolled off of you and laid there next to you, muttering words of praise while you both laid there. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“Well, Denbrough, if that’s what is going to happen every time I keep my window open, then I may never just close it ever again.”

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[mistymazzello]

Cruel Summer | part iv

summary-they used to be best friends, but now that y/n has a boyfriend (that everyone hates), joe and y/n can’t seem to come to terms with their feelings, but it’s no secret to anyone how they truly feel.

warnings- cussing & angst

word count- 1.6k (it’s short ik ik)

a/n-If you’re from another country, the order of grades in highschool goes freshman, sophomore, junior, senior. also, i hate the way i wrote this chapter but here u go🥺this is really just a set up for the drama that’s gonna happen next chapter

based off of cruel summer by taylor swift

Joe hadn’t said much about the girl he was bringing. All you knew was that she was coming that night. You thought about not showing up, but you needed to talk to Joe, and you kind of really wanted to see the girl he was bringing, so as you put on your makeup and got ready, you tried to keep some dignity. It was embarrassing that you just broke up with your boyfriend for someone who doesn’t want you anymore, and it was even more embarrassing that Rami and Lucy knew.

Walking into Rami’s house was a death march. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you walked through his front door, Lucy grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze. 

“I’m sorry you have to do this. I know it sucks, and if you ever want to leave, just tell me and we can go.” She said quietly to you.

“Lucy,” you laughed “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” You lied.

“Alright.” she sighed.

You walked down the steps into Rami’s basement and you felt like your throat had closed up when you saw Joe. He was sitting on the couch, a girl with dark curls clung to his side, holding onto his arm as if she was scared. You almost wanted to laugh. 

Lucy said hi to everyone, causing Joe and the girl to turn and look at both of you. Immediately, you locked eyes with Joe, who adjusted his grip on the girl who was practically wrapped around his side. You finally got a good look at her, and she seemed familiar, and you were pretty sure she went to your school. She was pretty, too. You started to wonder if she knew that Joe had tongued you down less than 24 hours ago. You wanted to laugh again.

“Joe, who’s this?” Lucy said, sitting in a chair next to the couch, scooting over to allow you to sit next to her. Gwil and Rami were playing pool while Ben sat in a chair across from the two of you.

“This is Vera.” He smiled. 

“Hi” She smiled. “Thanks for letting me come so last minute”

You smiled and looked at Joe. “I guess it is kind of last minute, isn’t it.”

He glared at you.

“Well, I’m Lucy, and this is Y/N.”

“You look really familiar, Vera, do you go to our school?” You asked,

“Oh, yeah. I’m a Junior.” She said, her smile never breaking. 

Lucy proceeded to talk to her, but you couldn’t. You silently prayed she would do something wrong so that you could hate her, but she continued to be lovely. You watched Joe intently for a while. You watched how he held onto her, how he would whisper things to her, how he treated her the way you had only dreamed of being treated by him. You realized this is what Joe felt the entire time you dated Carter. You tried to convince yourself that Joe only brought her because he likes her, not because he wanted to make you mad. You knew how conceited you sounded thinking that, but you couldn’t help it. It made sense.

You felt your phone buzz and you pulled it out. Ben had made a groupchat with everyone except Joe and Vera.

Ben-Does this seem a little weird to anyone else?

Gwilym-YES!!! There’s no way Joe was that close with someone and he didn’t tell us, right?

Ben-That’s what I thought too

Gwilym-Should I ask?

Rami-DO NOT ASK

Lucy-Maybe she’s just a clingy person by nature? Like it doesn’t have to be anything serious for them to act like that

Gwilym-They’re literally ON TOP of eachother

You sighed in relief. So you weren’t crazy.

Ben-If we all left they would 100% be fucking in ur basement rami

Rami-STOP

Lucy-I want to hate her so fucking bad but I CANT!!! WHY IS SHE SO NICE!!!!

You put your phone away and looked back at Joe and Vera. It felt like your heart had dropped to your stomach at this point, and it had only been 20 minutes.

You felt like a time bomb. You needed to tell Joe that you had broken up with Carter, and you needed to tell him how you felt.

“I’m gonna go get some water, do you guys want anything?” Joe said, standing up.

A beat passed and you stood up. “I think I’m gonna come with you.” You said casually.

He looked at you, his lips slightly parted. He knew he couldn’t protest, so he just followed you out the door and up the steps.

Your phone began buzzing as you walked into the kitchen but you were too invested in what you were about to say to look at it.

Gwilym-ASK HIM ABOUT IT

Lucy-^^^

Ben-Ask how long they’ve been a thing

Gwilym-WE WANT ANSWERS

You put your hands on the counter and watched him as he walked over to the fridge. “Joe, can we please talk.”

“I came up here to get water, not to have you mess with my emotions.”

“Please.” You begged softly.

He looked at you and sighed, then sat down at the counter. 

You sat down next to him and took a deep breath. “She’s really pretty.”

He nodded.

“It’s really hard for me to sit down there and watch you with her, when less than 24 hours ago me and you-”

“You can’t get mad, Y/N. You have a fucking boyfriend! You have Carter, I’m allowed to have Vera!” He said. 

“What, so you’re just gonna use Vera to make me mad until I make up my mind?” You shouted back.

“I’m not using her.” He defended.

“Yes you are, Joe!”

“Make up you’re fucking mind, then!” 

“I already did.” You looked at him for a few moments. “I broke up with Carter this morning.”

He immediately looked shocked, his mouth opened then closed.

“For you, Joe. I broke up with him for you.”

“Why?” he asked.

You shook your head and stood up, walking away.

“Y/N, I’m serious, why’d you break up with Carter for me?” 

You kept walking straight towards the front door, not even bothering to go back into the basement.

He grabbed your arm. “Y/N-”

“Because I love you!” You snapped. “And if you want to be with Vera that’s fine, and I know I can’t get mad because I did the exact same thing to you!”

He let go of your arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know.” you replied.

A beat passed.

“I love you, Joe. I have for a while. Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

You both stood there for a few moments and for a second, you thought he might kiss you.

He didn’t.

You didn’t see Vera at all the last week of school. You would think that since it was finals week you and Joe would have been on edge, but there was hardly any exchange between the two of you. It was awkward, and it’s not how you wanted your senior year to end. You didn’t understand how Joe was the one who kissed you first, but now you’re the only one who’s said I love you.

The day of graduation was going by quickly. You were all sitting in the gym, waiting for the ceremony to start. Lucy was crying like she had been all day, everyone was extremely emotional, but you seemed to be in denial. You hadn’t really accepted the fact that your time with your friends was coming to an end, and you didn’t want to. You were standing against the wall, your cap in your hand as you watched all of the people you had grown up with that you would never see in this setting ever again.

Joe slowly walked over to you and stood by you silently.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” He broke the silence.

“What is?”

“Just like, graduating. It feels like we just started high school and now it’s over.” He stated.

You nodded your head, trying not to think about the fact that the last time you talked to him you told him that you loved him.

“Remember how me and you were like, each other's only friends freshman year?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

You both stood there for a while, both of you probably thinking about the same thing.

“Haven’t seen Vera all week.” you said.

He shifted. “I don’t like Vera.”

You heard teachers start calling everyone to get in order.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t.”

You looked at Joe expectantly, silently begging him to say something, anything. You wanted him to tell you that he loved you so you didn’t feel so stupid.

“I’ll see you later.” He said. Not what you wanted to hear.

You nodded.

He began to walk away but he stopped himself, then turned around. “By the way, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

You wanted to ask what he meant, but he walked away. You did ask him if you saying that you loved him was the worst thing he’d ever heard, but this isn’t the kind of answer you wanted. Now you were just confused.

Gwilym was the valedictorian, so he had to give a speech. It was very professional with a few jokes, in perfect Gwilym style. You cried, Lucy cried, Joe cried (hard), even Ben cried. And that’s why, after the ceremony, you felt that it was ok that Joe hugged you. You were both sad, and you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t mean anything, but by the way he set his chin on top of your head and stroked your hair, you couldn’t help but convince yourself that it had to mean something.

You tried to make yourself forget the fact that you were in love with Joe that night. You tried to accept the fact that he wasn’t going to love you back and you needed to stop thinking he was, but everytime he said anything to you, you were convinced the next thing he would say is that he loves you.

He was convinced too, but he couldn’t do it.

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[leejeongz]

Jealous Stray Kids

🤫oof thanks for requesting this honey!!! I hope you like it bc I really enjoyed writing it (weird comsidering it isn’t that good, Ik)🤫

Bang Chan:

Your name had left his mouth one too many times for Chan to compose himself anymore. He was having a conversation with one of the staff, yet all they wanted to talk about was you.

“You do know they have a boyfriend, right?” Chan asked passive aggressively. “And he probably wouldn’t like you saying these things about them”

“No, but whoever it is doesn’t deserve them” the guy replied. You and Chan were yet to out your relationship, everyone else thinking you were just close friends. “I was actually hoping you’d set me up with them, but I guess that’s off the table”

“Yeah” Chris replied, now more angry from the his previous statement. “You aren’t their type anyway” he spoke “they don’t like rude guys” just as he said it, you walked through the waiting room door. Chan came over to you and planted a kiss on your cheek. Who were you to argue with the sudden PDA?

“They’re mine, thank you. Please find someone else” Chan said to the guy he was talking to before. As the words left his mouth, the guy went red in the face but Chan had already turned around, all his attention now on you.

Woojin:

Woojin is a big jealous boy okay. When he saw you walking home from your evening class with “some guy” he’d grow angrier with every step you took closer to his house. And when he finally heard you knock at his door, you still accompanied by the guy, he’d take a deep breath, slap on a fake smile and welcome you both in warmly, secretly wanting to kill the other boy.

“Who’s this?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh I’m Thomas, we go to class together. It was getting dark outside so I walked them home. Sorry, and you are?” Thomas asked politely.

Woojin look at you, waiting for you to proudly announce he was your boyfriend, which you did so immediately.

“Well, they are home now. Better get going, hadn’t you?” Woojin asked, wanting some alone time. He put his hand on the guys back and practically pushed him out the door.

“What the hell y/n? Why didn’t you tell him that you had a boyfriend before? Why did you say you wanted picking up, I would have come and picked you up you know?” He began to get angry. “Seems to me like you wanted this guy to fall in love with you” he added dramatically at the end, causing you to giggle and him to join in after a while, realising how petty he had just been.

Lee Know:

He rolled over in bed, finally awake enough to do so. His arm found its way over your middle and he pulled your back closer towards him. He peeped over your shoulder, seeing you were on your phone.

“Who are you talking to, babes?” He asked innocently.

You showed him the name on your phone.

“Ughhh, what does he want?” He rolled onto his back, removing his arm as soon as you showed him your phone.

“Does it matter?” You asked. He was a great friend and Minho had no need to be jealous anyway.

“Yes it does, I don’t want him to steal you from me, do I? Stop talking to him, I’m all you need, you know that.” He went back to his previous position, sprawled all over you, kissing you none stop.

“Stop it, Minho, he’s just a friend.” You said, pushing him away.

“Alright, for goodness sake I was only joking” he rolled his eyes and threw his back against the bed, knowing he’d fucked up but not wanting to admit it. “What were you talking about?”

”Perhaps... about your birthday. I thought you were asleep,” you turned to face Minho, who just wanted to apologise, but couldn’t find the right words.

Changbin:

“Y/n, you hold hands with Changbin and Chan” Felix said, sitting you all a circle ready to play a new game he created.

Changbin tried not to look at yours and Chan’s interlocked hands, knowing it would hurt him, yet he couldn’t stop himself. Every time he looked, he’d squeeze your hand harder. He wanted to be the only person to hold your hand, but he didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. When no one was looking, during and after the game, he’d give you little kisses. Your cheek, your neck, your lips, your forehead, nowhere was safe from this jealous boy.

As the night of fun and games came to a end and you were just about to leave, Changbin asked if you wanted walking home. He wouldn’t let you say no.

On your walk home, your hands were comfortably in each other’s and this made you both so happy, but Changbin couldn’t help but think Chan has also been holding your hand earlier this evening.

“I hold hands better than Channie, right y/n?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“For sure, my jealous baby boy” he thought he hid his jealousy well, evidently not.

Hyunjin:

An hour had passed since you and Hyunjin went public as a couple. You were really worried that they wouldn’t like you so you decided to stay offline for a bit. But Hyunjin didn’t.

“Y/n I think they all want to marry you, they keep calling you good looking and saying all this nice stuff and” you stopped his by putting a finger to his lips.

“Shh I think that just means they like me... or they’re being sarcastic...” you contemplated, taking your finger off his lips slowly and grabbing his phone.

“No they are being like... extra nice. Only I get to compliment you like this.” He added. You began to blush while looking at the comments. “And only I get to make you blush like that” he whined.

“Stop being a baby” you kissed him on the cheek. “You’re complaining because your fans like me?” You questioned while laughing.

“I’m jealous of stays?” It then started clicking in what had been coming out of his mouth. “Damn I really am a baby” he said “but I’m your baby” he grinned showing his gums straight in your direction while nestling his head into your neck and to say you fell in love with him even more was an understatement.

Han:

“They are really lovely girls Jisung, and it’s only 2 nights” you pleaded.

“I’m sure they are y/n, but you see them everyday, how often do you see me?” He complained back. He knew it was wrong to stop you from seeing your friends, but he was going to miss you so much, especially since you never really saw each other.

“True, but we can still call” you made a valid point.

“Without WiFi, yeah good one babe” you could tell it was now turning into an argument. An argument that you didn’t want to have. His tears started to well up.

“You do know that you can call without WiFi, Jisung. My dad reminds me of that everyday” he was dumbfounded. You’d won, but you were always going to win.

“Promise when I come back we can spend the whole week together?” You asked, his eyes began to dry. He couldn’t say no to you, not that he wanted to of course.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you” he put his hand on your shoulder. “Damn, shit just got deep” he joked, knowing that everything was going to be alright now you’d made your promise.

Felix:

“Felix, are you coming?” Hyunjin shouted, already in the the queue for the rollercoaster along with the others. You, Felix and Jisung were stood at the side, it was common knowledge that neither Jisung or you liked rollercoaster but Felix didn’t want to leave you alone. After all he’d be queuing for like 3 hours and then the actual time you spent together would be limited.

He wasn’t worried that Jisung might take you off him, just that he was going to be able to spend time with you.

“Come on!! You’ve wanted to go on this since it opened” Jeongin added.

He thought for a while. “Felix, it’s okay. Jisung’s not going to bite me... I don’t think. Go and have fun, I’ll still be here when you get back” you reassured him. He finally decided to leave you two, joining the line with the boys while you and Jisung went to another, less... vicious ride.

When you found the others, Felix wouldn’t leave your side. He’d be holding your hand and only talking to you, making sure that you were only talking to him too.

Seungmin:

With a huge smile on your face, you returned to your table at McDonald’s where seungmin had already made himself comfortable.

“Someone’s excited for a greasy burger” he said, a little suspicious of your behaviour.

“The guy behind the counter complimented me and now I’m happy, what a crime!” You said sarcastically.

He looked over to the guy behind the counter, even in the uniform he looked good, seungmin couldn’t deny.

“Do you think he’s cute?” He asked you.

“Pft no...” you turned around to look at him one more time, he wasn’t really that cute to you, but teasing seungmin was always fun.

“How about I go get you his number then? Set you up on a date with him. That would be cute. Not like you’re already taken” he sat back on his chair, folding his arms.

“Seungmin, I was only joking” you said, grabbing a handful of fries and throwing them at him jokingly.

“Cool” he responded, he’d been tricked, but lord knows he didn’t want to admit it.

I.N:

“Are you ready Jeongin? I don’t want to be late, she’s my best friend!” You shouted. Your best friends birthday party was coincidentally in the same week as Jeongin had off, so agreed to come with you. You didn’t want to be alone since you only knew your best friend otherwise.

You finally arrived and you immediately went over to give her a hug, Jeongin standing awkwardly beside you both.

“Happy birthday” he handed her the present to which she thanked him politely and continued to talk to you.

Jeongin, by this point, felt like the third wheel and he hated it. He just wanted you to talk to him but he knew you two had a lot catch up on so he stayed quiet. About 2 hours had passed and he’d mingled with all the strangers in her house. He finally found you, still with your best friend. It killed him to not be with you, especially when he felt so lonely.

“I think I’m gonna go home y/n, you clearly don’t need me here” he spoke, interrupting your conversation. “I hope you have a good birthday” and with that, he left without hearing your response.

(I’m soft for one (1) man and one (1) gif set)

Gifs aren’t mine

[vitanes]

say it’s okay when it’s not

chapter 12: the beginning of the search

Lucas confronts his feelings about what Daphne has done, finds new resolve and reaches interesting gay conclusions. 

(a/n: does anyone remember this fic. i only have 4 exams left. the next chapter will be up in 2 weeks and after that we go back to the regular updates!)

“What?”

Lucas feels his knees giving out under him and he takes a step away from Daphne. She uselessly reaches a hand towards him but refrains from touching him when Lucas flinches away.

It feels like his whole world is crumbling down. Lucas is running out of breath, his skin feels itchy and hot, too hot.

“It was you? All those months?” he asks, his voice breaking. His eyes meet Daphne’s and there’s so much guilt in her gaze Lucas could drown. He gasps.

“No,” she claims, her whole face scrunched up. “I only took the pictures. I forgot about them until they were leaked. I swear I wasn’t blackmailing you,” she says, her voice thick with emotions. She stomps for emphasis.

“Someone made you do this? Why would you–“

Daphne cuts in.

“I was drunk and I saw you. I wasn’t thinking, I just snapped the pictures. I have no idea how they got out. Please, believe me. I wouldn’t do something like that to you,” she pleads, desperation clear in her voice. “Someone must have taken hold of my phone. I was so wasted that night.”

Lucas swallows the lump that has formed in his throat. “Why should I believe you?” he asks coldly. He knows that Daphne couldn’t have possibly stopped everything that has happened by telling him, but she had no right in taking those pictures. Essentially, if she hadn’t, this whole mess wouldn’t have happened.

“I may not be the best person but I wouldn’t blackmail someone,” she replies.

“But you took the pictures, no?” That shuts her up quickly. She has no answer to that, can only look at Lucas, hoping that he will forgive her. Tough luck because his ribs are still aching and he can’t stop waking up from nightmares. He isn’t in the best mood to forgive. Not for something like that. “You just want me to pat you on the back, say it’s not your fault, but the person’s who stole the pictures. But it is your fault. And you didn’t even tell me shit. I don’t hate you, Daphne, but I don’t like you very much either,” he spits out, his hands trembling. He can’t keep looking at her, he simply can’t or he will explode even more than he already has.

Lucas doesn’t let her say anything else, too tired of her shit and shakily walks out of the room. He has no idea what to do now. Should he tell someone? Keep it to himself? It’s too much, too fucking much to handle now. He wishes that she had at least said something useful instead of only making it worse. For example, that she had known who exactly stole the pictures.

Fuck.

He kicks a nearby wall and curses under his breath.

***

After his confrontation with Daphne, he’s got a couple of texts from her, all of them consisting of varying I’m sorry’s and what can I do’s. Lucas has left them unanswered, too pissed off to think of something better than a fuck off. He’s also got some worried messages from his other friends, asking about where the hell he’s disappeared – after all he skipped on the last two lessons. Lucas reassured them that everything is okay, but hasn’t provided any further explanation. He doesn’t want to say it. Not yet. As much as he’s angry at Daphne, he isn’t sure he wants to be the cause of their group splitting. Just because she’s done him dirty, doesn’t mean he’s an asshole, too.

At the same time, though, it’s hard to keep it in. That’s why he asks Eliott to hang out on Saturday. Eliott knows Daphne for the shortest time and for some reason it just feels right to confide in him. Lucas knows his go-to should be Yann and he is, but there’s something that tells Lucas things would blow up after that. Or maybe he simply wants to go to Eliott. No reason needed. Sometimes he isn’t quite sure there’s any logic behind his actions.

The moment he sees Eliott, he feels lighter. Eliott sends his way a wide grin while he’s approaching the bench Lucas is sitting on and then he plops down next to him.

“So what’s up?” Eliott asks, giving Lucas a look. Lucas huffs.

“Does something need to be up for me to ask you to hang out?” Lucas replies and hopes that the answer is no, that Eliott doesn’t think he’s convenient only when he’s needed. That’s not true at all.

“No, but you know, considering you disappeared on us it’s safe to assume that something happened,” Eliott says, knocking his elbow into Lucas’, as if sensing his insecurities.

Lucas sighs and licks his bottom lip before speaking, “Daphne took pictures of me and that guy.”

He can feel Eliott tense next to him and he glances at him. First, he looks confused as hell, his eyebrows furrowed but then another emotion takes over his face. Lucas perfectly knows this one. It’s anger.

Eliott lets out a bitter laugh. “Quite a bomb you just dropped on me. I wouldn’t expect her to do something like that.”

Lucas snorts. Well, Daphne being drunk and not respecting people’s privacy isn’t that uncommon. She’s tactless. “For some fucking reason, she wanted to have photos of me kissing a boy. And never said a thing. She wasn’t the one to blackmail me, but it’s still fucked up, isn’t it?” Lucas asks, trying to hide his uncertainty. What if Eliott says he’s blowing things out of proportion? He needs a confirmation that he was rightfully mad at Daphne.

“Yeah. Like, even if you were out and proud she wouldn’t have the right to do that unless you gave her permission. Let alone in this situation,” Eliott says and there are still traces of disbelief in his voice.

“And she’s never even told me a thing. It took someone beating me up for her to come clean,” Lucas mumbles, carding his fingers through his hair. Other than anger, he feels utter disappointment.  No matter how unbearable Daphne tends to be, he still considered her a friend. “And so I didn’t want to face anyone yesterday. No guys and God forbid, any of the girls. How can I go and tell them our dear friend fucked me over? I still don’t want to,” he admits quietly, his fingers toying with the hem of his jacket.

“Why did you decide to tell me?” Eliott asks and Lucas looks up at him. The apples of Eliott’s cheeks are tinted pink. It’s a little chilly today, that must be the reason. Lucas’ fingers flex when a stray strand of hair falls into Eliott’s eyes.

“You’re different,” Lucas says, his voice raspy.

Eliott turns towards him and their eyes meet. There’s something bashful in his gaze. “How so?”

Lucas gulps, feeling like they stepped off the track, into another territory. Far away from the topic of the earlier conversation.

Lucas tries to feign nonchalance and shrugs. He can’t really name it. “I don’t know,” he simply says.

Eliott’s thigh pressing against his feels warm.

***

The thing is, Lucas has wanted to find out who the blackmailer was ever since he got the first text. He’s spent hours upon hours wondering who can have a personal vendetta against him. Who would go this far just to destroy him? But the shit kept piling up on his plate, there were no hints indicating who it could be and he’d have developed paranoia than found the culprit. So he stopped. But what Daphne has told him, awoke in him the need for search once again.

He knows it’s not someone who actively took the pictures, but stumbled across them on Daphne’s phone. Someone who had access to her phone, even if for a moment. Which isn’t a lot but still more than Lucas has ever had on this person.

There’s also one more thing that has been bothering Lucas. If it’s not personal, did this person contact the guy he kissed, too? If so, does he know something more?

Lucas knows these leads are too vague and shitty, but he isn’t a professional investigator, but a sixteen-year-old desperately wanting to know the truth.

Considering Lucas met the guy at two different parties, he connects the dots and reaches the conclusion that there is no way none of his friends wouldn’t have him somewhere on their social media.

He spends around two hours tracing the guy and jumps through at least two different social media platforms, but eventually, he manages it. God, if only he had had the same resolve after their make-out session. He could have a boyfriend now.

Lucas scrolls through a couple of the boy’s pictures, just to make sure it’s him. Thank God he met him twice. He wouldn’t be able to recognise him from the memory of his lips only. Lucas was drunk and there wasn’t a lot of light. The second time definitely got engraved in his mind, though. Also, the boy is cute. Lucas can see why he wanted to kiss him. But he isn’t sure it was worth all the mess that followed.

He feels weird, typing out the message. He doesn’t know the dude and their last encounter was less than pleasant. He can only hope the guy doesn’t hold grudges.

Then, right before sending the text, Lucas realises that this boy may not even remember him and is filled with a sudden wave of embarrassment. Maybe he shouldn’t bother?

Lucas shakes his head. This may be a lead to the blackmailer.

Hey, I don’t know if you remember but we made out at a party once. Ik its weird reaching out to you dw no hidden motives but I was blackmailed and outed bc someone took pics of us kissing. I just wanted to ask if they tried to get to you too

Lucas hits send and lets out a heavy sigh, his heart hammering in his chest. He thinks he managed to sound okay. He made it clear that he didn’t stalk the guy he once kissed but had important business. Now, the hope lays in the possibility that this boy isn’t a complete jerk.

He keeps staring at the nearly empty chat for a few minutes, hoping to get the reply soon. Anticipating it strongly. But by the time around five minutes have passed, his nerves have calmed down and there’s still no answer, he deflates. Maybe the guy isn’t online. Lucas should occupy himself with something else. He can’t just keep glaring at his phone.

Lucas does the unexpected and busies himself with homework, groaning loudly when he realises just how far behind he is. After trying – and failing – he moves onto other tasks. He gathers his laundry, cleans up his room and goes to the living room where Lisa is napping and Mika is watching something on the TV. Lucas is glad Manon isn’t there because he still hasn’t figured out how to act around the girls with the Daphne issue.

Lucas tries to get into whatever is on the TV to no avail. He’s too distracted. Mika keeps sending him annoyed looks when he notices just how jittery Lucas is.

“Just what exactly has got into you?” he asks after Lucas can’t keep still for one minute.

“I’m waiting,” he says vaguely, sending Mika an apologetic smile. Mika raises one of his eyebrows and his eyes fall on Lucas’ hands that he entwined to stop them from moving.

“Something good?”

“We’ll see,” Lucas replies and stands up. He deliberately left his phone back in his bedroom as not to check it every few seconds and now he regrets it. Mika doesn’t say anything to him, only watches him with curiosity.

Lucas is glad, it’d be hard to explain what is going on.

Much to his disappointment, there isn’t any notification from the guy and the message still hasn’t been read. Lucas pouts and goes to the kitchen to eat something.

After that, he still manages to do a few things that keep him occupied. By the time it’s evening, he’s already lost all the hope and is watching videos on YouTube when his phone vibrates with the new notification.

He jumps in place and clicks on the communicate so hard it’s a miracle he hasn’t left a dent in the screen.

hey hey yeah I remember I remember everyone who rejected me jksfjds but no no one has texted me man that sucks. are you okay?

Lucas purses his lips into a thin, tight line. It’s hard to hide his disappointment. Why was only he targeted by the blackmailer? Maybe because his face was the most visible in the pictures, but still. Could it be that the blackmailer knows him, but not the boy he kissed? So maybe it was personal. After all, they had Lucas’ number. Unless they stole that from Daphne, too.

He clicks his tongue, rereading the reply. He blushes, yes, he did reject him. It was out of fear, but the fact stands – a boy wanted to kiss him again and Lucas said no. They are basically strangers but Lucas still wants to apologise for that. Considering the boy’s question, should he be honest? Or brush it off and say it’s fine?

Sorry for rejecting you I wasn’t in the best place then Ugh so I guess I’m out of leads again altho I’m glad I was the only one targeted I’m getting better but had some troubles

Lucas figures out that reply is okay. He isn’t pouring his heart out, but isn’t exactly pretending nothing has happened. They talk for a little while and Lucas thinks, it’s nice. The guy tells him that if Lucas ever needs something he can hit him up and despite the fact that Lucas hasn’t got much that would help him with the blackmailer, he doesn’t feel that defeated. Quite the contrary, there is a lot of resolve in him.

He will find out who ruined his life, one way or another.

***

“Hi, mom. How is it going?” Lucas asks, toeing his shoes off. He nods at Mika as he’s crossing the distance to his room and is met with a grin.

“Everything’s fine, but my neighbour. Oh, God. She’s so obnoxious and keeps singing opera. I can’t stand her,” his mom complains, heaving out a loud sigh. Lucas snorts as he enters his bedroom and goes straight for his bed.

“Have you tried asking her to tone it down?” he suggests, staring at his ceiling.

The school was hard today. He had a test he was pretty much unprepared for and the problem with Daphne has been gnawing at him all the time. He still isn’t sure whether he should let the others know.  Isn’t that an issue between the two of them? Besides, if he makes this fact known, people will start picking sides. He isn’t that worried about the boys, but the girls? They will be divided. And hanging out together will become troublesome. God, at this point Lucas regrets she’s even told him.

“Are you there?”

Lucas snaps out of his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’m listening,” he blurts out.

“Then what was I saying just now?”

Lucas opens his mouth to reply, searching his brain for an answer but comes up blank. “Okay, I lost it.” His mom huffs.

“I said that yes, I did ask her but she said it helps in her therapy.”

“That’s… unfortunate,” Lucas says dumbly.

“Okay, I can hear you thinking all the way from there. What’s on your mind?”

Lucas sits up abruptly. “Let’s say you get caught kissing a boy by someone and they blackmail you for months and then out you. You’re in a big, supportive friend group. Then, one of the girls comes to you and tells you she snapped the pictures that were later used to give you hell. Do you tell the rest?” Lucas says all in one breath.

His mom hums thoughtfully. “Oddly specific,” she states sarcastically and makes Lucas chuckle. “Does no one else know?”

“I told Eliott because I couldn’t deal with it alone,” Lucas says. He still isn’t sure why exactly he chose Eliott and not Yann. He kind of feels like he betrayed his best friend. Maybe he should at least tell him?

“You two have sure grown close. Didn’t you start off as enemies?” she asks, not really answering Lucas’ question. He falls back on his pillow and puts his forearm over his eyes.

“It was me being a jealous prick and him trying to become my friend. I’ve matured,” Lucas declares. He can’t really tell his mom they smoke weed together and that’s how Lucas’ animosity died down. “So what would you do?”

“It’s a tough situation. In the ideal scenario, she would come clean by herself. Own up to her mistakes. But I suppose it’s not happening?”

“I doubt it.”

“If not telling bothers you this much, you should let the closest people know. It’ll take some weight off your shoulders.”

“I thought you’d tell me something about how I should forgive her because Jesus said so,” Lucas jokes. He knows he shouldn’t mix his mom’s religious beliefs up with this but he can’t help it. It’s what he’s used to.

“Well, forgiveness should happen only if you really forgive someone and I don’t think you feel like doing it. She caused you so much pain, even if indirectly. Sometimes, you should be allowed not to forgive,” his mom says quietly and Lucas wonders if she’s ever forgiven his father. If she struggles with it because she is supposed to forgive, but everything bad that’s ever happened overshadows it. “I love God and Jesus, but sometimes I disagree. I’m only human and can’t forgive every single person. Neither should you,” she adds after a minute or two.

Yeah, Lucas doesn’t think he could do it even if he wanted to. That wound runs too deep.

“Thank you, mom,” he says, clutching the phone in his palm.

“I hope it helped a bit.”

“It did.” He smiles under his nose and drags a hand down his face. “Ah,” he perks up, “I’ve decided to go to the police. About the beating up. But I’ll need an adult. Will you go with me?” he asks. Lucas hopes his mom will agree, otherwise he’d have to ask his father and it’s the last thing he wants to do. It took him a lot to even make this decision.

Arthur was delighted when Lucas told him about it and promised to go with him. Lucas still isn’t sure about it, but he thinks that if he doesn’t stand up now, he never will. He’s also going to ask whether the blackmail thing could be reported as well – after all, he’s got the whole proof of the crime, just not the criminal.

“Of course, Lucas. Just let me know when.”

“Friday? I’ll send you more details later.”

“Okay.”

***

Lucas is scribbling down an answer when a certain thought comes to his mind. He steals a glance at Imane. She seems very engrossed in the task, as should he. Too bad he’s going to interrupt her.

He taps her with his pencil and her eyes shoot up to his face, her expression exasperated.

“Yes?”

Lucas scratches the sides of his neck with the end of his pencil, trying to find the correct words. “I know it’s hard to remember but have you ever been at a party and Daphne was really fucking wasted?” he asks, realising halfway through just how dumb he sounds. He doesn’t want to tell Imane the truth per se, but he has the subtlety of an elephant and he isn’t sure whether he’s able to pull it off without letting anything slip out.

“Literally every single party since I’ve known her,” Imane deadpans.

“The party right before you all started working on the common room and we became partners?” He hopes that will ring the bell. Lucas doesn’t even know if Imane was at that party, but it’s safe to assume that since Daphne was, Imane could have been as well.

She frowns and tilts her head to the side. “What about it?”

“Do you remember anything?” he asks, hoping his tone masks his emotions well.

“Not really? Not anything specific. Why?”

“It was the party the pictures were taken at. I guess the blackmailer was present,” Lucas explains, resigned and goes back to his exercise. If he doesn’t want to go into any more details, he should stop there. Imane has a way of figuring things out.

“And it’s connected to Daphne? How?” Yup, there it is.

Lucas sighs. “Drop it,” he mutters. He thought that if something remarkable had happened then, involving someone else, then he’d have a lead. He needs to narrow down the suspects, otherwise he can as well accuse the entirety of Paris.

Lucas is aware his search is long postponed, that he should have done it when everything was much fresher, but the thing is, sometimes he lacks rational thinking. Back then he was also really fucking terrified and was on the verge of becoming paranoid. As of now, he’s able to reflect on things with a clear mind.

“Lucas,” Imane starts warningly and Lucas looks towards her once again. There’s concern in her eyes and that’s the last thing he wanted to cause. She has already spent enough time worrying about him, there is no need in adding up more of it.

“Doesn’t matter. Really,” he assures her, putting on a smile.

“You can’t just start something and then not tell me. What did Daphne do?” Imane asks, scowling at him.

“Quiet. You’re supposed to be doing your exercises, not chatting up your partner. There are breaks for that,” the teacher butts in and Lucas nods vigorously, going back to his notebook. He was saved this time. Small mercies, even if the expression on Imane’s face he can see out of the corner of his eye is telling him they’re not finished.

Imane’s next words only confirm it. “When this class is over, we’re talking.”

Unfortunate because as soon as the bell rings, Lucas is out of the classroom so quickly it’s a miracle he doesn’t trip over his own feet.

***

Eliott has hands. That’s an observation Lucas makes watching Eliott play with a rubber band during lunch on Thursday. Eliott is doing it subconsciously, while he is talking with the rest. His movements are swift. He’s already finished his meal and Lucas has no clue where the rubber band came from, but he’s fascinated by the fingers stretching it out or twirling it around.

Lucas isn’t eating anymore, just idly dragging his fork around the remnants on his plate. He’s got his head propped up on his palm and every once in a while he lets out a sigh.

Eliott has hands and Lucas would know since he touched them on countless occasions. More than once he held them in his own. How come has he never paid much attention, though? The fingers are slender and Eliott’s nails seem pristine. From only looking, one could assume they are rough and calloused, but Lucas remembers clearly that’s not the case. They are soft and gentle.

Big, too.

Lucas sighs again and reaches out for his soda. He takes a sip and from the corner of his eye notices Arthur watching him. Lucas glances at him and arches an eyebrow but Arthur only shakes his head and waves him away. Lucas shrugs and places his drink back on the table. His eyes jump back to Eliott. He’s stopped fiddling with the rubber band. It’s around his left wrist now. His fingers are tapping on the table.

Tap, tap.

Lucas’ eyes slide up and pause at Eliott’s throat. Its muscles are moving as Eliott keeps talking and laughing. Lucas gulps and lets his eyes wander higher, right to Eliott’s lips.

Eliott’s got pretty lips. This makes Lucas remember a certain embarrassing dream he pushed very deep into the back of his mind and he takes his eyes off Eliott’s lips just as quickly as they settled there. It seems like entering into dangerous territory. Better not feed Lucas’ imagination with any imageries.

He ends up on Eliott’s eyes and finds them looking right back at him.

Lucas sits up straighter, feeling his whole body flush with warmth.

Eliott smiles at him and Lucas, trying to play it cool, grins back. He’s just been caught red-handed staring at Eliott. Lucas wants to die.

He keeps his grin for the few seconds that Eliott’s gaze stays on him and right after Eliott moves his attention to Basile, Lucas’ expression drops and it takes all of his willpower not to hide his face in his hands.

What the fuck. He must be so red. He knows he is, he can feel his cheeks burning. His heart beating rapidly in his chest isn’t helping either. God.

“So we need to take care of that mural,” Basile says and Lucas thanks heavens there is something to ground him so he won’t lose his shit. He can’t freak out if he has to take part in a civil conversation, right?

“Do we?” Eliott asks and every single one of them looks at him with confusion. His shoulders draw up.

“Weren’t you the one who was the most excited about it?” Arthur raises an eyebrow at Eliott.

“People change,” Eliott says matter-of-factly. “Why even bother?”

“You know, it’s the common room. Unity, friendship, respect. Daphne really cares about it,” Yann replies, shrugging.

Eliott clicks his tongue. “Oh, yeah, because Daphne is all about friendship and respect,” he lets out bitterly.

Eliott is still pissed off on Lucas’ behalf. For some reason it makes Lucas’ heart flutter.

“Um, did something happen?” Yann asks, frowning.

Eliott briefly glances up at Lucas before moving his gaze to some neutral area. “I just don’t really care much about what’s important to Daphne, that’s all.”

Lucas could kiss him right now.

(Platonically, of course.)

“Dude, what happened? Didn’t you have so many ideas for it?” Basile chimes in.

“I still like this whole concept. Just not Daphne,” Eliott replies calmly. It’s apparent that the guys have no idea what to think about Eliott’s behaviour. He doesn’t show animosity towards anyone, he was the nicest guy even when Lucas acted like a dick towards him. No wonder the boys are this shocked, especially since Eliott got really involved in this thing.

“But did she do something? I know Daphne can be a lot but why be this harsh?” Arthur asks and Yann nods while Basile lets out a ‘yeah’.

Eliott seems uncomfortable and he fidgets in his seat. He doesn’t look like he wants to take his words back, but his pose screams anxious. He isn’t even making any eye-contact with them. Lucas curls his hand into a fist.

“Daphne took the pictures that the blackmailer used against me,” Lucas says and sees how the tension seeps off Eliott in an instant. He was fighting for Lucas’ sake and probably didn’t expect Lucas to say anything, but Lucas couldn’t leave him alone.

“No way,” Basile says after a few beats of awkward silence.

“You’re shitting us, right?” Arthur adds, his tone baffled.

Lucas shakes his head. “I wish. She told me last Friday,” Lucas mutters and looks towards Yann. The realisation flashes across his face and he nods. He must remember the exact moment Daphne asked Lucas to stay. “She didn’t blackmail me, but still. If not for her, I wouldn’t be in this shit. I only told Eliott, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make things worse for her by telling anyone else so,” he explains weakly and looks over their faces.

“No wonder Eliott was this angry,” Basile comments and Lucas bites down on his bottom lip.

Eliott is the only one he initially told about it and then Eliott showed his solidarity without letting anything on to the boys. Lucas wonders how it all looks to them. He hopes they don’t feel like he doesn’t trust them.

Arthur groans and threads his fingers through his hair. “That situation is fucked up. And we still promised to paint that damn mural to the girls. Fuck.”

“At this point, I don’t want to have anything to do with Daphne either,” Yann says, displeasure painted all over his face.

Yeah, they’ll have to work around it somehow.

***

Lucas is dreading the last bell on Friday, but when it does ring and he gets out of the classroom to see Arthur waiting for him, his nerves calm down, if only a little. He decided it was his and Arthur’s thing to do, kind of symbolic to their bond, and so the other guys simply told them to let them know how it goes.

The case is known to the police but Lucas will still have to talk about everything that happened, revisit painful memories and he’s so scared. He feels like he’s seven again and the fact his mom will be there is the only thing that makes him step forward.

Arthur keeps brushing Lucas’ arm every now and then and Lucas figures out it’s his way of showing support without words. Lucas is glad since he isn’t sure anything verbal would help him at the moment anyway.

“Hey, I have a question. You don’t have to say anything, though it’ll be an answer in itself,” Arthur says suddenly and Lucas frowns at him.

“Yeah?” Lucas’ palms get even clammier than they’ve been before.

“Do you have a crush on Eliott? Or like, are you guys together?” Arthur asks, his cheeks getting pink.

Lucas misses a step but recovers quickly and continues walking. “No? Why are you asking?” For him, that question doesn’t make sense. Eliott is the one crushing.

Arthur chuckles and shrugs one of his shoulders. “It would explain a lot. Like, I don’t know, I was just thinking that you hating him back then might have been some sort of pulling at his ponytails thing. Like middle schoolers do. And you are so close now. You even tell him things before us. Besides, I saw you staring at him a lot. So it got me thinking. I guess I was wrong, yeah?” he asks, stealing a glance at Lucas. He looks embarrassed now. To the point, he probably can’t see the bewilderment on Lucas’ face.

God, Arthur noticed Lucas staring at Eliott. Way to go, Lucas, way to go.

Lucas lets out a nervous chuckle and shakes his head. “We just get along, that’s all,” he says, gazing at the pavement.

“I see. Sorry for jumping to conclusions. I suppose my disillusioned ass just sees things it wants to see,” Arthur jokes.

“Why would you want to see me and Eliott together?” Lucas asks and realises too late that it’s a bad question. Something deep inside Lucas tells him that he shouldn’t want to know the answer.

“It’s not about you two, but like, I’m gay so I want to see some gay love, you get me? And I think you two could be cute together. Sorry if it sounds weird. I just thought I saw something that wasn’t there,” he says, sending Lucas an apologetic smile. “Anyways, we’ve arrived,” he adds, abandoning the topic and nods straight ahead.

Indeed, Lucas can see the police station and the silhouette of his mom standing by the entrance.

Lucas clenches his jaw. He can do it.

[cleaduvalls]

i watched all 20 episodes of spy kids: mission critical in about a week and here are my thoughts (3/5)

1.9

i havent watched this in like 2 days i dont even remember what happened last time

why is everything in the desert the desert sucks

alsjhiajgdf i love tom kenny

listen i know hes like a superandroid or whatever but i really hope he and therese fall in love

wait hold up. i thought they already had midterms???? like the did that before scorpion went to her fashion shoot. AND they were kupkakkes midterms. whats up with this school

no drinking in class???? rude. let them hydrate

that seems imbalanced

aHh

thats only like 10

also that book is dummy thicc

its ok ace my nose whistles too

shut up carmen youre just jealous because shes pretty

there are no seasons its a desert

ok dude stop breathing so hard

he JUST said that

anywhere between an hour and umm... 11 months

you put it on one page why are all the pages back

me but with physics

thats literally the best line in the whole series

juni how do you not know that you were at a safe H O U S E

theyve been gone for like 2 hours are they not allowed to study?????

what even is AWOL???

absent without leave. neat

talon gives off some big draco energy

tick tock???? how dare you

slkdhfa she called sir awesome honey shes such a mom

dont make it obvious

oh look they made it obvious

roll credits

i was in cleveland when i watched this episode - well actually i left that day - and i was s h o o k e t h

also hes right. no spy would be in cleveland. theres 3 buildings

oh me too

right bc shes the only “I.A.”

ew

eW

this isnt HARRY POTTER. or maybe it is. talon is a hardcore draco

oh right bc swearing is for Men™

update tumblr decided to break AGAIN (im boutta cry btw) so we lost about 5 minutes from the end of 1.9 and 7 from the beginning of 1.10

1.10

its a DOORBELL do they not have those in the outback steakhouse

lots of people. doofenshmirtz, other people who i cant think of right now, etc

???? no it wont????

did your troop leader not give you The Talk??? you NEVER go in the customers house

ace no. youre allowed to not buy treats

theres a triforce on her vest, too

shes just gonna go to another house yall. shell be f i n e

oh my God shes holding hands with mauly im gonna c r y

yeah its called saliva

nope only scorpion lives in a castle

stop bringing up spy sense and tell him you saw her glare at you

HES ALLOWED TO LIKE FOOD

how do you know that he doesnt have his phone if YOU dont know where it is and HE cant tell you

i love how she says "floor. ceiling. more thumb"

haha i found the birth of venus

oh and the creation of adam

hes like squidward, which would make sense bc goldies voiced by tom kenny who voices spongebob

"sebastian oliver" "shadow operative" S.O. nice

why do you have a trailblazers badge. youre 4. i didnt get one til i was a cadette

also sebastian???? isnt that the toymakers first name????? you cant have 2 sebastians

also why do you have braces. youre still 4

"SIR MEANIE FACE" IF SOMEONE SAID THAT TO ME ID BE D E V A S T A T E D

SCORPION LET HER CRY SHES F O U R

so really, spy sense DID help

oooooh, sentry duty, thats gotta hurt

WHAT THE H E C K YOURE F O U R

she looks like frickin plushtrap

aCE NO YOURW GONNA D I E

oh trust me they hurt me more than you know

dude theyre so thin youre f i n e

eh, still worked

clicking her teeth together so hard must H U R T

i think she can get out of there. also shes concussed now

why was that so quiet. why did it get louder

thats not a y shape

no, they spy kids

oh shiitake mushrooms thats what THEY said

whenever they say pinnoquinoxx i always think of pinnochio

ahdhhsjak i miss pizza parties 😔

well now we ALL expect it

also, no one????? pick a cooler code name. your regular name was cool and now youve ruined it

2.1

oh theres finally a skip intro option. im not taking it

stop saying that its weird

EWWWWWW CRUSTY THATS SO G R O S S

haha shes shopping w the goon. love that

oh yeah i didnt get to tell yall yet but i absolutely h a t e gablet

a lot of people, juni

listen i know a jt (but he doesnt go by jt) and uhhhhhhh were not gonna go there

why are you happy. what about second semester makes you so happy

boi thats a tardis

the design on his hoverboard looks like the aperture science logo

i paused to read the Floops label and it says "fried corn and sugar loop shaped breakfast substitute, net wt. 13 oz" ITS NOT EVEN A CEREAL ITS A BREAKFAST SUBSTITUTE IM C R Y I N G

listen i know hes technically scorpions dad but i dont think he can legally be in the dorm rooms

aww, thats sweet

i dont think gablet has an attached printer

gablet always sounds like shes mocking people

oh dear God its dolores umbridge

haha nerd

awesome no im gonna die

whenever carmen yells she sounds like link

ok so i didnt find a reason why she sounds like link but i DID find that theyre making a wherea waldo tv series so uhhhh thats fun

why does the cat have a bandaid

GABLET S T O P

OH!!!!!! ON THE WALL!!!!!!! ITS THE TUMBLR POST WITH THE FORK AND KNIFE ETIQUETTE PICTURE!!!!! YOU KNOW THE ONE!!!!!

oh no fart jokes

its even the basic fart sound effect

BAHAHAH MY PHONE VIBRATED AT THE SAME TIME HE FARTED THAT WAS WEIRD

oh no i hate him

stop SLURPING

uh yeah???? you heard them yelling about it

how??? does that work??? you cant just like catch electricity in a cup.... can you???? i havent studied it since 4th grade

oh worm??

goldies such a boomer

worm??

psi shouldnt be at the drawing board right now. he also shouldnt be confused

what happened to the lasers

wait nvm we havent gotten to that episode yet

ace is valid, dark is Scary

im gonna punch gablet in the face

that doesnt sound realistic

do you not have stairs??????

dont you mean inside AND out??

that flashlight did NOTHING

how did it die so fast?????

who else would you be talking to??

isnt that bowser from the mario movie we dont speak of??

i havent gotten a chance to tell yall but i absolutely love clemp. hes such a mood

hes the greatest spy

does it use a mini transmooker???? ig it doesnt bc gablet works but thatd be lit

SEE SHES IMMORTAL

me when i see something interesting

ME WHEN IM NOT ON MY PHONE

i dont think you can legally say that

you killed her

me

wow nice promo

also just???? bring a charger????? like youre the tech girl why do you not have one at all times

how?????? did you go so fast

machete electric bubbles??? nice

just task manager him

mother of all boards sounds like it could be a cuss...mother of all fuckers

also throwback to 1.7 when she says "his ai firewalled his motherboard" i keep expecting her to say "his ai firewalled this motherfucker"

yes i said keep ive watched that episode too many times to count

worm??

why did you giggle and make a flirty pose. are yall supposed to get together???

did you????? kill him????????? holy shit

2.2

thats what my dad does. he loves hospital corners

idc what it is you have a bazooka

ok if it was a spider id get it, australia has some deadly ones, but does it have deadly ants too???? like is that a Thing????

also ants in your room are gross

was that just a cameo??? i dont remember what happens in this one

haha because he said grapevines and wine has dregs and wine is made of grapes

for the boys??? thats so cute

listen idc how evil you are EVERYONE should cry over otters

so one of the parents has a sister or sister in law named roxanna..... hmmm.......

if you dont use your turn signal h*ck u

hes gonna D I E

i just looked at my shoe and i think theres blood on it???? what the h*ck

suspicious??? about.... what???? having fears???? not being perfect?????

juni that was awful wording

JUNI WHAT DID YOU D O TO HIM

like i know what he DID but the way it plays out makes it seem like something significant

i thought his name was heavy meddle not.... deth metal???? thats how the subtitles spell it

hahah me

he sounds like bling bling boy

yeah ik im a fool thanks for reminding me

what are you gonna do??? kill juni????

POOR WORD CHOICE JUNI

oh he gives exactly 0 h*cks

a shoe doesnt make that sound

crack bugs?????

see thats why you dont mess with things

im a god among boys??????? what????

did you... kill them????????????

thats any australian person

theyre so stupid i love them

good i hate her

i thought the gunk just like... disappeared from the guitar but actually it shot off

he died... 😔

uhh.... yeah????? was it not obvious?????

me when i have 5 dollars

[must-be-brooklyn]

javid on a date? but they keep getting interrupted by their stupid newsie children :p

Honestly, this would 100% happen, probably on every date they’ve ever had 

Ship: Javid

Words: 3.2k

Era: Modern, university au

Okay, so! This kind of ended up being a bit longer than I planned on and also probably quite different to how you might have imagined it - so, I hope it’s okay at least! 

Also! Sorry it took so long to fill this! I’m afriad I got quite busy...

An Anthology of Annoying Newsies Interrupting Jack and David’s Date

Part 1, Les

“But why?” Les moaned loudly and threw his hands down by his side like a stroppy child. “I don’t want to stay here with Sarah! She’s gonna make me cook more Hamantaschen and we already did that all of yesterday!” He threw one last, desperate glare at David. “Please, it’s not even near Purim!”

David sighed and put his hands on his hips, feeling exactly like his mother. “Jack and I have a date. No, you cannot come. Anyway, Sarah makes pretty good Hamantaschen.”

Fixing him with an utterly betrayed look, Les scowled. “No, she really doesn’t.”

“Well, you can help her get better then,” David said. He turned away from Les, toward the front door to pull on a pair of shoes.

Les huffed as he followed him. “Please, take me with you!”

David turned very slowly to face Les and gave him look that he hoped said everything. “You are not coming on my date.”

“Ugh! Fine!” Les stomped away, making each step as loud as possible and slamming every day he passed. At times like these, David suddenly remembered exactly why he did not come home from university except for on breaks. Teenage mood swings.

Part 2, Specs

Jack’s hand was wrapped tightly around David’s and their arms swung between them as they walked down the trail in the path. The light filtered through leaves of the trees, creating a pretty, dappled effect that was almost worthy of breaking the spell of silence on David’s Instagram.

“I’m so glad it’s holidays,” Jack sighed. He squeezed David’s hand tightly. “It sucks not seeing you during term time.”

David laughed lightly. “It could’ve been worse,” he said, “At least we have video messengers now.”

Rolling his eyes, Jack paused for a second and looked at David carefully, as if he was studying every single freckle on his face. “Don’t mean I don’t miss you.”

“I missed you, too,” David said, mouth twitching up into a smile, “But assuming we don’t fail our courses, we’ll graduate in a few months, and then who knows what’ll happen. Let’s just make the most of the time we have now.”

Jack nodded as he grinned. “Suppose so. Includin’ this date. You’re still up for coffee?”

“When am I ever not up for coffee?” David laughed, even though it wasn’t very funny.

Jack’s eyes only grew warmer, though. “Well, yeah, that was a bit of a stupid question.” He started walking, holding onto David’s hand a little more tightly.

“Hey! Jack! Davey!”

David stopped again, looking around where they stood, searching for the source of the voice. Then, his eyes locked onto a familiar figure with a lithe frame and large glasses that he somehow managed to pull off perfectly.

“Specs?” Jack said, sounding somewhere between shocked and confused as he turned towards him. “What’re you doin’ here?”

Specs shrugged. “Just going for a run. I’m back from college for a few weeks.” He gestured to both of them. “What’re you doin’ here, though? I thought you’d both be overtime at this point studyin’ for your exams or something.”

Jack raised their intertwined hands. “Date.”

“Oh…” Spec’s face flushed. “That’s, uh, cool. Still going strong then?” He frowned slightly and backtracked quickly. “I mean, obviously you are. I’ll leave you to it!”

David smiled at him. “It’s nice to see you again. Maybe we could catch up sometime before we all go back to college next term?”

Relaxing slightly, Specs smiled back at him. “Yeah, that’d be good. Me and Romeo were talking about organising a catch up for our old club sometime. Maybe we could do that these holidays?”

“That’d be cool,” David agreed. “Talk later, though?”

Specs nodded. “Yeah, bye. I’ll text you.” He jogged away from them, waving as he went.

Turning to each other and exchanging a look, Jack and David peeled off into giggles.

Part 3, Race

Their phones would not stop buzzing. That in itself was not so unusual; they were college students with busy lives. Notifications in themselves were not out of the ordinary. As they sat down in the park with disposable coffee cups in the hands, though, the text messages kept pinging in synchrony.

David gave Jack a sideward look as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Even as he scanned down the screen, more text messages kept appearing. All of them were in a variety of barely discernible text-talk, emojis and a lot of capital letters. They were also all from –

“Race,” David said, showing his phone to Jack.

Jack groaned. “Of course it is. Mute him.”

“Jack!” David exclaimed. Nonetheless, he pulled his phone out and muted the new chat that Race had created. “He’ll probably just start another one in a bit if we don’t reply to him,” he said as he did so.

Shrugging, Jack did the same on his own phone. “It’s his problem he’s interrupting us.”

“He won’t see if that way.”

Jack laughed as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and moved a little closer to David. “Well, we’ll deal with that later. For now, I just wanna get back to where we were.” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re disgusting!” David exclaimed, unable to hold back a smile, “We’re in the middle of the park!”

Part 4, Mike and Ike

Their coffees were almost finished and Jack had wrapped his arm around David’s shoulders in the overly confident way that he always did when they got to spend time together.

“Have you decided what you’re gonna do next year?” Jack asked.

David crossed his left leg over his right leg and wrapped his hands more tightly around his half-empty coffee cup. “I think I might do a teaching qualification…” He trailed off uncertainly. “But, I’ll need to get a scholarship or re-enrol for a bursary or something so that I can afford it.” He sighed and tapped his fingers restlessly. “Maybe not, though, I don’t know.”

“Like, become a teacher?”

Hesitantly, David nodded. “I love tutoring the kids on the weekend… So, I figure that maybe education would be an interesting job… I mean, I could teach history, or languages, or something like that.”

“You’d be an awesome teacher,” Jack said fondly. He turned to give David a peck on the cheek.

David bought his cup to his mouth and took a sip, humming under his breath. “What about you, then? Have you finalised anything?”

Jack opened his mouth to say something when he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. Freezing, he pivoted slowly until he came face to face with Ike, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

“Uh, hello?” Jack said slowly.

Mike appeared in front of them. “Which way is the exit?”

David went motionless, too. “The exit?” he repeated, sounding completely confused. “What do you mean?”

Ike walked around the bench to stand next to his twin. “Like he said. Quickest way to get to the upper east side?” He grinned but looked extremely sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head with a tense hand.

Pointing somewhere to the left of them, Jack spoke again. “Why’d you need to know?”

“Don’t know this park well enough,” Ike said with a careless shrug.

Mike nodded. “Yeah, we’s from the other side of town.”

David stared at them, not believing them for a second but reluctant to call them out on it. They had been born and bred in New York and knew every corner of Manhattan, as well as a definitely-above-average amount about the other districts.

“Well, we’s goin’, then,” Ike said. “See you later!” He pulled his twin away and they disappeared almost immediately down another path that David had not even noticed before.

Jack crossed his arms in front of him. “That was weird.”

“Someone put them up to it?” David said with an unenthusiastic laugh.

Jack shook his head, eyes still on the corner that they had disappeared around. “Knowin’ our luck? Probably.”

David tapped his fingernails on the carboard cup a few times, drilling some movement back into them. “So, your art, then? What were you saying?”

Part 5, Elmer

Unfortunately, even if the chat that Race had made had been put on silent, the rest of David’s phone’s notifications were still as loud as ever. That became very apparent when, in the middle of their conversation, they were once again disturbed by a phone call.

Rolling his eyes, David retrieved his phone and checked the caller.

“It’s Elmer,” he said hesitantly, “I probably shouldn’t miss it.”

Jack gestured for him to go ahead and focused his attention on the last dregs of coffee in his cup. They were cold by now, and particularly bitter in comparison to the rest of his drink. Nonetheless, he swilled them around a little until they collected and then downed them in one.

All the while, he half listened to David speaking quietly on the phone. It was all in Polish and he could not understand a word, so he drummed his fingers distractedly on his knees and waited for the call to end.

At the rate they were going, Jack was relatively sure that this date would turn out to be more about their friends than it was to do with them. He could not say he honestly had a problem with that – his friends were very important – but he wished that it did not all have to happen when he was trying to have a nice date with David.

It felt like an eternity had passed by the time David hung up.

“What was he callin’ about?” Jack asked.

David pulled a face. “There’s a Special Shabbat coming up soon and he wanted to know if he could do something with my family because his foster family isn’t Jewish, and he doesn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

Jack nodded slowly. “You’ll do that, then?”

“My parents would’ve invited him over, even if he hadn’t bought it up,” David said with a small smile. “He and Les get on really well, too, they’ll be happy.” He glanced back down at his phone and finally turned the whole device onto silent.

Jack watched him do it, smirking slightly. “You hopin’ that they won’t call no more?”

“I think they’d find ways around it even if I tried,” David sighed, pocketing his phone and picking up his coffee cup. Like Jack’s, it was empty. “D’you want to walk for a bit?”

Jack stood up, agreeing with David immediately. “We could go back to my place? Spot’s at work and Crutchie won’t bother us, even if he is at home right now.” He extended a hand to David and pulled him up, too.

“What about Medda?” David asked, wrapping his hand with Jack’s and walking vaguely in the direction of a bin to through their cups out.

Jack shrugged. “Mom? Pretty sure she’s at the theatre, today. She won’t mind, anyway.”

Part 6, Albert

“Albert, why the hell are you standin’ behind a tree?”

“I didn’t mean to watch you kissin’! But It was your fault for doin’ it in the middle of the park.”

Part 7, Romeo

By the time that Jack’s phone rang, David was more or less resigned to the fact that this date was not one that they were actually going to get through without interruptions every second minute. Even so, he could not stop himself from letting out a low moan.

“It’s Romeo,” Jack said to David, pulling the phone up to his ear. “Does this have to be right now?”

They stopped walking and pushed to the edge of the pavement, standing pressed up against the window. David allowed himself to tune out of the conversation, instead trying to remember one date when they had actually managed to get through without seeing or talking to someone else on it.

Given that they had been dating for almost three years – since midway through their senior year in high school – he could only recall a worryingly low number.

Jack turned to look at David with blown eyes. He seemed to be trying to communicate something through his expression, but David had absolutely no idea exactly what it was. He stared back in return, trying to work out what he meant when Jack suddenly pressed the phone into his hand.

“Dating advice,” he muttered.

David looked at him, disbelief feeling like it was swallowing him up.

Jack just shrugged at him and David shook his head, resigned. “Hey, Romeo.”

Romeo wasted no time before getting into the questions. “So, as the resident team Mom, any advice on the best way to tell a guy that I wanna stop fuckin’ him and start properly kissin’ him?”

Spluttering, David struggled to reply. It was going to be a long walk back to Jack’s family apartment.

Part 8, Buttons

“Hey, Buttons,” Jack said reflexively as he walked past.

Buttons spun around, newspapers stuffed messily into the bag swung over his shoulder and a bright yellow vest making sure he stood out a thousand miles from the rest of the people in the street.

“Jack! Davey!” He bounded over too them with far too much energy. “Hi! I can’t stay, I’ve got to finish my afternoon paper route! But it’s nice to see you! I didn’t know you were back for the break!” He spoke very quickly and with an almost unreasonable amount of enthusiasm. Sometimes, David struggled to understand how he was always so upbeat about everything.

Jack waved at him awkwardly. “See you another time, then?”

Buttons nodded excitedly. “Sure! That’d be cool!”

Part 9, Finch

David was immediately thrown off guard by Finch hurling himself into David’s arms as Jack opened the door to his apartment. “Finch?” He detached himself a little so that he could see his face and was alarmed the distressed expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I was-“ His voice was immediately strained and worried. “My Dad called and he said that my brother is sick and I need to pick up something from the chemist on the way home.”

All at once, David was on high alert and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jack stiffen, too. “D’you need a ride or anything?” David asked carefully, “Or help with the medicine?”

Finch shook his head slowly. “It’s just an asthma refill. And, I’m only living like five minutes away from here, anyway.” He gave them both a very weak smile. “Thanks, though.” David knew not to push the topic. Over the years, he had adjusted slowly to the fact that some people saw the acceptance of help as something to be avoided at all costs.

He knew when to cross that line and refuse to take no for an answer, but David had also learnt that sometimes he just needed to accept that independence was an important virtue.

Jack braced him on the shoulders before he went any further. “Remember to breathe, okay? Your brother is gonna be fine with you watchin’ out for him.”

Finch looked at him, expression still brittle, but eyes perhaps a fraction more determined. “I know.” He walked past them and turned right down a stairwell in the old building.

David looked after him, worried. “He’ll be fine,” he said, more to himself than to Jack.

“Of course, he will,” Jack agreed easily. David could still hear the strain under his voice. “This has happened before. He gets easily worked up about his family and worries a lot about things that don’t need to be worried about.”

Chewing on his lip, David crossed his arms tightly over his chest and nodded. He knew Jack was right.

“C’mon, then,” Jack said, steering him inside the apartment, “Let’s get some food and some privacy.”

Part 10, Crutchie

David was curled up next to Jack, both of them lying on his bed, and hugging him tightly. It was a warm, comfortable position and David was oddly content just lying there and making the most of the moment. His arms were tightly looped around Jack and he snuggled closer to him, treasuring a bit of privacy and quiet.

Jack’s fingers swept through David’s hair, slowly teasing the dark curls and messing up the almost redundant attempt that David had made to control his hair that morning.

“I really love you,” Jack said very softly. He pushed himself up on one arm so that he could lean closer to give David a quick kiss. “You know that, right?”

David looked up at him and smiled. “I know. I love you, too.”

Grinning slightly wolfishly, Jack pushed himself closer to David so that he was leaning over him and then lowered himself down until he was half lying on top of him.

“You’re pretty comfortable, too,” Jack remarked.

David stared at Jack and raised an eyebrow. “I’m, like, ninety per cent bones,” David said with a deadpan face.

Jack did his best to shrug from his position. “Well, I still think you’re a good pillow.”

“I’ll add that to my CV, then,” David said teasingly. He craned his neck to kiss Jack’s lips. Jack relaxed into the kiss and dropped forwards, one hand on David’s chest to balance himself, and the other wound tightly into his hair.

The door opened with a thud and Jack and David jumped apart like they had been burnt.

“Oh, my God,” Crutchie said despairingly, as he covered his eyes with the hand that was not holding his crutch. “Warn a guy, would you?”

“The door was closed,” Jack grumbled, running a hand through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to control it and sitting up. “That generally means don’t come in.”

Crutchie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Mom got home a few minutes ago, and wants to know if you’re stayin’ for dinner, Davey.”

David struggled to look at Crutchie straight in the eyes. He could feel his face glowing with heat. “Uh, yeah, that’d be nice, thanks,” he said hesitantly, exchanging a small look with Jack. “Only if it’s no trouble, of course.”

“It’s vegan or something, so it’ll be fine for Kosher,” Crutchie offered. David nodded with a thankful smile. Neither he, his siblings, nor his parents adhered strictly to Kosher except on special occasions, but it was always touching to see that someone else had remembered it.

“You can get back to your make-out session, now, or whatever you was doin’ before,” Crutchie said. He closed the door behind him as he left.  

Jack flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Dave, this wasn’t much of a date.”

“It was perfect just as it was,” David said, bestowing a small kiss on the tip of his nose, before lying down next to him and staring at the off-white celling. “I mean, let’s be honest, what kind of a date would it be if we weren’t interrupted ten times at least?”

Jack laughed slightly. “Obviously not one of ours.”

[diaryofanormalkid]

Today at work was nice ☺️

So aside from my hurt leg (knee and ankle), it was a decent day. People-wise though, not coworker wise. And time went by fast so I was glad.

Through the day, my leg was feeling better by the hour. Like I was even walking more normally. Pretty sure half my coworkers didn’t even notice I was injured.

Had it not been for me telling them, they probably wouldn’t have noticed. But I’m sooo glad it’s feeling better. I was thinking I wouldn’t feel this good until maybe Thursday.

So anyways, today at work I saw my short crush and my American Dragon crush and my ***work husband*** I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE I saw him today!!! He doesn’t work Mondays 😁

I also saw short guy 🙄 and then his coworker who he trained who I’ll give you some background info on later probably. It was a very... interesting day.

Short crush

I got to see him twice today! They were both the briefest of moments though, and he didn’t really pay me as much attention as I’d like! ☹️😩

The first time he was leaving from the seating area of the cafetaria. I was sanitizing my hands at the dispenser and my body happened to be facing the direction he was coming from.

So I spotted him and smiled, and he looked at me, but for some reason today I didn’t hold eye contact with him for long at all. And now that I think about it, that probably has to do with why he didn’t give me too much attention today.

💔😬 yikes. I think he thought I was annoyed/in a mood today so he was giving me my space. ‘Cause the second time he came, when I spotted him he was closer but didn’t say/do anything.

He was at the cash register and I believe he saw me from where I was standing but decided against looking up, purposely. I was like “okay, that’s fine 😭.” And minded my business.

But I know for sure he saw me before I looked over at him the second time because I was in his line of sight. So next time, I’m gonna be more friendly, because that probably turned him off.

I’m not bugging, it just kinda hurt a little when the attention wasn’t reciprocated because he usually isn’t the one out of all my crushes to avoid making any gesture/eye contact.

American Dragon Crush

So today he came in a little after my shift started and at first he was super quiet, to the point where I didn’t even know he came in until a little while after.

Once I went nearby his area, that’s when I took the opportunity to greet him and using his name. I’m not sure, but I don’t think I use his name while greeting him often? So it felt weird.

But good weird. And immediately after I had used his name while greeting him, he did the same and I kinda felt my heart melt a tiny bit because that typically happens when my crushes use my name.

Then for a lot of the shift he was bothering by calling my name and I kept like half blushing. I had it under control, but half the time I didn’t care enough to hide my smile so 🤷🏾‍♀️

One time I was going back and forth getting stock items and looking for things and I just so happen to be passing by him all of those times. So then he eventually asks:

“Why do you keep going back and forth?” And I mumbled I needed to get stuff to him, because he was busy serving a customer anyways so I figured he probably wouldn’t need to hear me.

And then I was going on my break another time, so I was signing out and he kept asking me questions. He asked, “can I see your hair?” And then pulled a braid.

Then he asked, “How much was it? $120 right? How much to do a guy’s hair like that?” And as much as I very well knew he was kidding, I still answered back “the same amount.”

He kept talking to me trying to make the conversation last as long as possible. And I was like flattered but also I was like “okay I’m going on break now!” Just to warn him.

I was enjoying his company too though. So when I was leaving, he was in our mini-room where we kept our schedule and coats and whatnot.

As I was leaving, I was like pulling the door and I said ��here, you stay there.” Trying to lock him in the room just to flirt or whateva 👀😬😌 not that I *cough* know how to flirt.

So eventually I let him out and then I signed out and he was still trying to talk to me as I walked off for break but I was ignoring him and pretending I couldn’t hear him lol.

Also during that time, he made the randomest comment about playing basketball and “getting all the girls” or something and I laughed because it was just super telling of what he was thinking about 👀🙄

While I was on break, my Apple music was on my Top 25 most played songs playlist and the song it went to was “Electric” by Alina Baraz ft. Khalid which is such an intense romance song?

Romance is not the right word, but sexy doesn’t really fit it for me either? So idk whatever the word is for the song, if you find it and also happen to read this and listen to the song, then pls reply the word!

But anyways, when that song of ALL songs came on during my break, I couldn’t but be in my feels about my all crushes! I was just in the zone, unbothered. So, going forward:

The recurring joke for the day between us was him, my coworker and I all asking the other person “what’s up?” In which I respond “the ceiling/the sky.” But usually “the ceiling.”

That’s actually my go to response with any person who asks me that, but today I tried it on him even though I’ve tried it on him before but today he wanted to be extra about it lol.

So he kept asking me that today only to get the same response every single time. When I passed him one time, he was calling my name repetitively while asking the question.

And my other coworker who was in on the joke was standing close by, so I told her, “yo can you tell him to stop bothering me and calling my name,” even though I didn’t care.

I actually liked it, but he didn’t need to know that. So fast forward a little later, the workplace was a little on the quiet side because a couple of my coworkers had left.

It was still busy, but only on occasion. It wasn’t like rush hour time or anything. Every now and then I would look up and peep he was looking at me. Or it’d be vice versa and he’d look up.

OR we both would look at each other at the same time but super briefly and then look away! And it’s such a nice feeling to know someone who you ~kinda~ like also likes you!

And I am also just surprised at my responses to him looking at me or being caught looking at him are not more alarmed than this. Like, I’m such a nervous person?

Crushes and the sort make me a hundred billion times more anxious than I already am so the fact that I don’t respond nervously to him in that way is... shocking!

By the end of the shift now, since I was on cash, I went to the back to start counting cash. And then he came around the corner to... honestly I don’t even know what.

To watch? To linger? Like he literally had no reason to be where I was tbh, so IK that was just another excuse to be in my company! Which I didn’t mind at all!

While he was there, he was asking me why I’m so tall... again! He always ask me that implying like “why are you taller than ME?” Or “if only I was a little taller...” in his mind.

Because I think he realizes since he’s shorter than me, I’m kinda like not interested enough. That sounds so shallow, but like he’s too short. Because I’m only like maximum 5’7”.

Even if he’s only an inch or two shorter than me, for a guy that’s just too short. And lowkey that’s just a dealbreaker for me. So that’s why I don’t take this crush too seriously 😟

Little does he know that his age is also a deal breaker too. LOL like I think he thinks if he was taller, that would fix all the dealbreakers between us but oh no honey, that’s not it.

I think he’s like a year and a bit younger than me, but it’s enough to be like a bit difference for me! I’ve always preferred older guys because *mature* hello, so going younger would just be backwards lol.

There’s a looot more serious things where those came from, so don’t think I’m shallow as heck or anything for like not wanting a serious relationship with him because of those.

He’s cute or whateva, but it stops there. Like I’m good luv. But ANYWAYS, him being short was not where I was going with telling my story. Moving on:

He was lingering while I was in the back counting my till, and he was like “must be in your genes” [my height]. And then I nodded and he brought up my mom is tall too.

She is only about an inch or so taller than me. But yeah, I guess if that’s tall to him? So I was like yeah, I guess. And then he was like “how tall is your dad?” And I said “6’3”” so he’s like “woahhh.”

And I was like, “yeah, but you should see my brother. He’s 6’6”, past my dad’s height.” And he was like “what? Now I’m so shy about my height.” Which lol is so cute bc I think he meant insecure?! 😂

So then he goes, “my mom is tiny, she’s like here on me,” gesturing to his shoulder. Which, he’s not wrong! His mom is TINY. So I agreed, and was like, “aww, yeah you’re right she’s so little.”

I asked him how tall his dad was and he was like “my dad’s shorter than me!” I wasn’t even surprised by that, he outgrew his parents thankfully but he’s still short for me lol.

He was like, “when we go out, ppl think we’re brothers.” And I laughed. Height was implied because I bet he definitely didn’t mean age- wise since we weren’t talking about that.

Anyways wherever the conversation left off, I don’t remember so that’s how my day went with him!

Work husband

This little entry is so underwhelming because nothing really happened but I’m still gonna write it because I’m surprised I even saw him today to begin with!

I usually only ever see him on Saturdays so when I peeped him in his turquoise blue uniform I took a double take and couldn’t believe my eyes!

He was walking all the way down the hall and I was staring awfully too hard to try to make out if it was him. I was on the phone though so I think that partly just made me seem preoccupied.

Gratefully he was far away, like I said, so I doubt he saw me staring. As he got closer, I was too scared to look in his direction so I shifted my body so that I wasn’t facing his direction.

As I was on the phone, I was trying to look for him when he passes by just to make sure it was him but I am like 90% sure it was him because there’s no one of his exact features and build here.

He passes by super quick and I was really sad because I wanted to see him for longer but I was leaving. Sucks that I only got to see him when I was going home.

I’m just glad I got to see him in general though! It was a kind of off day afterwards because I couldn’t stand my two coworkers who also happen to be siblings.

Whenever they happen to work together, it’s for the worst because they never do anything. They’re always sitting down/doing the bare minimum.

If there was anyone that deserved to be sitting down today, it would be me because I’M the one that is injured! Smh, they’re so pathetic and worthless.

And I think I did more work than both of them combined today. Not that that’s anything short of the norm, that’s to be expected tbh. I was gonna do my task regardless.

Otherwise I would’ve been suuuper bored the whole shift. Because I’m not one to strike up a convo with them because they’re my least favourite coworkers, in that section anways.

Like I can tolerate them, but I definitely don’t like them. And I’m sure as hell not going to try to talk to them if I don’t even like them. It’s pointless. I think the feelings are partially mutual.

Or at least, we’re just indifferent towards each other. And I have my own agenda I can tend to rather than try to become best friends with the managers kids... lol.

Like gross. How are you gonna have your kids work here and be the laziest ppl here? That is full on taking advantage of the system. And I’m pretty sure they get paid more than most ppl.

And they don’t even work enough hours to get paid more than half the people who they’re getting paid more than... so isn’t that like illegal or something?

If it’s true, I feel sorry for them almost. They’re spoiled and will never truly know what hard work is. Seems they’ve just been handed majority of the things they have.

Like literally today the son walked back from break and was wearing AirPods. So I was like, “you have AirPods too?” Not even out of envy or anything, just because another coworker does too.

And her and I were discussing how if I were to have them, I’d probably lose them so easily so it’s actually my choice not to invest in any. Like I am not envious that other ppl have them because I don’t want them.

But anyways, back to the managers son at work, he goes “oh yeah.” And I just smiled and shook my head at him because like duh, he WOULD have AirPods, what do you expect?

But yeah, so today I was just super annoyed at them both literally being okay with sitting around and doing nothing while I do 80% of the work because they’re used to it.

Like how are you okay with letting an injured girl the work for you while you do nothing? Sounds familiar! their mom works SOOO hard, has two jobs (maybe more) from what I know.

The son and older daughter have nice cars, their dad has a motorcycle and I’m SURE when the youngest daughter is ready to drive, she’s gonna have a car WAITING for her at their driveway.

I’m trying to be objective and think do I sound envious right now? Because I am not envious, at least I don’t think I am? I just am annoyed at how privileged they are but they don’t even do any work.

And they can get away with it too because it’s not like I can just call out the managers kids? Ones my age though, that’s the thing. It’s the son, and it’s a damn shame. Like do better?

The younger daughter just started working there and she lowkey does a better job than him at everything. She’s had her fair share of mistakes, we all have, but c’mon now.

How are you gonna let your little sister who’s younger than you by almost 4 years outlaws your own skills working at a minimum wage job?

Like I don’t even know how long he’s been working here, but I am just... so over him. I can’t wait until he quits already. He’s so useless sometimes, like I can’t.

I think some of the times he’s actually eventually intentionally set me up/sabotaged me for my shifts when I come in after him. It’s actually so messed up to think about.

But I automatically jump to worst case scenarios once it comes down to him and his family just because that’s... what it has come down to unfortunately.

I don’t know what they think of me exactly but I know how I’ve been treated by them and I’ll never give them the benefit of the doubt after they’ve been okay with how they treat me so..

Anyways lemme stop ranting on this post before I let all this negativity outweigh all the good that happened today. To end it off, I’d like to say:

I’m glad American Dragon Crush and my other coworker were there today to keep me sane because I really would’ve been in the worst mood all day if it hadn’t been for them.

American Dragon crush really did lift up my spirits so much. Like, I don’t know if he realizes how much he did today. I was in such a bad mood before he came when I think back now.

As for my other coworker, she’s always so friendly. Like thank God for her. She’s an angel sometimes. I don’t know how much I could tolerate this job in general if it weren’t for her.

Also shoutout to my mom for coming down to see me a couple times today. Every time she saw me, all she had to do was look at my face and she knew exactly what was wrong.

Why and who too! LOL. After worked we talked about it allll today, and she wasn’t surprised. Never is. With those two siblings, it’s always the same thing.

But she really kept me sane today too, even if I only got to see her for a little bit each time. Thank God for them all ☺️

[spacecanary]

Stay p.p.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Request: Hi I was wondering if u could do a Peter Parker xStark! reader  where the reader sufferers from depression since her mum died and moving in with her dad  and one night when Peter is out she disided to end it and takes a hand full of pills Peter finds her passed out and sees the pills and takes her to the Avengers she's in a coma (trust ik thats not  how it actually is most times) she wakes up and and her and Peter just talk and cry falling asleep in the hospital room while the Avengers watch

Warnings: Depression, Suicide, Hospitals, Needles, Drugs, some Fluff and Cursing

A/N : All I’m going to say is A), I researched the crap out of these scenarios, and B), get ready for some f e e l s and s a d n e s s. 

----and also I'm so sorry if the end was sloppy I am posting this at twelve but I hope you like it and let me know if you want tagged

AND ALSO PLEASE DON’T HARM YOURSELVES GUYS, IF YOU”RE LOOKING FOR A SIGN THIS IS IT. 

“Are you going to be alright while I’m gone, (y/n)?” Peter asks, standing by the stairs.

No.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” I give him a tired smile from my position on the couch. 

I won’t be fine.

“Okay... well if you need anything, text me.” 

“I will.”

I need you to stay.

“I’ll see you in an hour or so,” He hesitates, almost having second thoughts before shrugging it off. He gives a small wave and starts descending the stairs. 

Say goodbye.

“Peter... wait,” I jump from the couch, tossing my blankets to the side. My form catches him a few steps down, making us at eyelevel. I look into his brown eyes, a habit I’ve developed to calm me down. My eyes take in every inch of his face, the soft skin, the tiniest of freckles, the waves that fall just over his forehead. 

I press my lips to his, savoring every moment like its my last.

Because it is.

We break, and I pull him into a tight hug, my hands clutching his shirt. I inhale, and let him go, flashing a weak smile. He reciprocates, but the alarms start to go off in his brain. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” He furrows his brows.

“Yeah.”

Lies. 

“See you soon.”

“See you soon,” I give a small wave, watching him until he’s gone. All the emotion drains from my body, and I’m put on auto-pilot. I’m just going through the motions now. I find myself in my room, fumbling through my desk drawer for the note. Reluctantly, I pull the slip out and stuff it in the pocket of my Midtown High sweatshirt. I reach for the bottle on the work surface; diphenhydramine, used for my allergies.

This should do it.

I sigh, looking around... one last time. With that, I slowly walk to my bed, running my fingertips along the walls. My body grows tired. I pull the plastic bottle from my pocket, unscrewing the lid as I sit on the mattress. The small pink pills waterfall into my hand. I set the bottle down, using the free hand to  grab the half filled water bottle on the bed table. I throw the pills back, chasing them down with a swig of water. I go on auto pilot once more. Not thinking... just doing. With a sigh, I lay down on my side, pulling the comforter over my body. Slowly submitting to the sleep. 

Finally. 

But Peter...

Peter’s POV

Something’s happened.

Peter walks back to Happy’s car, groceries in hand. 

“Hey-uh, Happy, could you maybe unlo- Oh, thanks.” Peter opens the door, setting the groceries aside. The car starts moving, the world speeding by. 

You need to check on her.

“What was going on? She wasn’t acting right... I’ll just call MJ, she knows girl stuff.” Peter mumbles, scrolling through his phone, tapping on her contact. 

Ring.

Ring.

“Parker.”

“Hey, uh, you know girl stuff right? Cause (Y/n)’s been acting odd. She wasn’t totally depressed today, which is kind of odd-”

“Was she positive at all, like did she spontaneously show affection towards you, or say a really serious goodbye?” Her tone suddenly gets serious. 

“I was leaving, and she kissed me and hugged me really tight, but she looked very calm and tired-”

“Okay Peter, I don’t want you to freak out, but this sounds a lot like what happened to my cousin before she died. Not saying anything happened, but you need to get to her now.” His blood runs cold, heart pounding  and he hangs up.

“Happy, we need to get to the base now! (Y/n) may have done something really bad...” 

“Hang on, kid.”

Within minutes, the car pulls into the drive, Peter practically jumping out before the car even stops. He darts inside, running up the flights of stairs to the living quarters. He stops at the doorframe to her room. Seeing you wrapped up in blankets, he slowly walks towards your body, heart pounding. 

Peter gently nudges you to wake up. 

Nothing. 

Once more, but harder.

Nothing.

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter sees the plastic bottle on its side, pink pills spilling out. Maybe half the bottle gone. 

That’s when everything goes numb. 

“(Y/n), wake up. Come on, please... wake up. (Y/n), n-no,no no. Don’t do this, wake up!” His voice rasps, cracking as tears sting his cheeks. 

He should've stayed.

Peter takes you in his arms, trying to get help.

“H-hey! Help, it’s (Y/n), please, p-please... wake up,” He hyperventilates, staring at your emotionless face. Natasha’s the first to come, going pale at the sight.

“What happened?” 

“S-she took s-some pills... she won’t wake up...” Peter Hiccups. Nat pulls your form away, hurrying to the med facility with Peter alongside, heartbroken. 

It’s because of him. 

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“Is she going to make it?”

“It should be a smooth recovery, but she’s going to need heavy medication for her mental illnesses.”

I feel a hand gripping mine, rubbing circles into my skin. 

My eyes won’t open.

“How long do you think, Bruce?”

“Maybe two days, could be three.”

The grip tightens. 

“Come on kid, she needs to heal.”

“I’m not leaving... not again.”

Beep.

Beep.

Beep. 

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“Wait, I feel her.”

“What?”

“Her mind, it’s stirring.”

“Is she waking up?”

“Possibly...”

My head hurts, but not as bad as my stomach. A weird pressure, getting heavier and heavier. And my throat... it burns. I cough, the thing in my throat making me want to vomit. 

“Bruce! Get in here now!” A voice yells, Steve’s.

“Oh shit, she’s waking up...” A raspy voice mumbles, then I feel something clasp my hand, rubbing more circles. 

“We need to remove the tubes, Steve, help?”

“What do I do?”

Five minutes. Five minutes of burning pain. 

My eyes open suddenly as they remove the last tube, the lights sending shocks of pain through my brain. 

“(Y/n)! I’m here, I’m here, we all are.” I Look over, the raspy voice belonging to Peter. I give him a small smile. Tears prick my eyes when I see everyone. 

Steve’s helping Bruce clean the tubes, my Dad walking in with coffee, Nat’s sitting by Peter, holding a book, Wanda leaning against the wall. Sam and Bucky sleeping on the couch, alongside Clint, who fell asleep on the floor.

I go into another coughing fit, each cough tasting like metal. Peter leans forward, holding my hand. Tony walks over, sitting in the lounge chair. 

“Don’t ever... ever, do that again.” He grabs my other hand, giving it a squeeze.

I look at Peter, his head drooping on the bed. 

“Come here,” I whisper, needing comfort more than anything right now. 

Peter gently sits on the bed, careful as to not disturb the pump in my abdomen. He turns, putting an arm around my shoulders, the other holding my hand. His warmth soothes my soreness. He presses a kiss to my forehead, bringing tears to my eyes. 

“I’m so sorry Peter. I-I really am..” 

“Shhhh- don’t talk.” He mumbles, nuzzling into my neck. The tears stream down my skin as he pulls me closer. “Just stay with me.”

“I love you Peter.” I croak between sobs.

“I love you too, (Y/n).”

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[asupernaturalgirl]

Ice Cream

Request: Ik this isn't a very specific request but could you write some sister!Winchester where's she's like in her teen years? I live for that s***

Summary: Y/N gets drunk at a party and has to call Dean to pick her up. After some begging, Dean caves in to getting her ice cream. 

A/N: Definitely not feeling good about this fic, but I hope you all like it. I’m not that great at funny/light hearted fics so...sorry. 

Warnings: drunk, parties, ice cream?

...

    “Call me if anything happens,” Dean warns as your parked in front of the large house, music blasting through the door. You roll your eyes as you grab your purse off the floor and open the squeaky door.

    “I will, Dean,” You say before putting your hand on his tense shoulder. “I’m gonna be fine. Every teen goes to parties.”

    Dean purses his lips at you and waves you off. “Please be careful.”

    You smile slightly before making your way up the walkway to the loud house. It was your first real high school party, and you had begged Dean and Sam to allow you to go for weeks. Sam caught on with it soon and didn’t have too much of a problem, but Dean was a different story. He always had the belief that family comes first and things like parties should wait.

    You turn the doorknob and walk in only to be bombarded with people dancing and laughter. The house was packed to it’s breaking point and there was no way you would be able to make your way through the house without pushing people out of the way. Slowly but surely, you made your way through the kitchen to find your best friend, David, waiting for you.

    “Y/N,” He says, crossing the kitchen and giving you a side hug. “Come get a drink.”

    You eye the red solo cups littered around various table and the floor and shake your head slightly. “I’m not so sure, guys,” You say doubtfully as you shift awkwardly.

    “Oh, come on,” David says, pouring you a cup of some sort of alcoholic beverage. “You never have any fun.”

    You look at him doubtfully, thinking of how angry Dean would be if he found out you drank at this party. He always drank though and as much as you had asked him to stop, he never did. You take the cup slowly, promising yourself to only have a few sips.

…

    An hour later, you stood on the table, dancing to music blasting out of the large speakers near you. People shouted and laughed as you jumped down off the table and stumbled out of the house to sit on the steps. Your head felt fuzzy and you felt as though you couldn’t move correctly. You knew you were drunk and suddenly all the thoughts of past hunts you have been on come to your mind, making you feel so stupid for making this stupid decision in the first place.

    Reaching into your purse, you pull out your phone and type in the number you’ve memorized since you were five years old. Dean’s. Bringing the phone up to your ear, you wait as the rings go by. Your brother answers a few moments later.

    “Dean-o,” You say through the speaker a little too loudly, your voice slurring as you speak. “I’m ready to go home.”

    Dean doesn’t say anything as he takes in the state of your voice. “Did you drink a little, Y/N?”    

    “I just have a drink,” You say, defending yourself as best as you can. Dean is silent on the other end. “Okay, maybe like four.”

    “I’m coming to get you, Y/N/N,” He says as you hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone. “Just stay where you are, okay? And don’t do anything reckless.”

    “Roger that, brother,” You say, giggling slightly as you hang up the phone and sit with your legs crossed on the step. A few minutes later, you smile as you see the headlights of the Impala driving down the road.

    You stand as the car parks and Dean steps out, walking up to you. You take a step, trying to get to him but stumble slightly and your brother catches you, holding you up in his arms. “Alright, let’s get you home.”

    He leads you to the car and you sit in it, waiting patiently for Dean to get in. He seems to be on the phone and you hear Sam’s voice through the speakers. “She’s okay. Just got a little drunk.”

    After a few minutes, he gets in the car and you smile at him. “I’m so hungry, Dean-o.”

    He looks at your doubtfully as you giggle a little. “Y/N, you’re so drunk. How much did you drink?”

    “Pleaseeee,” You beg as you throw yourself against the seat. “I want something to eat so bad. If you go back to the bunker, Sam’s going to make me a salad or some shit.”

    As angry as Dean was right now, he was never able to deny his little sister anything and he started the car. “What do you want?”

    You smile at him happily before freezing. “I don’t know…”

    “Well, you gotta come up with something, Y/N/N,” He says, driving down the road.

    “Ice cream,” You say smiling as you clap your hands.

    He chuckles to himself slightly before shaking his head. “Never knew strong Y/N would be such a ditsy drunk.”

    “I could still beat you up,” You roll your eyes at him and look out the window as Dean drives into town, stopping at a local ice cream place you frequented often after a bad hunt.

    Dean and You get out and he orders for you as you go sit down at one of the outdoor tables. Your head feels weird as the wind blows and while you feel happy, you’d rather not do this again. After a few minutes, your older brother brings over a large oreo milkshake, your favorite.

    “Eat up, Y/N,” He says, taking a bit of his apple pie sundae. “I want to get to the bunker before sun up.”

    You blast through the ice cream quickly, facing several brain freezes before finally you scrape out the last bit. Dean had also bought you a water bottle and he told you to drink as much as you could because you’d thank him later on.

    “I’m so sleepy,” You say, leaning your head against the table. Dean rolls his eyes before grabbing your arms and pulling you up, you leaning against him as you both walk to the Impala in the parking lot.

    “Let’s get you home.”

…

    After around an hour, you were sobering up a bit and lying in bed, talking to Dean in the doorway. “Dean,” You call as he turns to leave the room. He turns, leaning against the doorway. “Thank you for not being mad at me.”

    He shakes his head, smiling slightly. “Oh, I’m mad,” He says. “I’m furious. But there’s not

point in yelling at you while you’re still drunk.”

    I look at him, eyes wide. “Talk to you tomorrow.” He says as he winks and leaves the

room.

[iwillbeinmynest]

Too Young for This- Bucky x Reader(F) (Platonic)

Authors Notes: So, it feels like it’s been ages since I’ve written anything and I have had this request in my box for a while now. I re-read the request and inspiration hit me like a brick so, I sat down and did it. Hope it’s what you wanted, hun!

Request: @sireennotsiren  “hi!! i have a request for you! can i have a fic where the reader is a 14/15 year old kid and shes an avenger? and shes super op like shes invincible and strong and can teleport etc. but shes still this teenage kid? and shes on caps team in cacw and her n bucky just get along really well? nothing weird just good happy friends? and she gets him to open up and stuff? ik its a lot so no pressure, i just wanted to see it! thanks bb <3″

Word Count: almost 1.7K

Notes/Warnings: A little angst, awkward car rides, fluff, fighting, mentions of blood and injuries, scenes from Civil War, slightly altered scenes from Civil War but nothing that he avily changes the storyline.

  Steve leaned on the back of the bug beside Bucky. He followed Bucky’s gaze and took a deep breath. She was young, fourteen - no, fifteen, and already she fit right in with the team. She and Sam were running hand to hand combat drills in an empty field somewhere in Austria. Steve could tell Sam was trying hard to disguise how hard her hits were and he chuckled.

 Y/N had been on Tony’s radar for a while but Cap was able to convince her to help him out before Stark could get to her. She’d agreed eagerly, not having much to stay back for. She’d been living in an abandoned apartment in Kufstein trying her best to fight crime all over eastern Europe. She was making a difference but he could see the loneliness was taking its toll on her.

 “So,” Bucky sighed with a blank expression. “The kid.”

 “Yeah,” Steve replied in kind. “I think she’s a good fit.”

 “She’s young.” Buck stated the obvious. “Too young for this.”

 “Maybe. But she’s got a good heart, and she’s strong. She teleports, too.”

 “Teleports?” Bucky finally turned and faced the Captain. “Is that why I ran into her in Bucharest?”

 “Mhm.” He nodded, eyes forward.

 Bucky huffed a silent chuckle. “And here I thought we were the weirdest things out here.”

 “You haven’t met the rest of our help yet. You’ll love Wanda.” Steve offered a light grin. “Sam! Y/N!” He waved them over. “Breaks over, back in the car.”

 Y/N apparated right in front of Steve and he flinched slightly. “How much longer til Germany?” She almost whined.

 “A few more hours and no, you can’t just meet us there. It’s too long of a jump and I need you well rested. Come on, back seat again.” Steve opened the door and tilted his seat forward. Bucky crawled in first and Y/N shot Steve a look.

 “He hates me.” She whispered.

 “No he doesn’t.” He whispered back as he pushed her by the back of the head into the car.

 Six hours. They had all been crammed in that tiny bug for six hours.

 Sam and Steve had been discussing tactics and making phone calls to Clint and Wanda so, most of their time seemed to be well spent. But Bucky and Y/N well, they had a little less to discuss.

 “So…” Y/N avoided looking Bucky in the eyes even though his snapped to hers when she spoke. “Romania, huh?”

 “Yeah.” His voice scratchy and low.

 “Any particular reason?”

 “It was far away from DC.” He turned and looked out the window.

 Y/N nodded and resigned herself to the fact that small talk wasn’t in the cards.

 “Why were you in Kufstein?”

 His voice shocked her but she kept her composure. “I…don’t know.” Y/N chuckled lightly. “I guess I just wanted a fresh start.”

 Bucky sat on that answer with a heavy heart. He understood that.

 “My family,” Y/N volunteered more information than he’d asked for, for the sake of breaking the ice. “They had a hard time when they discovered what I could do.”

 Bucky caught her picking at her nails out of the corner of his eye. She was nervous. Why? Did he make her nervous or was it from talking about her family. He remained quiet as she went on.

 “My dad took it the hardest. He…well, he already had a temper and learning that his little girl wasn’t going to be the softball star he wanted didn’t go over well.”

 “Why can’t you play softball?” Bucky interrupted.

 “I can. He just didn’t think so. Said a freak can’t be a star player.” Y/N shook her head to rid herself of her fathers voice in her ears. “Anyways, they treated me differently after that. Everyone. I didn’t have anyone I could talk to so, I left. ‘Ported as many times as I could and then when I was too tired to jump again, I looked around and was in Austria. Figured that was far enough.”

 “How long did it take for you to learn the language?” Bucky asked, purposely not commenting on her family.

 “Umm, not long. Six months or so but that was just basic conversation. It took me even longer to read it and speak so that I didn’t sound like a tourist.”

 “How long have you been there?”

 “Three years.”

 “On your own? Aren’t you fourteen?” Bucky’s pitch was elevated slightly, his shock seeping its way into his voice.

 “Fifteen.”

 “Right.” Bucky took a deep breath. The car had fallen silent. Sam and Steve were obviously listening in. “Sorry.”

 “Its fine. I look young for my age.” Y/N voice was a little less ashamed, now, thanks to the change in subject.

 Bucky chuckled and Steve’s shoulders shook with a silent laugh.

 “What?” Y/N looked between them, confused.

 “You think you look young for your age?” Steve commented from the front seat.

 Then it dawned on her. If anyone looked young for their age it was the super-soldiers in the car. She grinned but stifled her laughter.

 “Look if it’s any consolation,” Sam piped in. “I think it’s pretty cool what you did for yourself. You pack a mean punch kid and I’ve taken hits from the grump next to you so, that’s saying something.”

 “No it’s not.” Bucky grumbled.

 “Knock it off.” Steve jumped in before Sam could defend himself with a rude comment about Bucky. “Starting to hit the city, the airport isn’t too far away.”

 Y/N straightened in her seat and Bucky noticed her tension. He waited until Sam and Steve had started up a new conversation before he asked her, “You okay?”

 “Yeah. Yeah I’m good.” She answered a little too quickly.

 “Look,” Bucky lowered his voice and spoke in Austrian. “I can’t say I know exactly what you went through but, I get it. I needed a new start too and Romania is where I landed. I’m sorry about your parents but know, that no matter what happens out there, I’ve got your back okay?”

 Y/N nodded lightly but firmly. Something in his tone, or maybe his eyes, told her he was being honest, which, according to Sam, was a rare thing. “And I’ve got yours.” Y/N paused and then looked Bucky in the eyes. “Can I ask you something?”

 “I guess so.” He replied skeptically.

 “When I ran into you in Bucharest, I was in a pretty tight spot. You could have kept walking but you didn’t. Why?

 Bucky swallowed and remembered that day. She had been in all black with a scarf tied over her nose and mouth. She had a pretty bad cut over her eye and the men she was fighting out numbered her, seven to one; even with her strength she was struggling.

 “Because,” He answered in Austrian again, he didn’t need Sam or Steve hearing this. “You were the type of person I wish I had been for the last eighty years. You were doing something good and even though you needed help you deserved to finish it on your own.”

 “So, you knocked out four men for me, a stranger.”

 “I suppose I was trying to do something right…to make up for the wrong.”

 “Did it help?”

 “Not as much as I needed it to.”

 Y/N nodded as Steve pulled into a parking space in the German airport garage.

 “Here we go.” She mumbled to herself.

 “Bucky!” Y/N shouted and teleported away from War Machine and as close to T’Challa as she could. She arrived in time to block a punch from the Black Panther, giving Bucky just enough time to get out of the way and ready for his next attack.

 T’Challa extended the claws on his suit and readied to strike at Bucky. Y/N ran and shoved Bucky out of the way taking the blow for him. When Bucky looked up form the ground where he’d landed, he saw Y/N bleeding from the four deep scratches on her face; one thankfully just missing her eye. Something snapped in Bucky and he went even harder at T’Challa causing him to double back to regroup.

 “Y/N!” He called as he scooped her up and took her behind a big storage crate. “You okay?” He asked panicked as he grabbed her face and checked her wounds to get the answer for himself.

 “Yeah, Bucky I’m-ow!” She winced as his finger brushed over the cut that went right by her eye.

 “You need to get out of here.” The urgency clear in his voice.

 “We need a diversion, something big.” Sam’s voice finally registered to the two and Steve hid behind a set of stairs across from them.

 “I’ve got something kinda big, but I can’t hold it very long.” Scott answered.

 “You need to get out first.” Y/N pushed out of his grasp and crouched on the ground beside Bucky.

 “Y/N-” Bucky needed her to be okay. She was just a kid and he wasn’t worth her getting hurt anymore.

 “Shut up, Barnes.” She snapped. He recognized the coldness in her voice. It wasn’t because she didn’t care it was because she did.

 “If I tear myself in half, don’t come back for me.” Scott finished.

 Bucky shook his head. “He’s gonna tear himself in half?” He asked Steve.

 “You sure about this, Scott?” Steve asked.

 Bucky turned to Y/N. “Whatever this signal is, you use it and teleport out of here, got it?”

 “You just worry about getting to that plane.” She nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

 Bucky inhaled to try and argue but the team heard Scott groan over the coms and they all stopped when a giant appeared before there eyes. Scott laughed in awe and held onto War Machine who now looked tiny in his grasp.

 “I guess that’s the signal.” Steve exhaled.

 “Go!” Y/N shouted. “Get to the plane!” She turned to fight but Bucky grabbed her arm.

 He looked at her hard.

 “Buck,” Steve said urgently his body twitching for the jet. “We gotta go.”

 “Now we’re even.” She smiled. “You deserve to finish this,” She quoted back to him. ”You’re just lucky enough that you don’t have to do it alone.” She glanced at Steve.

 “Buck.” Steve said louder.

 “Take care of yourself, kid.” Bucky let her go and took a few steps backwards towards Steve.

 “I always do.” She winked and in a flash, she was gone.

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20 Random Things You Don’t Know About Me

Hi guys! I thought I would do something a little fun, humiliating (LOL), and different on my blog today and share 20 things you might not know about me. I get it. As a reader, I, too, love learning a bit more about the people I read. So here goes!

1. I have this weird habit where I want my feet warm especially at night before I go to sleep. I usually put some lotion on it and then put my socks on. And if there are no socks, I put a pillow under my feet, like I'm a mermaid LOL. Weird, I know! But it prevents me from having leg cramps in the morning. 

That is my trophy for the singing contest. This picture was taken 2010, and I couldn’t find my trophy anymore so deal with that picture. Just kiddin’ 

2. I won first place at a singing contest at a talent show back when I was in kindergarten. I sang this 90s hit song My Heart Will Go On By Celine Dion. And I believe that if my parents put me or enrolled me in a voice lesson, girl, I could've been a singer today, and I might be joining singing contest like The Voice. But I only do the singing thing at the shower and karaoke. Hahaha

Left Pic: My oldest brother wasn’t there because he was working abroad Right Pic: My oldest sister is living in Canada, and my older brother is living in South Korea. My mom was holding her phone because that's them on the videocall.

3. I was supposed to have six siblings so that would make us a total of seven. I had an oldest sister, supposed to be the second child, who died because of some complications in her heart when she was still a newborn. Next is my Ate Jaz, which makes her my oldest sister alive. Then after Ate Jaz, my mom had a miscarriage. Basically, my Ate was in between two dead babies. And if ever my two siblings were alive today, I might not be here or I probably don't exist. I have such a huge age gap with my siblings because my mom had me at the age of 38, and she said that I was her only child who made her pregnancy and giving birth so hard. I was born via C-Section and the rest of my siblings were all delivered normal. So, lucky me for being here! LOL

My collection of Candy Magazine back in High School.

4.  Back in High School, I used to collect Candy Magazine until first-year college. This magazine helped me with all my teenage issues like self-esteem, body image, peer pressure, beauty, fashion, dating, friendship, career, etc. They have a bunch of articles there that I enjoyed reading. And I've always wanted to be one of their models, but I was an ugly duckling, and I'm not the confident type of girl back then. I still kept these magazines inside my sentimental box. 

This is my box full of photos, letters, diaries, and other stuff.

5. Speaking of the sentimental box, I'm a very sentimental person. I have boxes of stuff from my friends, family, and ex-boyfriends. I kept this stuff for good memories purposes because I like reminiscing good memories. It reminds me of these real moments that I was once shared with these people, and it's like my return ticket to that memories, whether it's funny, romantic, or sad. Plus good times need to be remembered. They need to celebrate and felt. You know, we're not getting any younger anymore, time will come that a part of our brain might forget those memories. So keeping pictures, letters, and diaries is one way to keep those memories alive.

These are my IDs from the Youth Camp Fellowship.

6. I used to be active in Church back when I was in High School. I even joined the Music Ministry and tried to learn how to play the piano. I went to a few Youth Camp Fellowship and met a lot of people, and it was fun. The reason why I became so active in Church because I had a crush on our drummer guy (he’s my first kiss). Yuck! LOL

Love Me Like You Do By Ellie Goulding (Short Clip) / Stay By Rihanna (Cover)

7. As I was saying on number 6, I used to play the piano before. They made us choose a musical instrument that we want to play, and I was supposedly gonna go for drums because it's cool, plus I used to listen to a lot of rock bands back then, but I didn't choose it because my crush is going to be the one who's going to teach us, and I was shy, so I end up with piano. I actually tried learning how to play the guitar but you got to have callouses on your fingers in order to play it well because it freaking hurts girl! Hehe

8. Okay, let's talk about Puppy Love. When I was in grade school, I have a crush on this guy who's like 3 years older than me, and he's our neighbor. When I got into 6th grade, he started noticing me, and we became, I don't know, together? Like boyfriend and girlfriend? Haha. But since I'm a shy type kind of girl, I was having a hard time talking to him without blushing, I couldn't even let him hold my hands, or hug me, or kiss me. None of that happened. So we write letters to each other (cellphone is not a thing at that time). I know it's all cheesy and mushy and all, but anyways. I asked my niece to be our messenger haha. So I will give the letter to her, and she will give it to him, and then vice versa. Okay, so this is the funny part!! My niece left my goddamn letter for him at our dining table! And my sister and brother read the whole thing. I was so annoyed at my niece. My siblings were like mad at me for having a boyfriend at such a young age because you know, I'm their little sister, and little sissy is not allowed to have a boyfriend LOL. And then they threatened me that they're going to tell it to my mom, so I broke up with him after a week using a letter haha. We kept in touch til I got into High School. I think we went out before, we watch a movie but I brought a chaperone with me. HAHA we didn’t end up together because he’s such a playboy. FYI: I don't count him as my ex-boyfriend. LOL

9. I had a puppy named Mocha because she’s dark brown and it suits her. She’s a shih tzu and she’s the cutest puppy in the world but she died because she got sick. I miss her so much! :(

Snorkeling at Coron, Palawan.

10. I love going to the beach. I love swimming! My mom’s sister owns a beach resort and it was just an hour away from our place. We always go there every summer, and that’s where I learned how to swim, not in the swimming pool, but in the ocean. I was supposedly going to be a swimmer. My 4th grade teacher trained me, and he trained other students in other sports like badminton and volleyball, and they joined sports competition, and they win medals. So I got very interested because I want to win medals too. So I did my training but I was having a hard time to dive. I know I'm doing it wrong because the water kept going inside my nose and it freaking hurts. So I stopped and quit the training because I couldn't do it properly. Haha

I think I was in 3rd Grade in here. Lol

11. I joined Girl Scout back in grade school. I can't remember why I joined. All I know is I am going to have a lot of fun in here. And that was my first camping experience. We camped out at our school, and yeah, it was fun and scary at the same time because there are lots of ghost stories in our school. Our motto: "Girl Scouts are always ready and prepared.” 

I also joined Drum & Bugle. I was a Majorette, the one who throws the baton in the air and twirls it. I just love to dance back then, and nope, I'm not a professional dancer. It's just that life is better when you dance! :)

Junior Year High School. Cheer Dance Competition during our Intramurals Day. 

12. When I got into High School, I've always wanted to join Cheer Dance Competition since I was in my freshman year. But most of the girls in my school back then were all pretty and mean. I only joined when I was in my junior year, and we won 2nd place. I'm really not a good dancer, but I know I've got moves. I just don't know what happened today LOL. I'm one of those girls who they always lift and toss because obviously in the picture I'm thin as a rake haha. Then I tried joining again in College, and I got into an accident. I freaking fell flat on my back while we're doing our pyramid stunt and no one's there to catch me. Ouchie! I'm on the second level, standing on my right leg at this guy's shoulder, and then my left leg was angled and lifted because on the third level, a girl's going to stand on my left thigh. She was scared and not keeping her balance well so she dragged me backward with her. Someone caught her and none for me because the way I go down the pyramid is by jumping in front. Our coach didn't see that coming and I thought I am gonna go home with broken hips.

Left to Right: Elementary Graduation Day; Sophomore Year in College; Junior Year - wearing retainer; Retainer and Braces Free 

13. I first had my braces when I was in 6th grade because my sister got one, so I want one too LOL. I had it for a very long time. Since I got it at such a young age, my teeth were not complete yet. And based on my x-ray, I've got several impacted wisdom tooth that's going to come out so my doctor waited for it. I only got it removed when I was in my 3rd-year college. So I had my braces for 7 years. HAHA

14. I can’t whistle. I tried. I don’t know how to. I can’t do it. PERIOD

Cupcake Nail Art, Cheetah Print Nail Art, Polka Dots Nail Art

15. I love doing my nail art from when I was in High School to College. I don't like my nails plain and simple back then, so I put a design on it and make it fun. I'm always into art and being creative. Creativity is inventing, experimenting, growing, taking risks, breaking rules, making mistakes, and having fun. So my parents saw that potential in me, and they made me choose Architecture as my profession.

These are my high school arts that I saw on my facebook LOL.

Circa 2015. Photographed By: Iks Virina

16. I'm not a morning person. I hate waking up so early. I only wake up so early if I have important errands to run or if I have to go to work. I love sleeping during the day and staying up during the night. I'm a night owl. There's something about being up at night that makes it more peaceful to work and think. Most of my creative juices come out during the night. And I've read that night owls have better mental alertness than early risers. I don't need caffeine to keep me up at night. LOL

Circa 2015. Photographed By: Iks Virina

17. I'm not a coffee person. Don't get me wrong, I love the smell of coffee. It's just that the coffee doesn't like me at all. Every time I drink coffee, especially those with high caffeine like espresso, I end up palpitating and having heartburn. I can drink it but not too much, and sometimes I preferred Frappuccino. I'm more of a tea person. I love chamomile and red berries flavors.

FEU I.D. vs BPSU I.D.

18. I went to two schools back in College. When I was in my senior year in High School, I didn't really plan my college life. I have no idea what school I am going to attend. I only know was my mom wants me to take up Architecture even though I don't want to. So yeah, I end up going to Far Eastern University for 2 years. Then, my Dad, he was working abroad in Libya, and there was a war at that time in the Middle East. So they had to go home and stopped working. We have no income, we had financial issues, and that's when I decided to return home and study in my hometown, get a scholarship because I have no choice. I was in college for 6 years, supposedly 5 years only but I had to retake some of my subjects that I already took up in my previous school because the school didn't credit it.

Back in 2015, I tried to dress up like Blair Waldorf. She loves wearing headband hehe

19. My favorite show of all time is Gossip Girl. It's like the first rated r tv shows that I really got hooked up and fall in love with. It's the reason why I've always wanted to go to New York. I have watched this already a few times, and it doesn't get old. I love Serena Van Der Woodsen (Blake Lively), her style, and the way she carries her clothes. She's this free-spirited, charming, nice, laidback IT GIRL. And then Blair Waldorf (Leighton Meester) aside from her classy, preppy style, I like her domineering and loyal personality. Plus her romantic on and off love affair with Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick). But my biggest crush on this show is Nate Archibald (Chace Crawford), oh god I love his eyes, it's so sexy! HAHA

Sandbox Adventure at Pampanga; Bike Trailing and Wakeboarding at Nuvali, Laguna; and Skimboarding at Boracay

20. I love some good adventure. I have this bucket list of things to do before I die, and I want to fulfill that. Like traveling the whole world, plus I want to go skydiving or bungee jumping. Aside from that, you're just not creating memories, you're also trying new things. And I'm always up for trying new things, and I like challenging myself sometimes. Life is boring if you don't at least try or go out of your comfort zone. Just try new things once in a while, and don't be afraid to soar high.

What’s something random about you? And if you make a post, share it below. Thank you so much for dropping by!

Love Lots, Jamie