#it came on in my playlist rn and i froze up

[nebuvoid]

i swear i have minor trauma from the toy box music in kh3. the amount of time i spent in that hell hole taking shots of hints (and theres a lot)(youd think its the game area but its actually the doll one). and when i moved ALL the blocks from that kids carpet with roads on it area??? hell

[sweetkpopmusings]

vernon best friend headcanons <3

a/n: i love vernon so much platonically (and non-platonically) and i needed some serotonin at 2 am so here we are :,-) also pics not mine ofc!

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!vernon x gn!reader | requests: open

definitely the ride-or-die type of best friend

it doesn’t matter if you met when you were younger or as adults — once he knew how much you two clicked, he became one of your most loyal and loving supporters

but i think he shows it in the silliest ways

like you tell him a bad joke, and, when you look at him for a reaction, he says “shutup, stupid” but with the softest smile on his face

he will NOT give in by laughing but you know he loves it

he is such a silly little guy himself

so y’all are frequently doing dumb shit together

not just the texting only in memes (which happens frequently since you both have developed a shared collection of reaction pics/gifs)

but you’ll both just be talking and suddenly you’re acting out this whole bit you came up with on the spot about a shirt that’s made of the shamwow

even if you don’t think of yourself as a funny person, you become a comedic genius in the presence of vernon

jokes aside, your friendship is a source of calm

he’s the type of friend you turn to for solace on your most stressful days 

even if he sometimes doesn’t know how to properly react (homeboy froze up the first time he saw you cry but he only got awkward because he felt so sad seeing you so sad :-( what a sweet angel) he ALWAYS makes you feel comforted 

and he’s always willing to learn more about what you need in terms of support because he always wants to be the best friend he can be ! 

it goes the same for you too — while it takes a lot for him to get vulnerable, when he builds that trust with you, you cherish it by gaining the tools needed to support him

and he’s so grateful for it like his heart swells with joy whenever he leans on you in hard times because he’s so lucky to have you as a rock 

speaking of rock

“black eye” is the proof i needed for my argument that vernon is in his angsty / emo / pop punk phase

so he’s totally the bestie who will jam out to pop punk with you (if you’re into it! i’m very into it and i would give everything i have to listen to neck deep with vernon like i'm being so serious rn)

in fact, he is the bestie who will jam out with you to your favorite music any time anywhere

he LOVES collaborative playlists that you two make together

and yes these sometimes become super niche and specific 

but whether you’re listening to your “top shower songs” playlist or your “standing in the back corner of a gas station deciding on which drink to buy so you can use their bathroom” playlist, this is one of vernon’s best ways to appreciate and celebrate your friendship

he thinks the best way to know each other is through sharing music and all the other things you like/enjoy, and that’s how you learned a lot about each other in the beginning of your friendship 

you of course meet the rest of seventeen and vernon has so much pride every time one of the members comments on how cool/funny/smart/etc you are

because he’s like YEAH that’s MY best friend right there!!!!!!!!

will be so down to take cool af photos of you 

even if he needs some coaching on what your best angles / preferred poses are he is taking down copious notes so he can nail it every time 

i can’t believe how long this is getting jfc i guess i really want vernon to be my buddy

he loves to just vibe with you

since you two are on the same wavelength most of the time, he thinks it’s the most fun to get food and chill at home watching movies, tv, or youtube together

like whatever you’re in the mood for you’ll do and it’ll be a great time because you’re together 

he also strikes me as the type of best friend who likes being friends with your other friends 

he doesn’t need to be super close with them, but he wants to make sure you are able to have him in a group setting too because he knows your other friends are important to you 

i think he also loves mimicking you

like if you say something he thinks is interesting/funny he will immediately repeat it 

whenever he tells stories that involve you, he impersonates you perfectly (this is also true when he is telling a story about you to you)

it’s just another way he shows how much he pays attention to you and loves you

overall he’s such a fun guy to be around and whenever you’re together it’s carefree and comfortable and secure 

he is ALWAYS by your side because he knows you’ll do the same for him

and he is ALWAYS ready to make fun of you for the same reason 

someone please give me a vernon tysm 

[nat-has-two-girlfriends]

Lmfao misty is getting into her musical theater arc

LOTTIE GIRLIE WGAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT 😭😭😭

go Shauna yass queen

LMFAK go misty

So true nat

Omg van

I love the theme tune tbh

Lmfao go misty (young)

Oh no Lottie is not having it

Wow

Misty and Lottie just talking about their gf like yeah we were going to kill him but someone else died instead

Ok it can’t save all of their lives if they have to kill people but anyway

Misty just lying to everyone 💀💀💀

Shauna on her way to do her Shauna-best

aww Travis nooo

The same place????

Oh it’s turning into a proper altar now

Girlie you can’t cry the tears will freeze on your face and you’ll get frostbite

That’s a really good model

Blind???

Coach hanging out in his tree be like ����

I wonder if coach is still out there

Oh the ritualness of it

Draw the symbol!!

Ooooh misty sneaking

They always got her sneaking around something

Mood

Who needs a lock pick when you have a rock and a nail (where did she get it from)

OMG HER PHONE

caligula my baby

Why is it still alive??

WALTER GET YHE GUCK AWAY

Making masks with your ex gf

Van I love you but let her be delusional

Shauna and nat homoerotically staring at eachother 🧍

YAY CALLIE AND JEFF ON THEIR WAY

Who’s that

BOOOOOO

NAT HI

Omg she went to see her kid <333

Fucking love lisa and also the actress playing her

Nicole Maine <333 watched her in supergirl

I can’t with all the purple 💀💀💀

ONG IM WEARING PURPLE RN?? wack

Nat no!!!!

Oh it’s Ben again

BEN LITERALLY LIKE 🧍

He’s like what the fuck

Mood

Omg nat

You’re not like other girls ✨🕺

Nat baby no!!!

It’s not your fault!!!

Is coach just going to stay in the wood place and never get rescued cause he’s out there 🧍

Go van!!

Wow the guilt tripping is top notch

WHAT IS THAT SPOTLIGHT WALTER STOP SINGJNG

is it Jeff???

BOOO ITS KEVYN GO AWAYYYY

shut up Walter

Wait no keep going annoy him into living

What’s he making???

Why 🧍

A coven??? Mood

Shut up Walter

Go Callie!!! We Stan!!

Mood

That’s how I talk to my father tbh

MY KEVYN X JEFF SHIP IS SAILING

My fave crack ship tbh

Shut up Jeff

AWWWW JEFF MY LOVE <3333

WOOOOOO

Go JEFF

WE STAN JEFF IN THIS HOUSE

THE BEST FAILHUSBAND

oh shit kevyn is dead

FUCKING KNEW IT

it’s the fenobarbytol again slay

Awww go Walter

WALTER X JEFF???

NO IT FROZE

Real

JEFFREY???

LMFAO

woah gay panic????

Walter is so creepy he’s a funky little guy

He’s like American psycho

THAT WHEEZE 💀💀💀💀

FIYAH 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Actually there’s no fire

What’s he doing

That is not all that came out of javi 💀💀

WAIT IS BEN BACK IN THE HOLE???

But there’s nothing to eat???

Damn travis is not having a good day

I have to go away in 20 minutes and I’m not going to finish the episode 😭😭😭

Have to wait two hours after that

Awww the carved him a little figurine

Is that a wolf??

WOLFPACK! FORM A! WOLFBRIDGE!

Are they just going to have a bunch of wolf things on the mantle

Atleast they kind of honored travis??

IS IT NOT COOKED???

Aww my guy is so sad

WHY WOULD YOU BITE IT WITHOUT COOKING IT

DUDE

Yay misty!!

So true Misty #1 motivational speaker ���💯💯🔥🔥🔥

Who’s that

Oh it’s Lottie again

The voices

Oooh this music is so cool

Someone needs to make a playlist of all the Yellowjackets this song is fire 🔥🔥🔥

The symbolism

What is she wearing??

Oh she’s investigating

She knows

Is she happy???

Go Tai

I’ll have 13 minutes left it’s gonna be torture

NAT NO DONT CRY WHATS GOING ON

please don’t tell me she’s going to sacrifice herself cause she felt like she needed to be sacrificed and never got to be

Fireplace!!! Slay!!!

Oh the masks

Snazzy

Awwww my girlies

Misty is a leader!!! Again!!!

NAT GOING INTO PROTECTIVE GF MODE AGAIN

“Who’s we?” 🧍

LOTTIE NO

Did she make herself more emo???

Go Callie!!!

Get the fuck away pornstache

Kill him!!! Like mother like daughter!!!

Mood

WHY IS IT SO DARK I CANT SEE ANYTHING

crime boyfriends!!

Oh Lottie got the queen

Lmfao

What’s she going to do

Oh no she doesn’t she’s just shuffling

MOOD

Misty’s little head shake I love her so much

Shauna can not shuffle cards what was that 💀💀💀

VAN WHY ARE YOU STARING

Van shut up

Misty looking at everyone with her big eyes I love her

DID SHAUNA TAKE OUT THE QUEEN

There’s definitely more cards than 6 in there what are they going to do 💀💀💀

LOTTIE IS FULL ON EMO

Lottie shut up

💀💀💀💀

Lottie is not okay

I’m going to end up researching all of these cards after 💀💀💀

Ace of spades??? For misty??? Mood

I’m going to get really back into tarot after this arent I 💀💀💀

Slay nat

Do they just keeping going around???

Bro.

Lottie is not okay

Ooooh flashbacks

So slay

WHO

It’s Shauna

SHAUNA BO

Shauna

Shauna

Shauna

Shauna

Shauna

NO MY BABY

SHAUAN

SHAUNA

No don’t go away!!! Ong I knew it was Shauna at the mask scene 😭😭😭

TAI PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN

💀💀💀😭😭😭😭

RUN

SHAUNA GET OUT OF TUERE

Lmfao

Time out 💀💀💀💀💀

Mood

Bros not okay

????

LMFAO

SHAUNA RUN

Lmfao

ALL OF THEM RUNNING AFTEE HER 💀💀💀💀

KILL PORNSTACHE

KILL HIM

Walter????

Walter helping misty slay

Whoop whoop it’s the sound of the police

Jeff???

WHY IS IT SO DARK I CANT HEAR ANYTHING

Are they screeching???

GO CQLLIE

Go Callie!!!

Lottie really is an owl

Awww Lottie

Did Callie actually shoot her???

OMG SLAY

Lottie what 💀💀💀💀

TAI WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

Van youre in too deep

What?????

Also what do you mean that’s she’s powerful 💀🧍

Young Lottie is not okay

ONG ITS THE EXTRA

she looks like someone I know 💀💀💀

Oooh van slay

Shut up van

Also slay van

Where is coach???

Uh oh

The prophet doesn’t have any visions anymore???

Misty????

Who’s going to be the leader???

Who????

Nat???

KNEW IT

omg 😭😭😭

Bro’s blathering

LISA

Lisa my baby I love you

Shit I have 13 minutes left and I have to go now 🫡

Not making another post I’ll just come back to this one

Okay I’m back and no one knew hehehe

Time to be emotionally devastated

ITS SO DARK I CANT FUCKING SEE ANYTHING

my babies no!!!

the trauma and the explaining away that it wasn’t them but something darker but excuses!!

Is nat the antler queen now???

Is coach Ben there???

Nat is shooketh

Who’s that

Oh it’s one of the extras

Did she bow????

MARI SLAY

this song is so slay

A curtesy??? Lmao

MISTY IS SO SILLY I LOVE HER

that’s gay as fuck

She’s the only one that made nat laugh <3333

Go van

Go tai

Go shauna

Uh oh Travis

Oh he’s okay

Slay ig

Shauna!!! Hug her!!

She needs a hug!!!

Someone give her a damn hug

Oh she’s smiling

LISA NO

Lisa!!!!

Misty??????

Misty whats in your hand

OMG MISTY US GOINF TO KILL LISA

WAIT SHE STABBED NAT

No what the fuck

NAT WHAT THE FUCK

Oh she’s in purgatory

NAT NO

Nat????

NO SHE HAS TO LIVE

She’s going to live

THERES POLICE COMINF THO

She’s going to live!!!

MISTY NO!!!!!

LOTTIE??? MISTY

Misty

Misfagsvdgfbf

She hdgwgahsdhdgf

I’m going to fucking cry

What the fuck

What the fuck

What the fuck

What the absolute tuck

No

Misty

Misty baby I’m so sorry

Misty

Misty

No

Shsgsgsgdgfgfhff

Oh my god

NAT DONT

YEAH SHES NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THERE

Cause she’ll live!!!

YOUNG NAT SHUT UP WITH THE SURVIVOR GUILT

Ahagsvsgdgdhfhdhaaggsdgdgdhfhf

NO!!!!!

MISTY!!!

NAT!!!

PLEASE!!!

NAT!!!!

NAT!!!!!

MY BABY

Don’t listen to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NAT MISTY IM SO SOREY

Genuinely sobbing now

SHE IS NOT FUCKING DISEASED

That’s a shitty end

What the fuck

No

No

Misty!!!!

Misty!!!!

What the fuck

Drug overdose???

So it was a syringe???

Why wouldn’t it have been a knife???

She would have had a chance!!

MISTY!!!!?

she’s in shock

Booooooo

Walter get the fuck away

NO!!! THEY WONT BE SAFE!!!

SHE WAS YOUR WIFE NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND

Misty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Misty!!!! No!!!!!

she saved lives and she also took them away

No it won’t fucking be okay Jeff

Okay predictions is that all of the yellow jackets are going to end up dying at the ends of the seasons

And they’ll be reunited in death or something

Oh she’s going to a mental asylum

No!!! It did not want that!!! No it’s not pleased!!! Shut the fuck up!!

Nat!!!!!

Callie’s not okay

Is she smiling??? No

Mistyyyy

Nat!!!!

Who’s writing???

Oh it’s going to be so heartbreaking watching young nat knowing she dies

Oh it’s Shauna

What happened???

Forest fire??? Idk it’s so dark

Is someone going to die again???

It that a dream??? It has to be its the middle of winter

Go for the windows???

Did someone leave the fire on???

Van????

Oh god where are they going to stay

They have to make another house

They won’t survive otherwise

They’ll have to pile everything

I think there’s a couple people missing???

How did that happen?????

What???

Did someone just leave the fire on or something

Okay I say this from the bottom of my heart. What the fuck.

okay im watching the finale now I’m just going to live chat it

[mxsmwndr]

Merry Christmas, Darling

Pairing: Modern!Newt x Reader

Summary: Being single is tough sometimes. Friends tease you, family members don't leave you alone, and people flirt with you constantly. It's especially tough when you have a crush on your best friend. Especially when you need him to pretend to be your date to a party.

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: Nothing too bad. There is a small panic attack towards the end.

A/N: Happy holidays!! This one's dedicated to the wonderful @technolilly! Thank you for all of your requests!! There may or may not be a crush x reader fake date coming soon Bold is texting back and forth, and if you don't have your ears pierced, pretend they're something else! Here's the 'Soft Rock' playlist from this story! I actually have one!! (Cannon that Newt only listens to rock. Alt for if he's feeling pumped/angsty, and classic for the relaxing times/late nights)

Disclaimer: I don't own your or Newt or this idea

"Actually, you're wrong." You said before you could stop yourself.

"Oh, really?" Minho challenge. "How so?"

Shuck. "Well, you see... um, I'm already dating him. It's just... it's a secret, so you can't tell anyone." You said.

Minho raised an eyebrow, but seemed satisfied with your answer. "Okay. Then prove it." He said.

Oh shuck. You thought, but still decided to see how far you could push yourself. "How?"

That would give you time to come up with a lie.

Minho shrugged, and you cursed yourself.

"Fine." You said. "I'll bring him to the Christmas party Saturday." No, no! You shucking liar! Shut up! The voice inside your head screamed at you. You ignored it, though, enjoying the idea of destroying Minho's delicate ego.

In a friendly way, of course.

Minho looked shocked for a moment, which soon melted into a sly smirk. "Good. I'll see you there, then." He said, and cockily leaned against the staircase railing besides him.

You were about to release the breath you didn't realize you held until Minho spoke up again. Quickly, and to stop yourself from saying anything else you'd regret, you decided to distract yourself by tying your shoes.

"Oh." He said, clicking his fingers as if he just remembered something. "Thomas said to dress fairly nice." He said with a wink, and turned around to open the door.

"I always 'dress fairly nice'." You mumbled to yourself, and stopped Minho from leaving you at the door. "Minho!" You yelled. He turned, "Never wink at me again!" Minho smiled at you, signaling that he got your message. You got your other shoe on, yelled a quick goodbye, and shut the door behind you, making your way to your car. "How am I gonna get out of this one?" You asked yourself while you drove home.

--

Remember when you specifically asked Minho not to tell anyone about you and Newt? Yeah, that didn't really work.

Lesson learned, Minho's not great at keeping secrets.

He's not even close to being good, actually.

The next day, which just had to be Monday, was the day you discovered that. Really, it was when you found out that Minho told Thomas, who told Teresa and Brenda, who told Aris, who called Sonya, who decided not to tell Newt but instead to tell Harriet, who told Alby. Luckily, Alby can keep a secret. And as it turns out, he can make other people keep secrets.

So when Newt got to school on Wednesday, he didn't know anything about your little lie.

And that's how you liked it.

"Hey, Newt!" You called to your best friend, and ran over to him while waving a hand.

He turned to you, and his beautiful golden eyes locked with yours. "Hey!" He said excitedly as he limped towards you.

You gave Newt a hug, which he eagerly returned. Then, you pulled him away, hardly noticing the way he clutched onto you for a little longer. You kept your hands rested on Newt's shoulders, and looked him deeply in the eyes.

"I need to tell you about something." You said slowly while you checked your sorroundings for eavesdroppers (Minho and Thomas). When you were finish, you added "But not here."

Newt gave you a confused look, but Minho jumped onto his shoulders, so the expression quickly melted into a boyish grin. They did a little handshake, and you decided to be on your way to your first hour the second Minho winked at you--even though you told him not to.

--

U busy rn? You texted Newt. His Bitmoji popped up, and put a hand on it's chin like it was thinking.

No Came the response after a few seconds.

Kay You said. You thought for a moment, and quickly typed a response. Wanna fake date? You asked. Shaking your head, you quickly deleted the response and came up with another one.

R u going to the christmas party?

Newt's Bitmoji thought again, dissapeared directly after his response popped up.

Planning on it

Again, you replied with: Kay

Can u help me with something? You added, just before anxiety of Newt's reaction told you not to. Theres a guy at school who won't leave me alone... so can you pretend to by my boyfriend? Just for a little bit

With what Newt texted.

You thought for a moment, and replied with a quick lie; This is going to sound rly weird but there's a shank at school who keeps flirting with me so I may or may not have told him that I had a boyfriend so he'd back off? You slammed 'send' before your anxiety even thought of telling you no. Again.

Newt's Bitmoji jumped up, and started thinking. This felt like an eternity for you, when it was mere seconds.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it really was and eternity, and you thought it was only a few seconds. Maybe he really was about to screenshot it to send to all of his friends and ruin your life.

But that wasn't like him. Not at all.

So maybe he was trying to think of an answer so he couldn't mess this up instead--or he was asking his sister for help. Maybe he loved what you guys had, and didn't want to ruin it over a silly crush. Maybe he wanted to date you for real instead.

Whatever the reason, you both hated being put in this position. Maybe some (you) more than others.

Oh my god. Why'd I do that?! I screwed us up. Oh no, oh no. You thought. You were about to write a reply saying nevermind, when Newt's response popped up.

So u want me to pretend to be the boyfriend

You winced at yourself, at how cringy it sounded--asking your best friend to fake date you so you could prove something else to your other best friend while having secret feelings for the first one--but reluctantly confirmed Newt's theory.

Newt took a while to respond, but still less than he did before. Who is the slinthead anyway

What? You asked yourself. What does that have to do with anything?

You didn't want to point fingers, so you went with a safe bet in saying: You don't kno him.

Does Minho

No

Tommy

No

Anybody

Not that I know of. Why does this matter so much? U gonna beat him up?

Newt typed a response, but apparently deleted it and typed something else. You meant the text as a joke.

I can go so I'll drive u to Tommy's at 6:30. He said to dress nice so send me a pic of your dress so I'll match my tie

Wait. What?

Did you read that right? You went back and reread Newt's reply.

Yep. Newt just agreed to fake date you.

Oh, shuck! You thought. Newt just agreed to fake date me!

Thx! IOU 1!! You keyed in, and shut your phone off. You sighed, thanking the gods under your breath. A goofy grin soon spread across your face, and you walked over to your closet to pick an outfit.

--

"How about this?" You asked, turning to face your friends for about the 50th time that night. The dress was elegant and red. The knee-length velvety hugged your skin warmly. You had black tights underneath, but no shoes picked out yet.

Brenda eyed you up and down like a judgemental mother would to her daughter. "Well..."

"YES!" Sonya screamed, leaping up from her seat. Teresa jumped, suddenly awake, causing you to giggle slightly.

"Oh my god, Newt will love it!" Sonya said, running over to admire the dress up close.

You smiled, "You really think so? It's not too much?"

"Too much? Are you kiddin' me!? He loves you no matter what you do!" She said, spinning you around in the dress.

You froze. What? Oh... You suddenly realized the deal with Min, and your muscles relaxed.

Sonya froze as well. With that, you heart rate quickened. It felt like it was going to burst. At least, until Sonya shouted "We need jewelry!" And dragged you towards your dresser.

She dug through the drawers like they were her own, and turned to you when she found nothing. "(Y/n)! Where's your jewelry?!"

You gave her an odd look. "Uh... I don't have any?"

"What!?" Brenda screeched from your bed. She loved jewelry; anything from toe rings to finger rings to nose rings. She ran over to you and your friend.

You sent her a sheepish smile. "Yeah--"

"I'll be back!" Brenda said, holding up her index finger to show a number one, like saying 'give me a sec' or something.

You met Sonya's eyes, and she laughed. You did too.

Sonya laughs like her brother. Cheerfully and free of cares of who could be watching. It was contagious.

Soon, you were laughing as well.

Until Teresa asked if you and Newt have kissed yet.

"Uh... no. Why?" You responded.

Teresa smirked at you. "No reason," she said in a sly voice. Like a snake.

Sonya sent her a glare, but it was interrupted when Brenda waltzed back into your room with a makeup bag.

Or... rather a jewelry box.

Brenda dug through her box, in search of the perfect accessories. Sonya was about to join her, when Brenda jumped up, startling Teresa.

Again.

"These!!" Brenda said, holding up a sparkling pair of dangly earrings.

You eyed them, "Okay...?" You said, and hesitated before taking them out of her hands.

While you put them on, Brenda began her search for rings, necklaces and/or bracelets. She finished by the time you did, but Sonya handed the silver bracelets to you.

When they were secured, you turned back to your friends. "Cute!" Sonya and Brenda squealed.

"Aw, my baby girl is all grown up!" Sonya said, even though you were older. Her hands were next to her cheek while she smiled at you, giving you the look you give your friend when they're about to get married.

"And she's dating your brother!" Brenda needlessly added. This caused you to blush.

"So cute!" They squealed once more. You looked to Teresa for help, but she just smiled and took a picture.

Sonya's phone rang in her pocket. She opened it, and looked to you apologetically. "I have to help Newt." She said, starting to leave.

"Byeeee!" Brenda and Teresa called after her.

"Bye!" Sonya returned.

"Thanks for making me not look stupid!" You called after her.

Sonya gave you a two fingered salute while she walked away. She turned around, "Don't mess that dress up, (Y/n). I'll bring heels before the party."

"Heels?" You groaned.

"Yes, heels." Brenda responded, bringing you to the mirror. She pushed your hair out of your face, and lead you over to your mirror. "Now we need to figure out makeup." She said.

--

You were exhausted, but you were finally party ready. You checked your reflection in the mirror, qquadruple-checking to make sure there wasn't any wrinkles you missed. Your makeup shimmered in the light of your room. It was natural, but fancy. Nothing too much.

The honk of a car horn interrupted your thoughts. You peered through your window to find Newt, gave him a quick wave, and grabbed your heels before walking out the door of your house.

Newt reached across the passenger seat, and opened the door for you.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to this." You said to Newt, shutting the car door behind you.

"No problem." He was dressed nicely, too. A black shirt tucked into black pants with a red tie that matched your dress.

You put your feet up on the dashboard and started to put your shoes on. Newt eyed you, then your shoes.

"Are those Sonya's?"

You sent him a sheepish smile, "Yeah."

He laughed, and returned his attention to the road infront of him.

"I don't wear heels!" You said defensively.

Newt just laughed more. "You seem to be now!"

You groaned in frustration, and brought your feet down. You slouched low into the chair in a pout.

"It was a joke, babe!"

Your heart stopped. Babe? "'Babe'?" You repeated your thoughts.

"Er... yeah. I, uh... since we're...."

You giggled, "Relax, shuck-face. It's fine."

"Babe." You added.

Newt pulled into Thomas's driveway, and gave you a funny look. You were about to get out when Newt stopped you.

"Let me get the door for you." He said, leaping out of his seat and limping over to your side.

He opened the door, and you gave him a grateful look. He shut the door while still watching you, but your stares were interrupted by a wolf whistle.

You and Newt turned, and found Minho in the front of Thomas's house.

He wore his usual stupid smirk.

That bastard. You grabbed Newt's hand and pushed past Minho. You smirked to yourself in triumph after.

"Ship it!" Minho yelled from behind you.

Newt gave you a confused glance, but you brushed it off with an apologetic smile.

Until you lost your balance. Stupid heels! You felt yourself falling to the ground until a pair of strong arms caught you.

You looked up and found your savior to be Newt. You smiled, and thanked him before walking into the kitchen.

It didn't take Minho long to find you after. You'd say it probably was around 7:10 when he walked up to you with his stupid smirk that never seemed to wipe off.

He said nothing, just grabbed your arm and pushed you towards the living room. You followed, watching the groups of semi-drunk teenagers smile and dance. Suddenly you felt a harsh push from behind you. You stumbled forward a bit, in attempt to stop yourself from bumping into the dude in front of you. But of course, you being you in heels, you tried to use the dude for support, but failed miserably.

"Woah!" He said, his familiar accent hitting your ears while he caught you.

Once again, you thanked Newt for saving your pride.

And your dress.

"A little klutzy today, huh?" He asked with a laugh.

You looked down and blushed, "Yeah, I just--"

"Everyone look!" You heard Minho's voice yell. "Mistletoe!"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you looked to Minho for help.

Stupid idea, really. He wouldn't help you to save his life. He had to win this.

You looked back to Newt, who studied your face.

Until someone shouted, "Get on with it!" Your guess was Brenda.

Newt watched you still, and you wondered about what he could possibly be thinking.

Was there something on your face? Would he back out if you tried to kiss him? Would he even kiss back? Was he suddenly regretting his decision? Did he want to leave for home?

Questions fueled from doubt and anxiety flooded through your mind while you awaited Newt's rejection.

It never came, though. Instead, a cold hand wrapped around your neck and pulled you closer, and warm lips soon met your own.

As cheeseballs as it seems, you melted into it. Your hands went to Newt's neck, and he seemed to pull you closer.

Of course, your moment had to be interrupted by Minho, who cleared his throat obnoxiously. "Okay," he said. "You can stop now. I get it." You and Newt pulled apart, suddenly realizing that almost everyone at the party was staring at the two of you.

Your blush turned from fair to hard core.

"You're so cute!" Sonya squealed, holding up her phone.

Shuck. You thought to yourself. She taped it.

Newt smiled, and pulled you closer to him. His hand rested on your waist while his blush died down.

Where is all this confidence coming from?

You decided to shrug it off, and wrap your arms around your 'boyfriend' tightly.

You never wanted the night to end. But unfortunately all good things must.

The jitters from Thomas's party never stopped. Even when Newt drove you home.

"We should do that more often, yeah?" Newt asked you, while Aerosmith's Fly Away From Here faded into KISS's Beth. You recognized the playlist playing. It was the one you made for him.

Actually, you made it for yourself, first. It was called 'Soft Retro', and by far one of your favorites. You originally made it for the many nights where you couldn't sleep. Apparently, Newt loved it, so you passed it down to him. Love songs made you sick, anyway.

Not Newt, though. He seemed to enjoy them more than life herself sometimes. You're surprised you haven't caught him trying to waltz with a mop yet.

"What do you mean?" You asked Newt, trying to play his question with a silly laugh. He looked at you for a second, but returned his eyes to the road ahead. He shrugged,

"Party?"

"Did you just answer a question with another question?" You asked with your eyebrows raised.

"You did it first." Newt shot back.

"Touché," You mumbled. It was quiet for a moment, before Newt spoke up again.

"Was he there?" He asked you.

You looked at him, "Who?"

"The stupid shank."

"Oh, yeah." You said, suddenly feeling your heart sink deep into your chest. "Thanks for that." Newt was silent, so you panicked and added: "Especially for kissing me."

Newt laughed, "It was really no problem, luv." He said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided to bite his tongue.

"I know, but..."

You suddenly felt bad. Bad for dragging Newt into this, bad for lying to him so you could prove a point to Min. Bad for the entire night, really. You sighed, filled with regret so suddenly that it caused you to panic a little.

A lot, actually. Your breaths quickened, becoming shallower while tears flooded your eyes. Your chest felt heavy, too.

Everything felt heavy.

Until Newt's voice cleared some clouds in your head. "Hey, hey, luv. What's wrong? Hey..." He cooed slightly. He looked behind him, and turned on his turn signal, pulling over.

"I just..." Your voice broke, and you cautiously took a shaking breath. "I'm so, so sorry."

"About what?" Newt asked innocently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Stop being such a shuck-face. You told yourself. You closed your eyes loosely, "Do you know the real reason I asked you to pretend date me?"

Newt slowly shook his head. Great.

You forced a smile, it wasn't his fault, and redirected your attention to your lap, where your hands lay. "I was talking to Min... and he brought you up. I--" You cut yourself off. No. You told yourself. It's too late to turn back now. "He was teasing me about how you'll be at the party, because he thinks I like you, and I got sick of it, so I just... lied. I didn't think anything of it, but then h-he believed me, and I-I had to do something because he always wins every argument, so I texted you but when you asked me why I knew I couldn't say it so I told you that there was some shank but now--" You cut yourself off again. This time, by crying.

Newt watched you break into tears, speechless, as you gather yourself with a breath. He listened as you continued.

"I understand if you don't want to see me anymore," You said in a low voice. "I... I'll just find a ride home." You said, reaching to open the car door. Newt locked it instead.

You turned to face him hesitantly. Your head hung low, like a guilty puppy.

"(Y/n)," He began, but you stopped him.

You couldn't take the rejection. Not yet.

"No, it's fine. I can get an Uber or something. I'll see you Monday--"

"(Y/n)." Newt said more urgently. "Do you know what song is playing?"

You looked to Newt. It was an easy question. Like, a suspiciously easy question.

"All The Way." You mumbled.

"M-hm. And did you know it's my favorite song?"

You internally rolled your eyes at his questions. What was this? National ask a stupid question day? "Yeah."

"Do you know why it's my favorite?"

You shook your head.

Newt reached over to you, never breaking eye contact as he took your hands in his own. "Because it reminds me of you. That kiss... I knew I'd take you all the way if you wanted me to." He licked his lips. "Because I love you...

"And I know you love me too."

You were shocked. Was this some kind of sick joke? Did he know you listened to All The Way whenever you missed him because it reminded you of him? Did Minho put him up to this?

Newt placed one of your hands on his cheek, but kept his on top. "Don't you?"

Too late now. You gave him a slight nod, and Newt broke into a boyish grin. He happily leaned over to where you sat in the passenger seat, and gave you a light peck on the lips.

"I knew it." He whispered under his breath. You smiled, and returned Newt's kiss, stopping him from saying more. He smiled, glancing down to your lips before leaning in slowly. Again.

You met him halfway, and the two of you shared one of the best kisses in history.

It was only a bonus to see Minho's surprised expression Monday morning.

[mookoo-writes]

~Perfect Family~ (EraserMic x Genderfruid! Teen! Reader)

[Part 1?]

Authors Note: This is sort of a comfort fic for myself. I'm closeted genderfluid to my family (except my sister who is super supportive), and let's just say there have been some moments from my parents that I sort of took as a rejection. My friends have also been supportive and so many ways, it actually made me cry. In my life rn, I know my friends (+ sister) are more supportive than my family. I'm probably going to show one of my friends this... so hi friendo and thank you for the support you've given me. ((I don't know if you want your name exposed so I won't say.))

Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing(s): EraserMic (Eraserhead x Present Mic) x Genderfluid! Teen! Reader (platonic) Warning(s): Rejection, cursing, Aizawa & Hizashi being good dads, platonic reader

-My headcanons that will be in here- *Hizashi being super soft and gentle in serious situations *Trans Aizawa *Aizawa and Hizashi are married *Hizashi has jumped from foster home to foster home *Aizawa was raised in a bad home

~~~~~1st P.O.V~~~~~ "I guess I don't have a daughter anymore"

Just like that, my dad closed the door on me. Tears running down my face as I shakily grasped the three bags lying next to my legs. Glancing at a pile of snow near me, I spotted my binder, wet with holes in it. I grasped the fabric in my hand and proceeded to walk down the street.

I never thought this would happen. I never would have imagined my own parents throwing me out just because of who I actually am. Telling them was a bad decision. Thinking they would be supportive was the worst choice I could make. I should have thought more about how they reacted when I told them I wanted male clothing. I should have seen all the signs.

It was in the middle of December at the dead of night. Probably one of the worst times to be walking back to my dorm in U.A. I pulled my scarf up to my nose, so no one has to see my emotional breakdown about to happen any second now.

I caught glims of the gates leading into U.A. grounds and sighed in relief. When I get to my dorm, I'm planning to curl up in a ball and cry the night away. Good thing everyone left so they don't hear me. They've all gone home for the holidays to their families, something I was originally going to do.

As I walk through the entrance, I could hear footsteps coming from the opposite direction. Not good, not good. Pulling up the fabric wrapped around my neck, I tried to hide my face as much as possible.

"My favorite listener! Why are you out this late and not with your family?" That is the voice of Present Mic. Completely ignoring his question, I waved and kept walking.

Mic wasn't an idiot. He knew something was wrong by the way your eyes were red and puffy, and he wanted to know.

"Hey now, what's up?" Concern laced over his voice as he now stood behind me. I stopped in my tracks, my head still down. "I-i'm fine." My voice was shaky like I was ready to burst into tears. Well... I was. I could feel a hand on my shoulder turn me around. I came face to face with one of my favorite teachers. Mic bent down to my hight and spoke, "I've been doing this hero thing for a while to know that you are not 'fine'." I played with the sleeves of my coat as he waits for me to answer.

"I just..." I started, trying to find the right words. "I just told my parents something I probably shouldn't of." I didn't look up at his saddened eyes as I shuffled my feet.

"Is it because of your gender?"

You froze. How did he know? Have I been that obvious? "How did-" Tears welled up in your eyes again. Mic opened his arms wide with a sad smile on his face. I quickly ran into his arms and hugged tightly as I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Don't listen to what they say. You can be whatever you want to be. You're valid." Hearing those words come out of his mouth made me cry harder.

I could feel myself being lifted in the air, wind blowing past my face. I clutched the binder tightly as I felt like I was moving. "Hey, I have an idea," Mic said softly yet excitedly. I hummed, looking around to see he was heading to the dorm buildings. "Why don't we stop at a 24/7 open store, get some ice cream, and head to my place. I don't want to leave you alone after this, and I especially don't want you to be alone on Christmas." I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my coat and looked at Mic. "Are... are you sure. I don't want to bother you and  Mr. Aizawa on your break."

Mic pushed open the door to the dorm building and began to walk up the stairs. "I'm positive. What room?" "8 and... thank you." The teacher smiled widely as he stopped at my door. He gently set me down on the ground so I could unlock the door.

Opening the door leading into my room, I placed my bags on the ground and emptied one of them. "So, how long do you want me to stay? Tonight? The next two days?" Mic pocked his head in as he didn't want to be disrespectful to come into my room. "I was thinking the whole two weeks if you're comfortable with that, that is." I stopped in my tracks as I listened to his words. A whole two weeks? "Are you-" "Yes I'm sure" Mic cut me off with a laugh. "And I'm sure Shouta wouldn't mind too. You are his favorite student, even if he won't admit it."

I mean, it would be better than staying alone. I thought about it for a moment, before nodding with a weak smile.

As I packed everything I needed, I explained Mic the event that took place half an hour ago. When I finished, I walked out of my room and locked the door before turning around to meet Mic. He was leaning on the wall while whistling a toon. I smiled and trotted over to him, giving him a thumbs up. "I'm guessing your ready listener?" I gave a small nod as we headed our way out.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~ Mic and I walked into a condo-like apartment that was located on the very top of the building. It looked like something from a movie. Records on the wall, fancy fireplace, expensive looking speakers, etc. To be honest, I wouldn't expect anything less from Present Mic.

Earlier before we walked out of the elevator, Mic warned me to be quiet.  Aizawa gets pretty angry when he wakes him up.

Right after Mic closed the door, there was a voice. "It's about time your home. You were out later than... Y/n?" I slowly turn around to find Aizawa standing there with a pair of pink sweat pants on. His cold stair piercing into my soul like daggers. I shakily raised my hand and waved "It's nice to see you, Mr. Aizawa." Mic turned around and took off his shoes.

"Shouta! I didn't expect you to be up!" I followed Mic's action and slipped my own shoes off. "Hizashi, can I talk to you for a minute." Aizawa's stare hasn't left me. I fidgeted with the strap that was slung on my shoulders. "Sure. The guest bedroom is down the hall to the right." Mic ruffled my hair and sent me off to find the room I'll be staying at.

As I looked around, I could hear them speak.

"Why are they here and not with their family?"

"Because I saw them walking onto U.A. grounds as I was leaving, holding a wet binder and carrying more bags than they left with"

"What does that have to do with anything."

"That has to do with a lot, Shouta. Their family threw them out of the house and left them on the streets."

"Still. It's inappropriate to bring a student to a teacher's home."

"Shouta-"

"It was unprofessional of you. You can't invite every student in."

"Shouta-"

"I'm going to talk to them and tell-"

"Aizawa Shouta!"

There was a pause for a moment before Mic spoke again.

"Listen to me. They got thrown to the curb because they are genderfluid."

Another moment of silence passed.

"I know we both didn't have the best homes. Hell, I didn't even have a place to call home. But do you know what kept us going? Each other. By the looks of what I've seen, Y/n doesn't have anybody. They always sit in the back alone. Not talking to anyone or opening up. They opened up to the people they trusted the most and look where they are. We need to be people they trust. We need to be there support."

There were some shuffling and bags being placed down. "Y/n reminded me of you. They gave the same face you made when you were called the wrong gender. You know what it felt like." I could hear a sigh come from Aizawa.

I was going to walk closer, but the floorboard creaked underneath my foot. A small groan escaped my mouth. I should probably just stay in the guest room until one of them call me for something.

As I walked into the guest bedroom, I spotted a mountain of black fur laying on the bed. Carefully setting my bags down, I gently stepped towards the creature. As I did so, their head popped up and looked at me with their yellow eyes. The cat stretched its limbs and plopped back down on the sheets. A small smile came across my face. After letting the black cat smell my hand, I gently pet their head. Hearing a purr of satisfaction, I decided to lay on the bed next to the cat. "Hey, cutie." They made a soft mew sound as they curled up next to my side.

I lay like that for a little bit until there was a knock at my door. I look up to see Mic standing in the doorway, except his hair was in a bun and wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt with a band logo printed on it. "How's about we watch a movie and eat that ice cream we promised you." He asked while leaning on the doorframe. "Sounds good."

The next hour and a half was filled with comments about the movie or just conversing and completely ignoring it. Eventually, the movie ended and the ice cream was devoured. Mic had gone to bed but I couldn't sleep. Not with all that's happened today.

I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the torn and beaten binder along with some needle and thread. I walked back to my bed and began patching up the holes. Just looking at the peace of cloth made my eyes water, reminding me of the event that took place a few hours ago. I figured some music would help, so I put on my upbeat playlist on low volume.

As I was struggling to sow back the pieced, the door to the room opened. "Why are you still up." I jumped at the sudden presence and quickly looked up. Aizawa was standing their, hands in his pink pockets. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

Without saying anything, he walked towards me and took the binder out of my hands. He held it up to see all the holes and messy stitchings. "What happened to this?" he asked, completely ignoring your question. "Oh, that? It's just a cheap, old binder." I nervously laughed while rubbing my forearm. "My 'dad' may have torn it a little, too. " Sadness covered over my voice. "This won't do..." Aizawa walked out of the room, the old binder still in his hands.

He returned shortly after, handing me a nice black binder. "Try this on." He closed the door before I could ask any questions.

I slipped the binder on and spun around. This one compresses my chest better than that old rag of a binder. Throwing back on my shirt, I opened the door to let Aizawa in. "How does it feel?" He asked. "Perfect. It's so much better than the one I had!" Aizawa nodded. "Put your arms up and cough." I looked at him questionably but did as he said. "No pains?" I shook my head. "Good. That's a way to know if a binder actually fits." I nodded with a smile. A smile ghosted over Aizawas lips before walking out the room.

"Can I ask you a question?" The tired man stopped in his tracks, glancing at me. "Why did you have a binder?" Aizawa sighed before turning around to face me. "That used to be mine." I thought about it for a moment before the lightbulb in my head clicked.

"Your transgender?" Aizawa nodded. I could see no emotions on his face before he turned around again. "I just want you to know that I don't think of you any less of a man." He stopped once again and patted my head with a small smile.

"Thanks."

[icharchivist]

this is kind of a stupid ramble so don’t bother too much with it i just. had to get this out of my chest. It’s nothing bad, it’s nothing that bumps me out, it’s not even family or health problem, i’m fine. 

As much as I try to be.. let’s say po/sitive, and avoiding ne/gativity over things i like, d/a fandom online (in any corner, not just this hellsite) is a complete landmine. Everytime i grow too confident of how “anyway i like the game too much to be affected by vague negativity” i find one that kinda annoy me and remains at the back of my head for a while and it’s annoying. I end up battling with those for hours, and the more vague the more frustrating. (and it’s complicated to even exactly point out what kind of neg/ativity i mean. anyway don’t wanna talk about that.)

So like I had That Mood again because I am an idiot who don’t remember that there’s a reason why i follow only a very few selected blogs and never go in blogs i don’t know beforehand - 

and my playlist (which was basically my whole music library on random) started playing Enchanter, the tavern song - which is kind of the first tavern song you get in d/ai generally.

And... I was caught back by this sort of vivid memory of the first time i heard this song. I didn’t expect to have Tavern songs in the game, i was already in awe by most of the game, and i entered the Tavern and suddenly the music started I remember I froze irl. I was mesmerized, I put my character near Ma/ryden, and i stayed there for a long while - just starring at the screen, and letting myself being taken by the flow of the moment. 

I can’t even describe what it was like it was just. mesmerizing. soothing. grounding? it was so grounded in the reality of the game that i forgot everything else, all the problems all around me, even more my own problems. lol probably not really good to say it’s when i felt i was investing a part of myself, like i was letting this reality set in in the present, of letting it be its own reality, and that my investment would be from the heart, like i was there.  (not that the others games didn’t make me want to be invested - i kinda invest all of myself in things i do, i pour all my heart in stuff i love, i wouldn’t have played all those games like that this quick if i didn’t care this much. it just was.... guh i really can’t explain it more than that it’s such a special emotion. Not unheard of with me though. It reminds me of when I was 12yo sitting on the (*coughs* forbidden *coughs*) rooftop of my room at night while reading the H/arry P/otter books. or some others moments like that... I have those key moments for some of my favorite things, a vivid memory of something i associate with it - but the H/P one is the most vivid one and... a perfect exemple of this “emotional ephiphany” if i can say? Like, that one moment, where for about Ten Minutes, you were swallowed whole by the fiction you were invested in, with this complete blurr from the world around, with its reality setting in for a moment. That there was no reflection, no external gaze, just living it for a moment. That even the reality of the fiction itself is trensended by the emotion of that reality, that it sets place instead of concrete things. Of that bubble.)

 And the song came on random and it took me back exactly to that feeling for the time of the song. 

I don’t want to be one to complain all the time about the fandom (that’s what my t/witter is for) but sometimes i see out of nowhere things that upsets me in a way that I forget the raw emotions the game actually put me through. The reasons I feel this defensive because those games were... fullifying right at the right moment for me. They had a pretty good timing with my seasonal d/epression, d/ai especially left an impact on me i can’t exactly explain, i don’t know why this one in particular. OTL i mean that’s the reason why i’m at 1k hours of gameplay after 5 months, more or less. 

sometimes i get so fired up, or even worse, fired down (if that makes sense?) and it bumps me out so much that i forget those raw feelings.

those games feel like home - at least for now. 

I should distance myself even more from d/a blogs though. 

idk if i’m just growing old but i saw so many of the things i loved spiral down into a hateful hole to the point i forgot why I ever cared to start with, (H/P serves to me as a perfect exemple there as well. More than J/K/R’s screwups, which helped though, the fandom made it hard for me to look back at it foundly. It’s a hard work sometimes just remembering the simplest emotions associated to it). I just want to avoid it with things that makes me genuinely happy. It’s rare enough that I want to cherish that. I don’t want it to remove the emotions i have already a hard time cultivating those days. 

it could apply to any fandoms but y e. 

Still though I think i’m “back into blogging” (lmao remember when i was saying i was in h/iatus we barely believed it icha). I’ll still do my own rambles and hey i feel comfortable liveblogging a little again it’s been a while. (and in general anything but d/a is sooo not stressful, in the stuff i’m involved in at least. So there’s that). Just need to remind myself to be content with what i have now and stop caring this much for the opinions of complete strangers. to just remember to sit down and remember emotions for a moment and to not force myself to justify them to myself like i needed a good reason to feel this way. And that when i reblog edits/arts to not scroll onto the blog of the sources too much.

and idk why i’m rambling about it rn, just. I felt myself freeze completely as the song played and I felt back in December when I started the game, at this... moment.

I’m doing better now than I’ve been doing just a few months back already, that’s a start. Not great, not amazing, but definitly better.

I... don’t know where i’m going with it. It was. perticular.