#mine arent as bad as they were in high school but back then (and on bad days now) they usually calm down

[ghosttotheparty]

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(cw: tics, bullying)

Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.

Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)

'S just a shiver, I'm fine.

He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.

It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.

The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.

They got worse.

By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.

That year, he became the freak.

At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.

He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)

His tics got worse.

In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.

Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--

So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.

No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.

He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.

And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.

Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.

He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.

He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--

But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.

And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.

Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.

Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.

The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.

Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.

When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.

This one goes here, right?

Yeah.

On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.

It's okay. It's okay.

And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.

He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.

When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?

Steve kisses him.

And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.

One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.

Steve just says, Mine too.

[wanderrlust0]

cont.

i ran out of character space so heres part 2. its off topic but i wish i had more asian friendsLOL im so serious. i kinda wish i could have other asian friends who could relate to me and share the same interests in me. some would even share the same interests as my bf just bc were both slightly weebs lolol but in a chill, not excessive way. i think thats why me and snow got along so well from the start without even meeting bc theyre my only friend who is also a nerd like that. were both foodies in our own way and were always down for asian food lol. theyre also my only “goth/emo” friend so we have the most similarities when it comes to our sense of style and like id honestly love to have like a cute goth/emo friend group. whenever i see my mutuals on ig who have those friends and they post pics im like..you guys look so cool together and im jealous lol and im jealous of the friend groups that take cute pics together fr. but yeah idk, id like to meet more asian people but how could that happen, its so specific lmao the only thing i could think of is that app but i cant just start using it without discussing it with my bf and thats what id be nervous about bc like wth i feel like its such a strange requestttt LOL and im scared of judgement so yeah. theres like a slight, slim chance hed let me. i feel like the only way hed really be down for that is if we could share the acc on our own phones. (i think im actually gonna see if thats possible). he at least wont be turned off about the opportunity of making potential friends! he barely has friends to hang out with and i feel bad that he doesnt have a true friend group to do stuff with. his best friend lives in florida (like mine), him and his close friend went separate ways in life, and his school friend is no more in the picture. so like everyone he genuinely hung out with is just unavailable & all thats left are like the little friends that arent life long, yknow. i would like for him to find people he can share the same interest with but even when he tried finding them online they didnt stick. so yeah thats been on my mind. another kinda off topic thing is how hes been bad with replying lately!!! like he’ll just fall asleep early without saying anything to meee. like I KNOW hes on his phone from the time hes eating and in bed ready to sleep. the least he could do is send me a msg!! itll be like 9pm and he disappears:( its the worst on days where im so busy at work so i barely talk to him but then once im finally out hes not always responding fast enough, so again, barely talking that day. he’ll go out to eat lately and not share what he eats with me or send msgs in general! ik it sounds extra i guess but like he can at least send me a pic of something! im always sending him pics when im out with other people and sharing with him what im experiencing and he lowkey sucks at doing that. ill literally ask him to show me pics of places hes at bc he doesnt lol idk maybe its bc i like taking pics in general. but anyways, hes been replying so slowly lately so its been bothering me and also the weed!! how he starts to go nonverbal and then knocks out early when we take edibles bc he takes an insane amount of mgs and so were just on two diff levels of high as the day goes byyy. when we were eating out that day i suddenly told him that i think he overdosed on the edibles lmaoo i couldnt keep it in any longer. he now takes 500mg of a punch bar!!!! he gets the 1000mg bar when he used to get the 250mg one. he would take 2-3 squares. then it was 3-4. hes done the whole 250 maybe multiple? times (ik at least once) now its always 500!!!! &if im being truly honesttt, i dont like it. i dont like how hes like out of commission early. i used to throw up so much from bad trips and turns out i was just taking too much lmao i would get bad motion sickness or id eat too soon/too much. so id be so out of it and i hated that feeling so much and he would be awake and fine. id eventually come back to reality & wouldnt feel sick anymore but now its like the opposite, except he doesnt wake back up!!!!!

[sethredia]

got a minor yelling-at at work today, and my Logical brain is like "you did a lazy and your boss said dont do that again please, just dont do that again and you'll be fine, she likes you and the rest of the staff likes you too, and it was like a first offense and even if something were to happen your boss would talk to you about it first and you could make a case"

whereas my Anxiety brain is like "the next time i see my boss she is going to fire me and then im not going to be able to help pay bills because i cant drive so my available job application pool is super small and this was the only job in like three months that would call me back and it pays over minimum wage for really not a lot of work so me not doing the work today is SO BAD IM GOING TO LOSE MY JOB"

like yes my boss was a lil curt when she came in and was like "why arent you Doing Things" and sent me home a half hour early (le gasp (some things you see online as a youth stay with you forever even if they are as silly as le gasp)) but theres a difference between "im already sort of annoyed because i have to cover a shift tonight instead of being home with my family, and here i walk in to find an otherwise pretty-good-at-her-job employee doing nothing in the office" and "OH MY GOD IM SO ANGRY IM GOING TO FIRE HER" because hey. self. i love you. if she was that upset about it, it would have happened there in the moment.

anyway this has been popping up in my mind and hanging out like a physical weight on(in?) my chest since it happened and the internet says to journal about it if you think about the thing youre dwelling on for *checks article* more than three minutes??? which is an insanely short amount of time imho but like its been Several Hours so like. write it down i am doing. here. now. yay?

the other thing is i never do this on literally any other shift other than the ones i have with this one very specific coworker because she is. The Worst. like the vast majority of other people who work at this place are teenagers. its very much a high-school-first-job sort of work space that im stuck in because again it was the only place that would offer me a job that wasnt blatantly skirting what is and is not legal (i literally walked out, shaking, of a previous job interview after going "hey if youre not paying me to do this thing that is literally job training, this is illegal" and the manager laughed awkwardly like "no its an audition!" and i was like "you are literally showing me how to use the registers. this is an unpaid training, im Leaving"). anyway all this to say is that most of my coworkers are legal children. and this whole ass adult. like twenty-six and married adult woman. comes in and yells at my child coworker over not getting a call back about the application she put in. to the point where said child co-worker of mine comes back to the office where i was counting down my cash drawer before going home for the day, and calls her a cunt. and like i have never heard this girl say so much as crap before and we had a conversation when we first met if she was comfortable with me cursing around her because i would like to at least try to be conscientious about that sort of thing and she was like "you can say whatever, i just prefer not to while im at work" so i was like "oh my god"

AND THEN MY MANAGER HIRED HER??? FULLY AWARE THIS HAPPENED!!! so yeah already not a fan because someone who is willing to verbally berate a child is not what i would consider to be a good job candidate. but on top of all of that, she refuses to take any direction on how to do things. like we had to talk to her three different times about knife safety because its a kitchen, we have to cut things, therefore, sharp knives. sticking a knife in the sink and walking away is a Big Problem and she just wouldn't own up to the fact she was the one doing it (a recurring theme when someone is like "hey did you do x"). she also (theoretically. none of us except the store manager believes her) worked at a Much Smaller location in a different state that did things differently than we do because,,, thats sort of par for the course? there are similarities across franchises but things are going to be done differently in different places, that just Makes Sense. but because of this she just refuses to accept that things work differently here because 1. we do more business than that store (the place i work is the most visited store in our district) and 2. our store just does some stuff differently.

she also, before being hired, wanted 60??? SIXTY??? hours a week. in this economy????? bitch what are you ON about. sixty fucking hours a week. so because she had (again theoretically) past managerial experience at this tiny store in a different state, my manager who was desperate to have time to do more store overhead stuff and have time to see her husband and children, she hired this woman and is giving her as close to forty hours a week as she can. this has, in turn, shafted mine and everyone else's hours quite severely. like i went from like thirty hours a week to maybe fifteen if im lucky. its absurd and like i need this job to have money for things and for all the above listed reasons i cant just leave and tbh i dont really want to because it is fairly easy and its a rare food service job that is tips on top of wages, not tips as a part of wages, so thats like super nice but man. i dont like this new woman whos technically also my manager now but who i super duper dont respect at all.

hence. not. doing anything while she was on register at the front of house. and just. sitting. listening to a podcast. in the office. only for my manger to get in and go "hey. dont do this again. please go home now" which i feel bad about because i like her but i dont like the other lady and really dont want to have her have an easy time doing things. which is mean and petty and frankly childish but god damn it i dont think she should have been hired in the first place. also if we can get her to quit or be fired, one of my high school coworkers i like is turning eighteen and will be promoted into her job at the end of the school year and that would be better for literally all involved parties.

anyway. all of this to say. i cant imagine my manager will ever see this but like if you do. please know, i like you and i respect you and i know being in charge is hard and i do genuinely feel bad about today and i will try to stay engaged from now on but also You Know Who sucks so bad and i hate her genuinely and i do think you should fire her and promote said high school kid in her stead.

i think i do feel better now? like i know ill still think about this for like the next Several Days unless i talk to my manager about it the next time i see her but again. logically. it was a whoopsie that i will endeavor to not do again. however. my anxiety is a really big fan of catastrophizing and whoo boy is it putting in the work today gang. fun fact: i have problems falling asleep a lot because im haunted by the idea that my parents could die in the night and i would never get to speak/hang out/whatever with them ever again. i also worry about that to some level like 90% of the time when my dad is at work for. my anxiety and i are not friends and that coupled with my parents Aging and being in not-the-best health (like not Bad but not, y'know, Spectacular) means that sleepy-bye time is a Rough Time for yours truly. really just any time im forced to be alone with my thoughts for one reason or another

[earthtoplum]

hellraiser. // eddie munson. (5)

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader - stranger things cast x female!reader

summary: Between school, band practices, D&D nights and shitty parents, you and Eddie have created the perfect little secret life together. The town of Hawkins despises him, but not you. You’re head over heels for the son of a bitch. About to graduate, the two of you are ready to run out of Indiana the moment those caps go in the air, but the inevitable Hawkins Curse creeps its way back into town, and takes hold of what you once thought was untouchable.

word count:7k

warnings: language (always), mentions of death, suggestive conversation, reader is an anxious mess (arent we all), mentions of s/a storyline (not descriptive), smoking, mentions of drinking, SEASON 4 SPOILERS.

a/n: hi, thanks for being here! :) I keep writing this at the speed of light. Posting for myself, really. Follows the storyline of Season 4! Beware of spoilers in case you haven’t watched the masterpiece. I have the Halloween party written... I want to post it so bad. Uh, and in case it hasn't been noticed- hinting at bi reader? possibly bi-eddie? hah.

*gif not mine, creds to whoever owns*

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five. disassociation

Vigorously bouncing your knee in the backseat, you keep your face turned toward the window, taking in Hawkins for all that it’s worth. The streets were pretty empty, and you’re not surprised in the slightest. Everyone thought Killer Eddie was on the loose. Biting on one of your nails, you take a shaky deep breath and look at Robin who was already looking at you.

“Doin’ okay?” She asks with a sincere smile, one that you don’t return. Widening your eyes, you forcibly fold your arms across your chest and cock your head to the side. She glances down at your knee and reaches a hand back to steady it. “I already know what you wanna say,” She says, “And I’m telling you, he’s fine.” Nancy looks at you in the mirror, but you keep your eyes pointed forward.

“No, Robin, that’s not what I was going to say,” You spat back, “What I was going to say is that this backseat is terrible, and I feel like I’m going to vomit.” Being in Nancy’s presence was what made you want to vomit. It made you so incredibly uncomfortable that your body was radiating with anger.

“Okaaay,” Robin sings, pulling her hand back, “Well, we’re almost there, right Nancy?” She faces the front and looks at Wheeler for help. 

“We are almost there,” Nancy says simply, though her tone hinted at some annoyance. Robin looks over her shoulder happily and pops her brows.

“Fucking wonderful,” You mumble, and Nancy glances at you again.

Arriving at the library, Nancy parks out front. The tall, red brick building, accented with white had a clock at the top of its tower that chimes when the car doors are shut, slamming yours unintentionally. Nancy looks at you, to which you shoot her a glare.

“Um,” Robin finds a spot next to you with her hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket, both of you walking six feet behind Nancy, “What’s the beef?” She quizzes, “I much preferred when you were strung out over Eddie.” 

“Wheeler,” You whisper sharply, not bothering to look at the girl beside you.

“Clearly,” Robin laughs, “Thanks for that. What’s your guy's issue? I mean, I know, you guys used to be friends and now you’re not, but… like, what happened, dude?”

“Dude?” You smirk, glancing at her.

“Yeah, dude, we’re friends now,” Robin smiles, “Unless you prefer something else… Princess.” Smiling with her, you elbow her in the side as she laughs.

“That ones taken,” You slow down your walk so you have time to catch Robin up, “And… Nancy wasn’t this badass when we started high school. She didn’t get involved. She hated conflict, and it really… caused a lot of problems for me.” Robin listened, watching you talk.

“What kind of problems?” She frowned. You stopped on the sidewalk, looking down at your shoes for a second before up at Robin.

“You know Tommy H?” You ask, and she nods.

“The douchebag Steve used to hang around with? He dated Carol Perkins? ‘Course I do,” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Douchebag, right, much like Steve,” You say and she cringes.

“I’m telling you, more time around Harrington, he’s not that bad anymore. Why would I hang around him if he was,” She shrugs again, and you roll your eyes because she has a point.

“Well, when we were freshmen, like Max, your Steve was a junior. So was Tommy H,” You speak quieter, Robin’s eyebrows knitting together, “Nancy invited me to Harrington’s one night during the summer before I even got into the goddamn high school, y’know, ‘cause she and Steve were dating then, or something,” You’re speaking a mile a minute, Robin feeling the anger coming off of you, “Nancy was a grade above me, and she really thought she was hot shit around him, you should’ve seen it. She thought that we would be friends again after this party she told me to come to, but, no, instead I was given a drink from Harrington. A drink that his lovely friend Tommy H messed with. Tommy H that I had to push off of me that night, then get tormented the rest of the year by Harrington’s group of friends because I was the slut that slept with Tommy H while he was dating Carol.”

Robin didn’t have any words. Her jaw had fallen open halfway through the story, and clenched shut when you were finished. Hawkins continues to live around you as you both watch each other. The last person who got to hear that full thing was Eddie, two days after it happened.

“Who was the one person there who could’ve stopped it all from happening?” You ask rhetorically, not looking for anything from Robin, “Who was there, who invited me there, and could’ve done something?” You gulp away the lump in your throat. You were not about to cry over this, you swore you were done letting it get to you. “I went there thinking I would be okay because she was there,” You whisper, your voice breaking. Robin, unsure of what to do, reaches a hand out for you to take, and you do, squeezing it.

“Then I had to start high school in September, and everyone already knew who I was, it was hell,” You say.

“That’s when Eddie caught all those charges,” Robin adds quietly, and you roll your eyes as you nod, “Makes sense now. In case it matters, us over on the geek side never knew why he went off the rails the way he did. I never heard anyone speak ill of you once.” Flattening your lips you nod again.

“Thanks, it does still matter I guess,” You say, looking down at your hands. Robin was wearing a couple of rings that you hadn’t noticed before. “Nancy never did anything about it. She just let it happen, let them talk shit about me, let them beat Eddie up and get him in more trouble when he was the one to kick their asses, let Tommy H…” Your voice trails off as you sigh.

“I can understand the ‘I hate Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington’ thing now,” Robin says.

“Don’t let this affect your friendship, you were their friend first,” You mumble, taking your hand out of hers, dropping it by your side.

“No, this is absolutely going to affect my friendship with them now,” Robin shakes her head and looks at you like you have twelve legs, “Are you kidding me? What happened is fucked up. Like, extremely. If I can, can I have your permission to kick Steve in the balls later? Please?” Letting out a little laugh, you bob your head.

“I think I would love that, actually,” You smile, “Give him the reason why, too.” Part of you wonders if Steve knew that drink was messed up, and if he did know, why did he still give it to you? If this hero facade is real, there's no way he would’ve let this happen, but Robin said he changed. He was still a major dickbag before graduating, so there was a possibility he knew.

“I’m sorry,” Robin says sincerely, “That’s… really fucked up.”

“Thanks, yeah… it is,” Your turn to shrug your shoulders. Looking up at the sky that had been cloudy all day, you take a deep breath and feel that the anxiety that was pent up in your bones had subsided. Robin takes a deep breath with you.

“So, now that I’ve been an asshole and suggested you come with us-”

“Oh, you’re not an asshole, I wanted to go with Max, but I came with you for a reason,” You say, and she's taken back.

“Oh! Okay, uh, I’m pretty sure Nancy doesn’t really like me either, so, we’re in this together. Shall we?” She gestures toward the library Nancy walked into a couple of minutes ago with her elbows. You swing an arm around one of hers that lives in her pocket, linking your elbows together.

“We shall,” You smile, and swear she blushes.

Inside the library, Nancy is at the desk ringing the bell waiting for the librarian to come tend to her. As the door opens behind her, she peers over her shoulder wondering when you’d follow her in, and at the sight of you and Robin arm in arm, laughing about something stupid Robin probably said, she rolls her eyes and looks down at the bell, ringing it again.

Robin did say something stupid. A snarky remark, guessing how Nancy and Steve would be together if they were a couple, and it’s one you wouldn’t be willing to repeat, not with how Nancy looked at you when you stepped in the building.

“So,” Robin speaks up, letting go of your arm to stand next to Nancy, snapping back into detective mode, “The Creel eyeball murders took place in fifty nine,” Nancy nods, “That means these murders predate Eleven and the Upside Down by about thirty years?” You take a peek around the library, a place you’ve never been inside before.

“Yeah,” Nancy says quickly, ringing the bell again.

“That makes Victor Creel like seventy years old,” Robin says, resting her chin in her hand.

Nancy side eyes her with a, “Yup.”

“So, he’s a grandpa murderer,” Robin drags out, making you laugh, “Who can turn invisible and lift people into the air.”

“Least someone else finds it crazy,” You mumble behind them, stepping in a little circle to take in the entire building you were standing in. It was tall, and quiet, and smelled like old paper and sharpened pencils. Nancy sighs, and dings the bell one more time before a woman bustles out from the room behind the desk.

“Hi. Sorry, we’re in a bit of a rush,” Nancy forces a smile onto her face, “Could we get the keys to the basement archives?” She asks persuasively, to which the woman agrees and takes a step away to grab them. Robin spins to face Nancy completely, who ignores her.

“Did I come off mean or condescending or something?” She asks her.

Nancy simply says, “No.” Looking at the back of them both, you hide your smile.

“Right,” Robin says in defeat, “I know why we’re annoyed,” She mutters, “Uh, you don’t know me very well,” She tries again, “I don’t really have a filter, or a strong grasp of social cues,” Watching Robin talk with her hands, you giggle to yourself, “So, if I say something that upsets you, just know that I know it’s a flaw! Believe me, my mother reminds me daily.”

“Okay,” Nancy widens her eyes for a second as she glances to Robin, “Got it.”

“All right, ladies,” The librarian comes back to the desk with the keys for Nancy, “Here you go, have fun!”

“Yep, we’ll… try,” Nancy cringes, exchanging a look with the woman behind the counter, and hurries away from Robin who turns toward you.

“Definitely doesn’t like me,” She tosses her hands up as you start to follow Nancy, grabbing Robin’s wrist on the way.

“C’mon,” You say with a smile, “I liked all that, though, appreciated it.” Robin sends you her lopsided smile, tossing her hands up again.

“Nobody knows why I am the way I am,” She says in slight defeat.

“I like the way you are,” You say sweetly, walking with her hand in yours down the basement steps, and you swear she blushes again.

“You’re gonna have to cool it with that,” She mumbles, shying her hand away as you reach the concrete floor of the basement that was ten degrees cooler than the upstairs was.

“Hey, why?” You ask, grabbing her by her shoulder before she hurries away too fast. She looks at you and takes a deep breath.

“Because you have an Eddie,” She whispers before leaving your grasp to join Nancy, leaving you to wonder why the hell she would say something like that.

Sitting at one of the lacquered wooden tables, you had your chair pushed away from it with your feet kicked up, head lolling back on the seat cushion as your eyes triad between Robin, Nancy and the ceiling. Bored out of your mind while they search for information on some guy from the sixties, you start to think about Eddie and wonder what he’s actually doing. You hope he’s inside Ricks, living comfortably, and not in the shed, though that place seemed to be comforting to him. It was the last place someone would look when they got to the house, so that’s probably why.

Humming Black Sabbaths ‘Into the Void’, you rock back and forth on your tailbone for an ounce of stimulation in the dead silent library, feeling something poking you in your back pocket.

“Through the universe the engines whine,” You mumble, singing to yourself, leaning forward on your legs to pick out whatever was in your jeans, “Could it be the end of man and time…” Pulling out a very squished cigarette, you glance up to Robin and Nancy, “Back on earth the flame of life burns low… Hey!” You call out to them, holding up the flattened nicotine, both their heads turning fast as you knock them from their research, “Either of you got a light?” You smize, and Nancy pulls her famous eye roll, ignoring your question, getting back to the newspaper she was reading. Robin gives you a look of disappointment, and shakes her head.

“Someone’s gotta have one,” You mutter, jumping up to your feet. Heading for the stairs, Robin watches you on the way out, then decides to give it a go with Nancy again, knocking on the wood to get her attention.

Going up the basement steps two at a time, you waltz to the front desk where the pretty woman with the glasses was standing, and lean forward on your elbows, planting your chin on top of your fists. She was reading a book, and didn’t sense your presence, so you tap the bell Nancy was going crazy on earlier. Startling her a bit, she looks up quickly and sighs with a nice smile.

“Oh my, sorry,” She says, then eyes you curiously, “You don’t look like you belong here,” She laughs to herself, and you raise your eyebrows, “How can I help you? I don’t get the feeling you’re about to open an account with us, are you?” Smiling back at her, you drop your hands flat on the desk and shake your head.

“No, and I’m so sorry about that,” You say empathetically, “I’ve never been in here before, it’s a beautiful place, y’know, I was thinking of visiting more,” You hope your playing your part right, “I, uh, was wondering if you gave my friend the right keys… to the basement? We’re having trouble getting in, and we have this project that’s due right after break.”

“Oh no,” The woman’s face scrunches as she places her book on the desk, “Let me check, I may have given you the ones to our private party space upstairs…” Your eyes are glued to her as she hurries into the back room, knowing that once things are normal again you’d be coming back here to that private room. As soon as she is out of sight, you use what strength you have in you to climb over the desk, landing on your feet quietly thanks to your garden shed experience. Searching every nook and cranny you could reach, you pull a drawer open that’s full of miscellaneous things like pens and thumbtacks, and you spot a little booklet of matches. 

“Excuse me!?” The woman speaks louder than before, coming around the corner to find you in her workspace. Snatching the matches, you climb over the desk again and hurry outside, shouting a panicked ‘thank you’ back at her as you shove the doors open. She calls after you with a couple of things you can’t place, not even worried what she might do next. If Eddie were here he’d be proud.

Walking toward the street where Nancy parked her car, you stand by the passenger door and lean your back against it. Putting the cigarette that you had shoved in your jacket pocket between your lips, you open the matches and find there’s one left, so you hope it works. It takes three slides across the back to light, but thankfully you light the tip and toss the match to the ground, letting the first drag hit you where you want it. It tastes like it’s a month old, so you wonder when the last time you wore these jeans were, but it does what you want it to, and you relax. 

You gaze at the streets for these couple of minutes, watching the few people who dared to be outside run their errands. A couple holding hands walked into the drugstore across the street, and they came out with a small plastic bag hanging around the woman’s wrist, her boyfriend, or husband's arm was wrapped around her shoulder. They were both smiling, and chattering like children.

The sun overhead was starting to set, and you can’t imagine that you’ve been away from Eddie this long. Taking a long drag, you ash on the ground and blow the smoke out slowly. You smile at a mother walking on the sidewalk closest to you, her hand clinging on the shoulder of the small child she had walking beside her. The woman gave you the dirtiest look, one you’ve grown to love.

“Keep hoverin’ over her, and one day she’ll be me,” You say quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. She scowls, and you think you might get a response, finally about to have some fun, but she picks her child up into her arms and continues to walk away. The little blonde girl with curly hair looks over her mothers shoulder, watching you with big eyes. You give her a little wave and she smiles.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be me,” You laugh, taking another hit. Crossing your other arm over your body, you push away from Wheeler's car and do a spin to check out the rest of your surroundings. Surely your parents could be out and about, but that’s a path you weren’t willing to cross yet. You’ve been away for two days now, they honestly probably thought you got your bones crunched too.

Keeping an eye on the corners around you, just in case their car turns onto this street, you catch a glimpse of a very familiar vehicle coming into view. Jason Carver’s black Jeep Cherokee was headed your way. With the windows down, their music can’t be heard. They never knew how to listen to it properly. 

Making eye contact with the blonde haired, blue eyed jerk, he comes to a complete stop in the middle of the street, right behind Nancy’s car. Rolling his window all the way down, he pops his elbow out and lowers his chin to seem more intimidating. Nothing he could do would scare you. Smiling smugly, you take slow steps closer to his window, pulling from the cigarette between your fingers, and blowing the smoke directly into his window. His buddy next to him cringed, waving it away with the fakest cough that could come out of a person.

“I’m shocked,” Jason says sarcastically, “For the very first time, I see you without your little puppet master. Out here all alone, huh?” Biting your bottom lip, you narrow your eyes and tilt your head.

“All alone,” You repeat, “What a shame, right?” 

“We’re on our way to go get him actually, you wanna jump in?” Jason gestures to the seats behind him, “I’m sure Sinclair will let you snuggle on up in the middle there, yeah?” A few of the guys laugh. Looking into the backseat you find Lucas, hiding his face from you with his hand as if you wouldn’t notice that head of hair. At the sound of his name, he lowers it, looking at you. He was scared.

“Uh huh,” You pop your lips and say, giving Lucas a curious look, “And where exactly are you going?” You send a devious look to Jason, smoking again.

“Aw, come on, where’s the fun if we tell you?” He laughs with his boys, “Wouldn’t it be so much better if we drop him off on your doorstep, still breathing, of course, but just enough to keep him alive, so that you can watch him take his last breath, like he watched Chrissy take hers?” One of the guys doesn’t laugh with the rest of them, and it’s not Lucas. He follows through with the laughter, playing some sort of game with these guys that wasn’t basketball. You can see it written in his eyes. He’s got them good.

“Is that a threat?” You grill him quietly, taking another step toward his window.

“Uh, no,” Jason looks around, then back at you sinisterly, “It’s a goddamn promise.” He growls, then starts to laugh again. Seeing him gear up to drive away, you flick a mess of ash into his window and grin as he jumps and tries to smack it away. “You bitch! This is my senior jacket!”

“Oh, so sorry,” You wince, then put the cigarette between your lips, flipping him off with both hands as you walk backward to where you were standing before. Jason throws his car into gear and glares at you as he speeds away. 

“Fuck,” You mutter, flicking the filter onto the ground. You step on it so it’s actually put out. “FUCK!” You shout, bending your knees for a second as you do. Catching the eyes of people across the street, you choose not to care. The sun was now almost out of sight, and Jason and his posse of dickheads could possibly be on their way to Eddie. Checking out the street signs with scrunched eyebrows, you walk up and down the block, pausing in the direction they drove off.

“That’s not…” You whisper, then turn around to face the other way. The actual way to Lovers Lake. “Huh,” You breathe. They were going the wrong way.

“Dustin, do you copy?” Robin says from the library entrance into the walkie that Henderson had given her.

“Yeah, I copy,” You hear his voice from the box.

For twenty minutes you’d been sitting on the hood of Nancy’s car, waiting for the girls to come out of the basement, hopefully with some good news about their demon.

“So, Nancy’s a genius,” Robin says excitedly, making you groan and telepathically will her to not feed the college students ego, “Vecna’s first victims date all the way back to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull’s-eye!”

“Okay, that’s totally bonkers, but I can’t really talk right now,” The freshman sounds worried.

“What are you doing?” Robin asks, the two girls now in front of the car. Nancy is looking at you on top of her car in disbelief.

“Breaking and entering into school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files,” He says nonchalantly. The girls share a crazed look.

“Can you repeat that?” Robin says into the walkie.

“Just get your ass over here, stat,” Dustin demands, “We’ll explain everything.”

“Thought they were talking to Ms. Kelley,” Nancy exhales.

“We leave them alone for two hours,” Robin shakes her head, pushing the antenna on the walkie down, “See you’ve found a comfy spot.” She cocks her chin at you with a small smile.

“Comfy alright,” You slowly look at Nancy who’s getting into the driver's seat, “Just had a drive by with Jason and his groupies.” Robin gasps, leaning on the car.

“Did they see you?” She asks and you nod.

“Oh yeah,” You widen your eyes for a second, “Said they were off to find Eddie, and descriptively let me know how they were going to hurt him so bad, and then force me to watch him take his last breath,” You rock your head side to side, “Like Eddie watched Chrissy take hers.” Robin scoffs, crossing her arms.

“That’s bullshit,” She grumbles, “They won’t find him.”

“They won’t,” You shook your head, sliding off of Nancys car, “They drove that way,” You gestured down the street, “Not sure where they think they’re going, but it’s not to Eddie.” Patting your back as you open your door, Robin sighs.

“Okay, well, let’s get back to the children, and then maybe we can swing by Ricks again,” She says as you both get into the car, “Sound good?” She smiles as she looks back at you, and her eyes glimmer in what little light is shining in the windows. Taking a quick look at Nancy who couldn’t give two shits, you nod.

“Yeah, sure,” You say, “That’d be great. Please.”

Sitting at your kitchen table at eleven o’clock at night, you have your eyes pointed down at your feet that are stacked on top of one another. You had shoved your shaking hands under your thighs, fidgeting was doing you no good. Wide eyed, zoned out completely, your mothers voice was echoing around you, bouncing off of your body and back at herself where she circled the room.

“…disappointment… You’ll be going off to school… grades like this!?” She was in her pajamas, but her hair was somehow still sitting perfectly at her shoulders. Her pastel pink, manicured skinny fingers had a nasty grip on a letter from your school she’d found in your bedroom.

“What example are you setting for your brothers?” Her voice came in clear when she slapped the paper on the table in front of you. Multiple D’s were marked next to each class, and a random F, except English. You had a C plus.

“They don’t know my grades,” You say just above a whisper for her to hear.

“And you think that matters?!” Her tone is nasty, chiling your spine, “Look at yourself, look at who you choose to be,” She stands behind you, resting a hand on the table so she’s trapping you in the chair, “Do you really think who you are isn’t affecting them? They look at this depressing, moocher attitude everyday. I really feel like they’ll grow up thinking this is how it’s supposed to be,” Your eyes are glued to the letter, watching the words start to blur together, “Your father and I didn’t raise you to be like this, this was not how your life was supposed to be.”

“Yeah, well, when was the last time I actually talked to Neil,” You mumble, and literally watch the words on the paper shift around. They moved slowly, and seemed to be spelling something out.

“That’s what you’re hearing?” Your mother smacks the table with a sigh, and pushes away from you. She walks around the other end of the table and stands there with her arms folded.

“I had lunch with Karen earlier this week,” She says, “Karen Wheeler? You remember the Wheeler’s right?” Her condescending tone bleeds into your skin, lighting it on fire, “She says Nancy is flourishing in her first year at college,” Your mother smiles, pressing her lips together to insinuate she was pissed off, “And I told her that that was just, fantastic!” She tosses her hands in the air by her shoulders before grasping them across her chest again, insecurely you might add, “Do you know what I had to say when she asked me about you?” Tearing your eyes away from the paper making you wonder if you had dropped acid or something with Eddie, you look at her and squint your eyes.

“What?” You whisper, dreading her response.

“I had to lie to her,” She snaps her jaw like a dog, “I couldn’t tell Karen Wheeler that my first born was flunking out of high school like an idiot, and hanging around with that degenerate Eddie Munson, who’s the reason she’s flunking and has no motivation to get her life together when she graduates in four months!” Her words sting. You look down at the sheet of paper and your eyebrows scrunch up fast. “That damned hellraiser is no good! I’ve been telling you since you were twelve!” 

Her voice echoes around you again, making it sound like she was getting further and further away. “Eddie’s no good!” The words on the letter were scrambling around faster now, becoming a mess in front of you, making your head start to ache. “Eddie’s worthless!” Feeling dizzy, you squeeze your eyes shut and suddenly your mothers voice becomes so much louder, as if she’s standing directly in your face. “Eddie’s dead!”

Snapping your eyes open, the words sounded right in your ears in a distorted voice that barely belonged to her, a sharp ringing happening soon after. Around you, you were no longer in the kitchen you knew. You were sitting on the chair in an exact replica of your kitchen, but it was horrifying. The vines you saw coming out of Eddie’s sink were everywhere, they were twisted and wrapped around anything they could get on, and they were moving. Slimy and making the most atrocious squelching sound, two were inching for your ankles. 

Gasping, you clamp your hands over your mouth and pull your knees into your chest, your socked feet hanging on the edge of the chair. Shaking violently now, you look at the letter and shriek behind your fingers. It read the words that repeat aloud again, “Eddie’s dead.”

“No, no, no, no,” Your lip trembles, “No, no, no!” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Your mother chants back in the messed up voice that sounds half hers, still standing at the end of the table, watching you scramble to pick up the decaying piece of paper, “It’s everything we’ve ever wanted, our dream come true,” She laughs menacingly. Looking up at her with tears streaming down your cheeks, you freeze when you're faced with a morbid version of your mother staring back at you. 

“I’m not going to let you end up like me,” Her body twists to the side, her head staying in place. She begins to walk around the table to you in the blue light of wherever you’ve ended up. “That’s what you’re afraid of, right?” Taking a pause with each step, her legs don’t bend, like she’s being manipulated by something else. “You’re afraid what happened to me, is going to happen, to you.”

“This isn’t real, this isn’t real,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you listen to her creaky feet hit the floor.

“Your new friends seem to think so,” The voice is next to you now. A terrible noise comes from whatever has taken over your mothers body, the noise that you heard from Eddie’s bathroom. “Time to start believing in ghost stories.”

“Hey!” Robin shouts, shaking you by your shoulder vigorously as if she’s been trying for a while. Lifting your head, you find yourself slumped down in Nancy’s backseat with your head back on the seat.

“Was I asleep?” You ask quietly, feeling a heaviness in your chest and the ache in your head you felt while in… whatever just happened. Reaching over to Robin, you grab her arm and hold on tight as you slide out of the car. Using her body to steady yourself, you cling to her out of pure fear. 

Glancing up to the building you were at, you find you’re at school. The normal school, in the normal world, the regular world that you lived in without the vines, and the dirty air, and the ominous blue sky. You take a slow, deep breath and look at Robin, who’s holding you, and looking at you very confused.

“Are you okay?” She asks. Glancing at Nancy who’s standing by the doors to the school looking in the windows, you nod, then decide to shake your head. 

“Need to get to Eddie,” You say, “Was I sleeping?” Her face twists as she tries to keep you in her grasp while you try to wiggle away.

“You are totally not okay,” She says gently, “You weren’t asleep, no, what is happening?” 

“What was I doing?” You ask, panicked. Standing completely still you look her in the eye, probably pulling the craziest face you’ve ever made.

“Wha-”

“Robin, what was I doing? If I wasn’t asleep?” You speak fast.

“I- I don’t know? You just zoned out, I- I thought you were just tired, I dunno,” She says, matching your panic. Pushing away from her, you glance to your hands and then the ground, then at Nancy who seemed concerned, but she was too busy flourishing at college to be concerned for you.

“Gotta get Eddie,” You mutter, and Robin steps toward you with open arms, but you're too quick to twist on your feet and start to run out of the Hawkins High parking lot. You hear Robin run after you for a couple of seconds, shouting your name, but Nancy calls after her and reels her back in.

“What the hell!” Robin shouts at you before she watches you disappear into the darkness.

Sneakers slapping on the pavement, you keep running until the air feels like needles in your lungs. The cool air of the night was wrapping around your body, chiling your spine. Slowing down on a corner with a lamp, you glance around for a street sign but can’t spot one. 

Hawkins is still, except for the rustling of the trees in the breeze that startles you. Turning your chin up quick, you’re sure you’ll see something you don’t want to see, but it’s just the leaves brushing on each other. Looking back from where you came from, Hawkins High was out of sight and you can’t seem to put together how far you’ve run. Shoving your hands deep into your pockets, you groan and stomp a foot on the ground. 

“What the hell is going on,” You whine to yourself, nibbling on your bottom lip as tears welled in your eyes. Crickets can be heard scattered in the woods, a chorus of wildlife seemingly unaffected by the horrors of Hawkins. Under the warm light of the street lamp, you turn back toward your destination and carry on forward.

“No wander, no ponder, no wander, no ponder,” You whisper with each brisk step you take, repeating your made up mantra until you reach the end of another block. It was a shame really that Hawkins was hauntingly blessed with beautiful landscapes and a population of people who didn’t appreciate it. The blocks that followed the last got quieter, and darker, the further away from civilization you traveled.

You wanted to take in the calm sights you passed by, feeling how hard the earth was trying to relax you, but the fear of witnessing something out of a Stephen King novel again was crippling. On top of the horror propaganda, you were a young woman walking alone on abandoned streets at, lord knows what time of night. Eddie told you not to do this, yanno, he made sure you knew something a girl usually learns from her father, not her best friend at twelve years old. He’ll kill you once you make it to Ricks and he finds you’re alone. If you even make it there.

“No wander, no ponder,” You continue, getting rid of the thought that was ready to spiral.

For another fifteen minutes all that can be heard is your steady breath, that was coming in gasps, and the crunch of your feet on the gravel. Your nervous system jolted with every small sound that didn’t come from you. Once the dirt road to Rick’s came into view your feet took off, bolting for the shed.

Colliding with the door, your clammy hands and depleting strength struggle to push it open.

“Eddie,” You whine, unsure of when you had started to cry, “Eddie?” Once inside the shed you push the door closed with your back, and walk around cautiously, tangling your fingers together, lifting them in front of your face. 

A whisper of your name comes from the back corner. Turning sharply, your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god, hey,” Eddie says, stepping into the moonlight. You let out a shaky breath that leads to a sob. “Are you okay? What happened?” Hurrying to your side, Eddie catches you in his arms before you fall to the ground on your knees. Weakness was pulsating in your muscles. “Come here, sit.” He brings you both to the floor, sitting you in his lap, cradling you in his arms.

Burying your face into his chest, you hold your hands tightly over your heart with your knees tucked in close, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Eddie lays a gentle hand to your head, just holding you and letting you cry.

“It- It said you w-were dead,” You whisper between cries. Eddie’s face twists, looking down at you. 

“What said I was dead?” He asks, and you look up at his deep brown eyes. The confusion is wiped off his brow when he sees your tear stained cheeks.

“I don’t know,” Your wobbly tone makes his lip crinkle as he wipes underneath your eyes.

“Okay,” He says to himself, “I’m very much not dead, I promise,” He grins, trying to make you laugh, but his smile falls when he sees it doesn’t work, “Did you see… people? Did they tell you that?” Your cries have quieted, you were now staring off at the lake, slightly dissociating like Eddie had been after he saw what happened to Chrissy. 

Flickering just your eyes to look at him, you shake your head a bit and say, “I don’t think it was a person.” 

“What?” Eddie lets out a single laugh, but not to discourage you, “What are you talking about?”

“I went in your trailer,” You speak up, and his expression softens with worry, “Everything was the same, it looked like your place. I found my jeans,” You place a hand on your knee that Eddie’s eyes follow, and he chuckles, before he looks back to you, “I looked at the picture of us on your wall from Halloween two years ago, and I thought about that night. How we drank, and drank, and danced, and didn’t give a shit what anyone in that room thought of us,” You pause and place a hand on his chest over his heart, “We were happy. No one to fight with, no one to listen to, no one to tell us who we should be,” His lips turned up into a small smile, “And you kissed me.”

“You made me kiss you,” He counteracted, brushing his nose against yours, and you finally smiled.

“We know we were both waiting for it,” You dig, playfully narrowing your eyes before the funny’s drift away and the two of you are surrounded by stagnant air again, “We walked home, hand in hand.”

“Ass in hand,” Eddie corrected, making you both laugh.

“Ass in hand,” You smile, letting it fade to something sweeter, “You held your front door open for me, which wasn’t new, and… you made sure Wayne was gone,” Eddie glances to your lips, “And you took me to your room-”

“Think you drug me in there, if I remember it right,” He whispers, his comments suddenly not so funny as the air grows warmer.

“Think you wanted to keep touching me so bad we just tumbled in there,” You smirk, “You undressed me like you’ve never seen me naked before.”

“It was different,” He defends, “Had to take my time anyway, I was ready to bust before we even left the party.” You giggle.

“We did take our time,” You affirm with an eyebrow raise, “That night opened the floodgates, but it was different than any other time we… It…” Eddie nods, agreeing with you, dipping his head to brush his lips against your cheek.

“Was love?” He finishes for you, looking into your eyes, and you smile.

“Yeah,” You whisper, and though it felt cheesy to say something so mature like that, he was right.

“Well, I hope you know that everytime we do it that’s what I’m thinking of,” He says, “No matter how or where… It’s always my intention.”

“Mine too,” You say.

“Still can’t listen to Hungry like the Wolf without seeing you like…”

“Yeah,” You answer him quickly before his lips catch you in a kiss. A long, slow kiss that has you slipping a hand into his hair. Within these few minutes you get the urge to run away. To wrap Eddie up under your arm and run out of Hawkins, away from the terror, away from the curse, and away from the people who would throw you six feet under if given the chance. You could go somewhere the police, or your parents, wouldn't find you, and you could live happily, peacefully.

Eddie parts from your lips and you start to think he felt your energy shift, but then words come out of him that make you laugh.

“Where’s Harrington?” He asks.

“Why are you always asking about him while you're either inside me or kissing me?” Your smile makes him huff a laugh and shake his head.

“Where’s everybody else?” He rephrased, “Their outside right?” His brows furrow above his eyes, “Don’t tell me you came here alone, in the dark.” 

“I did,” You barely whisper, and he groans, rolling his eyes.

“Really, with a… Vecna going around killing people?” His tone is strong, enough to make you pout. It’s not his words, or his tone that makes the tears come back, however, it’s the thought of what happened earlier in his trailer. The thought of what happened in the backseat of Nancy Wheeler's car. The sound of the vines and the revolting voice echoes in your ears. Eddie sighs, and softens his eyes.

“No, I’m sor- I didn’t mean…” He babbles, but grows quiet as you slowly shake your head. Opening your mouth to speak, the words are broken and laced with fear, making Eddie’s grip around you tighten. You realize something you should’ve thought of before, before you scrambled away from Robin.

“I… I think I saw him.”

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Training Session [Peter Parker]

masterlist 

pairing - peter parker x fem!stark’s daughter!reader

type - fluff

note - hope you enjoy! also idk ANYTHING about martial arts or combat fighting so lol dont take i wrote too seriously

summary - peter finds out mr. stark has a daughter and you two are put together for a training session.

warnings - lil suggestive

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*gif isnt mine*

“How do you like it?” Sam asked.

You turned to the mirror, eyes wide and mouth agape, admiring your new suit.

“This is awesome!” You squealed.

Sam, Tony, and Nat had deisgned a new suit for you. After your last battle, your suit had been torn to shreds. It had been months since you were able to go out in the field and you’d be anxious to fight crime. Now that you had your new suit, you were now able to fight crime.

You were named Fox. You were sly, witty, and and charming. Not just in your moves, but your personality, too. You had been working alongside your dad, Iron Man, for 7 years. You were 10 when you started, obviously too young to actually be fighting, but you were his right hand woman at all times. You helped him with his suit, team, and plans on how to deal with missions.

Your suit was a dark orange body suit, much like Nat’s. You had fingerless gloves, black combat boots, and an orange mask that went around your eyes. You had a black stripe down your suit’s back, much like a fox’s. You also had a utility belt with a grapling hook, taser, and pepper spray — you could never be too careful in the city. You and Tony tried hard to keep your identity safe, especially since you were still in high school.

“Do you think we need to add anything?” Tony asked.

“Can I get rockets on the bottoms on my shoes like you?” You asked.

Tony chuckled, “We’d have to change the whole material of your suit, cupcake. You don’t like metal, remember?”

You grumbled, “Yeah, yeah. Well, I love it! Thank you guys so much.” You turned to them with a big smile.

“No problem, babe,” Nat smiled. “You have training with me today at five.”

You nodded, “Noted.”

“There will be someone else joining you in trianing today,” Tony said.

“Who? Is it Bucky?” You asked. “No, he’s new,” Tony said.

“Wow, that gives me a lot. Who is it?” You pressed. 

“You’ll see. He’s actually pretty good for just starting out,” Sam smirked. 

You sighed, knowing they were gonna make it a surprise. 

“Well, I can’t wait!” You faked enthusiasm. You didn’t like surprises. 

You went off and up to your room, changing out of your suit and into running shorts and a t-shirt. You decided to take a nap before your training.

You woke up 2 hours later, still as exhausted as before. You filled up your water bottle before going into the gym. You saw Nat and a brunette boy. He wasn’t too much taller and by the back of his head, he didn’t look too much older.

“Hey, Nat,” you greeted as you walked in and set your water bottle near the mat. 

“Hey, Y/n! This is our new recruit, Peter Parker. You probably know him as Spider-Man,” Nat smiled. Peter turned around and his eyes widened. 

His heart started to race and his face turned red as he looked over you. Your eyes were bright and lively, your smile being the most gorgeous smile he’d ever seen. Your skin flawless and you had no makeup on, but you still looked beautiful. 

“Hi,” you smiled. “I’m Y/n Stark,” you held out your hand. 

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a squeak. Nat and you chuckled at his shock. 

“H-hi. I’m Parker. No, Pe-Peter,” he stuttered and shook your hand. 

“Not used to meeting important people, huh?” You smirked. 

“Ye-yeah, but also pretty people,” he blurted. His face turned a darker shade of red and he slapped his mad over his mouth. 

The action made Nat giggle and his words made flustered as well.

“Thank you, Peter,” you said shyly and looked down at your shoes. 

“Ready to get to work, love birds?” Nat teased. 

You rolled your eyes and nodded. You took a long sip of water.

“We are gonna start on the treadmill, do some weights, and I’m gonna teach you some combat moves,” Nat instructed. 

You and Peter nodded and got up on the treadmills. 

“One mile today. Remember to pace yourself. If you get tired, don’t be afraid to slow down a little,” Nat said. 

You started the treadmill at 3.5 so you can warm up for a few minutes before running. You took a small sip of your water as you sped-walked. You looked over and saw Peter already running his mile. Your brows cocked upwards as you saw him running at 6.0 speed.

You worked your way up to 6.0 speed, finishing your mile in 6 minutes. Peter, however, finished 3 minutes after you. 

“I said pace yourself, kid,” Nat said. 

Peter blushed again and nodded. 

“Next time, follow Y/n’s lead. She paces herself nicely,” Nat said while you took a drink of water. 

“Thanks, Nat. I have been doing this for a long time,” you smiled. 

“How long? Are you a superhero?” Peter asked. 

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I’ve been helping my dad since I was 10. I’ve been a superhero for 3 years.”

“What’s your superhero name?” Peter asked. 

“Fox.”

“Oh, my God! Really? I-I am such a big fan. You were what actually inspired me to become Spider-Man. I think it’s so cool how you save people and fight off bad guys without any superpowers,” Peter gushed. 

“Thank you, Pete,” you giggled at his excitement. 

“You’re welcome. Wow, this is so cool. I am working with Fox, Iron Man, Black Widow,” Peter smiled. 

“You’re lucky, kid,” Nat smiled and patted his back. “Okay, why don’t you all stretch. Peter, have you ever benched before?” 

Peter shook his head while stretching his hamstrings. 

“Okay, we’ll start you out with 45 pounds. If that’s too light, we’ll bump it up to 50,” Nat said and put the weights on the bar. “Y/n, what do you wanna do today?”

“Uh, I’ll do a leg and glute day today. My arms need a break,” you said. 

“Rock and roll, then. I’ll spot you, Parker,” Nat said. Peter went to bench press while you went to the kickback machine. 

You and Peter worked in weights for about an hour. You did a variety of workouts while Peter mainly focused on how to use each machine and which would be most beneficial for him. 

“Okay. Grab a drink, use the bathroom, whatever you need before we do some fighting,” Nat said. 

You both went to do your things before you were going to fight. You came back in the gym, stretching your arms while walking in.

“Ready to work, Pete?” You asked the boy and patted his back. He nodded and choked on his water when he looked up at you

You changed our of your shorts and t-shirt to black biker shorts and a grey sports bra. The biker shorts hugged your body perfectly and the top of your breats showed, making Peter stare.

You noticed and smirked. “My eyes are up here, kid.”

His eyes immediately shot up and his face blushed for what seemed like the 100th time today.

“I am so sorry. I just don’t see girls in bras, like, ever. In gym class we all wear t-shirts, which makes sense. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I swear I’m not a prevert or anything, you just look really uh... nice? I—”

Nat and you turned to each other, amusement played on your faces. You turned back to the rambling boy.

“It’s okay, Peter. I get it, boobs are nice to look at. Especially when you’re a hormonal, almost always horny, teenage boy,” you teased.

“I’m not horny!” He claimed, embarrassing himself more.

“Don’t worry, I never assumed you were. I was just speaking generally,” you smiled.

“Oh,” he said and he looked down sheepishly.

“No worries. Now, let’s get goin’,” you said.

Peter nodded and followed you to the mat. 

“So, we are going to practice some basic moves. Y/n, I know you already know them, but there is nothing wrong with reviewing,” Nat said. 

You both nodded, waiting for further instruction.

“So, the first one is simple, yet very dangerous. It’s also fairly easy, in my opinion. It’s called the rear neck choke,” Nat said. “Peter, you’re gonna stand behind Y/n and put your arm around her neck.”

Peter nodded and awkwardly stood behind you. Your butt brushed against his crotch, making him cough awkwardly. He put his arm around your neck. The skin-to-skin contact made your heart flutter. You cleared your throat, too, breathing deeply to try and slow your heart rate.

“Good. Now, you basically just squeeze until the person passes out. Y/n, why don’t you demenstrate the next move,” Nat said.

You smiled and took ahold of Peter’s arm. You then crouched down and pulled him over your head. You flipped him over on the mat.

“Ow,” he whined as he fell. He looked up at you and couldn’t help but smile. You stood tall, hands on your hips and a smile on your face.

“Now, Peter, what you can do when she does that is hook your legs on her ankles and pull so she looses balance. You then can reach for her ankle and throw her across the room. But, we arent going to do that. What you can do, though, is do the ankle bit I told you. Then you can pin her down,” Nat explained.

Peter looked at you two hesitantly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s all right. You won’t hurt me that bad, I promise.”

Peter nodded and did as he was told. He hooked his feet over your ankle and jerked you so your feet gave out beneth you. He then got up quickly to pin you down, but you were quicker.

You rolled over and pinned him down instead. Your left hand held his wrists above his head while your right held down his shoulder. Your legs went around his waist and squeezed slightly to make sure he wouldn’t move. Your head leaned down to his, a triumphant smile resting on your lips.

“W-wha-” Peter was at a loss for words. Not just because you beat him, but how close you two were.

He breathed in deeply, catching a whiff of your scent. You smelled like cherries and vanilla. Your skin was smooth, clear, and glowing from the sheer film of sweat on your face. You looked like an angel to him, nonetheless.

“And that is why you gotta be faster, Parker. But you’ll learn in time. You’re already pretty good on the field by yourself,” Nat said.

Peter nodded. You got up off of him and helped him up.

“Wanna try that again? I promise I won’t do that again,” you suggested.

“Sure,” Peter nodded and laid back on the mat.

He hooked onto your ankle again. As you promised, you let him pin you down. You watched the way he moved. He was swift and fast. The way his muscles flexed when he grabbed your wrist made your stomach flip.

He got on top of you, pinning both your wrists like you did to him. His free hand went to the side of your face, helping him support himself so he wouldn’t be laying directly on top of you.

Your heart rate quickened once more and you felt like it was hard to breathe. A few strands of his hair were hanging down from his head and he had sweat glistening on his forehead. His honey-brown eyes was something you found yourself getting lost in quickly. He was so handsome.

“Uh... Y/n?” Peter muttered, catching your attention.

You blinked rapidly and looked away in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he gave you a friendly smile and got off of you.

“Okay, water break. You two practice those few moves a few more times,” Nat said.

You got up and took a big sip of your water bottle. You then got back to training with Peter. He was a fast learner and almost every time pinned you down. You, however, were slightly faster.

Each time you got on top of him, Peter couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. He’d never been this close to a girl before.

Thirty minutes later and the session was over.

“Good job, you two. Next time we’ll get into more moves involving punching and such. See you later, kiddos,” Nat smiled at you two. She left the gym and you turned to Peter.

“It was nice meeting you, Pete. Maybe we can hang out outside of training?” You suggested.

Peter’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly.

“Y-yeah. I’d like that.”

“Great. Give me your number next time. See you, Spidey,” you waved and left the gym.

Peter jumped up and down. He couldn’t wait to tell Ned.

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[thedevilliers]

Hey, I've been reading your story for a while, and I'm enjoying it very much. Following the De Villiers has been so fun, and you've inspired me to create my own royal Simblr!

Can you maybe share some tips about what to do with your royals? I'll be posting my family within the next few weeks, and I have already planned out several engagements + events, including visits to parks/schools/hospitals, parties, and news surrounding a royal pregnancy. I've also planned out the first arc. I don't know what else to do, and I've barely started! If you have any tips related to the beginning of your Simblr that you didn't cover in your other post, I would so appreciate them. I want to get all this nailed down *before* posting, so my blog is the best that it can be.

Also, if you have any advice on how to make things as efficient as possible (especially regarding posing sims, editing/writing posts, etc.), I would love that! I want to cut down on time wasted wherever I can.

Thank you!! :-)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 me?!!?!?! ME ??????? omg 🧍‍♀️ thank u for reading my story 🥺 and AAAAAAAAAAAA your own royal simblr !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ill answer everythin under the cut !!!!! spoilers: it got long sorry

first of all, remember we ALL started somewhere. you can look at my first like... fifteen and even MORE posts and they are BAD. oh my gawd idk why i thought they were good, but hey! i learned things from them. you will more than likely change your mind about certain things from the beginning of your blog to who knows, four months from now. don’t focus and worry a lot on ‘perfection’ and setting up ‘high standards’ from the beginning. treat it like a learning curve! this is something we all do for fun, so don’t get stressed a lot on it. you can always change and adapt things and that’s no problem!

i love lists, so im gonna list a few things of advice/tips basing myself on what you said!!!

i personally don't do engagements anymore, so i can't really help you in this regard of even more activities you could do 🧍‍♀️ what i could recommend for people to get to know your characters' personalities and private lives and grow attached to them, add in BTS posts.

continuing on my BTS’ post thing, they are a GREAT way to show more than what the public sees for your royals. because from a press and public point of view, you don't really know 'what goes on behind closed doors'. they could be all happy in public, but in privatE??!??!!?!?

as i said in my starting out guide, i did have around ~15 drafts done before i started posting. just so i could not stress about “oh my god i dont have any posts for tomorrow”. a LOT of ppl do posts and queue them as they go, and they have MANY posts done and usually they start accumulating and they are MONTHS in advance compared to what they’re currently posting. if this method works for you, you can definitely use it!

please, please please read your dialogue OUT loud. is it possible to say a 2093023902 word sentence without a singular use of punctuation? do people in this age and era really talk this way? also please if possible use correct grammar. just a little pet peeve, it can take a reader out of the immersion your story gives them.

we all have our lil dialogue habits. mine is starting sentences with “oh” and the infamous dash “—”. others use ellipses. just make sure you aren’t overdoing it. for example, doing a sentence like “oh— there you are. i was uhm— looking for you. how—how are you? its—i mean where have you uhm— been? yes—ive—ive been fine. you? i mean— your mom” ....just no 😔 it doesnt read well at ALL

you can always do lil filler posts, dont tell anyone tell you otherwise. post a little simstagram post, a little family portrait, updated portraits post, family hanging out, kids hanging out, etc.

for posing sims, i do try and remember where MOST of my poses are in the ingame list. usually creators’ correctly naming the poses helps a lot. for example i need a Mel Bennet pose; hers are usually ALL in the same spot and have the same lil aqua bg so i can easily find them. sometimes, i dl pose packs VERY specifically for a certain scene. am i gonna use them again? no. so i open the .package file in sims4studio and rename them to “00 for emi scene [rest of the og name” so when i open my game, they are around the top of the list! no more scrolling and i easily know what i need it for.

dont be scared to plan things that are happening MONTHS from now or anything in detail. some ppl dont like planning things in detail, or even dont like planning things AT ALL or things that arent happening say, in over 2 weeks because idk, they get bored. i recommend at LEAST having a list of things that HAVE to happen so you have ‘goals’ and you slowly plan out how you’re gonna get there. at LEAST theres some level of planning there. if you’re posting and PLANNING as you go, there’s gonna be holes. and it’s gonna be obvious.

editing wise, i don’t do much. my reshade does most of the work, i just add in my psd, add text and done! this is easily the fastest thing you will ever do.

if you get inspired by someone else doing, idk, a certain layout for the portraits, them adding little things to their captions, a certain edit, etc. if you want to do something similar and you ARE very much aware you were inspired by them, credit them in the caption. i beg. its free, its the nice thing to do, bc if not its rude.

if you get inspired by a certain storyline someone else did and you notice yours is gonna be similar, go ahead and send them a message to let them know and if they have any tips or feel uncomfortable with you doing this. simply put, if you don’t, you’re gonna look bad. we are all bound to do same storylines, such as assassinations, shooty shooty’s, stalkers, first loves, accidental babies, etc. but what changes is how each person approaches it. no ones gonna do it the same way as you and others. if you CONSCIOUSLY start copying else, stop it. and you could even be unconsciously be inspired by someone else too. it happens! just make sure you are able to look at the bigger picture and realize “hey, i’m doing something wrong”

same thing with dialogue. you like a line someone else said in their story? don’t just... steal it and incorporate it into yours word BY WORD

OVERALL: you can be inspired. give credit where it’s due. and don’t copy because someone else is doing ‘something others like’ and you want others to like your story. no no no !

im adding this AFTER i posted it but, be yourself. in the way you interact with others and send questions, etc. don’t try and copy someone else’s personality because they are liked and essentially absorb them. be yourself and i’m sure a lot of ppl will like you the way you are : D

for my writing dialogue etc, this goes back to my point 8. i use milanote, its free and you get 200 free thingies to use, and i plan out how every single one of my posts is gonna go. so i just have to go ingame and i already know what im gonna do. no thoughts, just taking screenshots. for example, this is how a part of my part 2, chapter 3 posts layout looks like. every square is a post that has what is happening, who is in it, what is gonna be said very vaguely, etc:

11. and the most important tip! don’t compare yourself to others. i did it at the beginning. i think we all did at one point. its not good for you at all. please always remember we all are here for share our lil stories with each other and it’s not easy get a following. you’ll get there and its gonna take time. be patient, be nice!!! and i cant wait to see your story!!!!!!!!!!

[hatsukeii]

hey! can i request some headcanons about how tsukki, kuroo, and kageyama would act if they had a really short s/o. i’m vv short and i feel like some headcanons about them teasing their short s/o is bound to have me laughing :)

Tysm for the request ahsgjs😳💕

Under 5’5 gang wya😔✌️

Btw these are for fem s/o because I don’t know how to write male s/o, sorry🥺

I mean you can totally imagine it as a male s/o those, it’s only bc I made a period joke that I say it’s for fem s/o:)

Tiny bit of thought up headcanon for the boys too, just a tiny bit.

Btw imagine their partner as one of the managers for the volleyball team, gives me more ideas to work with haha:DD

(Slight angst that I made up for Tsukki because no one knows where the fuck his dad is and I love him so much oh my god-)

🌊Kageyama🌊

- “Aww look at you cutie.”

- “Hey, smack that dumbass for me. I’m too tall to.”

- “Is that a dress for you?”

- Actually doesn’t constantly remind you of how short you are.

- Knows how genes work and understands there was almost nothing you could do to prevent being short.

- Doesn’t mean he won’t occasionally tease you for it though.

- “Oh? You want some milk? Is it to grow taller? Your bones probably need it. Here, have as much as you want-” *Smack.

- Thinks you look adorable when you’re mad.

- “You really expect me to feel threatened when you look like Kirby?”

- Piggyback rides all the time.

- “Tobio, I’m tired.”

- “Hop on.”

- You once slept over at his because of a storm after his volleyball training, without your parents knowing because they were on vacation.

- It was really late at night, and Kageyama didn’t want you going home yourself.

- This meant you didn’t have any clothes.

- I mean yeah you brought extra shorts to school because of your time of the month, but you didn’t have a shirt.

- “You can borrow mine, don’t worry. Go clean yourself up.”

- You came out of his bathroom, and he almost passed out.

- “Wh-why arent you wearing any pan-”

- “I’m wearing shorts under this. Your shirt’s just really long.”

- He was so flustered he avoided looking anywhere under your torso for an hour.

- “Thanks for letting me stay over last week, here’s your shirt back.”

- “Keep it. It looks cute on you and I get to see you wear a makeshift dress.”

- Cuddle sessions are great.

- You can lie on him in any position, and he would still be able to reach out and grab your hand or play with your hair.

- He gets to be the big spoon, and he loves it.

- Protecting you is Kageyama’s new duty.

- He takes it a bit too seriously.

- He once threw Tsukishima into a wall because the middle blocker decided it would be a good idea to take your phone and go through it.

- “Do that one more time, and I’ll do something way worse than that.”

- He looked like he was about to go on a killing spree.

- Even Tsukishima was taken aback. He hasn’t messed with you since.

- Whenever Hinata does something stupid, you’re on smack duty.

- Apparently Kageyama’s “too tall” to do it.

- It’s a bit hard for you to give him forehead kisses, or cute little cheek pecks.

- But he doesn’t mind at all.

- Because he fell in love with your short cutie pie kirby chipmunk tiny ass, and he wouldn’t change anything about you.

♠️Kuroo♠️

- Makes fun of you like at least 3 times a day about your height.

- “How’s it feel like to be like shrimpy over there?”

- “Oh, sorry, I can’t hear you whining from down there.”

- “I’d totally let you kill me, provided you can reach my neck.”

- Knows not to make you mad though.

- Last time he decided to tease you by holding the coffee you brought to school above his head.

- You pounced onto his back and choked him with your arms until he gave you the cold brew you got from Starbucks.

- Being his short girlfriend had its advantages though.

- Kuroo, being the extra™️ boy he is, can pick your tiny body up with ease.

- Meaning whenever he hugged you, he’d pick you up and spin you around like in a broadway musical.

- After that, he would continue to hold you up and nuzzle your head into his neck while laughing about that grand gesture.

- Loves it when you wrap your legs around him while he gives you piggyback rides.

- You once fell asleep on his back.

- So he brought you home and carried you up to your room in a bridal carry.

- Likes to play with your hair while waiting for the bus with you.

- Also like to hoist you over his shoulder when you get annoyed just for shits and giggles.

- Likes to give you nose kisses. A lot.

- He knows you’re tiny, but that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re weak.

- He knows fully well your fiery ass will stick up for yourself, so he’s not super pressed about it when people make fun of your height.

- However he will get protective if he’s thinks you’re starting to get offended by the comments.

- Likes to compare you to Kenma, much to his annoyance.

- “I am nowhere near as short as your girlfriend Kuroo fuck off.”

- Likes to go on trampoline park dates.

- Wants to see how high you can jump. (Spoiler alert: pretty fucking high.)

- Tries his best to get onto the wall every time you guys go there, but always fails.

- You just sit on top of the wall staring back down at him, enjoying the temporary height you have.

- “Kuroo, how’s the weather down there?”

- “Screw you!”

- Laughs his ass off at your random outbursts in the morning when you haven’t finished your coffee.

- Holds your head back when you try and punch him.

- Secretly wants to see you mad, because you look so fucking cute.

- Compares you to fluffy things like marshmallows and chipmunks.

- “You look like a baby squirrel, I love you.”

- And whenever he says that, he means it.

- He would take your short ass over anyone anyday. No questions asked.

🌙Tsukishima🌙

- *Breathes in deeply* Here we go.

- Will not stop fucking making fun of your height.

- I repeat: Will NOT.

- “Hey shorty.”

- “You can’t fight me. You can’t even reach my shoulders.”

- Balances his stuff on your head when he’s going through his bag.

- Uses your head like an armrest.

- He once balanced his water bottle on your head, and you spilled the water all over him.

- You were laughing your ass off at how pissed he was.

- No one in your classes knows how you two ended up together.

- It doesn’t matter at all though.

- Your first kiss was awkward, to say the least.

- He has to bend down a whole ass 20-30 centimetres to reach you.

- Couldn’t be happier when it happened though.

- The entire Karasuno volleyball team was watching secretly.

- From then on, you two have been the power couple of the school.

- You guys didn’t seem like a couple though.

- You two playfully banter so much other students that didn’t know you guys thought you were enemies.

- Now onto the advantages of being Tsukishima’s short partner.

- One thing Tsukishima is great at, is being a bodyguard.

- Anyone else that makes fun of your height will be destroyed.

- He once blocked a ball and aimed it at Lev’s face during the training camp because the Russian told you you were “too short to be Tsukishima’s girlfriend” and that there was “no way you guys are dating.”

- It took half an hour to stop his nose from bleeding.

- No he didn’t break Lev’s nose, just made it bleed.

- Thinks you’re the absolute best at cuddling with him.

- Made you a dinosaur plush. Made. Not bought.

- Watching dinosaur documentaries curled up on Tsukishima’s chest while he strokes your hair and gives you forehead kisses is the best feeling in the world.

- When times call for it though you don’t hesitate to give the blond affection even if you’re a small bean that has to be protected.

- There was this one time before the match against Shiratorizawa, where Tsukishima had a huge anxiety attack in the middle of the night. Like 2am in the middle of the night.

- “Hey- Love are you okay?”

- “Plea-please, help, I’m- please, there’s no one home I need someone-”

- “I’ll be right here, give me five minutes.”

- With both your parents gone for a very long business trip, you basically zoomed to Tsukishima’s house. His brother was in his university dorm for the night because of early morning training the next day.

- Being the bad bitch you were you picked the lock to his house and swung open the door to him room, to see his tall figure curled up in the corner of his room on the floor, shaking, strained sobs coming out of his mouth.

- You kneeled down next to him, burying his head in your sweater, cradling his head while he sobbed.

- “My dad... he’s dead. Fucking dead. I was waiting for him to come back from Tokyo but then mom fucking called and he got hit by some drunk hunk of shit and now I don’t know what the fuck I can do-“

- “Oh shit... it’s okay, cry it out, it’s fine, shhh...”

- This went on for about half an hour. Just you, letting him whimper and sob into your sweater while you whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

- It was that night, that he realised he had fallen in love with your pipsqueak ass.

Whooo Jesus got a bit carried away there, I don’t care though, I like writing angst anyways lmao I’m keeping that in and using it for fanfictions someday;)

[queer-as-frikc]

My coming out story is weird, it gets a lil transphobic so tw near the end tw long post too

So, pretty much throughout my time growing up through elementary school and half of middle school, i grew up in a white middle class area. I didnt know about the LGBTQ+ or anything other than what I saw, which was white people and an occasional poc. Eventually I had to move and I ended up in a super diverse area, and ended up becoming best friends with this person (they are ftm now so imma use the right pronouns but they were f when this story mostly takes place) he told me all about things I didnt know, specifically the LGBTQ+ community and that he was pan, and it was new information so just like any 13 year old learning new things, I questioned myself, I questioned if I could like the same sex or not or possibly more.

Sadly, drama happened between my best friend, his girlfriend and I, so thing got a little weird. But there was a time in winter, when he was off that relationship for more than a month and he said he'd like to date me, and I really thought about it before hand and said yeah, I couldnt tell you how happy I was to have this experience.

I told my mom that night, in a round about way cuz I was nervous, "Hey mom, what if I liked girls?" She told me she doesnt think that I do, because I always expressed feelings for guys, and when I tell her I didnt really understand what being gay was when I was younger, I didn't really know it was a possibility. She snapped at me and said, "Unless you are willing to kiss a girl and do the other stuff, you arent gay at all."

Eventually I have a sit down conversation with her, about how confusing this all was and how I wish I knew how I felt, and so on. She said she had a similar questioning phase but it never stuck so she doesnt think I am.

Like a month later I figure it out and dude that was so gratifying. I came out as bi to my mom, who just dismissed the whole thing, but I was terrified to tell my uncle (it's a long story about that, no it's not "sweet home Alabama") because he always said bi's were wh*res so yeah. I ended up telling him, and he goes, "You know my opinion on it but that doesnt mean that I'll disown you or anything." Btw the relationship (dating wise) with my best friend after he came out as ftm because he went back to his ex, it's all cool tho.

So that was that, or so I thought. It was my first year of high school, and I finally really understood the definition of pan, what was holding me back though was the trans experience, I thought because I didnt know what it was like, I couldnt be pan, even though I didnt have a preference, turns out it just means you like people no matter their gender and it like, clicked finally so yeah. I've told my family about that since but I a similar reaction: my mom said she doesnt think I am and she lectured me on my generation having so many labels and how she hated it. My uncle said he appreciated that I was pan more than me being bi which confused me but he just had a better view of pansexual than bisexual. (I explained to both of them what the difference was but idk man)

I believe it was my second year of high school when I really started to question my gender, and that was mostly because I saw a video of what gender dysphoria looks like if it's not that strong and you arent aware for ftm. So like wearing bagging clothes all the time, always wearing sports bras, and practically no other bra, feeling really good if someone accidentally calls you sir, etc. And I was like, oml it's me. But it wasnt, I didnt find that out until later tho. So, with my friend group, I find a name that seems to fit me well and ask them to address me by it and he/him pronouns, as like a test of sorts. (All of my friends are gay in some way so it was cool) In the end tho, I got a little iffy about the whole thing and wouldnt ever correct them at times or it was just off for me. I felt really bad because I thought that they might have thought that I was just trying to force myself to be more like them, but I wasnt, i still felt bad though and kinda dropped it.

I'm not sure 100% how I figured it out tho, but I remember talking to my best friend (not the same one from middle school, they were my best friend as well but they arent the same person) about the whole experience and I believe they brought up the idea of genderfulid, and I was like :0.... what that. They explain it, you go aall over the gender spectrum, some days you might feel like a boy, others you might feel like you have no gender, some days you might feel like your gender is something completely weird and different, that's just what it is. And I was like, "It fits but like, I barely feel femme at any point in time, maybe like once a year." And they tell me, that's ok and stuff as long as my gender just decides to be a completely weird and went all over the place, it counted, so I was like, "I finally figured it out!!!" And i was so happy.

Then came the time I was comfortable enough to tell my parents. I had been using the label genderfuild for over half a year already and I thought that it was what I was so it was ok to tell them. I saw how ok me being gay went, so I was nervous but not as nervous as I should have been, probably. I told my mom first, she went on a similar rant of her no liking my generations labels and such, but it went fine, I explained it, I thought I was through, I thought I was fine, apparently not. One day I'm in the shower and I hear my mom being very expressive with what ever shes talking about to my uncle, which is fine, she needs someone to vent to sometimes. When I get out though, and I can here her clearly, I hear sees complaining about what I told her recently, that I'm genderfulid, but instead of saying that, she only says I want to be a boy. (Oh no) So shes complaining to him, asking why I cant be more like her and just be a masculine girl and be fine, why do I have to fit in with the crowd of my generation to feel special, why cant I just be fine with who I am now? Etc.

The sad thing is, that night, I was going out shopping for pants and underwear with my uncle because I needed some and I wore men's pants already at that point, because they are more durable, and stuff so I knew it was gonna be a long ride. My mom was snippy with me that whole night, just the entire time which sucked.

When we finally left to go get clothes though, I didnt know it could get worse. My uncle lectured me about how that's just my generations fad, and how his was making tattoos and piercings ok in the work place and mine is being trans a gay and all that crap, and that I'm just trying to fit in, I'm not being myself, no matter how much I chop myself up and cut my hair and take hormones my chromosomes will never change and so I can never be an actual guy. He also said that I would bring just more attention to myself being a woman who does guy things rather than try and be one, and he thinks I'm doing this all for attention. I was mad but silent at this point, I didnt want to cause anything to happen. He ended up asking me, "So did you pick a different name?" I was surprised but I said yeah, and my friends were using it and it seemed to fit better. He asked me what it was and fear over took my body. I told him, "I'll only tell you if you dont use it against me if your mad." He says, "i cant promise that." And then gets mad because I wont tell him. Though I do, because I feel obligated since hes buying me clothes. To be even more confusing, he buys me guys underwear, and undershirts along with the predetermined pants he promised me and now I'm so confused.

But it gets even worse. When we get home, my mom freaks out on him because be bought me all that mens stuff and she said he was encouraging my behavior and stuff, he defended with it's just clothes, and yah it is. Eventually things settle down, obviously my mom isnt talking to be, but that's for the best at this point. I'm in the living room with my uncle and he just then starts harassing me with questions like, how do you know? he asks. "Well, I just feel that way, same as you." I say. But why do you wanna be a guy? he asks. "I dont wanna be a guy, it's just weird that way. Also it's not me being a guy, it me being many more than that," I say. He says that's bullsh*t. I offer to show him videos that better explain what trans is and how it's an actual sciencey thing and stuff but he said he wont take a video because he wants me to say it. And then he just goes off, saying the name I picked out shows how self centered I am because I am selfish, he kept asking me if i liked to fight, to catch and play with bugs, to be strong, to be angry all the time, and all these stereotypes for men and I just left, and went to bed. He wasnt going to listen to me, so there wasnt a point to me staying.

But, it gets worse. The morning comes and I'm awoken by the slam of my door by my uncle and the laughter of my mom. My uncle starts being really aggressive and starts cleaning my room, I only have clothes on the floor mostly so that's all it was, but he starts saying, well if you're gonna be a man, imma start training you like one, the man of the house picks up after everyone, the man of the house does everything he can to help the house run smoothly, the man of the house has to be strong, and all that stuff. (Which I thought was funny because he was "the man of the house" yet I did everything, and still do. I clean up most after him, funny huh.) And, I know what's happening and so I stay in bed, I don't want this to happen. But I literally get ripped out of my bed by my uncle and get told to stop being a little b*tch and a brat because I'm being selfish by my mom and I'm yelled at to sit in the living room and wait while my uncle cleans my room. When hes done hes starts lecturing me and being all aggressive and in my face. He keeps asking me a million questions with the tone that he didnt care so I knew he wouldn't listen. Eventually, him and my mom leave, I'm told to stay there until I get back. When they do get back, they act like everything is fine, nothing happened between them and I and it's just been so hard for me to talk to them about that since.

I'm greatful that I dont have to deal with that anymore but every time something that that is brought up with my family, I panic so much now. I'm fine and I'm safe but it was very traumatic for me. And uh, thanks for listening.

hey, thank you so much for sharing your story. this was just. so heartbreaking. noone deserves to have a person like your uncle in their life. im so sorry you had to go through all of that. i hope you’re in a much better place now <3 (also i loveeddd reading about how you figured it out) =)

again, tysm <3

[prorevenge]

Entitled customer hopes to get free food from supermarket. Not on my watch.

This incident happened a few weeks before and now that I think about it I feel pretty bad but at the same time I feel like she deserved it.

A little background, I had recently graduated from high school and thought I would work for a while until I start college. One of my dads friend offered me a job at his supermarket which I gladly took. My job was a product promoter,which meant I would give out samples of products to the customers and promote the product. Its almost been a month since I have joined and just the week before my parents told me we were moving back to our home country and that I would have to quit my job. The day of this incident also happened to be my last day at work. Now onto the story.

So we were having a busy day as it was a weekend and I had to refill my tray several times. The product I was promoting seems to be pretty popular among the customers cause I had a lot of them coming back for a second helping. This is where our EB A.K,A Entitled bitch walks in. She came over with her kid and grabbed 3 pieces of the food. Both EM and her kid enjoyed it so much they grabbed another piece each. And then they walked away. I thought that was the end of it and carried on with my work.

Boy was I wrong.

A few minutes later EK comes back asking for more food. Now,we did have a limit per customer. No customer was allowed to have more than 12 samples. I obviously allowed and he took the all of the 10 remaining pieces. This ticked me off cause now I have to ask the baker to bake more of these for me which would take quite a while as it was a busy day. But,I still didn't say anything. The kid runs back to his mother and I take my tray off to the baker. When I come back,I see EB and EK waiting for me next to my stall. As soon as I get there EB asks me for more of the samples. Here is how the conversation went.

EB: Hey,we really like these. Can we have more samples?

Me: Oh Im afraid I dont have any right now. Im currently waiting for the baker to bake it.

EB: How long will that take?

Me: Quite some time .maybe around an hour.

I saw EB'S demanour slowly changing

EB: AN HOUR? DO YOU THINK WE HAVE AN HOUR TO WASTE ?

ME: Ma'am you could buy the product. It comes with an offer and-

EB: YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD BUY THIS? *EVIL LAUGH* IM NOT GOING TO SPEND A PENNY ON THIS WHEN I CAN GET IT FOR FREE.

Me: Thats where you're wrong Ma'am,because you're not getting it for free. Infact,I am not allowed to give you anymore samples as you have crossed the limit per customer.

This really pissed EB off because thinks werent going as she planned. She went on about how "CuStOmErS ArE AlWaYs RiGhT" yada yada yada. Frankly speaking I stopped paying attention to her and started checking my phone for texts. Usually I would get in troube for using my phone during work,but today is my last day so whatever. But suddenly I feel EB yanking my apron trying to get mu attention. When I looked at her she said " YOU ARE SOO RUDE. WHY ARENT YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT IM SAYING? YOU KNOW WHAT?AS COMPENSATION I NEED A BOX OF THESE PRODUCTS FOR FREE."

This is when I suddenly thought of an idea. If EB thought she could get away with embarrassing me in front of my coworkers and other customers (we were in a pretty small town where everyone knew each other) then she was wrong.

I put on my best smile and politely said "you know what.youre right. you do deserve it." and I pulled out a box from beside me a hand it to her. She gave me a smug smile and walked away. As soon as she turned I ran to my manager and asked him if I can clock out early today and promised him I would come back that evening for my send off party. I then change into my regular clothes and go to the front of the store to watch the show.

Soon enough EB is at the cashiers paying for her stuff and I notice that she had stuffed the box into her handbag. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She packed her stuff into the plastic bags and starts walking out of the store. But as soon as she gets to the door the alarm goes off and the security stops her. I could clearly see the panic on her face and I ENJOYED IT. The security searches through her bag and found the box. Of course she snitched on me and said I had given it to her but no one believed it cause why would an employee give customers free stuff? (Later,the manger had checked the cctv and I got an earful but whatever) . This was really embarrassing for her because literally half of the town was there witnessing her little perfomance. While she went back home ashamed with no one believing her, I went back to mine satisfied with what Ive done.

(source) story by (/u/red_strawberry_)

[euphoriacrossing]

The closer we get the more my anxiety plays up...

What if I can't keep up with my journal that I worked so hard on?

What if I mess up something I can't change on my island? (I don't WANT to have to reset, but if it's the first day i will... i don't want to have to reset two or three days in because i change my mind about something...)

And the bigger ones.... I've been so tired I can barely stay awake two or three hours at a time. I can't do a whole lot of recreational things because I'm asleep. Right now I'm attributing it to depression, but I am going to ask my oncologist if maybe the meds could cause it (the meds I DID stop, but thay messed with my hormones anyway) or if the slight bit of anemia I have could cause it maybe? What if I am not awake enough to fully enjoy the game?

I go to the oral surgeon I think for a consultation to get some teeth pulled, what if he wants to do it anytime soon after the game is out? Will it mess with my enjoybility to have that kind of procedure? (Last time I had teeth out... my wisdom teeth I did very poorly, I got two dry sockets and was in some of the worst pain... I was LUCKY to be able to sleep as much as I did, because the pain was awful. And I followed instructions, so I don't know if I am more prone to those kinds of things or if it was the fact he didn't tell me to stop my birth control or what... but it was bad. And now I have a much higher tolerance to pain meds and will have to use the ones I'm ON so they'll be less effective probably. I'll die if I get a dry socket. Pain tolerance, mine is high until you get to my mouth and then I'm an absolute crybaby.) So say he wants to do it the Monday after... will I be out of commission to play for two weeks or more while I recover? I know this sounds more important, but to me the game is important, too. I want to be able to put in at least some work daily for quite a while so I can create a beautiful island at the same time others who start on the 20th are. So it may not seem like a huge deal, but it is to me okay? Enough of a huge deal for my anxiety to use it against me.

Those are just examples though. I have an anxiety disorder which in past years has become more generalized and entwined with my bipolar symptoms. So I am in no short supply of things related to the 20th to be anxious about.

I wish I could just be happy. And I mean, I am. We have less than a week and I'll be playing a game that is 7 years in the making for those of us that play Animal Crossing. I've been waiting with baited breath probably more than a year, to the point where when Pokemon Sw/Shld came out it was just a distraction instead of the main event, at that point I was already craving New Horizons desperately. And here we are nearly at the end of our waiting, I am happy, don't get me wrong.

But my mind never just let's me be happy.

What if I am too late to make friends in the first few days like I've planned? Everyone else seems to already have their friendships, but I knew I couldn't keep up with a friendship that long. So here is the week to make friends, and I don't feel I know how, or I feel like most people already have their friends. I have maybe two people besides my sister to play with. And I'm excited for that. But I'd love to be included in a larger group of friends or something, you know, that sort of thing is nice. If I only have a few close friends though, that'd be nice too. And i think the first few days it seems people might just be playing on their own, i don't always NEED someone to play with, I'll probably prefer to play alone, or maybe with my sister mostly, or just my close friend when I play. But it's just i guess i expected to use this opportunity to make more friends and now i feel i am wasting it. I don't often have such an "easy way" to make friends because I am disinterested in most things and just don't have a lot to talk about. This common interest is an amazing thing to talk about and should make things easier, but it doesn't as much as I hoped I guess.

What if I don't finish my journal? I worked so hard on it, but i need my dad's help with the label maker and need to finalize the decisions about what I'm going to record in it before I do make the labels. It can still be changed later because I am using labels on plastic tabs and a discbound journal but what if I don't have time once i'm playing?

Ugh. Just all the "what ifs". And I know some people will think "why'd she bother making this post?" Well random person, it does help to get them out in the open. Since most everything I have been thinking has been AC related lately, this has turned into a bit of a personal blog. Sorry for that. I do plan to make it a New Horizons blog and post as much original content as I can once ACNH is out.

Oh another one. What if posting original content is too hard?

Like, I want this blog to have original content and all that, but if you have to remove your memory card and get on a computer to do it, that's a lot of trouble and extra energy I don't have these days. And you had to do that for New Leaf and everyone did including myself, but I had more energy and it seemed easier. And it seems like it was less effort those days because people DID THINGS on the computer including myself. Now I use my phone and ipad as computers, you can do almost all the same things on them, and my laptop sits idle which might be the reason it doesn't run as well these days. Or it may just be that it's old as crap for a laptop. I mean, I guess it's moderately old for what it is, it's a very nice laptop, but I think it's the same one I had for New Leaf so it's been with me a while. Anyway, it SEEMED like less trouble because you were on the computer doing stuff anyway, so just pop your memory card in there and go while you're checking your stuff. It's not that easy on a phone, BUT I am hoping you can post photos and screenshots to SOMETHING through the Nooklink app. We don't know everything about the app yet as it isnt out yet, and I doubt you can post straight to tumblr (though that'd make things easy, huh?) because this is not the most used platform anymore, but if I can post them to anywhere (like facebook or twitter... I'd probably post them privately to facebook because I am less versed in twitter stuff, but then I did recently become an AC twitter on my personal twitter because I never used my personal twitter anyway, so... yeah...) I can grab them on my phone once they are uploaded and reupload them here. But I also plan to make my "diary like" text posts here. I am not recording a diary in my journal having to do with NH, I only want like... data and information I can use, etc. But that doesn't mean I won't want to write diary like entries, and I am less likely to lose my blog that a physical journal anyway it feels. (I say less likely... I lost my New Leaf blog for a few years there, but with effort I did recently find it.) So it could be very easy to post original content here, or if the app doesn't do things it really totally should, then it might be a bit more effort and I don't know if I have that to give right now, so I'm nervous about that. Everything I post here about my game experience is going to be more for me to look back on than anything, so I WANT to be able to post about that stuff here. But I guess we'll have to wait to see, along with waiting for the game.

And everyone knows how well waiting and anxiety get along. They are two peas in a pod, they play off each other like it's no one's business.

But I hope everything in the end will just be okay. I am "lucky" in a way. Since I'm chronically ill, disabled, and have cancer, I don't have work or school to worry about and while being sick is a big bummer, that does take a lot of stress off of me. I don't know how I would handle a job or school even just mentally these days, I don't see how it could go well and I guess that is because I am so sick, even just mentally... but I know a lot of disabled people DO still do those things anyway, sometimes because they HAVE to, so I am glad I am in a position at my age where I am still largely take care of. My disability money doesn't cover a fraction of my necessities, so I feel blessed everyday for my parents, even though my mom and I fight like cats and dogs. Annnndddd now I am getting to be anxious about what happens to me when my parents are gone and that's a WHOLE different type of anxiety... yikes... I need to stop letting my anxiety run rampant now I guess, it's gone too far.

But I am very "lucky" to be in a position where once the game comes out it can be my main focus for a while. Partially because i don't have the energy to focus on many different things, so it's good Animal Crossing can take up that main spot in my life for now.

Come on now, back to AC anxieties. Ya stupid general anxiety...

And I guess I am anxious about the typical things people are anxious about... what fruit will I get, will I like my first Islanders, etc. but to me those things arent as major. All the fruits are so pretty I could really get on with any of them I think, and hopefully my first villagers will be great, but I'll make myself a net if they're not, and I do have amiibo cards for moving in some of my favorite villagers later on, so I can deal with a dud or two.

I'm a little anxious about map layouts too, just picking the right one seems a little difficult to me since there are some things you cannot change. But I think I can make a good choice, I'm more worried if I'll be able to draw it in for my journal or not. I should draw the general layout for the map, but I don't even know if I can do that right.

Oh I also have a package to finish working on and get in the mail before Friday, BUT I finished the hardest parts (writing a bunch of postcards, basically a latter's worth of text but on postcards) last night, so I just have to do finishing touches and get it out. I maybe want to type another letter to send out, too, but if I don't get it done I'll try not to beat myself up. I got really burnt out on mail stuff lately and as much as I still get, which is about one or two things in the mail daily, I can't reply to all the things I should. I'm stressed about it, but I won't let that ruin my New Horizons time. Especially since mail was supposed to be a fun hobby for me and just... stopped. But that's a whole different thing, that has less to do with New Horizons than the other stuff.

Now I genuinely do feel less stressed since I rambled on for a while. Thanks for reading this, if you read any of it. I don't expect anyone to read all this anxiety inducing, depressing junk.

But anyway, now I am going to try and think about the Nooklink app and what kind of features I think it should have. Like I said, it really should have a way to post screenshots/pictures to social media, and I bet it's got something like that since we have the camera in game. I bet we maybe even can post pictures to social media from the switch. I mean, well, I know we can technically, but I mean I bet we can without having to leave the game. Because you can do that in New Leaf now. Gosh would that have been handy YEARS ago. I guess it came with the "welcome amiibo" update?

But at least we know we can scan in QR codes. I dunno if you've noticed but I have been collecting some and tagging them (you can find them under the "QR" tag on my blog, or by type of QR code, likes dresses I just tagged "dress") so I have them once we are able to use them in game. I am going to check my @playtimewithmadi blog to see if I have QR codes saved that I used in New Leaf, too, so I can reblog any good ones here. All of that gives me something to do, I suppose.

I could also work on my journal, or my mail. Both need to get done before Friday and need work.

But honestly, I am probably gonna play Happy Home Designer right now. I'll design at least one house, and then maybe I'll work on my mail and journal stuff. We'll see.

Anyway, thanks again for sticking with me, I love everyone who stays subbed to this blog even though the BS posts like this. Sorry for rambling on, but I needed this, so thank you for letting me have it.

Off to more distraction then...

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Intertwined (Jack x Reader)

A/N: sup. Its me, kelly, back again with another one shot. Supernatural this time, which I  just picked up again after taking a long break after season 11. I just love jack so much he is a cutie and i needed a fluffy soulmate au with him since there arent enough. Thanks and enjoy reading!!!!

word count: 5, 500~

The bell was loud and overwhelming in my skull as I sat in the very back of the class next to the speaker. Not to mention the teacher yelled all his instructions and the students all screamed when the dismissal bell was sounded. It was the same every single day to the point where I never got a break from my migraines. Everyone was just so fucking loud.

Today was exceptional, though. I felt like screaming. My head ached so terribly, it felt like I was dying. Each and every little sound to ring out made me want to shout with pain, or slit my throat just to end it all. It got to the point where it felt like needles were stabbing into each inch of my skull.

During lunch, I went into the locker rooms and cried. I held my head in my hands in the echo of the room and sobbed for no one but me to hear. 

The pain. It was too much. I’m not weak. I deal with these on a daily basis, but...this was too much for anyone, not even the strongest human alive.

By fourth period I was convinced my head was about to explode. My heart beat rapidly against my ribcage, so loudly that I swore the kid beside me could hear. He kept glancing over at me worriedly, and the teacher even asked if I was doing okay; if I needed to get a drink from the water fountain.

Turns out I had sweat running down my forehead like the falls.

 I just stayed in class, wanting to get through the day. I couldn’t go home early. I didn’t have a car, number one; secondly, my father would have my head on a stick for leaving school. He didn’t believe in my migraines, or any of my issues at all. He was the “suck it up” kinda man that I always despised.

So I did. I bucked up throughout the day until the last bell. I sat in the room until everyone had left, to make sure I didn’t get any unwanted attention. The teacher even left before me, thinking that my head on the desk indicated I’d fallen asleep. Frankly, he didn’t care if I caught my bus or not. Bastard.

I caught my breath as I stood up, or I tried to. It got caught in my throat. I choked on air, clutching at my neck. Was I going into anaphylactic shock, I thought miserably. I fell to the ground with a thud, my head knocking painfully against the metal chair leg. The ground was cold against my skin, and hard on my burning temples.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t make a sound; my throat was shut. All I could do was, what I assumed, die. I was in agony and dying alone in a cold, dusty history classroom.

The room faded to black around me. There was nothing to be done now. I was a goner.

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“Are you sure she’s alive?” a deep, rough voice asked through my blurred thoughts. I couldn’t move or see, but I heard it.

“Yes, Dean. She has a pulse,” another man sighed deeply, and I felt he was close. Heat from someone was radiating around me, and I was scared. These men, they didn’t sound professional, like doctors. Nor did this area smell clean, like a hospital. It was musty and antique, and their voices were coarse.

But it was so warm. Wherever I was was comforting and warm. There was also something draped over me, soft and furry. I prayed it was a blanket.

The best I could do was a low croak like noise from my lips, and a flicker of my lashes. “Hello?” I rasped, my eyes flashing open for a moment using most of my strength. I caught sight, for the shortest second of a very attractive man standing to my side, staring down at me with what I felt were familiar green eyes.

But I noticed one thing. My headache was dull. It was barely even there. I could have cried in relief. After weeks of relentless pain, it was nearly gone.

Something happened. Something big had to have changed in me. Or I was on strong drugs. I couldn’t be sure at the moment.

“Hey,” the second voice called, a bit more concerned than anything. “ Hey, she’s waking up.”

I pushed myself up onto my elbow and rubbed my eyes with my other hand, wiping away the mucky crust along my lashes keeping them shut. Slowly, I cracked my eyes open to see that I was indeed in a place far from a hospital, surrounded by three men who strongly differed doctors at all.

Two big men in flannel surrounded my bedside while a dark haired man in a suspicious coat stood at the foot of my bed, his eyes staring right into mine, as if he was seeing into my mind and soul. I already hated it, the mind digging they seemed to be doing without even muttering a word to me.

“Who the fuck are you?”

What a starting question, I scoffed. I glared up at the man with the green eyes, whom I still considered very familiar. In fact, this entire thing seemed like a vague memory. I’d never met these men, I knew that for a fact...but I remembered them. I know that makes no sense, and I sound insane, but I just...I’ve seen them before and heard their voices and I’ve seen this room. Dammit.

“I’m Y/N?”

“No, I asked who the-”

“Dean, that is enough. She won’t tell you anything if you just scream at her,” the man at the edge of the bed said. He seemed wise, but his voice was so low and gruff, like a chainsmoker’s. Now, I knew for a fact I’d listened to his voice time and time again, but I couldn’t fucking place it. It was on the tip of my tongue. Hearing him speak again only heightened that sense, “She appears to only be a child,” he spoke softly.

The man by my side, with longer brown hair nodded and placed a hand near mine, his huge goliath hands which I just realised could easily surround my neck and snap it if he so chose to. I was vulnerable, and these men were terrifyingly large and intimidating, with their strong voices and their big hands and broad shoulders.

I was in deep shit now. Dammit, Y/N.

“We just need to know who you are. Tell us and we won’t hurt you...Y/N.”

I was starting to like this kinder one, the one with the big hands and the long hair. He seemed smart, reasonable in a way. The other one was irrational and loud, so abrupt that it scared me. This whole situation wasn’t a bit comforting, but he was a big fear factor.

My eyes scanned over all of them and down to my body. I was nestled in a blanket, a big fluffy brown one which was no doubt conserving all my body heat. My bangs stuck to my forehead, sweat drenching them, so I quickly took my hand and swiped them back behind my ear to rid the sticky feeling.

When I was done looking around, my eyes slid to my lap. “I-I don’t know what to say. I’m just Y/N L/N, I swear.”

“Fine. What are you?” the rude man piped up this time, seemingly done with my shit even though I’d only been awake for like, a minute tops.

I gaped at him like a fish out of water. What the hell did that mean? “H-Human... Is there anything else?” I whimpered. My ears were burning red under their assuming glares. What if they thought I was lying? Would they torture me? I felt my heart race and my breaths get caught in my throat.

Don’t do this now, Y/N. Hyperventilating will only make me seem guilty of something.

“Listen, somehow you got into this bunker, which we thought was impossible. You being human doesn’t explain much.”

“I don’t know how I got here at all. I kinda assumed when I woke up and saw strange men that I was kidnapped because the last thing I remember is passing out on the floor of my AP World class and just...I-I...I’m sorry-” I choked on my last few words, my rambling having come to a quick, sad stop. I pressed one of my hands to my lips to keep in my sobs. I didn’t want them to get angry at me.

I was just so terrified. I was in a foreign place being threatened for the first time in my life. I couldn’t do a thing about the upcoming tears to rush over.

Then, to make matters worse, water was splashed in my face.

“Dean, seriously, what the hell? She’s really scared, dude!”

“Well, we know she’s not a demon.”

“DEMON?” I cried loudly, my eyes going as wide as saucers. I pressed my face into both of my palms and practically screamed into them. Was this what hell was? Being kidnapped and accused by these men, and then mention of real demons?

A gentle hand placed itself on my shoulder, and I peered over through my fingers to see the man at the edge of my bed earlier, the one in the sketchy coat. “Please, stop crying. As long as you explain to us everything in detail, we can make sure you are safe. Even so, we can’t hurt you. You obviously have some ability that even you may be unaware of,” he said calmly.

I bit my lip, small whines leaving through my teeth. Tears still fell down my face, but I felt soothed by his presence by my side. There was something different about him. At this point, I had forgotten about my aching migraine and was completely focused on him. His eyes had stolen every bit of my attention.

“I’m just a senior in high school. The last thing I remember is having a really bad migraine and my throat closing up. I think I hit my head on my chair when I fell on the floor. After that, it just all turned to black. I-I swear to you, I was in my history class before this,” I took a deep breath. “I really have no idea where I am or who you guys are. I’d literally rather be anywhere then here right now, trust me. I’m not a threat. If anything, I’m scared he’s going to kill me.”

I nudged my head in the direction of the aggressor at hand. He growled, his arms crossed over his chest after the other man had scolded him.

“This is perplexing, to say the least.”

The kind one scanned over my quivering form once again, his puppy like eyes showing only sympathy for my case. “Could she possibly be under a spell? Rowena and her coven is growing,” he suggested. Now he was talking about spells and covens. This couldn’t be real, I thought to myself over and over. I had to be in a dream, or going insane. This had to be it. Maybe I was dead. Maybe that’s what this was about.

“It could be why, but that doesn’t explain why Rowena would want to send a random teenage girl into our bunker. She’s obviously weak and harmless.”

“Looks are deceiving. Her soul is incredibly strong. Although it is not big, it is very intense and bright,” trench coat man sighed, standing as stiff as before. “Her soul is almost acting as if its looking for something.”

I took a breath, one brave deep breath before speaking. “If I’m going to be here, can you at least tell me who you are. You all are shady enough, talking about spells and demons, you know,” I muttered, fiddling with my hands in my lap, tugging on the fur of the blanket.

“Should we really-”

“I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean,” he pointed to green eyes with a stressed smile. “That is our friend Castiel. This may come off as strange to you, but we are hunters. Of the supernatural.”

And suddenly, it all clicked in my head.

Sam and Dean. Castiel. Hunters. Demons. All of it. It made sense. Even the fucking flannel shirts all over the place.

Supernatural.

I placed a hand over my eyes and groaned loudly. “This can’t be happening to me. No fucking way. No way. Nope. God, no.” Supernatural was a tv show that I watched in middle school. That was it. There was nothing real about it. These guys were actors. I stopped watching it around season 10, and there was no fucking way these dudes magically became real.

“What’s wrong? Did you remember something?”

I wouldn’t look at them. It would only prove to me how much they really looked like the characters. Dean Winchester with those intense green eyes and strong jaw. His brother Sam, tall and handsome with that long hair and soft smile. And my favorite character, Castiel, the not-so-perfect angel with piercing blue eyes and a strange voice.

With a huff, I mumbled, “It’s just, you guys can’t be real. I have to be dreaming.”

“Can’t be real?”

“Yeah. What’s that supposed to mean, kid?” Dean asked me. I felt like my chest would explode at any moment from the pressure. The Dean Winchester was speaking to me, directly, calling me ‘kid’ and everything.

Finally, after a moment of deliberation, I dropped my hand from my eyes and peered at the men. They were exactly how I remembered them on late night television, watching reruns with my mother. “I’m not sure how this works, but well, you guys, in my world, are from a tv show. It’s called Supernatural, and it’s about your lives and I know everything about you.”

“Bizarro world?! You’ve got to be kidding me! How did she end up here?”

Before anyone could start arguing over me, a soft voice broke the silence. It was not my own, instead, it was from the doorway. We all glanced over to be met with the curious eyes of a boy around my age. He had soft brown locks and dark green eyes, and they stared right into mine.

My headache was gone. I barely noticed its final passing but it had dissipated in less than a second. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I was caught in a net by this boy. I couldn’t bring my eyes away from his, nor did he seem to want to look away from mine.

“I just wanted to know if the girl was doing okay…” he said softly as he entered the room. Something was beckoning him to come closer. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel him beneath my fingertips and in my palms. He was handsome, but more importantly, he made my chest feel lighter than air and my mind to drift into utter peace. I felt enlightened, in a way.

“She’s fine, but you really shouldn’t be in here. It’s not safe,” Sam told him, only to be shot down.

Castiel held up a firm hand. His voice was quiet, but I could hear him. He was very serious. “It’s fine, Sam. Let him come closer.” And so the boy did. He drifted through the room until he stood at the very foot of my bed. He was even more beautiful up close, and his presence felt like pure heaven.

“Hi, I’m Jack.”

“Y/N.”

And just like that, I was sucked in completely. There was no getting myself out of his vortex that absorbed me. It was too strong. I felt connected to him, and not in the childish way. Not in a humanly way. It was a foreign type of bond formed so purely, through words and shared eye contact.

Castiel’s eyes flicked between us, almost in a calculating way. He was analyzing something. I felt subconsciously that I should be asking him if something was wrong, yet I couldn’t tear myself away from this boy yet. Jack, a character I had yet to see on the show; he had such enchanting eyes. I harshly bit my lip and tore away my stare, shutting my eyes tightly.

Get a grip, Y/N.

I turned to the angel at my side. “What are you thinking? What’s wrong? Do you know why I feel like...well, this?” I waved my hand, as if to show what I meant. I was sure he knew what I was saying. He had that look on his face, the one he got when he was thinking but frustrated.

“It’s your souls. They are intertwined.”

“Excuse me?”

“You and Jack. The reason why you were brought to our universe is because you are, as you humans would call it, ‘Soulmates’,” the man put it as if it were simple. We were soulmates, apparently. I didn’t even know this kid. I was only on season 10 for fuck’s sake. How the hell was I supposed to retain this information?

With my head now hung, I prayed, my lips barely mouthing the words. “Oh, sweet Jesus, help me.”

“Wait, wait. Explain it to me again. They’re soulmates? Those exist?” Sam asked, knocking me out of my thoughts. 

He sighed, but nodded. “Not everyone has a soulmate, in fact, they are incredibly rare. It has only happened about ten times in human history, counting this one,” he told us. “It can only happen when a single soul is broken during creation, split between two individuals.”

“So, he reason she has only a fragment of a soul is because Jack has the rest of it?” Dean confirmed.

“Exactly, and the only way the soul can be satisfied is by finding its other piece. Despite being born into different universes, Y/N and Jack have been made of the same soul, an incredibly powerful one,” Castiel finished, his eyes sliding once again between us young people in the room.

Sam let out a hum of approval. “Naturally, the universe has its way of restoring the natural order of things.”

“So, this girl, she’s a normal chick with half a soul.”

“More like an eighth of a soul, but yes.”

That was news to me. I couldn’t bit my tongue any longer. This craziness that these men were spouting was only making me upset and for my stomach to turn. And finding out I barely had a soul was the last straw for keeping my mouth shut. I screeched, “Only an eighth?! You’re telling me I’ve been practically soulless for my entire life?!”

“Yes.”

The boy at my foot smiled shyly, his lips turned up just slightly like he barely knew how to. He spoke in a gentle voice, one that was calm and full of hope. “But it’s okay, right? I can share mine with her now? Since we found each other?” For a moment, I was almost taken completely by his words. Fortunately, I still wore my head.

I flailed my hands in the air wildly, and cried to him, “Why are you so accepting of this, dude? You don’t even know me!”

Again, he smiled, although I could tell he wanted to let it fall. “I know we are meant to be together, and that is really all that matters. I’ve only just met you, but I can feel a connection.”

My heart nearly melted at his kind words, his loving and caring words. No one had ever said something to me that was so meaningful, so innocent either. I wanted to accept him into my heart right then and never let go, but I had to be wary. I was new to this world, that is, if I wasn’t dreaming. Anything could be a threat to me.

“So what does this mean? What do we do with her?”

“Y/N, would you like to stay here with us for now, until we figure this whole thing out?” Sam asked me kindly, unlike his brother, who I could tell was not trusting in the slightest. Not only did I get vibes that he disliked me, but Jack as well. It was a mutual resentment toward both of us.

I sighed. “Do I have a choice?”

No. Of course not.

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After I arrived, I soon realized I would stay here much longer than anyone expected. It took months for anyone to actually approach me and say I wouldn’t be sent back to my universe. They expected me to cry. To go into my room and sob about missing my home and my family and all my friends.

But I was glad. I was happy to never have to return back to that hell hole. My father hated me and I had a disturbing lack of friends. The only thing I would miss was my phone, but luckily I was transferred through universes with that stuffed in my jacket pocket.

Basically, I wasn’t bothered a bit that I was never going back to the normal world.

Castiel took me out to buy clothing from the thrift store with what little money that could be spared. I bought things for my bathroom that smelt fresh and clean amongst the intense testosterone overload in the bunker. I painted the walls of my bedroom a dark blue, hung up posters, and got a new comforter with a nice design on it. I fluffed my pillows up and sewed nice cases for them. I even got the chance to fill up my own personal fiction library on the shelf above my bed.

I liked my life in the bunker, after I got adjusted to living with the boys. Sam was easy to be around. As long as you didn’t bother him when he was working out or studying, then you were alright. Castiel thought I was intriguing and often helped me with all my issues, whether they be emotional or even girl ones, which he was clueless about. Dean was harsh and judgemental at first, but after a few weeks of worming my way into his head and soon his heart, I had him wrapped around my little finger.

He even took me out one day to drive Baby, which I knew he didn’t just let anyone do. We had the windows down and the music blaring as I drove down a dirt road with him, laughing and slurping up sugary drinks. He was like the older brother I never had and always wanted.

Jack was different. I felt sick around him, in the best possible way. He made my cheeks turn red from how awkward and cute he was. I adored his soft smiles from across the room. I loved sitting in his room watching movies on late nights when we couldn’t sleep. I liked bringing him to my favorite restaurants and sharing meals, or drinking milkshakes together with two straws like corny couples from old movies.

Except, we weren’t a couple. After a month of being at the bunker,  I told Jack that I thought we should just be close friends. Companions, if you want. It was for the best. There was too much drama going on, and getting into a relationship in another universe just felt so overwhelming.

He said it was fine, so I had no idea how it really affected him. I didn’t know, but he was hurting inside.

Our souls craved each other. It was that simple. We were meant to be, but it wasn’t the right time, I decided.

So selfish.

And then I caught myself falling in love with him. Sure, I was young. Barely eighteen years old and just out of high school, but I knew what love was. I could feel it each time my fingers skimmed his, each time he came home from a hunt and I held his face in my palms to gaze in his broken eyes, and each time we lay beside each other in bed watching a movie and I thought of how easily I could kiss him.

I thought about loving him more often than not. But it could never be, I swore to myself. I convinced myself. They say if you repeat something enough times, you begin to believe it.

I sat in the bunker map room at the table, munching on some chips while the boys were off doing whatever. I think they were out of town for a mission, but I didn’t ask where they went as said goodbye. They would be back in a couple days. Yeah, right. Try a week. They always get off track, those damn hunters.

I sipped at my tea, taking a long breath when the warm liquid slid down my throat. It was nice, being at peace like this. Living with people who cared for me, who protected me. Sure, this life wasn’t safe, but it was just comfortable enough for me.

Footsteps creaked the floorboards behind me, and I didn’t turn around. Instead, I waited for his lovely voice to ring out in my ears.

“Y/N. What are you doing up this late?” Jack asked me, coming up to my chair and pressing his hands to the back of it, right above my shoulders. I only smiled and turned to look up at him, my eyes no doubt sparkling. I was so happy, and seeing Jack made everything so much better. He skipped a lot of missions nowadays for safety reasons, and I couldn’t be happier.

That meant he could be with me more.

“I don’t know. Just living a little.”

“Living? Aren’t you always alive-”

I laughed and shook my head at his naivety. Gently, I corrected him, “I mean, I’m doing something different for a change. Drinking tea at midnight and eating junk food in the living room where Sam would normally kick my ass.”

He nodded, as if understanding only partially. So, with that being on his mind, I stood from my spot and whisked myself off to the bookshelf where the old record player also happened to rest. My soft fingers slid along the dusty box as my eyes scanned the thick pile of albums. I spied through them for minute before pulling out my favorite, one that I believed would light up the night.

As the music began to play, I turned around and swung my hair over my shoulder playfully, sending my best friend a flirty smile. We’re just friends, I reminded myself. Only sometimes, you have to live a little; and if that means to flirt with the boy you’re miserably in love with, then so fucking be it.

I swung my hips from side to side as I approached him, my eyes tearing him apart dangerously. He leaned back, not exactly sure what to expect out of his situation. He definitely wasn’t expecting for me to snatch up his hands in my smaller ones and clutch them tightly.

“Y/N-”

“Dance with me. Come on, it’ll be fun,” I giggled, already swinging our arms back and forth. He gave me one more wary look before letting out a sigh and smiling. This made my entire face light up with pure joy. Just seeing him happy and relaxed like this made my entire day, maybe even my whole week. I loved him that much.

I swung his arms back and forth to the beat, slowly pulling him to the center of the empty space so we could move around a bit more. My feet slid along the floor, my fluffy socks helping quite a bit with that.

Eventually, I got lost in the music, in the dance itself. The album kept playing although songs has changed, and we never paused. I laughed along with him as we swung around. I even let go of one of his hands to pull him into an awkward twirl, and an even more ungraceful spin out.

His fingers felt right, curled in mine, locked in that tight embrace that was so familiar yet so forbidden in my eyes. I never wanted the songs to end, just so I could keep him in my grasp.

I felt comfortable until certain words spilled from his lips in the rush of emotions we felt. “Y/N, you look so beautiful when you laugh,” Jack confessed, his cheeks bright red from laughing and moving around for so long. I think, in that moment of bliss, we both forget who we were. What we were supposed to be.

Friends.

I pulled my hands out of his abruptly. “Jack, you know, I-”

“I know.”

And then it was quiet. The needle had run off the record and the album stopped playing. We were officially alone, and it felt painful, like I was being restrained. Was I torturing myself? Possibly. Was my soul aching like a bitch? Definitely.

Who knew loving someone could hurt so fucking bad?

“Castiel and Dean, they always tell me that you will change your mind. That you will come to accept that we are soulmates. You just keep sending me these “mixed signals”. That’s what Dean calls them,” he paused. I’d never heard him be so direct with his emotions, well, the ones he held for me. I had no idea that Castiel and Dean were talking about me to Jack behind my back. I wasn’t angry, just confused.

“I want to know how you feel about me, Y/N.”

I felt my heart drop in my chest. I didn’t think he would be so bold as to ask me that. I hadn’t exactly planned an answer in preparation. I hadn’t prepared a lie.

Even back home, I was never a good liar.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel about you.”

He was quick to argue, hurt crossing his features. “Yes, it does. It matters to me.” I hated that look across his face, the one of pain and loss, rejection. He didn’t deserve that. Jack Kline was too good for me. Too good to belong with someone like me, a normal person with flaws and no special powers.

But, humans are so selfish.

“And if what I said changed everything between us, would you be so desperate to know?”

“Yes, because then I wouldn’t be so confused when you’re with me,” he replied, almost like a child. He made everything seem so simple. Maybe I was overthinking this.

Fuck it.

“Jack, you’re my soulmate. Of course I love you. We’re both young and we’ve never been in love before, but this is real and it’s so intense and dangerous. We could get hurt. I just...I’m so selfish, and I couldn’t keep myself from falling in love with you.”

His smile grew, despite all the negative things I’d said. He heard what he wanted to. He smiled down at me, his hands going to rest on my upper arms. They were so warm, so comforting. I wanted to just collapse in his arms and never get back up. “Castiel said you felt that way,” he chuckled, flashing a bright toothy grin.

My head fell to stare at the floorboards. A grumble escaped my pouting lips, “Dammit, Cas.”

“It’s okay. Dean told me that if you did say that, that I was supposed to do this,” he stated vaguely. I only had enough time to blink before he had leaned down to press his lips to my own. I shut my eyes tight to avoid looking awkwardly into his open ones. He didn’t move. Just stood there against me with his eyes open.

I pushed him off and bit my lip. Admittedly, I wanted to kiss him. Yet, it was obvious Jack had zero experience with kissing.

“Does that mean you love me too?” I questioned.

“Of course. I thought I made it obvious.”

I laughed, shaking my head. Maybe being happier was better than being stable. Risks are meant to be taken after all. Swiftly, I grabbed his wrist and tugged him down the hallway behind me. He followed blindly and before he could open his mouth to ask, I answered.

“We’re going to my room so I can teach you how to kiss me.” He nodded brightly, smile wider than ever. I really loved him, and he really loved me. Our souls intertwined with beautiful flourishing hearts to match.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

One Short Day

A JSE Fanfic

Yay, I wrote something that isn’t connected to pain for once in my life! Or at least, the most you get are hints and maybe a moment. I was planning on working on something else, but...I don’t know, I just felt like I needed something softer, and I’m sure there are people who need that too. So behold, an attempt at mostly-fluff! I just wanted to write the boys having fun out on the town, simple enough ^-^

It was rare that there was a full day they could all be together. A day where Schneep wasn’t working, Chase wasn’t recording, Marvin didn’t have a show, and Jackie didn’t have to bolt off at the last minute to do heroic vigilantism. A day where they could just do whatever they wanted, all of them, together.

They met up at Jackie’s apartment building. Naturally, JJ arrived first, then Schneep and Chase at about the same time. Just when they were starting to get worried, Marvin showed up, sprinting up to the group and skidding to a halt beside them.

“Late again, I see?” Jackie said when Marvin finally caught his breath. “Maybe we should just tell you we’re meeting thirty minutes earlier than we actually are.”

“Gimme a break.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “My phone was out of battery so I couldn’t check the time, then I got distracted.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “With what?”

“Um...” Marvin looked away, embarrassed. “I may have started playing Plague Inc...for an hour...or more.”

“Dude. Set a timer next time or something,” Chase said. “Ask JJ if you can borrow one of his watches if you have to, I dunno, anything.”

“Enough of this, we are wasting minutes,” Schneep said, checking his own watch. “Jackie decided what to do, what is it?”

Jackie immediately brightened. “Okay, so, we all know JJ hasn’t seen much of the town.” Everyone nodded. “So I thought we could give him the grand tour! Get lunch, go to the park, and I think the fair is open tonight so we can finish with that. That good with everyone?”

“So we’re just gonna walk all over town?” Chase asked. “Only two of us can drive, and none of us have a car right now.”

“Toughen up, Chase, walking’s good for you!” Marvin teased. “Right? Schneep, you’re a doctor, tell him I’m right.”

“He’s right,” Schneep said.

“See?!”

JJ snapped his fingers for attention. I thought we were wasting time? I certainly can’t lead the way, so I’ll ask one of you to.

“Right!” Jackie started off. “C’mon guys, lunch is waiting for us!”

They ended up at a local restaurant near the center of town called Kassie’s. It was a quaint little place, and since it was a warm day they decided to sit at a table outside. The chipper waitress gave them a plate of free fries, then took their order, and headed back inside.

“Is it just me, or is it kind of hot today?” Chase asked, fanning himself with some of the napkins.

“No, it’s not just you. God, I’m dying,” Jackie agreed.

“Jackie, you are not only wearing long sleeves, you are wearing two layers of them,” Schneep pointed out with a smile.

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Mr. Sweater-all-the-time!” Jackie rolled his eyes. “What about Jays? He’s got that vest/dress shirt on.”

JJ looked aghast. You four can run around and show your arms all you like, but I’ll have you know it isn’t proper for a gentleman!

“Are you implying we aren’t gentlemen?” Marvin asked, right before tossing a fry into the air and catching it in his mouth.

JJ raised an eyebrow. Indeed.

“I don’t care, it’s hot. I’m taking this off.” With a few flailing arms, Jackie pulled his hoodie over his head and tugged it off, revealing a Marvel-themed T-shirt underneath. “Ah. That’s better.” He looked around to see the others staring at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Holy shit, Jackie!” Chase yelled. “Your arm!”

“Wh—oh fuck I forgot I was wearing short sleeves today.” Jackie looked down at his left arm. “Yeah, okay, I got scars, you can look all you want.”

“So that’s why I’ve never seen you in T-shirts,” Marvin realized. “Jackie, what the fuck happened?”

Jackie frowned, then coughed awkwardly. “Y’know...I’d rather not talk about it right now. Maybe later. Besides, Schneep already knows the story. ‘S how we met.”

“Honestly, you three are making mountains out of mole hills,” Schneep said. “Is fine now. You should see his torso, now those are scars.”

That only made the other three look more worried. Jackie sighed. “Look, guys, we’re having a fun day. We’re gonna have fun, and not gonna get all concerned, though I do appreciate it. And you—” he glared at Schneep “—need to stop saying that, ‘cause it makes it sound like I lost some epic battle instead of just having top surgery.”

Chase and Marvin relaxed in unison. “I’m still convinced you have, I dunno, fucking bullet scars or something,” Marvin muttered as Chase pulled the remains of the fries towards him.

“Oh yeah, but Schneep’s talking about the surgery. He’s done this before, and it’s no longer funny!” Jackie looked pointedly at Schneep when saying that last part, who just responded with a massive grin.

JJ was the only one who still looked concerned, but now that was paired with confusion. He looked around at the others. What is top surgery?

You could almost hear the hiss as the others all inhaled sharply in unison. They’d all forgotten for a moment that JJ didn’t know. Schneep cleared his throat. “Jackie, would you like to explain?”

“Right yeah. God, where do I start with this?” There was a slight pause in the conversation as the waitress returned with their food. The moment she was out of earshot, Jackie started up again. “Alright, so...” he leaned forward, hands clasped together, eyes wide and nervous. “You know how I call myself Jackieboy Man, right?”

JJ nodded. A moniker I never understood, but yes.

“Well, I didn’t always call myself that. Neither did anyone else. Because, well, they all thought that...I was a, uh, girl. Even I did. For the longest time I just sort of...accepted it. I only started to figure it out in high school. I got my first job, and one of the customers called me ‘that nice lady,’ and hearing it...just sort of surprised me. Like someone gave the wrong answer to a really easy test question. So...I started thinking, and eventually I realized that I wasn’t...actually a girl. That was when I renamed myself.”

JJ didn’t look any less confused. Why would they not understand that? Wouldn’t they be able to...see that you are not?

Jackie winced. “Well, no...you see, I...fuck.” Jackie put his head in his hands, took a deep breath, then looked up again. “I was born...in the wrong body. Top surgery is...it’s to get rid of the parts I didn’t want. Are you...are you getting this now?”

After a moment, JJ’s eyes widened. He nodded hesitantly.

“Okay. Good. Great.” Jackie sighed. “I don’t know if this word existed in the twenties, but nowadays we have ‘transgender’ as...a thing. When someone is something other than what their body is born as. I’m still a he. Or, just, anything but she, really. Literally call me anything but a girl. And please, don’t ask about what my name was before. Or what’s...down there. Those questions make me...really uncomfortable.”

My good man! JJ signed. Why would I do such a rude thing? And to my dear friend, nonetheless. 

Jackie’s shoulders slumped. He leaned back in his chair and exhaled in relief. He’d been dreading this conversation, but better to rip the bandaid off now. “Thanks, man. I...appreciate your understanding.”

JJ smiled. No trouble at all, Jackie! I may not fully grasp the concept, but that’s no reason to disrespect your wishes.

“If you want, I can answer questions. Just...later. And as long as you get I don’t represent everyone who’s trans.”

JJ nodded and gave a thumbs-up. There was silence for a moment, before Chase broke it by saying “Hey, guys, I made a Jenga tower out of fries.”

Schneep rolled his eyes, and immediately knocked over Chase’s tower.

“Aw you bitch!” Chase gasped. “You didn’t even play the game right!”

“Fuck your games. Actually eat the food like it’s supposed to be.”

“You’re just jealous cause you got a salad instead.”

“Maybe I am! Did you think of that?!”

“Dude, I just said I did!”

The rest of lunch was covered in the blanket of familiar banter. Jackie smiled to himself. God, he was so glad nothing changed.

About two hours later, the boys had made their way to the southern part of the city. That was where the park was. It had an official name, but everyone just called it “the park” because there was only one of them and it was shorter. The park itself was pretty big, with trees, paths, flowerbeds, and two playgrounds at either end.

Since it was the middle of the afternoon, there were quite a few families with young children hanging around, parents watching their kids climb all over the jungle gyms and pushing them on the swings. While Marvin and Jackie walked ahead, pulling JJ with them and talking his ears off, Chase and Schneep hung back a bit. Chase was staring at the families on the playground.

“Chase? Are you okay?” Schneep asked gently. 

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine. It’s not a down day.” Schneep gave him a Look. “No, really! It’s just...y’know, seeing all the kids kinda bums me out. You know?”

“Of course I do, Chase,” Schneep said. He was probably the only one of the boys who did. “If you are feeling upset, you can go home.”

“No! God, no, that’s not what I meant at all. This has been good so far. I don’t want it to end.” Chase frowned. “Now I’m just...man. I’m starting to lose it.”

“Chase.” Schneep grabbed his hand. “If you are not enjoying yourself, we can always go do something more quiet. We would hate to push you to do something you are not up to.”

Chase considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah, it’s not too bad. It helps that you guys are here, I think. But I’ll let you know...if it gets too much.”

Schneep gave him a long look, before finally judging that everything was alright. “Okay. You have to do that, or I am going to break into your home at night and yell at you for lying.”

“Okay, okay, I get the idea,” Chase laughed. He looked down at their clasped hands. “You’re not worried people are gonna think we’re a couple, then?”

“What? Oh. Is there no such thing as regular hand-holding in this country?! Besides, it should not fucking matter. Also you are not my type anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re not mine, either. You’re a guy.” Chase and Schneep both had a good laugh at that.

Marvin looked over his shoulder at the two of them. “Are you two gonna walk fast or what?”

“Or what,” Chase said with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re hilarious. A fucking comedic genius. Hey guys!” he said that last part to Jackie and JJ. “We’re gonna slow down so these two assholes can join us.”

“Marvin, how dare you,” Schneep said, mock-offended. “At least be more creative in your insulting us.”

“No.” The two mini-groups merged together to form the main group once again. “So what’re you two talking about?”

“Chase is worried that hand-holding makes a couple,” Schneep tattled.

“Bullshit,” Marvin stated. Jackie went “yeah!” in the background. JJ frowned at the use of language, but nodded. “What makes a couple is the kissing. And romantic interest in each other, which leads to the former.”

“You say, having not been on a date in at least five months,” Jackie muttered.

“Shut your stupid face, you...lovely person.” Marvin pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it, like he did when he was nervous. “We’ve all been kinda busy lately.”

“Yeah...that’s true,” Jackie sighed. “But maybe if you went out more, you could find someone you could go out with. Just once, if a commitment isn’t your thing right now.”

Marvin frowned. “Why in the wide world of wingmen would I go on a date once deliberately?”

“A night of fun?” Schneep suggested.

“With a complete stranger that I have no interest in? No. I need to have some intrigue in whoever they end up being.”

“None of you are gonna get anywhere with him,” Chase said. “He doesn’t get one-night stands.”

“Damn right I don’t! There’s no point!”

And it just seems improper, JJ signed. If you aren’t going to court someone, don’t approach them at all.

“Marvin! You have an ally!” Jackie gasped. 

“Good. Finally, someone who agrees with me.” Marvin held up his hand and, after a moment of figuring out, JJ high-fived it. “Yeah! There we go, you got it!”

Jackie checked the time on his phone. “Alright, it’s starting to get a bit late. If we want to get enough time at the fair, we’re gonna have to book it to the eastern side.”

They didn’t actually run the whole way there, despite Jackie wanting to. By the time they got to the fair the sun was starting to set. They bought tickets and headed inside, where the Ferris wheel and the roller coaster towered over the smaller rides and the carnival games. It was a weekday, but it was one of the first days the fair was open, so the fairgrounds were crowded but not packed.

Chase gasped. “Games. We can do the games first.”

You do realized they’re all rigged, right? JJ asked.

“Who cares? They’re fun! Games now.”

Soon, the others started to suspect that the reason Chase was so eager to play games was because he knew he would win every time. The dude was scarily good. A combination of sheer luck, skill, and fuck-it-let’s-take-a-chance-ness led to many more victories than the others, something Marvin and Schneep immediately called him out for.

“You are cheating, I am sure of it!” Schneep huffed, folding his arms.

“Nah, just have a knack for it. And, in this case, practice.” Chase tossed one of the wooden balls back and forth while he waited for the carnival worker to hand him his prize. “Ya gotta aim for a bit above the spot where the third jug sits on top of the other two, then throw hard. It’s a bit of an arc.”

“No, you’re a cheater,” Marvin asserted, muttering darkly.

“Aw, c’mon! Here, will this make you less salty?” Chase accepted his stuffed prize from the worker, then handed it right over to Marvin. “I got it for you! You like cats.”

Marvin glared down at the plushie. “You’re lucky it has a cute face,” he said.

“See?!” Chase smiled. He was actually having a good time. It was a good change of pace from the park.

Eventually, everyone had a prize except for JJ. They were running out of games to play, but then Jackie spotted one of those ‘find the ball under the shuffling cups.’ “Hey guys, you up for that one?”

JJ brightened. I’m actually quite skilled at those!

“Well, then, let’s go!” Jackie pulled him over, the others in tow.

The carnival worker was calling out the rules of the game. “You get one, you win one of these lovely roses, you get two in a row, you win one of these tiny fellows here, and you get three in a row, you win one of these adorable penguins! Step right up, step right up!”

“Hey!” Jackie waved to get the worker’s attention. “We want to play!”

“Well then, young sirs, the rules are simple. Keep your eye on the ball, see right here, right here, it’s under the middle cup. Now watch as I take the cup this way, then that, then this and oh look at that! It’s goin’ fast, it’s goin’ fast don’t lose it don’t lose it! Now, which one is the ball under?”

Jackie was fairly sure he knew where it was, but he turned to JJ anyway. “So, which one?” he asked.

JJ bit his lip, then reached forward to point at one of the cups...only for the worker to slap his hand away. “I’m sorry sir, please don’t touch the cups. To prevent tamperin’, see? Just tell me.”

JJ looked a bit stunned at the worker’s aggressive tone. But he signed It’s under the left one.

“Excuse me?”

“He says it’s under the left one,” Marvin jumped in.

“...ah, I see.” The worker lifted up the cup to reveal the ball. “Seems you were right. Do you want to try again?”

The boys glanced uneasily between each other. The worker’s tone had dropped from the polite-carnival talk to one that was a bit...short. She was also talking much slower than she was before, drawing out the vowel sounds. “He can hear you perfectly fine,” Chase said. “He just can’t talk.”

“Mmm...I see...” The worker pursed her lips. “Do you want to try again?”

They all nodded. The worker was silent this time as she shuffled the cups, faster than before. When she stopped, she looked at Jackie. “Which one is the ball under?”

Jackie had a vague idea where, but he wasn’t sure. “JJ, do you know?”

The left one again, JJ signed, less enthusiastically.

“The left,” Jackie translated.

The worker frowned as she revealed the ball under the left cup. “You boys aren’t cheating, are you? Those weird gestures seem like symbols.”

Marvin laughed bitterly. “Yeah, they’re symbols alright. They stand for words. Do you not know how sign language fucking works? He’s telling us the answers ‘cause he’s the best one at it. Now let’s do this one more time.”

The worker shuffled the cups impossibly fast. Once more, she asked Jackie where the ball was. This time, he had no idea, and just looked at JJ. JJ, in turn, stiffened a bit, eyes hardening. It’s under the right one, though I wouldn’t put it past her to sneak it up her sleeve.

“Right,” all the boys said in unison.

The worker reluctantly lifted up the rightmost cup to show the ball sitting underneath. “Congratulations,” she said dully. “You win one of the big prizes. What color do you want?”

Turquoise, JJ signed. “Turquoise,” Jackie translated.

They walked away from the booth in silence. After a few moments of walking, Marvin said, “I could totally put a curse on her.”

“No,” Jackie said firmly.

“Just one little spell. She can lose her voice for a week.”

JJ shook his head, then tucked his prize under his arm so he could use his hands to sign. Revenge is never the best answer. 

“It’s what she deserves!” Marvin snarled. “She was making that difficult on purpose. I saw her, she was going much slower with the customers before us. JJ, I’m so absolutely sorry on her behalf, cause god knows she’s not gonna fucking apologize.”

It’s okay, JJ insisted. Believe it or not, I’ve faced worse, especially in my day. They were much less friendly back then.

“I am sure you are not using that word in the correct meaning,” Schneep mumbled.

Marvin shoved his hand into the pocket containing his wand. “One hex. Come on. Just one. I won’t even make her ears fall off or anything.”

Everyone refused to let Marvin curse the carnival worker, and he reluctantly relented. At this point, they’d finished with the games, and all that was left were the rides. They took turns, one or two of them sitting out to watch the accumulated prizes while the others spun and flew and then stumbled off the rides. After trying most of the rides out, they took a snack break for ice cream and cotton candy.

“I think the Ferris wheel is the only one left,” Jackie said. “Unless we want to catch that sideshow thing. There’s supposed to be magicians—”

“Fake,” Marvin interrupted.

“—clowns, animals, and they advertised a knife-thrower—”

Schneep nearly choked on his ice cream. “No.”

“Okay, got it. No show then.” Jackie nodded. “But I’m not too sure about the Ferris wheel. I know at least one of us is afraid of heights.”

“Yeah, uh, me.” Chase bit his lip. “But I think I’ll be fine if I don’t look over the edge. Unless someone else doesn’t want to go on it, then I’ll stay off with them.”

“I’m good,” Jackie said. “Schneep? Marv? Either of you scared of heights?” Both of them shook their heads. “Alright. JJ?”

JJ signed, A bit, but after all these dizzy rides, I’ll take something calm like the Ferris wheel, if you please.

“Alright. Guess we’re going on the wheel, then!”

Night had truly fallen by this point. The Ferris wheel wasn’t exceptionally tall, but it still rose above everything else in the fair, providing a fantastic view of the colored lights below. Instead of having the traditional two-person seats, this wheel had booths that could fit up to eight people, so all the boys fit into one just fine. The wheel turned, and the booth turned with it. Chase squirmed, resolutely not looking over the side. Jackie and Marvin did the exact opposite, practically leaning out of the booth to look down below.

JJ tapped Schneep, signing something real quick. Schneep nodded, then yelled “Can you two stop that?! You are going to fall out of the fucking side, and you are making Jamie nervous.”

“Oh, sorry.” Jackie sat back down.

“Aww,” Marvin groaned, but pulled back into his seat. “I hope you know I do this for you, JJ.”

JJ smiled. Thank you, it’s appreciated. And I’m sure your body feels the same way, having narrowly avoided a fall to great injury.

“Nah, I would’ve been fine.”

The wheel stopped. Their booth was right at the top. “Oh, fuck,” Chase muttered, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You know, you didn’t have to come,” Jackie said quietly. “We would’ve been alright letting you stay down on the ground.”

Chase peeked between his hands. “I know. But...it’s really nice up here. Quiet. And with just you guys. As long as I ignore the distance from the ground, I’m good. You’re my friends, you know, and you make everything better.”

“Oh, Chase,” Marvin gasped. “That’s...really sweet!”

“What? Didn’t think we where friends?”

“It’s...always nice to be reminded.” Marvin smiled softly.

Well then consider this your reminder, Marvin! JJ wiggled his mustache happily. I consider you all my friends, maybe even family. You are all wonderful people and I love having you in my life!

“Nooo, stop.” It was hard to see in the dark, only lit up by the lightbulbs on the Ferris wheel, but it was possible that Marvin was actually blushing.

“You know what? I love you guys.” Jackie grinned. “Not afraid to admit it! Best friends I’ve ever had.”

Schneep cleared his throat. “Yes, I feel the same. You are all great people, and I am fortunate to have met you. I...love you as well.”

“Aaaahck!” Marvin appeared to be trying to fold into himself. “Too much love! Fatality!”

Chase chuckled. “Marvin! Accept our love!”

We love you, Marvin! JJ signed eagerly. Now you have to say it back!

Marvin made a strange sort of groaning exhale before inhaling deeply, calming down. “Yeah...I—I love you guys too. God, I love you guys so much. You should all know that.”

“There we go!” Jackie said, triumphant. “Marvin, you are, truly, the emotionally constipated one. And I thought Schneep was the worst.”

“Excuse me?!” Schneep gasped. “I assure you I am very love-sharing. I just do not use words too much because they are complicated.”

“Understandable,” Chase shrugged. “I can barely speak half the time, and I was born in English.”

I thought you were born in Ireland, JJ signed, amused.

“Oh, you know what I mean!”

The Ferris wheel started lowering, stopping and starting as it let passengers off. The boys stepped out of the booth and onto land once again.

JJ yawned. I must say that I’m rather tired after all this. I think it’s time we go home.

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel it,” Jackie agreed.

“You all are weak!” Marvin countered. “I’m good for another couple hours.”

“Watch you crash immediately upon entering your room,” Chase laughed.

“Oh, shut up.”

“I think JJ is right,” Jackie said. “It’s time to go home.”

Schneep nodded. “Yes, I could stay up longer, but I have morning shift tomorrow so I should not push my luck. I will see you all later?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Course, dude!”

“Definitely.”

Count on it!

With that, they left the fair. Eventually they split up, each heading their own separate ways until they eventually got to wherever they were staying that night. Some went to sleep immediately, some stayed up a bit later, but eventually they all went to bed.

And when they decided to do it, none of them had trouble for once.

[baekhyunbitz]

🌸about me tag🌸

I was tagged by the oh so incredible Chelle. Thank you babe😚💚🖤💚🖤

The rules are:

1. Tag the person who tagged you

2. Answer the questions.

3. Tag 10 people

Let’s get it started!

•How tall are you?

164.5cm... a small 5'4

•What color and style is your hair?

I'm a natural Ginger but I've died my hair plenty of colors. Now it's short. Bob length honestly. I really want to dye it a blue though. It would be my first major color. I want my hair to resemble Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim.

•What color are your eyes?

Brown. Not sure what shade you would call it so you tell me! I'm told they are very beautiful in the sunlight. I do love them in the sunlight myself.

•Do you wear glasses?

I do... they are a hassle but I need to see so I put up with them. I'm near sighted.

•Do you wear braces?

Nope. My teeth are not perfectly straight but close to it.

•What’s your fashion sense?

I'm a pretty casual/edgy/comfy dresser. My main piece of clothing is HOODIES!! ask @broccoli-channie-soup, she's seen it!! I wear tight jeans cause loose pants that arent sweatpants feel weird to me. Band tees are my life. I even have my selection of kpop shirts I like to wear a lot. Patterns like stripes or animal prints are a slight favorite of mine. Van's are my go to shoes, if not then my ked boots or my Lugz.

•Full name?

Jade Amber Carter.

Jade: The name of Luke Skywalker's wife in the Star Wars books.

Amber: the stone that they extracted DNA from in Jurassic Park.

(My dad is a huge geek, but I've learned well!)

•When were you born?

June 27th, 1995 on a Tuesday at 9pm exactly. I was also a problem baby, my mom needed a C-section cause the cord wrapped around my neck.

•Where are you from and where do you live now?

I was born in Florida and then moved to Indiana when I turned 13, so I've been here 10 years now, 11 in June.

•What school do you go to?

I graduated high school in 2014. I have not done any other schooling though but I plan to do online schooling at some point in my future.

•What kind of student are you?

I honestly was a really shy person all through school till maybe my senior year.

•Do you like school?

It was okay. I miss the fun memories and wish I did Show Choir longer.

•Favorite subject?

Music for sure. Took music every year in school starting in 4th grade.

•Favorite TV show?

I have a couple.

American Horror Story

Sabrina

Shameless

He is Psychometric

Do Bong Soon

What happened to secretary Kim

Big Bang Theory

•Favorite Movie?

CRAZY RICH ASIANS. I love the story so much, the main characters!!!!! The way Rachael Carrie's herself through the whole movie, not taking shit from anyone. And Nick is just so freaking handsome. Asian Ellen is my favorite hahaha she kills me. All around, a terrific movie.

•Favorite books?

Can't get there from here - Todd Strasser

Favorite pastime?

Going to amusement parks!!!! I miss the thrill of the rides so much. And beaches!!! I used to go all the time.

•Do you have any regrets?

I regret quite a bit with my last relationship but I know, without those mistakes, I wouldnt be here doing what I'm doing and being a better me each and every day.

•Dream job?

Photographer. I still need to get my own camera but I use my friends and have my pictures in albums on Facebook.

•Would you ever like to be married?

Maybe one day but I'm in no rush!

•Would you like to have kids?

Probably but not anytime soon. I struggle just living with myself everyday, I dont have that mental state to handle a child.

•How many?

1-2

•Do you like shopping?

It's a sin and a curse honestly.... I have a spending issue....

But I do take care of actual bills and rent first.

•What countries have you visited?

I want to travel all over the world so bad especially for my photography growth. But sadly I've only stayed in the United States

•Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

It was actually a night mare within a nightmare. I was dreaming that I was at my best friend's old house with her in her room. The spot at the end of her bed, you could see out into the living room and it was pitch black. We both heard a noise out in the living room. We paused the movie and both looked out the door for a minute. Then all of a sudden a boy in all white runs up right to the doorway and is screaming at us. He doesn't go past the doorway though. I woke up from this dream thinking everything was fine. I got up from the bed and its morning, I open the door and that little boy was there and started yelling in my face. I was so scared, I slammed the door and ran back to the bed and then I woke up for me and kinda freaked my friend out. That house was just haunted by something, it freaked us out for years.

•Any enemies?

Myself like always.

•Any significant other?

@broccoli-channie-soup ofcourse!!!!!

•Do you believe in miracles?

Sometimes.

•How are you?

I'm okay. More depressed though in the last three years but it's gotten worse this year. I'm just all over the place mentally and emotionally. I've had my good days in between the many bad ones. I wake up every morning so I can't complain too much.

I'm tagging: @broccoli-channie-soup @cho-ji-eun @kingparkjinyoung @teamwanggae @kpopiseverythng @felixis-es @sleepysungjin @akpopqueen @wonheoney @thotnosoppa and if anyone else who wants to do this, feel free!!

[incorrectchoniberonicaswangs]

hey baby won't you look my way (i can be your new addiction)

Chapter 3: ...no these are fuCKING SEXTS

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Chapter Summary: There's a substitute teacher, Cheryl and Toni have a plan, and Betty is a "good fucking person."

Monday, 7:17 AM

gays united

hbicheryl: good morning gays

wannabett: CHERYL

hbicheryl: good morning gays, cousin betty

hbicheryl: happy?

wannabett: yes

hisshissmotherfucker: why the fuck are you texting us at this ungodly hour

hisshissmotherfucker: go back to sleep

nopeaz: school starts in less than an hour dipshit

hisshissmotherfucker: whatever

veroffica: cheryl, you're in a way better mood than normal. what happened?

hbicheryl: im offended! cant i just be in a good mood because i feel like it?

wannabett: no

hbicheryl: fine

hbicheryl: the history teacher is sick so we have a substitute

hisshissmotherfucker: FUCK YES

wannabett: im confused why is this a good thing??

spillthefogarTEA: oh betty

spillthefogarTEA: poor, sweet betty

nopeaz: substitutes are naive and cant control the class

nopeaz: so we can do whatever we want

wannabett: im not sure thats the best idea

spillthefogarTEA: choni and i have history first period with you, cooper

spillthefogarTEA: we'll show you what we mean

8:16 AM

hbicheryl + nopeaz

hbicheryl: this is even better than i thought

nopeaz: he looks so timid

hbicheryl: this is going to be so much fun

hbicheryl: lets begin phase one

8:19 AM

gays united

wannabett: is this cheryl and tonis master plan? to text out in the open?

jugheadalones: theyre cheryl and toni

wannabett: meaning??

jugheadalones: im sure theres more to it than that

goingtoheller: ^^tru

wannabett: i guess ill just have to wait and see

8:23 AM

gays united

wannabett: okay the sub is asking cheryl and toni to get off their phones

wannabett: theyre ignoring him ofc

wannabett: asdJFDJJSSSKKDXM

hisshissmotherfucker: WHAT HAPPENED

spillthefogarTEA: HE GRABBED TONIS PHONE RIGHT OUT OF HER HANDS SHE LOOKS SO FUCKING STARTLED

goingtoheller: LMAO

spillthefogarTEA: OH SHIT NOW HES READING CHONIS TEXTS FROM TONIS PHONE

wannabett: ...no these are fuCKING SEXTS

veroffica: I'M WHEEZING

hisshissmotherfucker: WHAT DO THE TEXTS SAY

spillthefogarTEA: "maybe after this we can sneak in a quickie between classes"

spillthefogarTEA: "i could finger you up against the bathroom wall"

spillthefogarTEA: "or i could eat you out in the storage closet"

spillthefogarTEA: "of course... youd have to be quiet"

spillthefogarTEA: "do you think you can do that? can you be a good girl for me?"

wannabett: cheryl is as red as her hair

wannabett: toni looks like she wishes the earth would swallow her whole

goingtoheller: I'M DEAD.

veroffica: THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD

hbicheryl: GUYS STOP LAUGHING THIS ISNT FUNNY

goingtoheller: no, this is definitely funny.

hisshissmotherfucker: wait were the texts from toni or cheryl??

wannabett: he didnt say

goingtoheller: ooh, any theories? i'm still on team vers. cheryl, can you confirm anything?

hbicheryl: SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

veroffica: i should hope so!

jugheadalones: ...i did NOT need to know this much about chonis sex life

wannabett: i guess the sub isnt as incompetent as you thought

spillthefogarTEA: lmao sucks to be you guys

spillthefogarTEA: oh shit i think hes looking at the notifications

spillthefogarTEA: "spill the... fogarty!" yep im done for youre all invited to my funeral except for choni bc they got us into this mess

wannabett: fangs' phones has been confiscated as well as cheryls in case you were wondering

wannabett: haha thats karma i guess

wannabett: fuck now he wants mine too why me??

veroffica: ...guys?

goingtoheller: that was the most exciting thing that i've witnessed secondhand in a WHILE.

hisshissmotherfucker: i hope nothing bad happened to fangs

hisshissmotherfucker: or toni or cheryl or betty

jugheadalones: i wonder whats going on there right now

veroffica: well, i don't have any classes with any of them for a while, so i won't be able to know what happened until they get their phones back.

hisshissmotherfucker: ^^

jugheadalones: ^^

goingtoheller: ^^

12:03 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: WE FINALLY GOT OUR PHONES BACK

hbicheryl: I CAN PRACTICALLY TASTE THE FREEDOM

nopeaz: now i just have to go live in a cave for a few years until everyone forgets about that debacle

spillthefogarTEA: thats not going to happen any time soon

goingtoheller: fangs is right, that was iconic.

veroffica: you two will never live that down.

jugheadalones: half of riverdale high is already speculating as to which one of you two sent the texts and which one of you received the texts

hisshissmotherfucker: cheryl, toni, care to make a statement?

hbicheryl: no

nopeaz: fuck off

goingtoheller: well, at least they seem to be on the same page.

wannabett: can we talk about whats REALLY important now??

jugheadalones: and what would that be?

wannabett: ALL FOUR OF US GOT DETENTION!!

veroffica: can the substitute even do that?

spillthefogarTEA: yeah, he wrote us all up for "repeatedly disobeying a clear set of instructions"

nopeaz: at least its only for today

wannabett: ive never gotten detention before! how the hell am i going to explain this to my mom??

hbicheryl: lmao cant relate

wannabett: im a good fucking person i dont deserve this

12:39 PM

gays united

hisshissmotherfucker: wait cheryl and toni what was your master plan?

hbicheryl: oh we were just going to sext for a while and then make out in the back of the classroom

veroffica: ...that was a letdown.

goingtoheller: yeah, i expected better.

nopeaz: we were horny when we came up with that plan okay

jugheadalones: now THAT makes more sense

spillthefogarTEA: tbh im still kinda disappointed tho

1:22 PM

gays united

wannabett: SHIT

veroffica: what's wrong, betts?

wannabett: i think the school told my mom about the detention :(

goingtoheller: what makes you think that?

wannabett: shes called me four times today already

wannabett: ive been ignoring her but knowing my mom she'll probably just show up here to talk to me

jugheadalones: she wouldnt do that

wannabett: you underestimate her

veroffica: b is right. her mom is just crazy enough to do that.

1:40 PM

gays united

wannabett: huh i wonder why the secretary is calling me to the office

wannabett: it couldnt be my mom, could it??

wannabett: who wants to bet against me?

goingtoheller: a, congrats on finally living up to your screen name!

goingtoheller: b, there is no way that i'm going to be stupid enough to take you up on that.

jugheadalones: i'll bite.

jugheadalones: 20 bucks it isnt her

wannabett: youre on jug

wannabett: be prepared to lose $20

1:55 PM

gays united

wannabett: angry-mama-cooper.jpeg

wannabett: fork over the money jones

jugheadalones: ...fuck

jugheadalones: this is what i get for believing that alice cooper wouldnt be that petty??

hbicheryl: no this is what you get for being a fool

wannabett: same thing

spillthefogarTEA: okay im sure that im going to regret asking this, but what did mrs cooper want that took fifteen minutes to talk about?

wannabett: the usual

wannabett: "youre disappointing your family, you need to do better, you dont want to end up like polly," etc.

veroffica: i'm sorry, b. :(

wannabett: it isnt your fault v

veroffica: i know, but your mom clearly isn't sorry for the crazy expectations she puts on you because polly didn’t turn out the way she wanted, so somebody has to be. and i want that somebody to be me.

wannabett: you really think so?

veroffica: i know so.

spillthefogarTEA: thats so sweet

hbicheryl: and REALLY gay

spillthefogarTEA: ofc

veroffica: *bi, and betty and i are just best friends.

wannabett: ^^^

spillthefogarTEA: sweets and i are best friends and if i had said something like that to him yall wouldnt think that we were just being friends

wannabett: thats bc you and sweet pea are super gay for each other

hisshissmotherfucker: false

spillthefogarTEA: ...you dont think that im hot? :(

hisshissmotherfucker: no i think that youre the hottest person in the whole damn universe

hisshissmotherfucker: but that doesnt mean that im in love with you

hbicheryl: babe do you see this shit??

nopeaz: i see it all right

hbicheryl: im so glad that we arent like that

nopeaz: me too :)

hbicheryl: i love you toni

nopeaz: i love you too cher

veroffica: awww, that was adorable.

veroffica: but also: what will it take to convince all of you that betty and i are telling the truth??

goingtoheller: nothing, ever. you are both so clearly whipped it isn't even funny.

jugheadalones: like cheryl and toni levels of whipped

hbicheryl: except you two arent even dating!!

nopeaz: the same goes for sweets and fangs too

hisshissmotherfucker: whatever

spillthefogarTEA: ^^^

wannabett: ^^^

veroffica: ^^^

jugheadalones: why do i even try anymore

2:29 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: well its time to go into the hellish pit the school calls detention

wannabett: i wonder if theyll make us do manual labor

spillthefogarTEA: sweet pea practically lived in detention at southside high, ask him

hisshissmotherfucker: thats true

hisshissmotherfucker: and yes sometimes they do make you do some janitorial work around the school

hbicheryl: oh my fucking god im going to die

jugheadalones: stop being so extra cheryl

goingtoheller: no never stop being extra cheryl it is the best part of this chat

hbicheryl: for your information hobo i will never ever stop being dramatic and if you say that again i will fight you

hbicheryl: and dont worry keller i wont change

nopeaz: thats my girl!!

hisshissmotherfucker: as i was saying

hisshissmotherfucker: youll probably just sit in a room and do your homework

hbicheryl: thats even worse

2:34 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: THEY WANT TO TAKE OUR PHONES

hbicheryl: WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US ABOUT THIS SWEET PEA

hisshissmotherfucker: i thought it would be a nice surprise

nopeaz: screw you

hbicheryl: IF I NEVER GET OUT OF HERE TELL MY MOTHER THAT SHES AN AWFUL BITCH AND THAT I HATE HER

veroffica: sure thing, blossom.

3:00 PM

gays united

hbicheryl: MY PHONE IS BACK I LOVE IT SO MUCH THIS SCHOOL IS SHIT AND DETENTION FUCKING SUCKS

goingtoheller: that's a lot of moods.

jugheadalones: ^^

veroffica: "that's a lot of moods" is just cheryl's personality in a nutshell.

wannabett: tru

hisshissmotherfucker: tru

nopeaz: tru

hbicheryl: tru

Notes: Writing choni's sexts was the best part of this chapter, honestly. Also, I noticed that I refer to Cheryl and Toni as 'choni' an awful lot, which probably has direct correlation to my laziness. I know that this chapter has a lot less to do with the overlying plot, and that's because I'm trying something different. Tell me if you like it this way or if you want me to go back to more plot-heavy chapters.

[thundersstruck]

I call the shots bub- Auston Matthews

A/N: we all know I’ve got a soft™️ spot for Aus and this is a cute idea :) so if you read my imagine “to the grave” this is the backstory as to how the two of you met... You have to read it to understand ? Idk please just read it, it’s soft and wholesome.

Requested: nope, are they ever?

Warnings: swearing and bad pick up lines

Word count: 1212

Gif credit: @puckslut44

Enjoy!!

(Y/N)’s POV

I felt the cool air of the outdoor arena surround me as I walked towards the ice. The boys were set to play in the Stadium Series, in March and of course it's freezing but I still have to take pictures because that's my job. As I stood by the glass trying to figure out good angles a voice snuck up on me.

"Whatcha doing?" The voice asked. "I am scoping out angles for photos during the game, don't worry I have credentials." I answer turning around to be faced with Auston Matthews and a smiley Mitch Marner in the background. "You come here often?" He asks me. "Uhh not exactly." I say shoving my hands in my coat pocket after adjusting my Maple Leafs beanie. "What do you mean not exactly?" He asks standing a little closer to me. "I work for your team ya know, I just travel with you guys. I am literally one of the team photographers." I start. "I've also know Mitchy the Bitchy, which I came up with that name in high school, since kindergarten." I finish looking up at Auston's towering figure. "Mitchy the Bitchy, wow that's cleaver. Do you have jersey because I need your name and number." He smirks down at my huddled and freezing figure. "One, that was bad but smooth as fuck, I'm (Y/N). But two, listen here, I'm the photographer and I call the shot bub. You have to give me your number first and tell Mitchy TO STOP BEING ANNOYING." I sass, yelling the last part so Mitch can hear me. "SHUT UP AND GO ON A DATE WITH HIM" Mitch yells back "YOU ARENT MY MOM DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO." I yell back turning toward him "YEAH MITCHY THE BITCHY YOU ARENT HER MOM" Auston chirps at him earning a smile and I stifled laugh from me. Mitch turns away in anger and stomps away. "So how bout that number?" He asks handing me his phone. I insert my number and send myself a text, then hear my phone ding. "So will I see you at the game?" I ask as we walk towards the exit together "no you will not, I am injured and cannot play" He says using finger quotations around injured and cannot play. "Why the air quotes?" I ask. "Because I think I'm fine but coach would rather me be okay for playoffs than this." He says stopping and I keep walking "Damn did you sit in a pile of sugar because that's a sweet ass" He chirps at me and I turn around, now walking backwards "nice try Matthews but that sucked." I say before stumbling over some snow and ice in the parking lot, causing me to fall flat on my ass. "Ow fuck that hurt." I say as he runs towards me. "Are you okay?" He asks helping me up, as I brush the snow off my butt. "I'm peachy." I say feeling my cheeks heat up as his fingers brush mine. We stare at each other until I clear my throat. "I Uhh have to get back to my hotel room to get all of equipment... and maybe thicker pants." I say realizing that now my ass is cold and wet. "Yeah you actually have a job to do today unlike me." He says turning away. "Bye (Y/N) the photographer" He yells "bye Auston the injured" I yell back in a sing song voice as I get into my rental car.

*later at the game*

I stand by the ice as the anthems play and the boys get ready to play. I'm literally freezing to death as Mitch skates over to me. "So did Aus ask you out yet?" He asks me "no he didn't, I have a job to do and so do you leave me alone Mitchy." I sass back and he skates away. As he skates away my phone goes off so I dig through my layers to find it. When I get it I see I have a text from Auston.

Auston: the ref better give me two for hooking, because I am hooked on you.

Me: where are you getting these because that was awful but I throughly enjoyed it?

Auston: I can't tell you my secrets darling

Me: mhmm sure, you're bad at flirting

Auston: I'm insulted

Me: and I'm freezing, join the club buddy

Before he can respond I have to actually do my job. The period goes along nicely, the boys not doing much other than Zach scoring a goal and then letting in three from the Capitals. I head into the locker room area for warmth. When I get there I see I have multiple texts from Auston, this boy never stops.

Auston: you go do your job boo

Auston: yessss that's my girl taking pictures

Auston: that was a bit forward oops

Auston: go to the locker rooms at first intermission I'll meet you there.

As I read the messages I hear someone clear their throat, I look up and see a bundled up but nicely dressed Auston with two cups of hot chocolate. "You look incredibly cold out there, so I thought I’d be nice.” He says handing me one of the cups. “Wow how kind. Thank you.” I say taking a sip before my attention is drawn away from his soft brown eyes. “Hey (y/n) you’re gonna get sick if you stay by the boards all game, I’ll trade you go somewhere warm for the rest of the game for shots.” My coworker says. “Are you sure?” I ask “yeah, we don’t really want one of our best photographers getting sick because of this game.” He says walking away. “Would you care to join me?” I ask him holding out my hand. “Hmm I would love too.” He says intertwining his fingers with mine. “Your hands are freezing” he exclaims. “Yes I was standing in the cold without gloves because my camera doesn’t work with gloves for some reason.” I respond as he shoves our hands into his warm jacket pocket. We continue walking until we’re higher up in the stadium where there’s nobody. “Sorry I’m bringing you into the cold.” I say over the wind. “It’s fine, it’s a great first date.” He smirks with a wink. “Smooth. But yes a great first date.” I agree with him as a smile plays on both of our lips and blush on our cheeks.

We stay in the same spot for the rest of the game, I take pictures here and there but not many because Auston makes sure my hand stays in his so it’s warm. During the final minutes of the game the power suddenly goes out and Auston moves a little closer to me. “What are you doing Matthews?” I ask him as his face comes closer to mine. “Making a move I should’ve made in October.” He says pressing his lips against mine. It was a soft and gentle kiss, full of compassion and dare I say it, love. He pulls away and we’re both breathless. “What was that?” I ask “A compassionate kiss that should’ve happened awhile ago” He says as I bite my lip. “Disgusting... do it again.”

[kz-i-co]

No Harm

Request: "Hi I just recently found out Tumblr page and I love your writing. I was hoping to make a one shot request on monsta x wonho. Where y/N is being bullied by him but he bullies her because he likes her. Thank you in advance✨💕."

Pairing: Shin Hoseok/ Lee Hoseok (Wonho)/ Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 5.9k

A/N: I hope this is okay anon- I was in the mood for a summer camping vibe king of story so I used your request for it :)

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You smiled seeing the clock strike 4:30. It was the last class of the last day of your freshman year of college and you couldn't wait to start your summer vacation.

You entered your dorm and immediately started packing your bags. "You excited to go home?" Your roommate asked.

"Yes, I can't wait to dive into my pool when I get home." You jumped in your sneaks.

"Sounds like fun, at least you only have to drive a half hour." She pouted.

"I know, I'm sorry." You felt guilty. Joy had to travel 3 hours just to get home. That was rough. You liked your roommate and couldn't wait to see her in a few months but you werent close enough to hang out all the time, especially on break.

You were in the greatest mood that nothing could ruin it. You blasted out your favorite tropical tunes, with the windows open, letting the wind wipe your hair annoyingly in your face, but you didn't care.

You even stopped for fast good on the way home because it's been forever since you had a decent meal. College food was good but it was the same choices.

Once you got home, you noticed a truck out front with the garage door open. You began to question what was going on and then you figured your mother was probably having another one of her episodes and need to clean out the house once again. She hated cluster and had to change future every now and then. It used to drive you crazy but it's been a while since you've been home so still nothing was killing your mood.

As soon as you got inside, you heard your brother's voice. Your first thought was, 'why was he here?', but then you remembered your mother needed a strong male to help her with her spring cleaning or whatever she liked to call it.

You entered the kitchen and saw your sweet ol' big brother and then your eyes made contact with him. You said nothing could kill your mood but now you stand corrected. You were in a bad mood precisely.

He made eye contact with you and smirked. "Hey (Y/N)'s home." He hit your brother to point you out.

"Hey." Shownu came over and gave you a big bear hug. "I missed you." You smiled. You missed your brother but you didn't miss the lingering leech behind him.

"Did you miss me?" He came up to you.

"Let me think? No Wonho, I didn't." You sassed.

"You guys are the same." Shownu rolled his eyes amused.

"I'm sure you did." He smirked again as he leaned down and whispered to you.

"I didn't....maybe if you leave for a long time then I'll change my mind."

"(Y/N)! That is so rude, apologize." Your mother joined the conversation.

Wonho stared at you amused and you pouted like a little child. "I'm so sorry....dick." You mumbled the last part.

Wonho was the only one that heard you and looked at you amused. He was a jerk and you couldn't stand even being around him.

"Okay man, I'll talk to you later." He high fived Wonho.

"Bye shorty." He ruffled with your hair as he passed and you just gave him a sarcastic smile.

"You getting rid of stuff again?" You asked.

"I'm redecorating." She said and went upstairs.

"Anyway, how was school?" Shownu asked.

"Fine." You shrugged. "Glad it's over...for now." You huffed.

"Hey remember those camping trips dad used to take us on?" He asked.

"Yeah." You opened the fridge.

"I was thinking maybe we could bring back the tradition?"

Your father used to take you camping the week after school ended for the summer. It was always the best time you ever had but unfortunately he passed away 6 years ago so life has been dull. Your father was always the adventurous one and the fun one. Your mother is more of the stay at home introvert.

"Come on, it will be fun."

"Just the two of us?" You asked.

"Well maybe you could bring some of your friends......and I'll bring some of mine, and Eunji maybe." He said.

"Okay....which friends are you thinking?" You asked intrigued.

"Not sure....Minhyuk is pretty handy with a tent."

You tried not to make your blush obvious. You had a crush on Minhyuk for a while now and you intended to keep it a secret, especially from your brother.

"Let me text them." He got out his phone and made it out of the kitchen.

-

It's a been a few days since you enjoyed your summer vacation and you spent most of the hours in the pool or sun bathing.

"Is your brother bringing the boo's?" Arin asked laying next to you.

"I don't know but he better." You laughed. You were beyond excited and you got one more friend to join you.

"Who is your brother taking?"

"He said Minhyuk and Jooheon are coming and also his girlfriend and her sister and that's all."

"Are his friends hot?" She asked.

"Yes." It was clear that all his friends were attractive, even the one you hated.

"Especially Minhyuk."

"You still crushing on him?" She asked amused.

"Hell yes." You had no shame when it came towards your friends.

"What about his muscular friend? Is that one Jooheon?" She asked.

"Jooheon is the one with the dimples." You haven't seen Joonheon in a while so you weren't sure with the one she was talking about.

"Oh no, not him, the one who had blond hair, has adorable ears." Oh god no. She's talking about Wonho.

"No." You said in disgust. "He isn't coming thank god." Your brother already told you he had to work. You felt instant relief.

"What's wrong?"

"I hate him."

"Why?" She laughed.

"He's an ass."

"But he's hot."

"I don't care." You took off your sunglasses and dived back into the pool.

"Ever think that maybe he likes you?" She smirked.

"Nope." You leaned back floating on the water.

"He might?" She just shrugged with a smile.

Wonho was very attractive, you didn't deny that but too bad his horrible personality got in the way.

-

It was the day you were leaving and you were upstairs with your two friends packing for the week.

"So where are we going?" Arin asked.

"Leahigh waterfalls....it's So beautiful." You smiled. "Out of all the places my dad took me, that one was his favorite."

"I heard of it, but never been."

"Trust me, you'll love it." You were just about done.

"So what's the plan?" Jane asked.

"My brother and his friends are getting the alcohol and other drinks and I said we would bring snacks and other types of junk....he has a cooler full of different foods for dinne and stuff."

"Do we have to pee outside?" Jane asked. She was very girly.

"Last time I went they had an outhouse?"

"Okay." She still looked disgusted.

"Lets go." You went down to the car.

"Please don't drink to much." Your mother said as you packed the car.

"No worries."

-

"Oh wow....how beautiful." You parked right outside of the waterfall.

You forgotten how beautiful it was.

"Look the boys are here and they are getting the tents up." Jane pointed.

You saw Shownu setting up the third tent. There was 4 in total.

"Hey ladies." Minhyuk greeted as soon as you stepped out of the car.

"Hi." You blushed.

"(Y/N) long time no see." He leaned in to give you a friendly hug.

"Yeah."

"How's school?"

"Schools school." You smiled with a shrug.

"I bet." He gave you a warm smile. "Here let me get that for you."

He took your bag for you and you grabbed the bag with snacks and started walking side by side with him.

You brushed your hair behind your ear nervously. Minhyuk always made you feel that way, he was just so sweet and gentle.

"Hey shorty." You heard a familiar voice and you looked up seeing who it was.

You felt like someone just stabbed you with a knife. You saw the boy step out of the tent and was waving in your direction.

You couldn't even speak. What the fuck was he doing here?

"Shownu." You ran over to your brother in a quick pace.

"Hey I missed you-" You grabbed him. "What is he doing here?" You mumbled.

"He got off of work so he wanted to come."

"Why?"

"What's wrong, you guys are always acquainted with each other." Your brother clearly didn't see your true feelings. He thought is was all friendly teasing, but it wasn't.

"No, we arent."

Minhyuk was by your side now. "We haven't decided on sleeping arrangements yet." He said as he put your bag near the others.

"Thank you." You sweetly smiled.

Wonho noticed you being all sweet with Minhyuk and he rolled his eyes. He walked over to you guys and put his arm around you.

"You want to help me get firewood?" He said and you immediately pushed his arm off.

"Not really." He groaned.

"Come on, it will be fun, I'm up for a little hike." Minhyuk smiled.

"Okay." You answered sweetly and followed Minhyuk.

Wonho watched you and glare as you fell for his charm. "Why does she hate me so much?"

"She doesn't hate you, my sister is brutally honest, trust me." Shownu said.

"I guess she is." Wonho could read you perfectly.

"Hey Jane, Arin want to help me build this last tent?" Shownu asked your friends.

"Okay."

....

"Wonho, you ready?" Minhyuk asked as he lingered behind.

"Yeah."

"Can I come, I love to look around."

"Jihyun, hey." Minhyuk greeted. "This is Eunji's sister."

You smiled genuinely. You never met her but you heard she was really nice.

"This place is so beautiful, there is this beautiful bridge above the-" She walked off with Minhyuk and you just stood there in agony.

"Come on pal." Wonho put his arm around you again.

"Can you not, please." You pushed him away and started walking back.

"Where are you going it's this way." He grabbed your hand.

You were in a bad mood now. "I dont want to go now."

"Why because your boyfriend walked away from you." He said in an annoying mocking voice.

"Will you get a life." You snapped.

"I'm sorry, please help me." He begged.

"Fine." You walked back the other way.

It was an awkward silence and you had no idea where Minhyuk and Jihyun even went. You walked up to the hill that was on the top of the water fall. It was the same as you remember. It brought you back memories of your dad.

"Where does that lead?" Wonho asked as you saw a path in the woods.

"I don't know, I never been in there."

"Come on." He grabbed your hand.

"I don't know-"

"It will be cool."

"And what if we get lost dipwad." You insulted.

He suddenly turned towards you and leaned forward. "Stop being a downer."

He looked at you too close that it made you feel uncomfortable.

You pushed him away. "I wouldn't be a downer if I was somewhere else you werent."

"Why are you so hostile?" He walked backwards in front of you.

"You know Why?"

"I don't."

"Are you kidding me?" You glared.

"What?"

"You're a dick, that's why?"

He laughed. "How?"

"You're an idiot."

"Okay, I'm sorry, it's just fun."

"Because you're a heartless pig." You ended the conversation.

He stoped in his tracts as you kept going. You looked around and it seemed that you were in some abandoned garden and there was a small stone ruin that looked to be a house centuries ago.

"Wow." You smiled at how beautiful it was. You have never seen a ruin up close before. The middle of the garden had an old water fountain with green moss grown all around it.

"That house gives me the creeps." Wonho said.

"What do you mean?" You were still looking around in amazement.

"Looks like something from blair witch."

"Shut up, does not." You sat down on the stone bench. There were a few carvings of names written into it.

"Aww, these names are in a heart."

"Cute." Wonho said sarcastically.

"Look." You saw something inside the torn house and walked inside.

"Come on, why go in there?" He whined.

The house didn't have anything to it but there was a staircase that led to the back and there was a table and chairs set. As you tried to step through the door way, your foot got stuck between twigs and thrones.

You groaned trying to get your foot out. You held onto the door and tried pulling harder and you fell backwards but your foot was still caught. As you were about to dreadfully call Wonho's name he already made eye contact with and came over as quickly as possible.

He looked at you concerned. A look you never seen on him before. "Are you hurt?" He asked sweetly.

"My foots stuck." You whined.

"Okay hold on." He kneeled down and moved the thrones around. It was too tight that he had to pull his pocket knife out and cut you free. Even though you were release you still had your shoelaces all knoted with more twigs.

"Here, let's go back and get you cleaned up." He smiled.

He grabbed your hand and he had to help you jump over the entrance of the door, so you wouldn't get stuck again. You were surprised when he carried you in his arms and helped you sit on the bench.

He kneeled in front of you and fixed your shoe to get all the spikes out. You couldn't help but stare as he gently worked on your foot. You have never seen this side of him before. You liked it. For once he didn't tease you like he normally does. Especially at a time like this. No jokes about being stuck or anything.

"You have a few scratches, so we'll get you patched up." He got up. "Lets get out of here before you disturb the peace." There it was.

"Thank you." You shyly said.

He looked at you serious. "Anytime."

....

Once you got back closer to camp, you helped gather firewood.

"Where have you two been?" Shownu asked.

"Exploring." Wonho said. You noticed Minhyuk look towards you and Jihyun was right by his side.

"Hey, we lost you." Minhyuk smiled.

"That's okay, I found some cool garden." You smiled.

"Cool, maybe you can show me, some time." He caused you to blush once more and Wonho to roll his eyes. He threw down the firewood in the pit and walked the farthest away from you. You were so focused with Minhyuk you didn't notice.

"You hungry, we were about to make lunch."

"Starving." You smiled and followed him to the pit to sit down.

Kihyun came over and hooked his phone to a portable speaker and began to play music. Your brother handed you the plate of food.

"That tree has a rope hooked up so we can swing into the stream." Arin sat next to you.

"Forget that, we can jump off the ledge at the top of the waterfall." Jihyun sat on the other side of Minhyuk and you felt your fingers grip your plate tightly.

"That's a great idea." Minhyuk agreed.

How were you suppose to compete with her? She was beautiful, adventurous, friendly, taller. This started to becoming the worst vacation ever.

As you watched Minhyuk and Jihyun engaged into another conversation, your mind actually started thinking about Wonho. Not that you wanted to but everyone was sitting and eating while he wasnt.

After you finished your food, you got up wandered to one of the tents. You saw Wonho laying down, playing with his phone.

"Hey." You kicked his foot. "Foods ready." He didn't look at you.

"Did you hear me?" You ducked inside the tent and stood above him. "Food is ready." He finally looked at you.

"I'll eat later."

"You can't because between my brother and Jooheon, there will be nothing left."

"Then whatever." He shrugged.

"Why are you being a snape all of a sudden?"

"I'm not....wait did you say snape?"

"I did, now get up." You gently tapped his side with your foot.

"Make me." He challenged.

You groaned and stepped over him and took both of his hands and pulled to try to get him up. You honestly didn't even know why you were even trying. Was he worth it?

He barely made an progress as you tried to pull him. He was just watching you amused. Once you weren't focused he pulled you down, so you fell right on top of him.

Your heart fluttered from being so close and you quickly moved to get up. "Okay, I won't make you."

You nervously left his tent and went back to the group. The little progress you had worked since you saw him come over to the group.

"We are not wasting all the beer on tonight, just to let you know." Shownu said.

"Come on." Jihyun got up with her sister.

"Where are they going?" You asked.

"We're going swimming." Shownu started walking with everyone to get their bathing suits on.

"Come on (Y/N)." Jane pulled you away.

....

"So any progress with Minhyuk?" Jane asked you.

"Minhyuk? I've only seen her with Wonho." Arin teased.

You scrunched up your face in annoyance. "That girl Jihyun keeps pulling him away from me and Wonho won't leave me alone."

"Because Wonho likes you, you idiot."

"He does not, he makes fun of me."

"Because he likes you." Jane joined in.

"Whatever, I only care in trying to get Minhyuk to notice me more then Shownu's sister but I can't with Jihyun."

"We'll distract her."

"Really?"

"Yes now hurry and get dressed."

....

"You look so hot in that suit, if that doesn't get Minhyuk then I don't know what will." Arin spoke.

"Why are they hiding all the fun?" Jane asked as she noticed the boys all chit chatting and they were in their bathing suits but they still had shirts on.

"There he is, with no Jihyun around." Arin pushed you.

The first person to notice you three walking towards them was Wonho and his mouth was hanging open as he saw you.

"Fucking likes her." Arin whispered to Jane not letting you hear.

"Hey." You greeted nervously.

"Hey, you're ready." Minhyuk said and you started walking with him. Wonho watched as he stared at you walking away and he turned to join you until Arin stopped him.

"Hey Wonho, you look great, how many bench presses do you Do?" She said to get his attention. He just looked at her confused and Jane noticed the other girls walk out of the tent. Jane immediately went over to them and start chatting up.

"You want to go first?" Minhyuk asked you as he held the rope.

You held onto it but too scared to jump. Minhyuk pulled off his shirt to get ready himself.

"I'm not sure if I can."

"Here, it's easy." He stood behind you and you felt his body rub up against yours as he held the rope around you. "You have to have a good grip and then you jump and then jump off as soon as you hit the water."

You nodded. "You go first, so I can watch you."

He laughed and took the rope off your hands. "Ready?"

Then he jumped and swung across, landing perfectly in the water. You smiled seeing him rise up again from the water. "You can do it." He yelled to you.

You grabbed the rope and jumped just like he did and let go right into the water. "That was scary." You pouted.

"You did great." He smiled. He laughed cutely at you as he leaned in closer. Your heart was beating like crazy and you began to shut your eyes ready.

"You have a leaf in your hair." You opened your eyes once again and saw him with the leaf in his hand. That was why he leaned forward. You felt like you were having a mental break down. He didn't want to kiss you, he only saw you as a friend, worse a friends little sister and nothing more.

He broke your thought by splashing you. "Up for another round?"

"Sure." You said sadly. You both got out of the water and this time he had you take the rope first and you did with no troubles. Once you rose again in the water you saw Jihyun talking to him. She pointed to the top of the water fall and began following her up there.

"(Y/N) Come on." He said as he continued with her.

You felt like dying. You got out of the water and put on a pull over shirt and you walked up the water fall. You stopped as you notice a small cave before it and went inside. It was beautiful. You saw the inside of the water fall and you immediately felt peace. You finally felt tears begin to fall. Useless tears that shouldn't even be happening.

Maybe your crush on Minhyuk should just expire. He didn't like you anyway and you gave up trying to impress him.

"You okay?" You heard a familiar voice.

"I'm fantastic." You lied.

"Are you?" His voice was soft.

"What do you want Wonho....I think I rather be alone." You snapped.

"I saw you upset and crawl into this cave by yourself so sorry if I care."

"Maybe you shouldn't." You shrugged.

"You can't let him get to you like this, it's either you tell him how you feel or move on."

"What are talking about?" You played dumb.

"Really?" He looked at you unamused. "Oh Minhyuk, let's go for a hike together and run off into the sunset." He did in a mocking tone.

"I don't sound like that." You folded your arms with anger.

"That was a perfect impression of you."

"Was not."

"You're right." He stood by you mysteriously. "Good job." He patted your shoulder a little harder then usual and you lost your balance falling off the small cliff behind the waterfall straight into the water.

You rose from the water and looked up from where you were standing and saw a laughing Wonho.

"You fucking asshole." You whined.

"My bad."

"You better get down here." You argued.

"You going to make me?" He smirked.

"I will kill you in your sleep." You glared.

He took off his shirt and you stared at his toned body. "Oh my god." You mumbled to yourself. He jumped off the cliff right into the water. You waited patiently for him to rise up and once he did you jumped on him trying to drown him.

"Hey." He splashed you.

"Asshole."

"It made you smile." He said.

You felt it. You didnt even realize at first that you were smiling. "Only because I have plans to get rid of you."

"Okay." He brushed off. "This can be our spot." He said.

"Why would I want a spot with you?"

"Because." He just said and moved in closer to you.

You felt his hand grab your hip and pulled you forward. You were too stunned to even move and you didn't understand why. You seen him starting to lean forward and you found yourself closing your eyes once again. But this time you felt the lips touch yours.

The kiss was slow and gentle, the total opposite of the boy in front of you. The kiss got deeper in seconds and you found yourself working against his. You felt his hips aligned with yours and his roaming hands all over you. The butterflies were unbelievable and you didn't know what was happening.

You snapped back into reality and pulled away immensely. "I'm sorry." You swam away and quickly got out of the water. You grabbed your things and went over to the showers that were a little down the road.

"What was I thinking?" You leaned against the shower wall.

How were you going to face him now?

You finished up and as you were heading back you passed Jihyun and Eunji. "How are the showers?" They asked.

"Oh um...they're okay." You shrugged.

It was almost dark out by this point and once you got back the fire was going. "Hey you....I feel like I always lose you?" Minhyuk greeted as he saw you.

"I don't know what you mean." You laughed with no meaning.

Maybe if Jihyun wouldn't block our view it would be a beautiful sunset.

"Want to help me bring over the cases." Beer? You could really use one, and you hated beer funny enough.

"I never got you alone enough to talk to you." He laughed. "It's been a while since I've seen you (Y/N) and I was just telling your brother how beautiful you've become."

You looked at him stunned.

"Not that you weren't before, you just changed a lot, in a good way." He smiled sweetly.

"Thank you."

"Also, you and Wonho are cute together."

"Wait What? Me and Wonho." Your mouth hug open.

"Yeah."

"We aren't together." You said quickly.

"Really? You guys act like a couple." He shrugged.

"No just friends, not even more like acquaintances."

"Really, you act close."

"We aren't close." You made it more clear.

Those words just spit out from your dear old self not even thinking back what happened an hour ago. To be honest your lips still trembled from feeling his lips on yours. Nope, snap out of it, your enemies remember.

"Okay then." He just laughed.

Shownu got a lot of drinks, not just beer but different types of alcohol, girly drinks some people say like Smirnoff.

"Since you are free all summer I hope, we can hang out more if you like, I'm a pretty fun person."

"Im very aware Minhyuk." You giggled. "Sounds fun."

When you got back to the camp you noticed Wonho notice you. He didn't look at you with an special emotion, not a smirk, smile, nothing. You instantly felt guilt. You ran away from him when he was vulnerable and that left a bad impression.

You decided to shrug it off. And lucky enough Jihyun was talking up a storm with your friends so you got to talk to Minhyuk a little. Your circle of friends came more interesting as everyone was telling their round of ghost stories.

Kihyun was in the middle of the scariest story of the night and poor Jooheon was so focused that he didn't even notice Wonho sneak up behind him. The timing was right as Kihyun hesitated from an instance climax and Wonho made the move and jumped right next to Jooheon scaring the pants off of him. He was crawled up on the ground and looked up as everyone was laughing.

"You guys suck, this is why I didn't want to go." He whined.

"You're too easy man." Wonho sat back down next to him. He wasn't letting you ruin his night which was clear.

You didn't even realize how many bottles you were drinking that you were already buzzed. Shownu gave a limit of 3 drinks so you could save some for the other two nights but you were already on bottle 6.

Now everyone was past ghost stories and moved on to embarrassing stories. "Shownu remember that time, when you got locked out of the house and you had to break in and the neighbors saw you and called the cops." You laughed drunk. "Weren't you in your underwear?"

"Are you drunk?" He asked.

"I am not." You said bold.

"How many drinks did you have?"

"This is my third." You lied.

"There's no way....no more for you."

"You guys are so boring, let's have a real party." You got up and started moving to the music.

"Minhyuk do you want to dance? Wait you need to ask Jihyun for permission first Right?" You laughed.

Minhyuk looked at you confused while Jihyun looked at you guilty. "I hate that you are too nice Minhyuk and I hate you Jihyun for being so damn nice as well that I can't hate you even though I want to....did That make sense."

"(Y/N) maybe we should walk it off." Wonho stood up and held onto you.

"Wonho, you are so cute." You pinched his cheeks. "He's a good kisser to....You want him Jihyun? You want Minhyuk mine as well take Wonho to....take both guys away from me, you know you want to."

"(Y/N)." Shownu said.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so angry that all I do is get you to notice me and she just takes you away like a tornado....tornado." You laughed to yourself. "Do you notice me Wonho? Will you be taken away to?"

"I'm going to sober her up." Wonho looked at your brother.

"Why can't you be gay so I can just admire you in my dreams."

"Okay, enough of that."

He pulled you down to the shallow part of the stream. "Sit."

He had a bottle of water and handed it to you. "You have a big mouth when your drunk."

"You have a big....I don't know where I was going with this." You laughed.

"(Y/N) What did you mean about me being taken?"

"I thought that maybe you never want to see me again." You took a sip of your water.

"Why would you think That?"

"Because I blew you off."

"You didn't do anything......I was a little disappointed but." He shrugged.

"I know, I'm sorry you like a pathetic-"

"Shut up idiot." He interrupted. "Dont make this a sob story." He smiled.

"You are confusing me." You groaned. "I hate you and you make me want to rip my hair out but then I don't know I like how you are always there, as annoying as it can be."

He just blushed at your drunken words of truth. Drinking the whole bottle of water was already making you feel better.

"Why did you kiss me?"

He looked at you. "Because I like you idiot."

"Are you sure or are you just some horn dog."

He laughed. "I've liked you for a while (Y/N)."

"Then why are you such as asshole to me?"

"Because I rather have you being your true self then being all shy around me, like you are with Minhyuk."

"Maybe I've gotten a little far but I couldn't help it, I think your cute when your mad." He continued.

"Boys are stupid and confusing." You rubbed your sore head.

"I'm sorry, you don't feel the same way, but I'll get over it." He shrugged.

"How do you know I dont-" You slipped out.

"What?" He leaned closer to you.

"Nothing."

"You feel the same way?"

"I'm drunk I won't remember this." You brushed off.

"We've been sitting her for 20 minutes, you sobered up a lot since then.

"I don't remember how I feel, you surprised me."

"Do you want me to refresh your memory?" He was close enough you could feel his breath gently on your face.

"I um-" You couldn't speak. Your heart was beating like crazy. "Isn't this taking an advantage?"

"I'm giving you permission?" He smirked.

"But-"

"All you have to say is yes or no."

You wanted to say yes, drunk or not. You felt something in his kiss but you were too chicken to face it.

"I-" Before you could answer he brought his lips towards yours and it felt right. It felt comfortable. You didn't hesitate to respond to his and you felt him grab your neck, deepening the kiss. You felt butterflies as he brushed your bottom lip with his tongue for permission.

You granted assess to only let the kiss get deeper. His hand lingered down caressing your hip gently. Your hand wandered up his shirt feeling his toned chest. You had to pull away for some air and he gently rested his forehead against yours.

"You had that disgusting cranberry drink?" He laughed.

"That's my favorite." You pouted.

"Ew."

"Too bad." You leaned in to kiss him once again and you heard more screaming from Jooheon at the camp.

"We should get back." He pulled away.

"Yeah." He grabbed your hand and you both walked up to the camp together.

Everyone stared as you re-entered the camp. "Everything I said was a lie."

You smiled. "I don't hate you Jihyun, if anything I envy you."

"It's okay, I envy you, I've jealous that Wonho likes you." She likes Wonho? "Minhyuk and I been best friends for a long time, that's all."

"I'm so sorry." She hugged you from your apology.

"It's fine." She laughed.

"Are we ready for bed?" Jooheon asked sweetly. You could tell how shaken up he was. Now one will ever live it down that he's scared easily.

"So sleeping arrangements is me and Eunji." Shownu started.

"I hope you don't mind (Y/N) but Jihyun wants to sleep in our tent." Arin said. That was fine but it would just be a little crowded.

"You can sleep in my tent." Wonho could read your expression. "Just me and you." He whispered.

You gasped and hit him. "I'm not doing anything."

"I didn't say that, we can just talk about things, about us."

You blushed. "And make out." You hit him again while laughing.

"Okay, everyone good? Goodnight everyone." Shownu went into the tent with his girlfriend and you grabbed your bag and made your way into the tent with Wonho.

You looked at him in a whole different light. He was always attractive before but now everything was electrified. You couldn't help but smile as he set up the sleeping bags. He was too cute and you never thought you would look at him in that way.

"What?" He caught you staring.

You just shook it off.

"Where is your sleeping bag?" You looked out side of the tent and saw nothing.

"I must of forgotten it, in the car." You said.

"How inconvenient." He arched an eyebrow.

"Hold on let me go get-" You started to get up but he stopped you.

"It's a pretty heavy walk and it's pitch black."

"I'm not scared."

"Mine is big enough for the both of us." He smiled.

"Bold move Hoseok." You used his real name.

"I'm not hitting on you, it's just a waste of time when we could is it share mine." He shrugged.

"Okay." You pursed your lips.

You suddenly pulled off your shirt and your shorts leaving yourself in your underwear and a stunned Wonho.

You threw on one of your brother's old shirts as your pajamas. It was too hot to be sleeping in heavy clothes.

"Do you wear your clothes to bed?" You asked.

"I sleep nude." He smirked.

"Shut up, you do not."

He tugged off his shirt and shorts as well but stayed in his underwear. "For you I will make an exception."

He got into the sleeping bag and you stared at him before getting in yourself.

"Do you really sleep in the nude?"

"Ask me again in a few weeks, when you can sleep in my bed." He closed his eyes.

You felt butterflies. You faced away from him as you felt his bare chest behind you. You actually felt comfortable and didn't take you long to doze off into a deep slumber.

You began to grow excited for the future.