#my activity is also fucked so if you see me exploding into your notifs liking everything that's why

[deiscension]

Hey did you guys know that she

[wasabis-stuff]

⁠♡ — ; | 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙨.

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SYPNOSIS:

Xielle, an active and famous girl who self destructed due to the unbearable agony of life of being in the spotlight where every move is being judged and criticized.

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Chapter I

"Have you ever seen a supernova? It's beautiful isn't it?" The questions I always ask to people I've interacted with.

Their answers are either yes and no's following with reasons they could think and say.

What about me? Have i seen one? Yes, I've seen it, many times, even us explodes, even me. Now what's the connection of that with supernovas? We all know how supernovas are formed, it's when a massive star runs out of fuel, gravity taking over it then it self destructs and a rapid explosion happens. It also happens to all of us, we ran out of light and hope to living due to the pressure that was bestowed upon us and if we can't handle it anymore we self destruct, the difference is that we have types of self destruct. We have different pressures in life, we're our own stars, our energy and vibrance are our own treasure but what will happen if we lose it? Will we evolve into something good or bad? Supernovas are beautiful despite the sadness in chaos, So are we.

The thoughts surrounded my head as my eyes slowly gets heavy and i fell asleep.

I woke up the next day feeling still exhausted. It's Saturday.

My name is Xielle Voltaire, a Model and Musician. A College Student studying Bachelor of Science in Psychology here in France. Both of my parents are successful, now you're asking - why am I even complaining when i'm already living a luxurious life? Mind you, be careful of what you wished for, just because I live in this kind of life doesn't mean it's all about lavish and ease. I'm not bragging about our life because I aim to build my name not because my parents are successful and famous but because I've done something good that will spread and make my name known to people.

I got out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom and did all the necessary things a girl must do. While making my way to the kitchen I could feel my Father's cold gaze towards me, the maids greeted me and i gave them a smile and a nod bow as a greet back, I plan to make Lasagna today. My mom started to make her way towards me and "What are you making today sweetie?" She asked, I answered "Lasagna, would you both want some for lunch later?" I asked pertaining to dad as well, they both smiled and nod, to tell you they might be strict but they love pastas, "Oh and don't worry Mom I already ordered a Baguette so we'll have a garlic bread as side dish", my mom's smile widens and gave me a kiss and goes back to the table. They're taking their breakfast early as 6am while I'll just eat later since I don't really eat this early.

Two hours had passed and im done making lasagna and garlic bread then started to pack lunches for my parents. I asked our maids to bring it to them since they already left for work an hour ago. I checked my phone because it's been ringing notifications ever since I woke up.

Fuck, it's Louvière.

Louvière is my partner in crime, he's been with me since fetus. Reading thoroughly to his messages, he sure loves to curse when he's mad. Well i get it, he's time punctual after all, while scrolling I receive a call.

"Â𝘭𝘭𝘰 Louviè—"

"𝘛𝘰𝘪 𝘱é𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦! it's about damn time you answer!"

Damn talk about the temper.

"Listen Louvière, I—"

"No! Get your ass here now!" And ended the call abruptly.

I sighed and showered real quick and picked the outfit for today and drive towards where Louvié is. As I park my car I could see him from my side mirror approaching my car, I chuckled as i get my viola and get out. He's crossing his arms, eyebrows meeting and eyes squinted.

"Do you know what time is it?" He said.

I brought out the sweets i got for him as i was driving earlier hoping it would calm him down. I swear sweets works like magic to his temper because he quickly livened up as soon as he saw that it came from his favorite shop.

We then made our way towards the entrance of the building down to orchestra pit to practice our upcoming recital.

We were greeted by pairs of eyes as we made our way to the backstage, there's a lot of people watching us, all professionals and others are students. We quickly go to our designated rooms to prepare and practiced our created piece there before practicing it to the stage. The recital will be on Monday evening (after my class) and loads of people from different country, universities, and etc. Will come to watch and give a critique. Even my parents will be there. My Dad was the one who pushed this to me even if I didn't wanted to but i've come to sort of like it since I love music but I just hate the pressure he's giving me to be always on the top of everyone. Every note must be perfect, the movements or my fingers and flow of my arms should be smooth like water, and lastly the timing and mood, all of it.

Louvière is playing the piano for this recital. We're going vice versa as well. It's not just Violin and Piano that we know how to play, but also Guitar and Drums and Flutes. Louvière is a natural born musician, he devoted his life to music and the piece we're going to play is his own created piece, Inspired by Jakob Ludwig Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy widely known as "Felix Mendelssohn", a German composer, pianist, organist and conductor of the early Romantic period.

We practiced for 30 minutes and later on fall in line towards the backstage to rehearse our event pacing and have the elderly professionals to criticize our performance so that there will be no errors when the event comes.

It was our turn and we positioned ourselves and started playing.

It lasted for about 10 minutes and the elderly professionals are clapping in satisfaction.

"𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦!" one of the professionals clapped and shouted.

Me and Louvière bowed gracefully and thanked the elderly and made our way out. Our coach is smiling wide as she greets us with joy in her eyes.

I was so exhausted from playing that I took out a smoke and ignited it. "Give me one too" Louvière said and I tossed him one with my lighter.

"Exhausting isn't it?" He asked.

"Yeah surely." I answered.

"Where are you headed after this?" his 2nd question.

"Model Runway"

"Oh yeah, tough luck you have, I'll go with you." And starts to pack our stuffs as he grabbed my arms to get up and we made our way outside the building and he asked his driver to drive his car back to their home and tossed the keys to his driver. He opened my passenger seat and put our stuffs on the backseat and made his way to drivers seat and speed drive towards the Runway.

"What's up, you look dead right now" he asked trying to initiate a conversation in the midst of our silence.

"Dunno" I responded.

We arrived at the Runway and there's a lot of people as well, Cameras everywhere and my mom greeting me. My mom's a professional model, who fucking else isn't professional in this family except for me yet. Louvié escorted me out of my car and walked me to my designated room.

— end of chapter 1.

[spectracully]

crash the crush.

pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k

summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?

You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it's on the summer break, you'll most likely agree with her. But it's only the weekend, and you've been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.

With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It's only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That's right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor's daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won't even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.

Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.

yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd

You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It's saturday, she's probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.

y/n : running  💃 💃 💃 y/n : mum said i need to be giselle

You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother's car.

The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.

yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle

You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing. 

yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas' 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square 💀 💀 💀

You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it's not like you hate it anyway. Lucas' party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he's a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you're not even in the same grade as him, he's one year above you and Yeri.

y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won't let me drive his car

You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas' house tonight, it's a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It's gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might've developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas' closest friends, Xiaojun. 

You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he's usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas' closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There's also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won't shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas' party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you'll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.

After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri's right, it's a funny weather to run. It's windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you're not really alone, who's doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor's child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn't see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.

It's not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn't have anything to do?

yeri<3 : ok i'll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight

You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It's not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-

Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it's pouring. 

"Motherfu-" you let out a curse, you should've trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.

Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.

y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should've pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead

You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.

"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?" a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky. 

Oh boy. It's Xiaojun. The boy you won't shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.

You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn't notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.

"No, of course! Take a seat!" you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it's more like sweatiest not sweetest.

He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.

You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.

y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK

Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.

yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME

y/n : HE's FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK

yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK

y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD

yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW

y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun

yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!

You swear you're about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn't really interact that much with him. But really? He didn't even say a word when he sat, probably didn't even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.

You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you'll see him again tonight as Lucas' house, right?

Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.

"Hey, I didn't know you live in this neighborhood too," he starts.

Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you'd probably have your own private island by now.

You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. "Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13." you answer calmly,

He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”

Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god. 

You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”

“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!

You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”

He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school's choir, until he graduated.”

Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.

“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-

But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.

He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”

You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.

He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.

Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.

“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”

“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.

“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”

“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,

“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.

You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.

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It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.

The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.

You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).

Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.

“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.

You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.

Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.

Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.

“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.

Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.

But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?

You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.

“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.

“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”

Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.

Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.

After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.

Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.

Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.

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It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.

You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).

You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.

Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?

You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”

“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.

3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!

He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”

-

The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.

Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.

You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.

Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?

As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.

You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.

“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.

Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.

“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.

Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.

You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.

“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.

You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?

“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”

You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.

Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.

“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.

“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.

You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.

You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.

Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.

“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.

You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.

Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)

[ash-mcj]

Thank you for the tag @greyhavenisback

1 - Why did you choose your url?

It’s literally just my name lol (and also my AO3 handle)

2 - Any side blogs?

Yep! I run an event for Chris Argent/Peter Hale (@petopher-events) and also an incorrect quotes page with my pack (@hale-pack-incorrect-quotes)

3 - How long have you been on Tumblr

9 months :)

4 - Do you have a queue tag?

No, because I don’t really see the point? I don’t understand why people do it...

5 - Why did you start your blog in the first place?

My series “Derek’s Person” started getting kinda popular (in comparison to my other fics) and I wanted a way to connect to my readers outside of the comment section. I also wanted to promote my fics.

6 - Why did you choose your icon/pfp

It’s just a picrew thing of me

7 - Why did you choose your header?

So people would know that I’m primarily a Teen Wolf blog... but it’ll change soon, because I hate my half-assed header.

8 - What’s your post with the most notes?

I think it’s this Sterek art I drew, but I could be wrong.

9 - How man mutuals do you have?

22

10 - How many followers do you have?

485

11 - How many people do you follow?

110

12 - Have you ever made a shitpost?

I still don’t really understand what this means tbh.

13 - How often do you use Tumblr each day?

A lot... it’s my only active social media, so every time I get a notification, I’m opening the app.

14 - Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Ehh, awhile back I got into a thing with an aggressive Scott lover - but it was super brief.’

15 - How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I think it’s fucked that people feel the need to guilt trip/manipulate others into reblogging. If your content is important and resonates with people, then they will reblog it. It honestly means nothing if they just reblog it because they feel pressured. I don’t usually reblog unless I deem the information actually important enough to ignore how annoying the demand was.

16 - Do you like tag games?

I love them!! Please tag me, you guys!! We don’t even need to be mutuals. If you happen to think of me, I would love to be tagged.

17 - Do you like ask games?

Yes, but people rarely ask unless it’s a character study or prompt thing (but that’s okay, because I love those)

18 - Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

There are a few, but it feels weird to just say them... like, what if I offend others by not saying them? Idk - I’m skipping this.

19 - Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Not legitimately... my heart belongs to the asshole currently taking up my whole bed and stealing all the blankets. But I totally get writer/art boners over some of my mutuals’ talents. Some people can really just write or draw and make me instantly explode inside.

why the fuck are there only 19 questions?? OP couldn’t have made one more?? oh nooo I hate it. alright. well. i’ll just tag @nutellarghh @fairytales-and-folklore @tails89 @edge0fmydesiree

[sloshi]

Chapter 59 of Quietus (spoilers)

@angel-chu

WOWOWOOWOWOW!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MARVELOUS !!!!!!! First of all thank you so much again for pumping out these fantastic chapters, I squeal in delight everytime I get a notification update.

Let me just start off by saying I love Chiyo so much. Her character is so refreshing in a way, I don’t know how to explain it. She has this bizarre wisdom of a comforting grandma, but also the sternness of an old lady who would beat your ass with a sandal. And her “little king” title for Sasuke is so cute. But above all? I love that she addresses and scolds Sasuke for his pride—I love that she can see past his stubborn exterior to that naïve boy who thinks he can take the world on by himself.

But I felt so sad for him, his helplessness and his realization that he will now suffer for such a devastating mistake. And his reflection on Itachi? Why don’t u just shoot me in the fucking HEART. Lmfao, I was not expecting that tidbit but it fucking hurt. I was like

Sasuke’s emotions this chapter was honestly so damn heart wrenching. I feel like the curse mark really opened his eyes and now we’re getting a peek at his vulnerability, which is admittedly so attractive. As much as I adore Sasuke’s strength, his fear, worry, and misery make him so terribly human. Even as I was reading I could feel his growth & character development. LMAO Sasuke lowkey the moment he entered Chiyo’s hut:

BUT THE MENTION OF SAKURA!!!!!

When I tell you I had fucking butterflies the moment he thought about her in his mind... bruh. Nothing compares to that tingly feeling in your navel you get when you read something that has your stomach jumping. I feel like it’s been so long since Sasuke’s thoughts really lingered on Sakura, or as far as we know. It was a delightful surprise so I was like

I cannot wait for them to be together once more, if I’m already fangirling this hard over one tiny glimpse 💀💀💀 I’m going to explode into a million fireworks.

MOVING ON TO THAT AWESOMELY INTENSE ASS BATTLE SCENE !!!!!

In preparation I had watched bits and pieces of the Sasuke vs Killer B fight, so I was pleasently surprised when I could picture the fight so vividly in my mind!!! I knew exactly what scene you had mirrored/reflected and everything. LMFAO AND KILLER B’S RAPS OSNDKFNDKDNND THEY WERE FANTASTIC!!!! I know I’m not supposed to be rooting for him but I was lowkey like

The fight scene kept me so engaged, AND THE MUSIC YOU GAVE US!!!! I’m an absolute whore for cinematic music so you can imagine my thrill in listening to these new tracks. They’re so incredibly epic and fitting. I know you had said you were somewhat nervous about the whole fight scene but you delivered tenfold; it was fucking amazing. With all good stories, you always get to a point where you just forget you’re reading words and are completely absorbed by the movie in your head. That never fails to happen with your writing. Your style is both simple & sophisticated to a point where it just neatly flows without my mind having to do much work. You know how some stories you have to go back and reread to understand a certain scene, etc? With yours I don’t have to do that at all, ever. Except that one time of course, when Sakura had been escaping and her surprise plot had my mind fucking blown. (I was like hold tf up?? What??) the whole time I was reading the fight scene I was like

Can I also just say I totally see the smidgen of SuiKarin? I assume this is intentional and I’m not just reading too much into things but I can’t say for sure, but I can say that would actually be so cute. I’m here for it 100%

By the end of this chapter I was pretty worried about Sasuke. I still am worried about him. With the curse mark being activated I can’t help but think he might end up doing some fucked up shit like he did in the forest of death. Breaking limbs and whatnot like a psycho. And the whole syringe thing was so abrupt and unexpected, as soon as he plunged the syringe into his neck I was like

Fuck lmao. These next chapters are going to be wild, I can feel it in my bones. I hope you enjoy your break from writing, you deserve it!!!! We are all so thankful for what you’ve given us. Especially during these times!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[tyranttortoise]

Answered Asks Below!

*All right, so I got through some easy SSLL asks and general asks, so if you got a tag notification, it probably means you sent me an ask months ago, and I’m just now getting to it.  Sorry about that!

I’m gonna put all of them under a cut, with also just some thoughts on the past few months, too!

I wasn’t very active on here last year, and man, that sucks!  I really do wanna get back to it.  I felt like my words had been taken from me.  I’d get un-depressed long enough to write, and then something would happen to send me write back down the hole, all of my motivation gone.  

I came back last time, and a few days later, I wrecked a scooter and ended up bleeding all over the streets of Atlanta.  I’m not trying to be gross, but man, there was a lot of blood.  My glasses broke and cut my eyebrow and forehead, so that just poured.  If you guys ever wanna hear the full story just ask, but long story short, I ended up as a trauma in the hospital, got about 8 stitches for my trouble, and broke five ribs, my cheekbone, and my brow.  So that derailed things a bit, then some friends came and stayed with me for nearly a month, and then the holidays hit.  So there’s all the time from when you guys last saw me accounted for, ha.  

I’m still not doing fantastic mentally, but the other day, I was drunkenly telling one of my friends that I just wanted to write, that I wanted the words again, and that I was happiest when I was actively answering asks and talking to everyone on here.

And he said, “Get paper and a pencil or your tablet or you laptop -- whatever you kids use to write.”

“I can’t,” I argued, and he cut me off.

“I’ll help you.  Trust me and get it.”

And he ended up telling me what to write for some stupid UT crackfic that got me laughing and talking about the characters again, and the next morning... I just started writing until I found the words again. 

And now I hope I can keep sharing them with you.  <3

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SSLL Asks:

I enjoyed this way more than I should’ve.  xD Well done!

@crazymadkatt  I’m so glad you enjoyed it! =D  I’d love to do a chapter like that.  It’s one of the tropes I’d been putting off because it was so common in the other reverse harem fics, but it’s been long enough now that I definitely plan on doing my take on it soon!

Oh, a real date’s coming, but let’s just say... I think you’ll like the new update. ;D

He’s a combination of both, I’d say.  The cool, lazy perception of Stretch, with the gruff flirtation of Red.  Wrap all that in a buried past, sprinkle in some extreme devotion to his brother, and mix in a healthy amount of low self-esteem and self-loathing that he tries to hide, and wham!  Rus!

@jukovon​  Hi there!  Sorry for the super belated reply!  8D  I’m so happy that you enjoyed the fic!  As for the Edge screen time... Hopefully, the latest update will help with that!  ;D  I don’t have a Twitter, actually.  I’m not entirely sure how it works.  I recently got into Instagram, and that’s been a weird learning curve, too.

Also, I just looked through your blog, and holy hell, your art is killer! <3

I know exactly what you’re talking about because I used to pretend those were real cigarettes when I was a kid.  I don’t think they’d be sweet enough for him!  Like, his version of the Grillby burger craving is a spider donut from Muffet’s, and he loves honey, so I think he’s got quite the sweet tooth.  I also see him as wanting to roll the sucker stem in his teeth or gnaw on it, and I see those candies as breaking down/ disintegrating too quickly for that.

As much as I’d love to include them, I think my head might explode if I give anymore cameos lol.  But thanks for your interest!

It’s the little details that matter. ;D  Right now, Q’s the only one that gets capitalization.  

Thank you so much!  In the case of HT, I’ve always thought that there was a deeper story -- and the comics have recently been shedding some much needed light on that backstory, too!  I’m a sucker for character development and figuring out what caused them to be that way, you know?

Also, I don’t know why, but I’m really against Crooks with braces.  I dunno, I just think it’d be harder to fix than that because of monster teeth.

@imonlymildlyinsane​  This made me so happy.  <3  When I first started writing him, so many people thought he was weird because he was kinda different from the other SF Paps interpretations, but now I kinda feel like he’s the norm.  He needed an endearment like Stretch and Red, so I went with darlin’ because it’s the one I use the most... because I’m also from the South.  xP  Sweet Home Alabama over here.  Sorry for such a belated reply, but thank you so much for sending this my way!  <33

If we’re talking general Sans and Paps, yes, but SSLL Sans and Paps... they used to be, and Papyrus still keeps up with them through text/social media/functions he attends as the monster mascot, but Sans has really pulled away from his friends after the incident with the machine.  Mostly because he doesn’t want them to find out -- and also wants to keep Frisk far away from Axe.

@desktopdinosaur​  Same skeleton time, same skeleton channel! ;D  

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General Asks:

@kawaiiplum​  Thank you so much!  <3  I’m so stoked that you’re still reading and still excited over the notification!  x]

They’re currently closed, but if I become active again, expect that to change!

Thank you, hun!  I’m glad to see you’re still around, too! =D  I hope everything’s been good with you!

@messedupessy  AHHH, I’ve missed you soulmate!!  <333  Sorry to hear your sleeping schedule’s fucked; mine’s about to be because I’m going to start nightshift and not get home ‘til 7:30am.  xP  I hope I’ll be around more for realz this time, and I’m really glad to see you again!!  <333  I love youuu!

@kuroshiro101  Hey Kuro!  I’ve been not okay, but getting better as a good way to put it.  =D  And I’m absolutely in love with your icon!  <3  How’ve you been doing?

@desktopdinosaur  Happy New Years!!  <3  I hope yours was a blast. =D

I’m stoked to see another x-ray tech Undertale fan!  =D  I definitely think skeleton love is a byproduct of our occupation; even before Undertale, I collected skeleton decor just because it related to my job lol.  Thank you!

I’ve got you!  It was this post, where I brainstormed a few scenarios.   If you’ve written it, let me know!  I think the credit would go to me, if you used that portion, but *shrugs* 8D  You know I’m always down for anyone writing anything about stuff I spit-ball, and I’d love to read it, so sent it my way!

Hanging in there, sweetie!  How about you? <3

When you’re right, you’re right. ;P

@literal-cacophony​  I’m sorry this response is like 3 months late.  8D  But thank you so much for sending this to me!  I wanted to make sure you saw that I got it.  You’re such a sweetheart, and I’m so happy that my writing’s been able to help you.  You guys definitely lift me up with all of these nice comments, and I appreciate it so much.  <33  I hope I can start writing as much as I did back then.

[lisinfleur]

Jag Känner En Bot

The request:

Author’s Notes | I made an OC for this because of the name confusion idea and I used this music – Boten Anna (Basshunter, 2008) - as inspiration! I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the sweet request! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x OC Info | Modern Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 2687 ⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

His friend was late.

Great.

He was sitting on that table, waiting for around half of an hour more than what they had settled when his phone finally vibrated with something from "G4m1ng" - a follower from his blog that became super active, enough to start exchanging messages with himself and become a friend.

His name was Dylan and they were chatting for a while now. The guy was a top supporter of Ivar's work with the blog, even suggesting he should start streaming his games for more views and maybe a career. And that was the secondary reason for that meeting, to be honest. Ivar wanted to know someone who had been giving him different tips for his favorite games, making his nights incredible fun and also, maybe start something new like a bigger and more audacious project having this supporter by his side.

His intention was to invite the guy to work with him and maybe edit his videos for a new Youtube channel, or maybe something on Twitch. He didn't know what was the best investment or platform and his hope was that talking to Dylan would help him to figure this out.

He had thought about this idea for a while and set up the meeting was something they had talked to each other for almost a whole week. They settled that place because it served the best fries of the city - something them both had in common as well.

Dylan knew about his disease and wasn't a problem. In fact, they sometimes spent days texting to each other because Ivar was having a painful day of bluest eyes and had to be in bed for a longer time.  

The guy was an amazing friend - so Ivar was starting to feel worried something had happened because it never passed through his mind Dylan could, somehow, intentionally miss that meeting.

When the phone vibrated, Ivar unblocked the screen quickly opening the notification to see a strange question from his friend...

"Where are you, bro? Gave up on meeting me?"

Ivar frowned. There wasn't a sister location for that restaurant brand: it was the only one in town so it was impossible Dylan had gone to somewhere else.

His fingers started typing a fast answer, trying to figure out what was going on by softly teasing his friend to come.

"I'm at table 20. Did you found a way to get lost here, dude? C'mon... There is a pretty young lady alone two tables from me on the 18. If you take too long, I might want to sit with her and share our fries."

An emoji of a laughing face, despite the concern. Maybe Dylan was only not recognizing him or finding the table. Ivar lifted his face to look for his friend, but what was his surprise when the girl on table 18 took her wide eyes from the screen and looked straight at him, getting up from her table and coming closer to speak directly at him.

"Ivar? I mean... 'I.Boneless'?" she asked, utterly surprised.

Well, this was something he wasn't expecting.

Ivar was sure that he hadn't published his face online too many times and his avatar was the picture of a Viking prince from a series he liked to watch some years ago so. It was pretty unlikely that girl could be some kind of follower that was recognizing him.

"Yeah, I'm... I use this nick but... how do you know it's me?" he asked and she giggled before really falling on a long laugh, causing Ivar to be even more confused.

"Oh, my god! I can't believe this is happening. Fuck!" she cursed, laughing even more.

Damn... Ivar couldn't see Dylan anywhere. And that situation was starting to be embarrassing. Why the fuck she was laughing that much?

"Pretty young lady?" She said, causing Ivar to freeze. "Bro... The last thing I ever thought about myself was pretty... Now about you? Jez, Ivar, you're hot!" she joked.

Just like...

"Dylan??"

The girl exploded in laughs again.

"Dude, you should see your face!" she smiled. "Yeah, bro. I'm Dylan... Dylan Elyah Summers, and it's very nice to meet you, Ivar," the girl said, extending her hand for him to shake.

"I thought you... I..." he said, speechless, shaking her hand as she giggled again, sitting in front of him at the table.

"I know. You thought I was a guy, right?"

Dylan smiled at Ivar's affirmative nod, giggling as he scratched his nape.

"It happens a lot of times. My parents gave me a unisex name, so lots of times people think I'm a boy," she smiled.

"Yeah, that's pretty confusing," Ivar said, and the smile on Dylan's face diminished a little.

"It's not a problem for you, is it?" she asked.

Ivar could notice a certain bitterness in her voice. As a person with lots of bitter moments in his life, he knew what was that bitter taste on her tone and it wasn't hard for him to figure out her reasons: he could bet a dozen idiots had already rejected her as soon as they discovered she was a gamer girl and not the dude they were expecting to see. Other dozen had probably just started hitting on her like a bunch of horny dogs... He knew his gender: Men could be pretty toxic in his community. Instead, Ivar decided to act differently.

"Of course, it is! How dare you not to tell me you were a girl?" he started, causing her to cringe and sigh, sure she would lose another friend before he smiled at her once again. "I would be waiting for the 30 minutes of lateness, dude. Ya know, makeup, hair stuff..." he joked, receiving a small and friendly punch on his shoulder and noticing she blushed a little.

"Asshole."

They spoke for hours, sharing three whole portions of fries with cheese and bacon before they had structured together the whole plan for the new idea. Dylan was super excited about the project, but Ivar had to admit he couldn't stop thinking about how incredible it was to find such a pretty girl that was so similar to him, liked the same things, was so intelligent and charming as Dylan was...

At the end of that amazing day, Ivar and Dylan shared the Ubber that stopped first in his house, closer to the restaurant.

"I see you at the weekend!" he said, confirming the new meeting they had settled for the next weekend to start the channel's physical preparatives at his house.

"My ass! Go log on the game, bro! I see you online in the next thirty minutes! Bye, Ivar!"

"Bye!" Ivar waved back before she closed the door of the car that left taking her towards her home.

"Dylan's sister?" Hvitserk asked, stopping by his side while biting an apple after almost scaring Ivar's soul outta his body.

"No. That's Dylan. Fuck, Hvitserk! You fucking scared me!" Ivar complained before noticing Hvitserk had literally choked with the piece of that damn apple, hitting his brother's back, causing Hvitserk to spit the piece of apple and start coughing at the same moment. "Eat slow!"

"That's... That's fucking... Dylan??" Hvitserk tried, still recovering from the choking surprise. "What the fuck, Ivar!? You went out with that hottie and is standing here as if it was nothing? Brother! She's gorgeous!"

"Stop it, Hvitserk," Ivar warned while walking inside. "Yeah, she's beautiful, she's a girl, but it doesn't change anything. She's still the same Dylan we use to play together. Don't ruin the experience by starting to hit on her ok? For fuck's sake, keep your dick out of your mind!"

But Hvitserk giggled, looking at him with malice.

"Don't worry, brother. I won't hit on my brother's girlfriend..."

It was Ivar's time to almost choke with his own saliva.

"What?"

Hvitserk giggled again.

"C'mon, Ivar! You speak about this friend all the time, she likes the same things you like, she loves the games you love, you guys talk for hours! I can't believe you discovered Dylan is a girl and didn't ask her to marry you on spot! The two of you are perfect for one another!"

"Nah. No, no. You can stop it right now," Ivar warned. "Don't put your fingers into it!"

Hvitserk's smile became even more malicious.

"You want her, don't you?"

Ivar frowned and before he could answer, Hvitserk smiled bigger.

"I knew it!"

"Stay out of it, Hvitserk!"

This time, it was a harder warning.

"I really like her. She's really special and what we have is really important to me. Don't ruin everything for me or I'll swear I'll never speak to you once again!"

Hvitserk lifted his hands up, trying to tranquilize Ivar.

"Relax, brother... I won't mess up with your girl ok?"

"She's not my girl!" Ivar insisted.

"With Dylan! Dylan! Better now?" Hvitserk answered, still keeping that smile on his face.

Ivar was sure that promise wouldn't be fulfilled. However, he couldn't just get rid of all his brothers so he sighed. At least, Dylan was a nice girl and he was sure she would understand.

And he could always punch Hvitserk's nose if he was going too far so, problem solved, right?

The next few days were kinda strange.

Ivar wasn't being different, nor Dylan. But Hvitserk made the enormous favor to open his big mouth for more than eat the whole kitchen and now everyone knew Dylan was a girl.

Somehow, all the brothers found a way to get closer to her. Even Sigurd, who wasn't making any effort in her direction, ended up speaking to her for a long time about good soundtracks for the new channel, even spending a whole evening in a chat with her, explaining and teaching her about the new synthesizer and what she could make using it.

But the one who was bothering him Ivar the most was Hvitserk himself, all the time trying to be into their chat rooms, always catching Dylan's attention to himself... Ivar remember he told Hvitserk to not to hit on her just because she was a girl, but it was the same to tell a door to not to open! The bastard even invented he wanted to open his own blog just to get her attention on teaching him things so he could have a different style and not be so similar to Ivar's blog!

He really couldn't figure out why was Hvitserk doing this, but surely it was hitting on his balls! And Ivar decided that weekend would be the day for him to put a period on that sentence.

Dylan was his friend for a long time, he liked her, they had everything in common and if someone in that house would be with her, this someone would be him!

When Dylan arrived for their meeting, Hvitserk went all smiles to open the door, receiving her, and even spending a long time of conversation with the girl before Ivar could actually figure out she was already in his home.

"Oh, hi Ivar!" She said, smiling bigger at him than she was smiling at Hvitserk,

But noticing Ivar was kinda serious, Dylan closed her smile.

"We need to talk," he said, getting the girl kinda anxious.

"Is there something wrong, Ivar?" Hvitserk asked.

A malicious smile on his face. Surely the bastard was planning something. Ivar just kept his icy eyes into his brother's greens.

"I'll talk to you later. This is something between me and Dylan."

Hvitserk shrugged as Dylan started following Ivar to his room.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, really anxious now.

"No," Ivar answered, walking through the hall.

"Did something happened?" she asked again.

"No," Ivar answered, monosyllabic one more time, opening the door and entering his room into what Dylan stormed up, annoyed.

"Then tell me what the fuck is going on at once, Ivar!"

"I like you. More than just a friend. And I want you to be my girl."

The sentence sounded like a slap in Dylan's face that became instantly red like a tomato while Ivar was closing his door before looking at her once again.

"W...What did you just say?"

"I said..." he looked straight into her eyes, to warrant she would be able to see his true feelings through them. "I said I like you and I want you to be my girl."

"Ivar..." Dylan hesitated, looking at him. "Are you sure? I mean... You're... I am... I..." she stumbled on the words causing Ivar to smile.

She was sweet when speechless like that.

"You just have to say yes or no, Dylan. It won't change the way I see you. I just want to be real for you. I like you for real, I hardly doubt I'll ever find a girl who sees the world and thinks about it the same way I do... Like you do... You make me happy; you make me forget the disease, the pain; you paint my world in a way I can look at it without seeing it grey. And I want this... I want you by my side."

"Jez..." She spat.

And it was the time for Ivar to think she would break his heart probably saying he wasn't his brother...

He wasn't like Hvitserk, for sure.

But Dylan just smiled.

"You're pretty, sweet, and really know how to speak to a woman. I deserve an achievement for this," she said, lifting her hand to touch Ivar's face with a sweet smile on her lips "Something like 'World's best guy's girlfriend' or something like that..."

Her smile became bigger and Ivar smiled back, coming closer.

"I agree. We should receive some new achievements like 'Ivar's girl' for you, 'Dylan's boy' for me," he said causing her to giggle. "However, I think there is one more thing missing for us to reach these goals."

"Oh, you think? And what it is?" she asked with a smile.

Before Ivar leaned his face, softly mashing his lips against hers; what Dylan received with tenderness, wrapping her arms around Ivar's neck.

They ended up not working at the project, spending the whole time she spent in his house together, exchanging caresses and enjoying each other.

By the night, when she had to go home, Ivar suggested Dylan come back tomorrow for a new visit.

"Then we could try to start working on the channel this time," he joked and she smiled.

"If I can stop trying to find the stars in the sky of your mouth, we can maybe work, for a difference," she answered with a giggle and Ivar smiled, caressing her face before they exchanged a new kiss of goodbye.

"See you tomorrow, Dy."

"Wait, are you two together?" Hvitserk's voice echoed and Ivar turned from the door towards his brother.

"Yes. Dylan is my girlfriend now and I would like you to..." Ivar started, about to tell Hvitserk to stop hitting on his girl when Hvitserk giggled, patting his back and interrupting him.

"Fucking finally! I thought I would have to really try to kiss her to have you motivated, little bro. Congrats!"

Dylan started laughing almost immediately. Ivar, on the other hand, frowned looking at Hvitserk.

"What?" Hvitserk said, smiling. "You are perfect to each other, bro! I just knew you wouldn't go forward so I made you think I was interested just to give you a little push forward. You're welcome!"

"Fuck you, Hvitserk!" Ivar answered punching Hvitserk's shoulder and watching as his brother left, laughing.

"He's smart... I think I owe him some fries for infuriating you," Dylan said and Ivar smiled at her.

"He doesn't worth a dime. Don't get yourself misled, love."

Dylan instantly smiled tenderly.

"Oh... That's so cute."

"What?" Ivar asked, surprised.

"You called me 'love'," She smiled. "I really can get used to this."

Ivar came closer embracing her with his free hand and smiling.

"Well, get used to being spoiled all the time, love. I'll call you like this for a long... Long time...”

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Game Night - San x Reader

San x Reader fluff 1.5K words

Y/F/B - Favourite Book Y/N - Your Name

Masterlist ——————— Saturday evening. You were laying on your bed reading F/B. The epic fight scene was just about to begin when- Ping! ‘It’s probably some stupid notification’

Ping! ‘It’s just a notification, keep reading’ Ping! ‘Oh my goodness, stahp!!’ Ping! ‘Can’t I have just one moment, ONE moment of peace and quiet?!’ You groan and reach for your phone. You unlock it and see 4 new messages from your crush best friend, San. Your heart flutters a little.

San Hey Y/N! So, we’re hosting Game Night tonight and we were wondering if you’d like to join us? Helloooo? Are you dead? Y/N Hi Idk if I can.. I’m kinda busy tonight

San Busy doing what? C’mon Y/N, you never hang out with us anymore! Socialise! Live a little! We have food Y/N Alright fine. I’ll be there in 10

San 😁😁

You quickly changed out of your sweatpants and t-shirt into some jeans and an oversized sweater and got ready to leave the house.

~Time Skip~ ~3rd Person POV~

“Y/N!! Damn, you got here quick!” San exclaimed when he opened the door.

“San. You should know me by now. I’ll do anything for food” Y/N said whilst taking off her shoes.

“Anything?⁓” San raised his eyebrow and smirked.

It took a moment for Y/N to realise what he meant by that and when she did, her eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed red.

“GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER YOU-”

“What’s with all the noise here?” Hongjoong asked popping his head through the door. “Oh Y/N! I’m glad you made it! Come in, take a seat.” He smiled and gestured to the living room where Yeosang and Mingi were already seated.

“Where’s everybody else?” Y/N asked them.

“Hongjoong and Seonghwa are preparing the snacks, Yunho is trying to find some blankets and Jongho is looking for board games. I don’t know where Wooyoung disappeared to.” Yeosang answered.

“He’s in the bathroom, I think.” Mingi added.

After everything was set up, game night begun. The first activity was dividing everyone into teams and making up team names. Yunho and Jongho were ‘The Ho’s’, Hongjoong and Mingi came up with the name ‘Rebellious Rappers’, San and Wooyoung couldn’t think of anything so they simply combined their names to form ‘Woosan’, and Yeosang, Seonghwa and Y/N called themselves ‘The Memes’.

After a chaotic game of Charades, which Yunho and Jongho won, the group decided on playing Pictionary.

“HOW THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A HORSE? That thing looks like a stick dog mixed with a t-rex?!” Mingi howled with tears rolling down his cheeks from laughing too hard.

“Oh as if you could draw it any better!” Wooyoung replied also laughing.

“Damn right I could!” Mingi retorted.

They argued for 5 more minutes before San suggested a Cham-cham-cham tournament which he ended up winning. His bright smile brought butterflies to Y/N’s stomach and caused her heart to palpitate.

They played a game of Would You Rather but Jongho started complaining that it was getting boring and brought forth the idea of playing Truth or Dare.

The colour drained from Y/N’s face.

“Hey is everything alright? You look really pale.” San asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll just go get myself a glass of water if that’s alright.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

And with that she stood up and walked away. Knowing the boys, they’re going to start exposing each other’s deepest secrets and will make each other do the most embarrassing things.

Y/N was scared about her crush on San being exposed so she was going to play it safe and only pick truths. If the question ‘Do you have a crush?’ comes up, she was planning on saying no and making it as believable as possible. She joined drama in her 1st year of high school so she was hoping that her acting skills were still strong. She can’t risk ruining their friendship. Y/N downed her glass of water and walked back to the living room.

“There you are! I was wondering where you disappeared to!” Hongjoong exclaimed when he saw her. “We were waiting for you so that we could start the game.”

“Ah, you didn’t have to.” Y/N scratched the back of her neck nervously when she noticed everyone was looking at her.

They all sat in a circle on the floor. The group agreed that Y/N should start since she was the only girl in the room.

“Hmm… Alright,” She looked around the room to choose her first victim. “Seonghwa. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” He anxiously replied.

“Is it true that you have an oppa kink?” Y/N smirked.

“I-what? W-Why would you think that?” He turned red.

“Your recent V-live.” She chuckled. “So do you?”

“It’s not a kink, okay? I just-”

“It’s okay, we won’t judge you Hwa, this is a safe place.” Y/N reassured him while laughing.

“Uhh… I guess it’s my turn then.” Seonghwa’s eyes shifted around the room. “Wooyoung, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Wooyoung confidently stated.

“Hmm… I dare you to mix orange juice, milk, and ketchup and drink it.”

“Fine.” Wooyoung went to the kitchen, mixed the ingredients and walked back into the living room. After taking a small sip of the mixture he gagged. “This is disgusting.”

“You accepted the dare. Now drink up, Wooyoung.” A sadistic glint appeared in Seonghwa’s eyes.

Wooyoung raised the glass to his mouth and proceeded to drink the mixture.

“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Chants filled the room.

After he was finished he rushed to the bathroom slamming the door behind him. All that was heard was disgusting retching as he hurled into the toilet bowl.

The game continued for a while after that. Every now and then Y/N would sneak glances at San. She didn’t exactly know when she started having these feelings towards him but it has been a while now. She knew that he would never return her feelings but a part of her really wanted him to. She even started debating whether or not just to tell him already and get it off her chest. This way she wouldn’t feel like she’s been hiding this huge secret from him.

“Okay, San. Truth or Dare?” Hongjoong asked.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss Y/N.” Hongjoong smirked.

“WHAT?!” The two yelled in unison with beet red faces and eyes as wide as saucers.

“Come on you guys! I can see the way you two keep looking at each other! Just kiss already!”

“Yeah, there does seem to be a lot of romantic tension between you two!” Yeosang added.

“Love is literally in the air when you’re near each other.” Yunho joined in the conversation.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,” Jongho started chanting quietly. The rest of the group joined in soon after.

San slowly started leaning in and just when his lips were about to touch yours, you panicked and turned your head to the side. His lips made contact with your cheek.

“Y/N HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THATTT?!” Wooyoung, who was now feeling better, screeched.

“Whatever, let’s carry on with the game.” San said trying to hide his disappointment. Little did Y/N know, San had been wanting to kiss her for the longest time. He noticed her staring at him from across the room so he thought that maybe she returned his feelings. He had a crush on Y/N from pretty much day 1 of their friendship but she never would’ve known due to San’s amazing acting skills. Now that he had a chance to confess, he won’t give up easily.

After another 30-ish minutes of playing it was San’s turn to ask the question again.

‘Now’s my chance.’

“Y/N. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” Y/N answered fidgeting with her sleeves.

“Did you want me to kiss you back then?” He asked, his beautiful dark brown eyes staring deep into hers.

“Dare.” She blurted out.

He leaned in ever so slightly, “I dare you to kiss me.” The rest of the group were intently watching the scene unfold, some were fangirling but trying to keep their squeals down as to not disrupt the moment.

“Never have I ever-”

“Y/N ThAt’s NoT tHe gAMe” Jongho screeched.

‘I have a chance now. I shouldn’t waste it. But it might ruin our friendship… What should I do?’

“Fuck it.” Y/N nervously bit her lip and leaned in, closing the gap between her and San. The room erupted into cheers and the sound of camera shutters closing was all that was heard. At first San was shocked that Y/N actually kissed him but he sure did enjoy the feeling of her lips on his. He kissed back and felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Imaginary fireworks exploded around the two. The kiss was getting heated when-

“Alright Y/N, San, that’s enough. Go get a room already.” Yeosang scrunched up his nose in disgust.

The two pulled away from each other with flustered faces and giggled a bit. ——————— 

Hello, so this is my first fanfic ever, I hope you enjoyed it! :) I was thinking about posting on here for a while now and was quite proud of this so, y’know, might as well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ In case I get any comments on ‘plagiarising’ another person on a different site I would just like to let you know that I have posted this fanfic of Amino previously but decided to move it onto here because I feel like more people use Tumblr and not Amino and maybe someone was craving some San fluff.

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So, this is only a little over 1600 words... I have a lot of people to thank.  I’ve had Stevie boy here for five months, but I’ve been around Tumblr rp for a long time and thought I’d take this opportunity to thank those of you that have been such lights this year. This year has been extremely hard for me for a number of reasons I won’t get into in this happy post! So, this is for those who were there for me this year:

My Main Peeps:

@liftingxrocks : firstly, i have to thank my incredible fiance. you were here every step of the way this year and it has made all the difference. i couldn’t have gotten through it without you and i’m so goddamn lucky i get to call you mine. proposing to you was easily the best thing i’ve ever done and when you said yes was the single best moment of my life. we met through rp and I love every character you try your hand at. thanks for being such a light in my life, babygirl. i love you.

@bytheanchor : b! you total fucking nerd. god, you’re the best! i’m so glad to call you my friend and you’re definitely one of my best online friends. you never fail to be positive and brighten my day. you’re so kind and encouraging. we talk practically every day. those two weeks you went away were SO BORING! i love all your characters so much, you know that. writing with you is easily one of my favourite past times. you are always just as excited and willing to write stuff as i am and i love it. thank you for being such an amazing friend.

@spitefulandspectacular : i mean you never check your tumblr notifications, but i don’t care. you were so important this year so you get a spot on the list. man, you were such a great roommate. we each had our things, but honestly i’m so happy my first real roommate was such a quality person. i miss ya like hell and can’t wait to see you real soon hopefully. thanks for being such a great friend and taking care of our boy. you’re a gem.

@mangohub : monroe, what can i even say? you’re such an incredible friend and i’m so thankful for you. anytime i’m dealing with anything you’re right there for me, ready to listen. i don’t think i’ve met a better writer in my entire life, no joke. i love your alec more than life itself and writing with you is always such a fulfilling experience. even jut plotting with you is so much goddamn fun. you’re such a bright and loving person. thanks for being one of the good things about my 2019.

@warricrsbcw : my mollee. hey hun. i just want to thank you for being such a stand up friend since we reconnected. you’ve been there for me every single time i’ve needed it and i hope i’ve been able to do the same. you’re such a sweet person and you deserve all the nice things. not to mention that i love your alec to hell and back! magnus would go to the ends of the earth for that boy.

@lcdgerbled : hayley, you are so awesome! I’m so lucky that when i left my magnus blog i was able to take you with me in a way. you’re such an insanely talented writer and an even better friend. you’ve been so great and always there if i need anyone to talk to about my ED. your natasha is perfect! steve adores her with his entire heart and wants to buy a place in a new york and have ten kids with her lol. thanks so much for making this year a little more bearable.

New Friends:

@divabarnes : so, you were actually the reason i remade my steve into a blog. he was just available on discord but you reignited my love for him. your bucky sparked my steve back to life and i can’t thank you enough. i love him so much. your writing is so in character and makes my jaw drop every time. i love writing with you (even though im slow and trash). thanks for everything you didn’t even know you did.

@ivorysatin : i know we haven’t known each other a super long time but i absolutely adore you! you’ve been so kind and friendly and you’re writing is PHENOMENAL! your magnus, anna and blair! i’m so in love with all your threads and verses. every time i see your blair i’m so tempted to remake my charles so you need to STOP! but, seriously, you’re such a friendly bean, thanks!

@semiistable : hello friend! so i know we literally just met like four days ago, but in that time i have totally fallen in love with your writing and you so freaking nice and chill. my steve is head over heels for your bucky, and writing with you never fails to make me smile. i hope we continue to be friends for a long time.

@mischieftomake : bonjour jas! so i’ve been dying to write a loki/steve pairing for so long but could never find anyone that clicked with my steve. and, i’m so lucky that the one who did also has such a phenomenal mun! you’re so much fun to plot with and to play around with what we want to do. i’m loving our soulmate verses so much! i hope we continue to become close in the new year!

@tcnystcrrk : thank you thank you thank you! i’m so happy we met and i feel so lucky to get to write with you. my steve just gravitates to your tony. you’re actually the only tony i’m properly active with. i just love plotting and writing with you. you’ve been so kind and excited and it’s made me so happy. i hope to write loads with you both ic and ooc in the new year. stay frosty.

@heyqxeens : beep boop. we don’t write a lot, and that’s mostly because i’ve been hella busy and whatnot. but, i love your peter. even without writing with you i’ve been heavily enjoying reading your other threads. honestly just the fact that you're on my dash makes a huge difference in my tumblr experience. also, we still need to do that thread where they both work at the bugle lol. hope your new year is full of fun.

@hcpefell : nyxie. again, i’ve been bad at keeping up bc life is super hectic right now but thank you so much for being part of the harder part of this year. the second half really took a lot out of me and meeting and writing with you really helped! i love how you write gwen and steve adores her. thank you so much!

Honorable Mentions: (a.k.a. those i stalk)

@stolenparticles : so hi! i’ve been following you since even before i had steve i believe. even when i never thought we’d write together (bc of the vastly different fandoms) i still needed to follow you. cassie is such an interesting and complex character and i love to see someone taking her and just running with it. i love to read all your threads on the dash, it’s always such a good time.

@stormweathered : we’ve chatted here and there, but i low key am IN LOVE with your characterization. your thor is so beautiful and on point! i read all of your answered memes when they show up because your writing is just so impressive. one day i’ll stop being a potato and actually get to work on saying a proper hello.

@kendolled : SOOOOO... i lowkey stalk your blog daily! you’re right up there with @ivorysatin making me want to remake charles. every single time i read your replies alli can see is mr. archibald. i swear, you encompass him so well. ive been rewatching gossip girl for the past seven months or so (bc im slow and easily distracted) and trust me when i say your nate is spot on! i read literally almost everything you post because it’s so perfect!

@spidaeyaunt : so i lowkey adore you. all the love and devotion you put into may is inspiring. i love reading your headcanons and i adore your threads with tonys and peters. but i think the big reason i follow you is your personality. i love seeing your ooc posts on the dash and your tags always make me laugh! keep it up, you cool cat.

@exposestruth & @smallvxlle : i grouped you together because i found you through each other. smallville was such a huge and important part of me growing up. it will forever be one of my top three shows. having both of you bring these characters to life has meant everything. makes me totally miss my ollie every time i read your individual threads. plus all the smallville gifsets on my dash make me SO HAPPY! 

@moqul : omg! your cat is FLAWLESS! i love reading your headcanons and your tags are always so freaking hilarious! i laugh so much whenever you’re on  the dash and it’s something i value so much. i love supergirl so much, i played kara for a while and i still play barry (since hes a cw super) and your cat is just perfect. i don’t think anyone else could do her the kind of justice you do.

@hakune : OH MY GOD!! your steve *holds chest* I just love him so much. you write so well and your passion for our boy comes through so clearly. i love reading your threads and just watching you interact on the dash is a blast. keep up the good work, fellow steve.

@madebythejungle : you are so fucking talented, wtf? to take such a cool and interesting character and just explode him into life is so impressive. i love reading your stuff whenever i come across it on the dash. one day i’ll get up the courage to actually come say hi, but until then have this little thank you. thank you for making my dash that much better.

[spideymybucky]

Make it stop

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

warnings: depression, sadness, angst, betrayal.

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

Word count: 2k+

Chapter 1, Next >>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Why?” Tony said confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” He sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Just take me to my floor please.”

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

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

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

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

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

All she wanted was to make everything stop.

[catfishandthebottlefan]

#9.2 - Touring - Part 2 - The Flight

A/N - I was up till midnight writing this 😂 Part 2 of my first chaptered fic! I hope you enjoy! ~ A x

Van slaps your arse cheekily as you walk up the aisle of the plane on your way to your seat. You’ll get him back for that later. 

Following a seemingly confident Bondy, you and the lads reach your seats towards the middle of the plane - row 32. The six of you take up the whole row, making room for the split down the aisle, thus you don’t bother checking your boarding passes as it wouldn’t matter who sat in what seat anyway. You end up sandwiched between Bondy - who sits at the window - and Van, who sits on the aisle. Across the aisle sits Larry, then Benji, and Bob by the window. You knew Bob would like being by the window - like you, he was a natural dreamer. Larry and Van seem happy enough to be next to eachother as they pull faces and try to hold hands across the aisle as everyone else attempts to board the flight.

“Excuse me.” You hear the voice of an air stewardess.

You look up to see her stood next to an unhappy-looking family.

“Y’alright, love?” Van says, cheerily.

“You appear to be in the wrong seats.” the air stewardess snaps.

“No, love, we’re definitely row 33.” Van says confidently.

“Yes, and this is row 32.” she replies curtly, “So if you wouldn’t mind moving so that everyone else can board-”

“Bondy, you idiot.” you hiss, standing up.

Bondy simply shrugs, “Must’ve read the row number wrong.”

You all move back a row, awkwardly shuffling your hand luggage back into the same seats.

“Bondy, you’re a fucking retard.” Van mutters.

“Oy, who put me in charge of flight navigation?” Bondy retaliates.

“You were at the front!” Larry chimes in, Van nodding in approval.

Bob simply laughs, red with embarrassment at having to move. Benji tries to keep the peace.

“To be fair, we all should’ve checked-”

Larry elbows him sharply. “Yeah, but it’s more fun to blame Bondy.”

You lean against Van’s shoulder as everyone settles down into their seats. You hear a faint murmur of music playing through his headphones.

“You ok, baby?” he asks, reaching for your hand.

“Yeah,” you reply, “What’re you listening to?”

He removes a headphone and places it in your ear.

I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?

“The Streets,” you laugh, “Never would’ve guessed.”

“That song’s about you, y’know.” Van teases.

“Thanks a lot, mate.” you reply, sarcastically.

“It’s a compliment!” he says, his voice going an octave higher, as it always does when he knows he’s tried his luck.

“Well, thank you.” you reply, with mock sincerity, giggling.

Larry slaps Van’s knee from across the aisle. “Shut up, it’s the safety display. Some of us don’t want to drown when the plane crashes.”

“When!?” Bob laughs.

Van pulls a face at Larry, and closes his eyes, tuning himself into his music. You look to your left to see Bondy scrolling through his phone. He closed-mouth smiles at you when you make eye contact. You, Larry and Benji seemed to be the only ones listening to the safety demonstration, with Van and Bondy actively choosing not to listen and Bob clearly somewhere else as he looks out of the window. 

You close your eyes and rest your head back on Van’s shoulder, half-listening to his music from the outside of his headphone. You drift off into a half-awake, half-asleep state as you attempt to align your breathing with your boyfriend’s. You always try to do this when you lie beside Van, and usually end up struggling for breath, but the steady rise and fall of his chest this morning puts you into pure relaxation. You grip his hand tightly as the plane taxis and takes off, then drift into a sleep.

--

You wake up to Bondy and Van laughing on either side of you. You slowly open your eyes.

“Don’t move!” Larry warns. 

You open your eyes to see a the contents of Van and Bondy’s hand luggage balanced on various parts of your body. A £20 note on each forearm, a driving license on each thigh, a passport on your head and another on one shoulder. On the other shoulder, a deck of playing cards bound tightly with a rubber band rested. However, the condoms on each nipple amused you the most.

“Who’s are these!” you laugh hysterically, pointing at your boobs.

“One each.” Bondy affirms, “One from each wallet.”

“Wow, you two are disgusting.” Benji remarks.

“Don’t be silly-” Larry erupts into peals of laughter, “Don’t be silly- Don’t be silly-”

“Spit it out, mate!” Van says, also laughing.

“Don’t be silly,” Larry repeats, still laughing, “Wrap your willy!”

Even Bob loses his shit, and the whole group of you explode into hysterics. So much so that the same narky air hostess has to come over.

“Excuse me,” she says, staring particularly disapprovingly at you, “You’re disturbing the other passengers.”

“Oh, we’re sorry-” you begin, blushing.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Bondy says, flatly.

“Bondy!” you hiss, nudging him.

“I can get you removed from this flight if you want me to.” the stewardess replies, patronisingly.

“God, it’s like being at school again!” Larry pipes up.

You’d all drawn enough attention to yourself for other passengers to turn around.

“Leave them alone, they’re just young lads messing around!” says an older man with a Yorkshire accent from in front of you.

“Yeah, it’s actually quite entertaining.” a young girl in her late teens affirms from behind you. 

The air hostess wrinkles her nose. “You better not cause any more-” she pauses to think, “Disturbances.”

Van pulls a face behind her back as she walks away haughtily. You giggle, pulling your phone out to check the time. 6 hours left to go.

“Is there WiFi on this plane?” you ask Bondy.

Before he gets a chance to reply, Larry gives you a firm “No.”

“What the fuck are you on about mate? Yeah there’s WiFi.” says Bondy.

You connect your phone to the WiFi, and are surprised to see tens of Facebook notifications come through slowly. 

“What have you lot tagged me in now?” you say, opening your notifications, “I’ve got about 6 private messages and 30 comments on a post?”

The page loads painstakingly as you see the incriminating post.

Y/N is feeling wet.

“Just had the worst sex ever with Van McCann before getting in the taxi to leave for tour. He came after thirty seconds because he’s got a 3 inch dick. He deserves it for leaving poor Larry Lau waiting outside in the cold and making him put all his bags in the taxi though x”

“Larry!” you almost yell, “You took my phone when I fell asleep in the taxi, didn’t you!”

“No,” he giggles, “T’wasn’t me.”

“It was though, wasn’t it!”

“Maybe.” he replies, laughing.

“What’s happening, babes?” Van peers over at your phone, “Larry, you little shit!”

A few seconds later, he shouts slightly too loudly. “I do not have a three inch cock!”

A few nervous giggles erupt from the seats around you all.

“What?” Van says, his voice going all high again, “I don’t! You’ve seen it!”

“For fuck’s sake, Larry, my nan’s seen this!” you gasp, reading the comments and your private messages, all questioning the post.

You quickly press delete, thinking about how you can get payback. Ah, you had just the picture. Van had sent you it the other day- an extract from his parents’ old photo album. You press upload, tagging Larry in the photo of him, aged 6, wearing a pink summer dress and sparkly hair clips. Perfect.

--

Two hours to go, and you were bored as fuck. You’d already listened to all of your favourite songs, mostly by The Kooks. You were even bored enough that you’d listened to all three Catfish albums, despite knowing you’d be hearing them non-stop for the next three months. Suddenly, you remember Van’s cheeky slap on the arse as you were boarding the plane. Payback for that was overdue. 

You look to your right to see Van sleeping, his head lolling gently to the side. You touch his thigh gently, and watch as he begins to stir. You let him fall back to sleep, but then you stroke his thigh again, slowly making your way inward. Stroke, watch him stir, then remove, until you get closer and closer to his dick. You stroke his crotch, and watch as his eyes begin to open.

“I love you.” you whisper in his ear, seductively, then nibble his earlobe.

You continue to rub his crotch slowly.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?” Van whispers, croakily.

“Payback.” you reply, quietly, as you feel his boner rise.

“Stop!” he whines, secretly loving it, “Why do I deserve this?”

“You slapped my arse.” you reply, now removing your hand from his crotch. 

You were satisfied that you’d made him horny, but deliberately not finished. How could you? You were on a plane for God’s sake.

“I fucking hate you.” Van whispers in your ear, “Now I gotta wait for this to go down.”

“Yep.” you reply, “Don’t slap my arse in public again, then.” 

 --

Half an hour to go. Even Bob looks slightly bored now. From the front of the plane, you hear a baby crying.

“I can’t listen to that no more,” Van says, achingly, “I hate hearing kids upset.”

You rub his shoulder reassuringly.

“People shouldn’t bring kids on planes.” you say, quietly.

Van nods in agreement. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we now ask that you return to your seats as we prepare for landing. Please put away any portable electronic devices and turn off your mobile phones. The seatbelt signs are now on and the toilets will be closed.”

You nestle closer to Van, and he puts his left arm around you.

“Ready for the USA?” you ask.

“Is the USA ready for us?” Van replies, confidently.

“Nobody’s ready for us!” you reply, laughing.

You kiss his lips gently. Van initially seems taken aback, but then kisses you back.

“Get a fucking room!” Larry quips.

“Can’t you wait till we get to the hotel at least?” Bondy yawns.

You simply shrug it off. Gripping Van’s hand tightly as the plane descends and the wheels hit the tarmac of the runway, you whisper in his ear.

“Here’s to the next adventure.”

[the-static-and-i]

⏳ :)

// SO THIS IS A FUCKING LONG ONE, AND UM, OOF AT THE ENDING?? BUT IM P HAPPY WITH HOW THE REST OF IT CAME OUT, SO HERE THE FUCK WE ARE??? 

ITS ALSO A CLOAK BOI, CAUSE IM A FUCKING SLUT FOR THAT SHIT RN, AND ITS KIND OF A CONTINUATION OF THE LAST REQUEST FIC? THIS TIME ITS ~EVERYONE~ GETTING FUCKED ON.

TW: Prison-esque cells, chains, collars, bomb mention, anxiety, anxiety inducing text, drowning, shattered glass, glass shards, cuts, electrocution, character death. Please let me know if i missed anything, this is a big one.

They had been trapped for four days. No word from Sam or Marvin or Anti or even the cult assholes. Jackie had been fruitlessly trying to hack to each of their accounts, hoping for a clue or a location, some physical place he could go and get Marvin and everyone out of.

Finally, as he set his bags onto the bed of their new hotel room, he got five notifications from the server all at once. He glanced at it, assuming it was just casual conversation with weird timing, but saw each one of them was from Two. The preview of every message read "Tick tock. :)...", and Jackie fumbled to unlock his phone, pulling up the server and the first chat he saw, Phaedo. Everyone active was responding negatively at the code underneath the message, but he saw Chance and Alex mentioning getting onto solving it.

Nic rested his hand on Jackie's arm, hugging him from behind. Jackie relaxed a little, leaning back into the hold and turning off his phone, hoping that someone would get the code quick.

He got his wish; by the time he woke up the next morning, all groups had solved the code and JJ had dm'ed him.

"They're taunting you. You know it's probably a trap, right?"

He pulled up the code, seeing a link that led to a picture of Marvin chained up, the caption reading "Better hurry, hero. Your brother's waiting." With some coordinates attached. He sighed, looking over at Nic who had been working on the code late last night while Jackie had been trying to get information on the cult members. He was curling closer to Jackie's side, still asleep.

He sighed quietly, plugging the coordinates into his map app, seeing that they led scarily close to their current hotel. Anxiety chewed at his nerves, but he ignored it as best he could, finally typing a quick message back to JJ, "I know, but we dont have a choice. I'll be careful."

He turned over, wrapping an arm around Nic and hugging him close for a moment, long enough that he slowly starting waking up, before laying a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Nic was giving him a sleepy smile when he pulled away, and he uttered a soft "Hey."

"Hey. That code last night? Leads to more coordinates. They're nearby, so I'm gonna head out. You should try to stay out of the hotel, just in case it's not a coincidence that they're so close."

Nic yawned and nodded, working his way up but pausing to stretch. Jackie followed suit, pulling the sheets up lazily and moving to find his bag and costume.

10 minutes later, they were both outside, Nic heading towards the local mall, Jackie speed-walking over to the destination from the code. There was nothing on the map in the location, but the cultists had confirmed that they had gotten the answer, so he didnt hesitate more in getting going.

It turns out the map was wrong, he realized as he reached the destination. There was a small, beat up shack, the remnants of a burned house or some small fort, on the property. He heaved a sigh, watching his steps closely as he moved toward the building, texting updates to the group chat.

He stepped onto the foundation, breathing a small sigh of relief that nothing had jumped out and attacked him in the 6 yard gap between sidewalk and cement.

He glanced down at the group chat, seeing Two piping in with a simple "tick tock," repeating themself but setting Jackie's nerves on fire. He buried his anger and confusion at how they got into the locked chat, telling them to fuck off and then saying hed be back soon.

He stayed quiet as he looked around again, turning off his phone and slipping it into his pocket as he passed the blackened remains of a doorframe.

In the corner of the next room was a cellar door, metal and grey, with a rusty padlock keeping chains around the handles. He ripped off the chains easily, pulling the doors open and eyeing the steps warily.

This was so a trap. He sighed again, grabbing one door and pulling it off of the hinges so he had less chance of getting trapped in whatever hell was waiting for him, before finally descending.

His vision didnt change the farther down he went, but he could feel the dull throbbing in his temples that meant his night vision had kicked in.

All around him were cells, empty ones that didnt even have food trays or windows, and definitely no bed. His ears perked as he heard shuffling in one of them farther ahead, looking into it and seeing- "Marvin?"

Jackie was quick to pull open the door, his brother looking up at him with weary eyes, but a small smile twitching up his lips.

"Knew you'd make it. Little help?" Marvin rattled the chains around his wrists, Jackie nodding and pulling them out of the walls, then getting to work on unlocking them from around his limbs.

"You look like shit, Marv." Jackie tried to sound playful, but he had been worried as fuck, and he wasnt totally convinced this wasnt a trap.

"Its this new diet I'm trying: not eating or sleeping for a few days? Maybe you should give it a shot." Jackie snorted, successfully pulling both sets of chains off of Marvin's limbs before noticing the big fucking collar.

"Jesus, 's this overkill or what?" He mumbled under his breath.

"Right, that's what I'm saying, it's not like I- ow- not like I punched him in the throat or anything." Jackie gave him a look. "I didnt! I elbowed his nose. Sam punched him in the throat!"

Jackie tensed up, glancing back through the bars but not seeing anybody. "Sam's here? Who else is?"

"She uh, she was? Anti came and dragged her out a bit before you got here, and she didn't look like she was in the best shape.. You're going after them, right?" The collar came off finally, Marvin grabbing it and setting it aside carelessly. He stood up as Jackie moved backwards, his knees protesting at the movement as blood flooded back into them. He wobbled on his feet, leaning hard against Jackie as his numb feet struggled to support him. "Shit.."

When he was stable enough to stand on his own, Jackie finally responded. "Course I'm going after them, he cant hurt anybody else. Who else is here? Can you get them out?" His mind was racing, his eyes flicking between Marvin's dull ones.

"I.. can try? But my magic.." He tried to create a flame at his fingertips, instead getting small sparks that fizzled out. "Yeah, no. Do you even know where he took her?"

Jackie hesitated before shaking his head. "No. So I'll get everyone out, and then we have to find out how to get them home safe.." Jackie tried to ignore that that would be harder than he made it sound, stepping back into the hallway and onto the next cell.

Finally, all five people stood in the hallway, shaking and crying but unharmed. Marvin led them out, following Jackie's shouted directions, since he held the rear.

As they all climbed out, in an almost single-file orderly line, Jackie heard something. He turned his head, his foot still on the bottom step, only seeing the long hallway with an unnatural darkness at the end of it. His fight or flight kicked in, rocking forward on his toes as he turned back to Marvin, who was holding a hand out to him.

"Jackie dont, you dont know what's in there and we have to get these guys safe."

"I know, but-" tick tock. The sound reverberated off the walls, Jackie looked back and saw a shape forming in the darkness.

"Dont you fucking dare, Jackie come on!" Marvin called, but Jackie didnt look at him, instead stepping down and turning towards the hallway.

"Get them out of here, please. Stay safe," he heard Marvin groan in irritation, before he corralled the people together and led them away. Jackie waited until their steps faded away before he moved down the hall, glancing into every cell as he passed. tick tock.

He stopped and listened as the sound came again, hoping to locate its source but no dice. The echoes had faded when he finally moved again, his pace even slower than before, in case the ticking was a bomb or something similar.

ticktock. He flinched, his head ducking to his left as he swore the sound was right in his ear, nothing more than a quick whisper that had his skin crawling. He looked around hastily, ensuring he wasnt about to be jumped, before he picked up his pace again, realizing that the noises were coming from Anti or similar, not anything that would explode.

He glanced into the next set of cells, tick tock tick. It came from in front of him, so he kept moving. Ticktocktick. He started running, the shape at the end of the hallway solidifying the closer he got. ticktockticktock. The hallway seemed to drag on, he stopped checking the cells, nearly sprinting. tick tock tick tock.

He skidded to a stop as everything warbled around him, the cells fading to dirty plastered walls, ticktocktick, the end of the hallway rushing forward to meet him. He backed up, trying to outrun the stone wall, tick tock tick, but it stopped far before it reached him, blending seamlessly into the rest of the wall before he could blink. ticktock.

He looked around the new room in a rush, realizing the sound was slowing down and he had no idea where he was. tick tock. He walked over to where the stone wall had been, banging against it and hoping to find it hollow. It wasnt though, and he huffed an irritated worried sigh, turning and putting his back to the wall, tick. tock. as he reexamined his surroundings. There was no door, no window, no light source, no pillars, nothing. The walls were bare, the floor was wooden, the ceiling was low and empty.

tick. He heard a glitching sound, his eyes having to readjust to the sudden green light of Anti appearing. In front of the glitch was Sam, struggling desperately against the arm around her throat. tock.

Jackie ran and lunged forward, Anti's cackle echoing around the room as he glitched away. He was kicked from behind, a boot to the center of his back that had him stumbling over his own feet. He swiveled midair, landing on his ass and shielding his face against whatever blow might be coming.

There wasnt one. Instead, Anti stood in front of him, flicking open and closed a knife at his side. His leer was cruel, almost illuminating the rest of his face. Jackie didnt look away, pushing himself to his feet as he forced his heartrate down.

"No witty quips or clever catchphrase, hero?" Anti sneered, his body glitching out.

"Nah, you arent worth the effort. But if you want-"

"If I’m not-" tick, "maybe she is." He smiled, glitching Sam back into the room. She shook her head as she saw them both, quickly hugging herself and backing away. "Or maybe him?" tock, Nic glitched in, looking around the room confused. He glared at Anti as soon as he gained his bearings, reaching out for Jackie.

As his hand brushed the fabric of Jackie’s costume, he was thrown back across the room like he had been shocked. He sat up quickly, seeing Jackie was back against the opposite wall, like he had been shocked too. Nic rushed toward his side, hitting a glass wall after only a couple steps. He hit it hard, staggering back but not falling. He pressed his hands against the pane, turning to glance at his side and seeing Sam with her hands pressed against two glass walls of her own, one separating them.

“Sammy, you okay?” He asked, seeing the bags under her eyes and her shaking arms. She stared blankly out through the glass, giving only a small nod in response.

“You?” Her voice was quiet, hoarse, Nic couldnt tell if it was from screaming or not having water in a few days, but he figured he didnt want to know just yet.

“Uh, was good up until now. We’re gonna be oka-” As if on cue, the sound of rushing water cut him off quickly, and he muttered a soft curse. He looked forward again, seeing Jackie standing up again, with Anti between him and the glass cells.

“Tick tock, Jackaboy. Who’ll you save this time?” Anti glitched away, his voice still reverberating as he spoke again, “My money’s on neither.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Nic shouted, banging on the glass once before stepping back from it. Anti laughed joyfully, either at Nic or at Jackie running full speed at the glass in front of him.

His body slammed into the wall in front of Nic, the box wobbling back and forth, the water at his feet sloshing around in tandem. He backed up, looking over at Sam and seeing her backed against the wall opposite Nic. She ran forward too, her impact rocking both of their boxes a little. She groaned softly and rubbed her shoulder, backing up again anyway.

“Sam dont, dont hurt yourself. I got this, Im getting you both out of here.” He ran forward again, hearing the glass crack as his arm hit the same spot again. The cage rocked back dangerously far, Nic calling out as he pushed himself forward to offset the weight. It worked, the cage stabilized, and Jackie was ready to run again. “Back up.”

Nic complied, and Jackie ran full speed at the cage, successfully breaking through the glass with his shoulder. He pushed himself through the big fucking hole, further shattering the glass until he could reach Nic.

Sam gasped next to them, but Jackie didnt divert his attention yet. “D-dads, if something happens, you two get out, i love you both, tell everyone im so-” her voice was rushed, but her own screams still cut her off.

Jackie looked over quickly, seeing wires laying in the water at her feet. The electricity off of them was visible, and Sam was fighting to not let her legs give out. Jackie cursed, hastily jumping back from Nic’s cage and readying himself to run again, Nic standing next to him. He didnt object, instead cueing Nic to run with him, the two of them rocking the box back. She yelped as the water climbed higher up her bare legs, but bit her lips and leaned forward against the rocking.

The two of them backed up again, barely waiting for the box to stabilize again before taking off. The glass cracked loudly, a small shatter going across the entire front of the pane. Water started spurting out from the cracks, but it kept climbing higher, soaking her shorts and tank top without going past her belly button yet. She cried out as the electricity increased, her body doubling over and accidentally splashing into the water.

Her voice doubled as Jackie and Nic backed up, Ren trying to take over and front so Sam didnt have to suffer any more. The box rocked back as the shatter got bigger, not breaking but getting close, so close, they were so close.

“We love you both, you can do this, we believe in y-” The electricity increased again, and Ren gasped, feeling her heart beat shudder and fuck up, her breath catching in her throat. She couldnt even cough, the water rising up to her throat making her larynx twitch and close up.

The men, her dad, her dads that she rarely talked to, slammed into the glass, but it bounced them off of it instead of breaking. She heard Anti’s laugh, his cruel, sadistic, grating laugh, before the water rose again, covering her ears and eyes and soon her whole head. She couldnt move, her body was so stiff, she had to swim, had to fucking move, come on, please, but she couldnt force her muscles to tense or relax.

On the other side of the glass, she saw the shapes of Jackie and Nic, still throwing themselves at the glass, she tried so desperately hold her breath, to hold out, to keep herself alive so Sam could hug them both again. The electricity, Anti, was so against her determination though, increasing until she could actually feel her heart struggle to keep pumping as all of her muscles froze up.

She screamed out, seeing the shadows on the other side coming closer again, fucking hoping that this was the one. Her vision went dark all at once, but she didnt hear the glass break. She tried to open her eyes, tried to look out at her family, tried so hard to call out to them, but her body wasnt responding, barely even twitching as the electricity increased more. She didnt even feel it happen; she was gone. 

[twyella]

The other day my sibling ran out of data on their phone while we were at the park and they wanted to reply to friends on Quotev so they borrowed my phone, logged in, replied, logged out, passed me the phone back. I then closed the tab.

Despite that, I am getting their notifications. We both tried to fix this but failed. So they just said not to click on their notifications or anything, which frankly was slightly insulting because I would never do that, and we just left it.

For context, Quotev is primarily a website to create stuff such as writing original works, fanfictions, or creating quizzes. But you are also able to post things or message each other (presumably this was originally to make feedback, collaborations etc easier) which means a lot of people also or even only use Quotev as effectively, social media.

So I'm still getting my sibling's notifications and from what I can see, it's just stuff like _____ replied to your message, ____ commented on your activity, ____ liked your activity.......Thing is, they're getting a lot off these notifications.

And the same names are coming up constantly, so I'd presume it's less general popularity and more like they just have a lot of friends/acquaintances on Quotev.

And honestly, I know I shouldn't compare like this, but it makes me sad.

It seems like they have like 5 friends or collaborators on Quotev. I know in real life they have ten or more friends that aren't common friends with me. And they all communicate with each other constantly, seemingly with little filter.

And then I'm here. Counting both irl people and people online, I have a friendship group of maybe 6 people. Two of whom are my godbrothers that I'm lucky if I see three times a year - we have the obligatory Christmas and Easter meeting and that's it, we stopped even going to each other's birthday parties or just meeting up then years ago. All of my friends are pretty evenly split between people I rarely get to talk to, relatively speaking, and people I often struggle to face or be myself around. During holidays I frequently find a week or more goes by without my communicating with any of my friends - as in, not a week without X friend, a week without any friends.

And I know a lot of that is on me.

I know for example my irl friends talk to each other on the group chat and I'm able to join but there's a 50-50 chance I just won't because I feel so tired or upset or angry. I know I could probably make more friends if I made more of an effort but..It's hard. It takes so much effort for me. And I feel like I'm always fucking up with the friends I DO have, so besides any other issues, that alone makes me hesitant to try and befriend someone else.

And I guess....I'm just lonely. I just feel small and lonely and yet I know it's partially my fault and I know if I was more upfront with my friends about the issues I feel with keeping in contact sometime than it would be less of a wedge in my relationships with them, but. I don't know. I want to give an excuse but I don't have any except I really don't want to have that conversation.

And when my friends, most frequently online but also irl, say they can't talk because they're busy, a part of me always gets angry. Because I never let how busy I am effect how much I communicate, even if that means cutting into my hours of sleep by either talking late at night or putting off my work to talk and then having to work late at night when I'm tired. But I know that that that isn't fair, both because they're often busy to a different extent in different scenarios to me, AND because my willingness to cut into my sleep probably isn't really something that is healthy or advisable. But I still get angry about it, and that ironically makes me communicate less because I'm worried about the possibility of exploding at my friends when I know they don't deserve it.

On the other hand, I've dropped someone from my mental list of friends because he repeatedly says he's incredibly busy with something that's 10 times more minor than anything I'm doing right now, then completely drops off the radar for a month or more, then gets annoyed and upset at me when it feels awkward when he finally speaks to me again after potentially months of "Hi (Twyella)!" "Oh hey, you able to talk rn?" "No just wanted to check how you are..nvm gtg" being the only communication, weeks apart.

But I just....God. I'm lonely. I'm sad. I feel small. I want more friends who I have more honest, deeper relationships with, but I'm aware I probably wouldn't actually have the energy or mental capacity to really deal with that, I'd either start vanishing more often or start having more breakdowns and that's...Not really an option.

But god, I'm so fucking lonely.

I hate being alone.

It makes me so fucking sad...

[purintarts]

Mr & Mrs Choi (Part 3)

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You kissed Luciel good bye before he got into the car with his co-worker, Mary. It was a weird name for a guy but you weren’t going to complain, maybe his parents wanted a girl but ended up with a boy or maybe he’s just transgender. Whatever it is, it wasn’t your business.

As you waved your husband goodbye before closing the door. Freedom from your husband, free time for you to get down to business. You ran up to your bedroom and set up your devices, turning the screen to Kim Jason. There were no notification last night and neither did anyone come or go.

You left the devices on to themselves as you change your clothes into something easier for you to move around. You had a feeling this Kim Jason would come today, so you laid your weapons and gadgets out, waiting to strike.

Just as you had put on your shirt, you heard voices coming from your device and you quickly ran to it. However, the voice sounds familiar, pretty familiar.

You checked the camera and unfortunately, a car had blocked the view of the people. You cursed under your breath but then a person went to the mailbox and took out all the letter and newspaper. You zoomed in the camera, it wasn’t clear due to the definition of the camera but the clothes might be different but the face, hair and glasses.

It can’t be.

“You need to tell your wife that it might take longer, this is no walk in the park”

“If it comes down to it, I’ll tell MC later”

You face turned pale.

Maybe this Kim Jason is his co-worker? Maybe they were visiting him- yes. But he’s not home, maybe he will call him-

“Already have a plan?”

“Pretty much. Just gotta get my stuff and we can go”

“You better do this quick Seven”

Seven?

A lot of shuffling was heard before the newspaper was dumped into the trashcan, throwing off your microphone along. You cursed but then the other person- that was Mary alright and it was the same car that arrived just now, the so-called Mary got into the car before leaving off first and there he was.

Your husband.

He unlocked the doors and went in.

You sat on the bed dumbfounded. Not sure whether to prove that it was true or false but then again, you too were an agent. Looking at the devices, you shut them down. Throwing everything in a large totebag, you set off.

You got some work to do.

   Seven went down to the basement, grabbing his guns, grenades and any weapon that he thought that he would need to be put in use. Slinging the backpack on his shoulder, he walked up towards his opened laptop.

He had just searched the CCTV and footage for Kitty from the description. The searched was complete and he quickly scrolled through the results.

“Cat ear-cuffs? How the hell am I going to find cat ear-cuffs? Urgh, he’s useless” Seven grumbled as he scroll down, checking the tabs for any pictures.

Then there was one. A lady in a dress with fitting description and a cat ear-cuff. The lady was with a man when the picture was taken.

Seven felt his blood run cold as the blood on his face was drained. He zoomed into the picture and it was truly a cat ear-cuff, no denying. The man was him and the lady was-

“No way!” he pulled his hands away “MC is Kitty? She can barely walk 5 meters in heels, how could she be an agent?” he laughed as he brushed his fringe back.

However, his fingers were back on the keyboard and he searched with the picture, finding any similar pictures or pictures of her. There were a lot of pictures, pictures with him, pictures of her at the grocery store and her off to work.

However, the pictures as she got off from her work building, there was the cat ear-cuff again. The weird thing was, there pictures from outside her office was from the CCTV footage at the bank across the road. There were also a lot of missing pictures from the time she walked out of the office to going home. A lot of empty slots.

Just as he was about to check further, a crash was heard from the window. Seven looked over to the crashed window and looked over on the floor when he heard something roll which turned out to be a metal can.

The can made a beep and with a hissed, smoke came out like a fire extinguisher, filling the hall quickly. Seven shut the computer and grabbed his backpack before fleeing towards the kitchen. He heard a thud from the hall and he was not going to find out.

Though, he had a knack on who it was.

Seven slammed his hand on a button in the kitchen and metal doors begin to scroll down at the windows and doors.

He ran towards the bathroom, locking it up before clicking a switch. He heard the footsteps coming to the kitchen as the bathroom wall slide open towards the porch. Seven climbed into his car and started the engine.

From his rearview mirror he saw the bathroom door exploded and a person with a mouth cover walked into the bathroom.

Just a look into the person’s eyes, he knew who they was and yet slamming his feet on the gas, his car lurched forward, going to the street and turning to a corner. As his car zoomed down the street, his mind had enough time to process what just happen.

She knew.

She knew this whole time and yet, she acted like that.

No wonder they called her dangerous.

“Dammit and I fucked with the enemy. Had me like a fool!” he hissed, slapping the steering wheel. The memories he had with you in the house, the memory of home was shredded to pieces. It was nothing but an act.

Seven had to admit, what he did was an act too but he never knew about you. Glancing at the side mirror, a car was tailing him.

Let the games begin.

    He knew you were coming.

His house was all armed up and ready to be activated. Staring at the red Ferrari in front of you, you glanced at the hologram where the tracker is still locked on his car. Ripping your mask off, you filled up yourself with determination.

Determination to kill.

He knew who you are, that’s why he acted so sweet. Lowering your guard down and making you feel things you haven’t felt before. Your teacher’s were right, love doesn’t exist and you couldn’t believe you let him fool you. You weren’t backing down easily.

You’re going to put a bullet between his head if that’s the last thing you’ll do.

You saw him making a sharp turn into an alley, due to your speed, you were too late to turn. You smirked at his attempted to lose you, looking at the tracker, you mentally made a calculation and turn to a corner. Taking turns down the alleys that would take you back to him.

Just as calculated, you were now side by side with the red Ferrari. You banged your car against him, pushing him into the wall. You could see his car trying to fight you off as it swayed, trying its best to stir from the wall.

All of the sudden, he pulled the break and you ended up banging the wall as you went forward. You cursed as he put back his speed to pass you, opening the door, you point out the gun and pressed the trigger.

Your bullets hit their target as it blew off both of his back tires.

“FUCK!” Seven cursed as he tried to get his car under control but with a turn of the steering, his car flipped as he crashed against the lamp pole. Thankfully, he had his seatbelt on but that doesn’t make it any less bad.

You looked at the tumbling car, feeling worried for the man inside for a moment before burning the emotion as you got out of the car with your shot gun. Walking towards the upside down car, you saw Luciel- 707, staring blankly ahead at his broken windows, still attached to his seat.

You pulled the driver’s door open and he pointed the gun at you.

“You know pumpkin, I always wondered how our first fight is going to be but I never expected it to be this bad” he said with a light chuckled but his eyes were cold.

You crouched down as you pointed your gun at him “Well dear, you shouldn’t be surprised by it” you gritted your teeth as you put your finger on the trigger.

The two of you had no word exchanges except guns pointing and cold eyes staring at each other.

Seven didn’t know what came over him but he dropped down his gun taking you by surprised. You stared at him as you slightly lowered your gun just incase he pulled any moves. However, seeing his sighed as he rubbed his face, grumbling his frustration.

“What do you want from me, MC- Kitty? Urgh MC, Kitty, whoever you are” he said glaring at you “Was pretending to be my wife all these years, worth it? Did you really gain anything?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed “The one pretending here is you, 707! You pretended to be that caring innocent husband just to lower my guard didn’t you?”

“Do I look like a good actor to you?” he sneered.

“Well, you sure did play the role well” you said, dropping your gun “Good enough, to fool me!”

“I didn’t fool you!”

“Then why the hell did you marry me for, bastard?!”

Seven opened his mouth before closing for a moment then opened them back “Don’t start with the names! Why did you say yes then?!”

“It’s for cover purpose!” you exclaimed.

“Cover purpose?! You were the one acting here, don’t make it as if it was all my fault!”

“You were the one who take me for a fool!”

“You were the one who acted as a devoted wife and tried to attack me in my house!”

“Y-You killed my people!”

“I’m not even American!”

“Oh die already!” you pointed the gun back at his head.

“Then just fucking do it already, woman! I’m waiting since just now!” Seven yelled as he threw his hands up.

Your fingers trembled as you reached the trigger but before you could pulled it. A gunshot was heard and a bullet pierced your arm.

Cursing, you pointed your gun the other way and shoot at the culprit. Taking cover with Seven’s car, you saw how it was his friend, Mary. He kept shooting your way non-stop. You growled as you threw a stun grenade towards him, making him jumped away from view.

Just as an exploding sound was heard, you ran back to your car before driving off.

“707 you’re alright?!” Vanderwood shouted as he recovered from the grenade, pulling trigger towards the car that was losing from his sight.

“Don’t shoot my wife!” Seven exclaimed.

“Your what?!”

Letting out a sigh, Seven messed up his hair further “Just get me out of here already”

[grant-spiraltf]

Beautiful Lie

Similarly as a few other writers in the community, I am part of the gift exchange organised by @thegreatstoryteller too! My gift is for my good friend @dickpickmanity, I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas guys!

Henry just got done swimming in the rooftop pool of the hotel when suddenly he heard loads of gasps. Bewildered people held their hand above their eyes to see something in the sky, tickling Henry’s curiosity. He dropped his towel and turned around, instantly being blinded by a bright light. He shielded his eyes and identified the light source as a comet that was headed his way with a very fast pace. Others realised this too and started running towards the exit, making chaos erupt and people fell. Being the good Samaritan that he was, Henry rushed to help the fallen people up and each of them started running again, thanking Henry while rushing to safety. When everyone was inside Henry quickly looked back to see if he missed anyone and to his surprise there was a pair of feet sticking out behind a wall. Not willing to leave the person behind, Henry ran towards the wall. He looked up during his sprint and he figured he had to be quick, but when he looked back down at his destination, the legs that he saw had vanished. When he arrived at the corner he looked around, but nobody was seen. Was he wrong?

Just as he thought that a loud crash was heard right behind him. Henry turned around to see what it could be, since the comet should still be soaring towards him, but when his sight focussed on the origin of the sound that was a few meters in front of him, he saw a glowing rock.

Before being able to process that the comet had not only already landed, but also not made a huge mess of any sort, the comet exploded and threw Henry back into a doorway. Henry’s head hit a wall and he blacked out.

Clark opens his eyes with a crushing headache and his bones aching. His eyes need a while to adjust to the daylight and he groans while standing up. What even happened? All he remembers is a bright light and then a whole lot of nothing. His biceps bulge and his pecs dance while he struggles to get up. His cock becomes uncomfortably erect and he slaps it back down. Superman doesn’t have time to masturbate. He has to save the world...

Suddenly a wave of dizziness hits him and he stumbles. A new purpose hits his conscience. Must... Find... Must... Convert... His eyes glaze over and he takes off, seeking his new target.

Ben was just walking home when he suddenly got a load of texts and notifications, all super stressed and upset, talking about some crash. Ben starts to run home to be able to look at what exactly happened. Suddenly there was a flash of red and blue and an erect Henry Cavill lifts Ben up at the collar. Henry started flying again, cold wind cutting into Ben’s face. Ben’s blood flows down into his legs and he passes out due to a lack of oxygen in his brain.

When he comes to, Ben’s sight is a little impaired by something on his head and there are ties around his legs and arms. There’s some kind of armour on his chest and legs, but he quickly realises it’s his batman costume. “Ahem...“ Ben looks up and a few inches in front of him there’s a leaking cock, attached to an entranced Henry Cavill. “Henry? Why are you in your superman costume? Why am I tied to this chair? What is this place?” Clark laughs and rubs his cock against Ben, smearing his precum over Ben’s lips. Ben tries to get away from the dick but he only helps the spreading, so within a few seconds his mouth is coated in the clear sticky substance, much to Ben’s displeasure. “WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?! Henry are you feeling okay?!” Clark slaps him against the cheek with his cock. “Who’s Henry? You’re talking to Superman, Batman. Or should I just call you Bruce Wayne? Now open up and allow me to convert you too, this foolishness has gone on way too long.” ‘What in the actual fuck is he gibbering about’ thought Ben, keeping his mouth firmly shut. There’s probably a lot of people that are trying to find him right now, so it won’t take long. Hopefully they’ll go easy on Clark, he’s probably really sick! “So it’s gonna be like that, huh?” Clark smirked. “Sure. You asked for this!” Clark effortlessly lifts Ben with one hand, evaporating the chair under him and turning the frightened Ben around. “THE FUCK?! HOW??? WHAT??” “Oh now you want to open your mouth huh? Well it’s too late now.” Clark says, pulling Ben’s trousers to his ankles and exposing his virgin asshole. Ignoring the pleas, he licks a finger and stuffs it inside. A moan erupts out of Ben’s lips, which scares him even more. It’s like the pre-cum made him gay? But that’s impossible! But then again, he’s being lifted up with a few fingers and Henry Cavill has a finger in his ass. “Are you ready Bruce? Welcome to the new era!” Clark yells while ramming his about-to-burst cock inside of Ben, the tight anus forcing a hot steaming load out of Clark. A power surge escapes out of Ben, throwing Clark’s upper body back. His cock however stays firmly inside, making him stand on his hands and feet, with Ben afloat on Clark’s cock. The power surge destroys the warehouse that they were in, pulverising the bricks. In the ruins, a spent Clark Kent lays on his back, trying to regain some strength after the intense orgasm. He suddenly sees a hand reaching out to him and grabs it. He pulls at it and stands up, tracing the hot and muscular hand to a very erect Bruce Wayne. When Clark goes in for a kiss to lick the precum off Bruce, Bruce’s eyes suddenly light up. “Suit activated. Hello Clark.” Clark smirks. His task has only just begun, but he’s glad he already got his favourite one done. “Let’s go Bruce, there’s enough work to do.”

[sky-girls]

the video streaming existing already when luna came and everyone (online) betting on lutteo to end up togetherrrr or simbar (Or all couples really lmao) au pls

Listen this is weird but it was fun af to write so I hope it’s fun af to read

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Estrella.a:Who the fuck is that girl?

Lightingfast: Idk ????

Lightingfast: Why is he even talking to her

Je_Wel: Where is Ámbar

Lizz: Omg guys chill they are talking

Lizz: He is allowed to have friends

M-aya: He is totally flirting with her

diamondgrl: Well that’s not her fault

diamondgrl: if u wanna blame someone blame him

diamondgrl: besides they are kinda cute

“Can you believe this?” Luna asks Nina, who just looks over her shoulder and sees her angrily reading vidia comments section.

“Yes, I can believe that you are very cute and talented.” Nina says and Luna smiles but rolls her eyes.

“That’s not what I meant.” Luna says. “The one below it.”

“Yes, I can believe that people ship you and Matteo.” NIna deadpans and Luna groans loudly, covering her face with a pillow. She takes a peak to the cameras, she doesn’t know how good it is that she is complaining about the vidia fans right where they can see her but she also really doesn’t care.

“He has a girlfriend.” She exclaims.

“Is that the only reason you oppose to people shipping you?” Nina asks and Luna glares at her.

“This whole thing is ridiculous.” She says. “The whole shipping thing is ridiculous and the Matteo and I would never even happen.”

“Are you sure?” Nina asks and Luna just looks at her expressionless. “Well then tell Matteo, you can do it right this second.”

Luna turns around and sees Matteo walking right towards the, his backpack thrown over one shoulder, his hair messy from the helmet, his school tie basically undone. Their eyes meet and she turns around, hoping that the cameras can’t see her blush.

“What are you doing, delivery girl?” Matteo asks and just then she realizes that Nina has fled already. She hides her phone between her thigh and the couch and sends a look to her book.

“Studying what else?” She answers, harsher than intended but this guy is bringing her problems with Ámbar and no matter what he won’t leave her alone. He could use some harshness.

“You don’t seem to have made a lot of progress.” He says sitting in front of her and she glares at him. “I can help you if you want.”

“Nina is helping me.” She says and looks to her books that were neglected a long time ago.

“And where is she?” He asks raising an eyebrow, she looks around, Nina is nowhere to be found. “Besides no matter how smart she is I bet I understand this better than she does, I can even show you some tricks.”

The tone if his voice carries a second meaning and she tries to ignore it, her heart can’t though and it’s sent racing despite her best efforts.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Luna mumbles before Pedro comes to the table, leaving two smoothies there. Luna looks at them questioningly.

“What?” Matteo asks innocently. “You looked thirsty.”

“Does your girlfriend know you are buying smoothies to other girls?” She asks him refusing to even touch that smoothie, even if it looks delicious.

“I don’t get why she should know that I buy smoothies to my friends.” Matteo says defensive. “I can do it if  I want to.”

Luna nods, because in the end he has a point, there’s nothing wrong with being nice with a friend and if she sometimes thinks that he is doing more than that it’s just because all of these people on the internet are getting to her.

“Won’t  you drink it?” He asks, his light tone coming back. “It’s strawberry, your favorite.”

She looks at him slightly surprised as the pink goes back to her cheeks.

“Strawberry is not… Strawberry is not my favorite.” She mumbles and Matteo smirks at her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Matteo says taking the straw to his lips, she tries not to look at it for too long, but she fails, his smirk grows bigger.

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Je_Wel: See??? This is why they belong together

Je_Wel:They are the best, the are fire together fireeeee

Lizz: you do realize that’s not the only thing a couple needs right??

Lizz: besides he totally winked at Luna

Estrella.a: They love each other

inScene: I doubt it

inScene: At least not anymore, not in a long while

Estrella.a: Just cuz they are having problems doesn’t mean they don’t love each other, don’t be fucking blind you are stupid if you think that

diamondgrl:omg chill it’s her opinion she can have an opinion

where.when:go to your mambar forum to spread the hate don’t come to the public chat

Je_Wel:She is not spreading hate you are rn and she is just telling the truth

M-aya:Okay but to other less dangerous topic who do you think this boy who just appeared is

runaway: I think he’s her bf

bella-bella: or at least he wants to be

bella-bella: did you see how he hugged her

flowery:he’s cute

flowery:and he is a great guitarist

diamondgrl: Luna is a great singer

diamondgrl: I hope she sings on the next open

Estrella.a: Why? Ámbar is so much better than her

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Estrella.a:See she doesn’t even have a reason

inScene: she can like Luna if she wants

when.where:she doesn’t need a reason

inScene:a lot of us do

inScene: in fact

….inScene has created a Luna fans

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Estrella.a: HE’S NOT GONNA HE’S NT GONANA

Je_Wel: HE FUCKING DID

inScene: it’s a song he is not proposing

Estrella.a: IT WAS THEIR FUCKING SONG

when.where :SHE HAD IT COMING SHE DID SO WRONG

Estrella.a: THAT WAS NOTHING COMPARED TO IT

moonLover: HOW IS CHANGING A TEST AND MAKING SOEMONE POSSIBLY FAIL AND GET KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL NOTHING COMPARED TO SINGING A SONG

blessLoVe: YEAH BESIDES CAN’T YOU SEE LUTTEO LOVES EACH OTHER ÁMBAR IS JUST STANDING IN THE MIDDLE

blessLoVe: AND SHE IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE

blessLoVe:A FUCKING GRADE A ASSHOLE

Estrella.a: SHE’S THE FUCKING QUEEN

diamondgrl: she is the girlfriend tbf

inScene: still asshole but his gf so not standing in middle

Je_Wel: YOU GUYS TRY TO ACT ALL PURE AND YET STAND CHEATING

moonLover: how is this cheating??? They haven’t even kissed or anything

Estrella.a: This was their song

M-aya:Guys chill it’s not cheating and don’t worry about it they will be fine in no time, there’s a reason why they are the queen and king of the roller ;)

Fab&Cich has uploaded a video: Mambar break up!!!!!OMG

Mambar chat: +100 messages

She is looking for Matteo, she should be listening to Simón but she is looking for Matteo, Pedro came to them with the news of the power couple break up even before the video came out and the internet exploded and she has been worrying about him since then.

He hasn’t appeared on the roller all afternoon and neither has Ámbar. In fact she hasn’t seen Ámbar since yesterday afternoon.

Luna nods at whatever Simón is saying but her eyes are glued to the door, in that exact second Matteo walks in, he looks tired and worn down but not that sad. She mumbles some weird excuse to Simón and stands up so quickly she feels a little dizzy as she walks to the lockers rooms, right behind Matteo.

She has no idea what she will say or what she will do, she knows nothing really but she only dwells on these facts after she has called Matteo’s name and his eyes are on hers. She swallows hard.

“What’s up, delivery girl?” He asks, his voice is hoarse but he doesn’t sound like he has been crying at all, she feels way too relieved.

“Are you okay?” She just asks, she is glad it doesn’t come out pitiful, it just shows how concerned she is.

“I’m fine.” He smiles softly at her. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?” She asks playing with her fingers but refusing to let the nervousness make her look down at them and avoid his eyes. “You guys were together for so long.”

“Yeah.” Matteo nods, leaning into the lockers. “But Ámbar and I…We weren’t the same anymore.”

“What do you mean?” She asks with a frown.

“I haven’t been in love with her in such a long time.” Matteo sighs. “And now I don’t know if she ever was in love with me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She hurries to say. “I’m sure she loves you and you will be back together soon.”

“Maybe she does, but being in love is not the same as loving.” He mumbles looking at her so intensely she feels like he is trying to reach her soul through her eyes. “Have you ever been in love?”

The question catches her by surprise and she can only open her mouth, trying to get any sound out of it, she doesn’t manage. She has never dated anyone and not so long ago she would have answered the question with sure and undeniable no but now she can’t manage for some reason.

“Anyway I don’t want to get back together with her.” He says once he realizes that she won’t answer. “We had our run and it was good at some point.”

Luna just nods because she has no idea what to say and his eyes never leave hers, she wants to look away but at the same time she wants to stare at them forever. She takes a deep breath, she needs to get out of here.

“Well if you ever need anyone to talk to or anything.” She tells him. “I’m here.”

“Thanks, delivery girl.” He says holding her hands for one second that’s simultaneously too long and too short at the same time. “I’ll have it in mind.”

Felicityfornow: Sometimes endings can lead to new beginings. Is it the same in love?

…Lutteo chat has been created…

diamondgrl: That was so cUTE

diamondgrl:I can’t with those two

inScene: they are so gonna kill me

moonLover: they would be perfect together

fresa-frutilla: can you imagine how ded we will be when the finally KISS

diamondgrl: do u think it will happen tho

Lizz:They are spending so much together lately

flowery: omg what if they already did ????

felicity_Now: did you see the last thing about love felicity posted ? They totally did

diamondgrl: I don’t think so tbh

inScene: yeah I think it will happen

inScene: and I think it will happen soon

inScene: but we might not even find out for a while

flowery: I hope you are wrong because I want all the details

fresa-frutilla: I just want them to be together

diamondgrl: same

moonLover:same

inScene: same

Matteo pulls her closer and she doesn’t even pull away, she lets her head rest on his shoulder, he squeezes her a little bit tighter and she smiles.

“I’m so dead I swear.” She says leaning into him, he is keeping them both standing as they walk to the  couches, but really she is so tired, they have been training for the competition for hours now and as great as it’s finally coming along she just wants to finally just lay down somewhere and never ever get up.

Matteo drops on the couch, bringing her down to it with him. She laughs.

“Can we just lay here forever?” He asks echoing her feeling but she groans.

“Probably not.” She says, hiding on his chest , at this point in life people will believe what they want to believe, no matter what they do, no matter how they act and a part of Luna is starting to accept that all those crazy shippers on vidia have a point, at least on her side. “We need to go home at some point.”

“What if I don’t want to?” He asks. “Would Tamara let me sleep here?”

“I don’t think so.” She giggles. “And we have school tomorrow.”

“Why are you only giving me bad news?” He complains. “I deserve good news.”

“Matteo I’m basically melted in you.” Luna informs him. “I don’t have strength for anything not even good news.”

“You being melted in me is  good news.” He says and she feels herself blush, she looks away and her eyes meet a camera, she looks away quickly, there’s no place where she can escape her embarrassment in this place.

“I wanna go home.” She whines, she needs her bed and a place without cameras and to be away from Matteo’s smell. The last thing is something she could totally manage to do right now but she doesn’t actually want to.

“Just give me a second and I’ll walk you home.” Matteo says and Luna sits up straight, stretching a little.

“It’s okay I still can walk alone, it’s early.” She tells him but he sits up straight too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll walk you.” He tells her. “Besides I want to talk about something with you.”

“About what?” She asks immediately but his eyes dart out to the cameras as he shakes his head. She can’t think of anything that they would mind discussing in front of the cameras right now, unless it’s too personal or a secret. “Oh, okay, what is it about tho.”

“Us.” He says simply, softly enough even she has problems hearing it.

“Us?” She asks, her head is beating fast and that smile he has giving her some ideas but she doesn’t want to hope for it. He extends his hand towards hers and she holds it as they both stand up.

“Yeah.” He says. “So we really should get going, I’ve been waiting for this for very long.”

Her heart does a summersault in her chest, her blood starts pumping faster and there’s smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She wants this to be what she thinks it is so bad and she can’t wait to find out if she’s right.

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felicity_Now: OMG DHRUFIJ

fresa-frutilla: THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A DRILL IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING PEOPLE

diamondgrl: I CAN’T BREATH

Lizz: I WANNA THANK NOT ONLY GOD BUT JESUS

inScene: omg what happened what this I miss

moonLover: THEY  FKCING KISSED

inScene: FFS I GET HOME LATE ONE FUCKING DAY AND THEY KISSED.

diamondgrl:DID SOMEONE SCREENCAP IT OR SMTH GVYCIJGD

moonLover: I GOT YA

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inScene : LOW Q AND GRAINY AND THEY ARE STILL LOVELY

flowery: do you think this is what they talked about yesterday ????

diamondgrl:totally

Lizz:omg do you think he asked her to be his gf

inScene: I fucking hope so

felicity_Now: I’m so happy guys

felicty_Now: they look so happy

inScene: I want to cry because of how beautiful these two are

inScene: How did I get so invested on their lives?

inScene:Help

diamondgrl: do u think ambar’s sad

flowery: did u see they way Simón looks at her

flowery: no way