#so funny story. when i saw this ask it got sent the very second i peeped into my inbox just to review it. I saw no notification

[sleepyjuice]

toxic!rafe will blow your phone up the second you post something on instagram that he’s ‘iffy’ about.

you posted a photo dump which consisted of some random photos of the beach, some of your friends, one of you and rafe of course, but the one that had rafe seeing red was the last slide, which was you in a bikini. he texted you several times at first, and while you were literally typing your response, he called you. your fingers were typing so fast to respond to him that you accidentally declined the call, and he did not like that. you immediately went to call him back, but another text from rafe rolled in, saying ‘fuck you don’t talk to me we’re done’ you sighed loudly, knowing damn well he was talking out of his ass right now, so you sat back and waited for the inevitable next string of texts to roll in. which they did, only seconds later.

rafe <3: do you get off on making me mad or something

rafe <3: like i’m racking my brain trying to understand why you do the things you do and that’s all i can come up with

rafe <3: and i see at least 4 guys have already liked your post like that’s crazy to me?? thought i told you to block all the guys that followed you?? of course you didn’t

rafe <3: also who even took that pic of you??? bc i know damn well it wasn’t me so who the fuck you posing for with your fucking ass and tits out? WHAT THE FUCK

rafe <3: DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIT ON DO NOT DISTURB answer me rn.

rafe <3: nah it’s cool actually i’m gonna go hit up my other gfs so you have a good night.

you rolled your eyes at that last text, deciding to fully turn your phone off. you knew he would likely try to text or call you again very soon but you didn’t want to deal with it right now. this wasn’t your first rodeo, you knew nothing you could say to him right now would calm him down, so letting him freak out on his own was the best method to his madness.

three hours had passed since you turned your phone off. you had caught up on some reading and turned on your current favorite show, but found yourself interrupted by a knock at your front door. you expected it to be rafe, but instead it was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag. you glanced around to see if rafe was lurking around, but saw nothing. when he freaked out over text and was able to reread his actions, he usually waited a bit longer to show his face as opposed to a verbal argument.

you brought the flowers inside and set them on the counter before grabbing the card attached to the side of the bouquet.

sorry we argued. you are so beautiful and i love you so much. got you a little gift and sent you some money for food and i set your appointment with your nail girl for tomorrow at 10. love you forever baby -rafe

you couldn’t help but smile just a little. the flowers were beautiful and the note was pretty sweet, so you chose to ignore the part where he said ‘we argued.’ you didn’t get a word in, but you let it slide. especially after you opened the gift bag to see the new dior bag you had been wanting.

you hurried to turn on your phone, immediately seeing a $500 apple payment from rafe as well as a new text from a few minutes ago.

rafe <3: hope you like the flowers and bag baby. love you! :)

you: i love them. thanks rafe, love you too

rafe <3: good to hear. lmk what you end up getting for dinner and i’ll pick you up tomorrow to take you to your nail apt. can’t wait to see you baby

you would order yourself dinner that was obviously way less than $500, but you would send rafe a picture and thank him again. you’d facetime him before bed and conversation flowed like nothing had even happened just hours before. he’d ask you what color nails you were getting, tell you funny stories about the old men at the country club and excitedly plan what you two were going to do the next day. the cycle seemed like it would never end, but you often forgot about the bad when he was talking so sweetly to you and all you could think about was how excited you were to see him tomorrow.

[fairymint]

Fearghas gives Felix a big hug and a kiss on the lips. @flock-keeper

....Why didn't he expect this? After all, they were getting close...hell, somebody was bound to get close to him eventually! Hugs are normal, and yet the surprise brought about a tear to his eyes. Not very focused or serious ones, however, barely there with a sniffle and embrace back. "oh my gosh hello~~~...."

[obeymematches]

I saw one of your stories and I got immediately interested by one of them, then I had an idea more like a head Canon maybe-

So you and Solomon are making a potion for class one of the brothers came into the classroom and a big explosion happened one of you and the brothers didn't brace for impact and then suddenly your future child is there I just want to see everybody's reaction or maybe what will they do in that situation (sorry it's a bit weird but yeah that's all I came up with in my head) ^^"

henlo!!! So you sent in this ask almost 3 years ago (may 20th 2021) I'm so so so sorry i didn't reply sooner, you're probably over this by now 😅 but i felt inspired to write it today so here we go 🫶

🌸Meeting your future kid with him🌸

GN MC

Okay so this time Solomon has some homework to do... sending this kiddo back without messing with the future is gonna take time. Until then you must take care of them! You are the parent afterall!!

Lucifer: 4 months old

Not gonna lie it took him the longest to realize it's YOUR baby WITH him! In his defense, babies can look a bit weird. The baby definitely has your mouth, but his eyes and hairline. He didn't see many infant in his life so this is all new! You can literally see his heart melt when the little baby smiles at him! Shares his part with pride, changes diapers, carries the baby around....just take over when the baby is fussy.

MC I can't wait to meet the baby again... I miss them already, isn't that funny?

Mammon: 3yrs old

Your toddler immediately recognized you and Mammon. You and him looked at each other with an awkward stare, his face is as red as it can be- you are definitely not ready for kids!!! The fact that around 3 years old kids looove disobeying on purpose doesn't help. Mammon gets the hang of it though, he looves his little troublemaker! They could play all day long.

I wanna see ya grow up little man- I looove being your dad!

Levi: 8yrs old

Again, the kis recognizes you and him. Right now he keeps telling you he isn't ready for kids and might never be; same as you!! So how did this happen??? Do you must have one in the future??? Thankfully with an 8yrs old you can already have a conversation, play games with, etc so by the time it's over he grows very fond of them.

MC... I think I have changed my mind- having a kid is a lot like having a small best friend!

Satan: 16yrs

Ah. Your child is as upset as any 16 yr old would be in this case, leaving you and Satan no time to think about the fact you made this person. He does his absolute best to stay calm and see things from the kid's POV, but man is it difficult when your teen keeps lying about important stuff, escapes the house as soon as you lower your guard, fights with anyone over and over who doesn't do as they want despite being so so so sensitive... it is tiring.

I wish I could see what they were like as a little kid... why did I think teens were easy?!

Asmo: 13 yrs

Okay he is very quick at recognizing his own kid; he has YOUR and HIS face memorized. Starts sobbing when he realizes what this means; you are going to be parents!! The thought of loving someone sooo much just sends him over the edge. He buys everyone matching clothes, plans so many vacations you are rarely at home, surprisingly good at answering questions your little one has. (Very comforting, builds their confidence as much as he can!!)

MC, how do I look as a parent? You still love me?

Beel: 1 yr old

Okay, it was obvious the baby is a perfect mix of you two; his eyes are definitely yours though! Beel finds this job to be super important so he spends almost all day with the baby. They play peek-a-boo, he helps your kid to learn to walk and eat with hands, carries them on his shoulder when they get tired. Honestly he doesn't want to let them go back.

MC... I think we should have at least 3 kids!"

Belphie: 6yrs

Okay, he never would've thought he'd have a kid with you; first, you are dating someone else right now and second, he doesn't really like kids. So this one's gonna be complicated. His face turns red though as he has always liked you but you made it clear he is not really your type. Co-parenting brought you much closer; you could see how calm he can stay when he wants to, and how smart he actually is especially when the 6 years old doesn't stop with their questions. How it continues after the kid is back in the future is up to you babe!

[morgan-lowell]

Karasuno in a Fitting Room

Hi. I work in a fitting room. I hate it. Don’t work in a fitting room. But lemme tell you how I think Karasuno would act in a fitting room. For sillies and funnies.

Daichi

A very polite boy!

Who has no idea what he is doing!

Someone please help him

Oh wait that’s my job…

He constantly calls for help

“Do you have this in a bigger size? What other colors do you have? What's the return policy on these? Does another store have it?”

Like bro please chill out with the questions other people need help 😭😭

He’s a model customer tho

Brings out the clothes, says please and thank you, and makes very nice conversation

He would be a regular that I’d make friends with

Sugawara

Oikawa called him Mr. Refreshing and hE WAS SO RIGHT

What is it about him that makes him such a good customer?

Is it his pretty face? Is it his easygoing smile? His politeness? Or is it something innate? Why do I feel like everything will be all right with him around?

Idk what it is but he’s making my day 🤷‍♀️

He’s the type to show his outfit and ask “How does this look on me?”

Quick story, a customer once asked me what I thought of the purple pants he was planning to buy and I described them as "swanky"

I think he was intimidated by that because his response was "wow, I have never heard that word before" 😂😂 and he left the pants

Sugawara would not be intimidated by me calling his outfit swanky

Also lowkey does my job if I have to walk away or turn my back

“Oh yeah, just go right in! You can set what you don’t want on the counter.”

Suga please it’s my job you don’t have to do this

Asahi

“Hello, welcome in!” “Oh, hello!”

Very apologetic customer

“I’m sorry to disturb you but could you help me with this?”

Omg yes of course I’ll help you don’t apologize for needing help that’s what I’m here for

Actually listens when I ask him to bring his clothes out when he’s done

Lemme know if anyone is ever bothering you hun cuz I can call security to have them kicked out

Apologizes when he brings his clothes out 😭

“I’m so sorry to add more to your workload…”

Tbh you don’t have to apologize when you bring clothes back…

“…I can just put these back where I found them?”

On second thought, you’re an angel and I’ll love you forever Asahi

I wish all customers like Asahi a very pleasant evening and a pat on the head

Nishinoya

s i g h

I love you Noya, I really do

But I know for a fact that he’d be a MENACE in the fitting rooms

He’s just so loud?? For no reason????

Bro what are you yelling in the fitting room for??? There’s only a mirror and a bench in there???????

He’s like that random kid in the school hallway that screams for no reason

He doesn’t sound like he’s in distress tho?? so I don’t call security yet

Also, he sometimes shops in the kids section I KNOW HE DOES HAHAHA

No shame Noya, I shop in the kids section too

The adults section doesn't have pikachu hoodies

I bet he grabbed one too

Tbh he’d be funny enough where I can excuse his loudness

He brings his clothes out (none of it folded and no hangers) and says:

“Sorry about that, my friend sent me a pic of a dog he saw and I got excited.”

Understandable king, have a nice day

I tell my coworkers about the weird customer who was screaming about a dog and we all agree he was very relatable

Tanaka

“Hi, welcome in!” “Heya! Thanks!”

This guy looks intimidating. He probably won't bring his clothes out

He comes out dressed in nice jeans and a dark polo shirt

"Can I ask for your opinion? I'm going on a date later today and I wanna dress nicely but I don't know what I'm doing."

Oh...

Yeah of course, I'll help you out. Is it more formal or casual?

Actually a really chill and cool dude!

So respectful too

He asks for opinions on each outfit

"I need a woman's opinion. What do girls like best on a man?"

Uhh, personally I’m a huge fan of poet shirts and thigh highs but we don’t sell those

"Are you sure this looks good?" "Yes! The color really suits you."

Brings his rejected outfits to me and says:

"Thanks for all your help. I feel like a new man with these clothes!"

Man, you are so very welcome! I hope the date goes well!

Ennoshita

He is power walking for some reason??

“Hi, welcome in!” “Hellothankyou.”

Why is he talking so fast? Are you okay dude??

Leaves and tries on multiple things

Bro does not know his size so he’s gotta try everything

The more clothes he brings in, the deeper I feel my stomach sink

Until…

“Uh, I’ll just take these back where I found them. I need to get another size anyway.”

omgomgomgomg

Wait you dropped this king 👑

I don’t even care if they’re on the right hanger or not

This must be an angel sent to provide me relief from the other bozos in this store

He leaves too quickly for me to tell him to have a nice day

Kinoshita

Karasuno has very polite boys who were raised right so I have complete faith in them

Although I do draw the line of kindness somewhere

Take Kinoshita for example

He does everything right: greets me back, says thank you, brings his clothes out, and he even has a good smile

It goes downhill once he returns his clothes

Cuz he’s trying to be helpful by folding the clothes at my counter but…

He’s not doing it right 😬😬

K-Kinoshita please, I appreciate what you’re doing but you’re doing it wrong and I’m just gonna have to redo it and it’s a little embarrassing to watch please just stop

“Um, thank you, have a good one!”

My smile says I’m dying inside

Narita

“Hello, welcome in!” *nods as a greeting*

Quiet and respectful. I like him already

He’s not gonna try on a lot, just what he needs

In and out in no time

“Thank you, have a good one!”

I wish more people were like Narita

Kageyama

Ummmm he’s okay, comes off a little rude

Just waltzes right in without greeting

“Hi, welcome in!” “…”

Ok buddy

He's just very focused lol

He's a quick changer, love that about him

Oof wait I can see him competing with Hinata to see who changes faster

UGH THATD BE THE WORST

They would leave a huge mess and make so much noise

I might call security on them lol

They’re the teenagers in Target everyone warns you about

Anyway, back to Kageyama

He’s a polite lad so he brings the clothes out but they’re either on the wrong hanger or just bunched up in his hands

I’ll take it. Great effort Kageyama! 👍

Hinata

✨THE PERFECT CUSTOMER✨

he’s so nice and friendly, I would love for Hinata to visit my fitting room

“Hi, welcome in!” “Hello! Thank you!”

He’d make easy conversation, workers love him instantly

Such a nice smile!!!

And so polite!!!!!!

Truly an anomaly in this store

He’s really quick with changing too, he wastes no time

My carrot top son, I love him so much

He probably knows his exact size and everything

Also shops in the kids section LOL

Unproblematic, friendly, AND HE BRINGS THE CLOTHES OUT WHEN HES DONE

“I’m sorry. I tried to hang them myself but I had no idea how.”

Baby it is okay, your effort is appreciated please know that I love you

I only tell the customers I like to have a nice day and Hinata would get one every time

“Thank you! Have a nice day!” “Thank you, you too!”

Tsukishima

I feel like Tsukishima is self-aware enough to realize his personality would not survive working retail lol

One customer would be rude and he’d clap back instantly and get fired cuz they’d complain about him

So he’s unproblematic when he’s at a store

Asshole to everyone but customer service workers

Treat others how you want to be treated kinda guy

Probably hates trying on clothes cuz he never finds anything that fits

At least he’s respectful

“Thank you, have a nice day!” “Thank you.”

Yamaguchi

“Hello, welcome in!” “Oh, um, thank you.”

Nice and good boi!

Also doesn’t find anything in his size but he’ll ask

I’d actually do my job and help him look LOL

He probably tries to go outside his comfort zone but he’s having a hard time

“Are you sure this looks okay?” “Of course! But how do you feel in it?”

I tend to do that a lot with customers like Yams

Wear what you feel good in!

That just a lil tip for yall 😘

He brings out all the clothes but they’re backwards lol

“Thank you. I hope you like your outfit!” “Thank you, you too!”

Oops uhhhh, I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that

Kiyoko

“Hi, welcome in!” “Hello.”

A…a natural beauty…

I can’t look at her…it’s too much….

Queen slays with every outfit she tries on

She keeps admiring the skirts and shorts but she never tries them on??

Wonder why

“Did you need help finding that skirt in another size?” “Oh… No. Thank you though.”

Despite absolutely nailing every outfit and catching the attention of just about every other patron in the store, she returns all the clothes.

“I’m sorry. Nothing seemed to suit me. Thank you for all your help.”

Wh…what???

Girl everything suited you. Whaddaya mean!?!?

I know you wanted to try that skirt on! It would look so good!!

But hey, idk her story, I just work in the fitting room

“You’re welcome. Please have a nice day!”

I wonder if she’ll every come back for that skirt…

Yachi

Another very apologetic customer

No one needs to apologize this much guys 😭

“I’m so sorry for making a mess!”

You haven’t made any kind of mess! Please calm down!

She’s also pretty quick with changing

She comes out after with all the clothes…folded and hung perfectly??? What is this witchcraft????

I bet she’s worked retail before

She holds up two different shirts and says “Um, can I ask for your opinion on these two? Which do you prefer?”

She’s very clearly a little wound up so maybe some light conversation will loosen her

“I like the one on the right…” it’s not the truth but it leads to a conversation and she starts to relax more

“Thank you so much. You’ve been very helpful!” “It’s no trouble at all. Enjoy the rest of your day!” “Thank you! You do as well!”

I think I just made a new friend :)

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies, mostly about yesterday’s post!

Anonymous asked:

Red riding hood if Jack was the wolf:

"My, grandmother what big tits you've got!"

Anon, I cackle every time I read this ask. I’m obsessed. Thank you for this image in my head 😭😭😭 DAMN, grandmother!

Anonymous asked:

Hot damn didn't know i needed jack ans diece un their new years outfit .asking out and possibly screwing till like two seconds ago.

Also did you see how gamer boy Lilia looks in his lounge wear?

I feel you, Anon. These two are sneaky as a ship, you don’t think about them until you do, and then you can’t stop… we really couldn’t resist… and these two couldn’t resist each other as well, it seems…

ALSO YES!!! He looks perfect omg I’m so glad we got his thighs and legs, and just as we thought, his pjs look so comfy and very gamer-boy-like...!

fate-muse-club-house asked:

Sam's gonna have to sanitize his whole store when Jacks is done with Deuce.

New Year event is cancelled – the venue is getting immediately sanitised and everyone is quarantined for breathing in too much sex air… horrible!

Anonymous asked:

The only thing getting done on the job there is Deuce

Yeah… instructions were unclear, Jack is working hard, but not in the right way…!

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

Jack has such big booba, but how much of that is muscle? Is it soft and squishy against Deuce's chest? Is this how he will win the boyfriend wars? (Also is he protecting Deuce's head? Like did Jack slam him against the wall for kisses but was polite enough to protect his noggin?)

This is such a good question! I think they are a little bit soft, soft enough to squish against Deuce’s chest and for Deuce to press his fingers against it, but it’s still pretty muscle-y. So mostly tough, but with a little bit of squish! Perfect for those who don’t like sleeping on softer pillows.

Awwww, Jack protecting Deuce’s head sounds cute…! But I think he just wanted to play with his soft hair… he probably doesn’t even realise what his hands are doing, he is too focused on drooling all over his mouth.

Anonymous asked:

Huh

Maybe that'll make him more decisive

Maybe~

But honestly, I feel like Deuce has this love-triangle curse when the moment he feels like he knows what choice he is going to make, the other boy suddenly comes in and makes him reconsider. I wonder what Ace is going to do to outshine Jack’s New Year Boob glory though hmmmm

characharing asked:

naturally Deuce's the bottom because his ass can flex its muscles on Jack's knot and Ace's dick, y'all. Leona's could but he doesn't have the energy to bother doing so

(this is related to some asks from yesterday)

YES, EXACTLY! Deuce has a talent not a lot of people possess!

And those who do are apparently too lazy to use it, right, Leona..?

characharing asked:

btw do you remember or saw about the reddit guy who got his peen stuck inside a m&m container and kept calling it cylinder while asking for help on reddit

which of the boys would do it, i can see Ace and maybe Deuce (is it a top or bottom thing, i think Deuce could be tricked to do it). Azul would be the funniest tho and more in denial he tried to fuck an m&m container

You know what’s funny, someone sent us an ask about that reddit post a year ago! And I can’t blame neither you nor that Anon, because when you read about a guy getting his cylinder stuck in an m&m container, the first thought you get is “alright so which one of the NRC boys” lol

And I thought I had a proper reply to that written a year ago, BUT NOPE, I just went “alright so which one of the NRC boys” and called it a day lol ALL OF THEM WOULD! In different circumstances…

Ace would definitely be my first guess, all of the freshmen in general. Poor Deuce could easily get tricked… Epel would absolutely get stuck like that too!! Jack and Sebek are a bit too big, but if Sebek got into that situation, he would definitely call it a cylinder lol

Maybe some of the 3rd years have embarrassing stories to tell from when they also were freshmen…

God, now I’m thinking about Azul doing that. Nooo, Azul, you have to stop getting into tiny dark spaces, I know it’s your thing but come on! Get your cylinder free…

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 15

Masterlist

Warning: fluff with a mix of angst, mention of treatment, mention of death

Word Count: 3.4k

Note: a lot of this story is based on my own personal experience with the disease. As I've learned chemotherapy effects everyone very differently. The type of chemo the reader is on is based on her type of cancer but the treatment plan may not be 100% accurate. I'm no doctor but I am doing as much research as I can

Tony liked to wear masks, whether it be his Iron Man or the cocky Playboy or once upon a time behind a drink. He hated showing those around him how he was truly feeling. Partly, he blamed his upbringing. With his parents never around, he learned to box away his feelings and hide them. Things were different. He had Pepper, Morgan, and a team that felt like more of a family than Howard and Maria. Now there was you, a new addition to the mix but not an unwelcome one.

For once, he felt a little out of his element. With Morgan, he was there for the girl’s first steps, and although he missed her first words, Pepper sent him a video of it. Natasha made fun of him for crying, but he saw the tears that formed in the team’s eyes when his phone got passed around. But with you. He missed all of it. So when you declared that you weren’t going to use Morgan’s bone marrow to save your life, he couldn’t pull the ‘dad’ card. He was only your father for 2 weeks. There was no ground for him to stand on.

He sat in the meeting room while the rest of the team pilled in. They needed to know the change in your treatment plan. He caught Yelena’s eyes, and the blonde gave him a small smile. It was hard for him to wrap his head around the fact you were seeing Yelena. With everything going on, he needed a vacation. “So,” he said once Bucky sat down next to Natasha. “Her treatment is changing.”

He wasn’t sure if he told them the correct information. The intensity of the treatment dawned on everyone. It was still a 3-week cycle. Now, you would have a double dosage twice weekly for two weeks, then a week off. When Steve asked about a possible match, Tony gave a vague answer about still looking for one, but your doctor wanted to move forward before it was too late. It was your choice on how to tell the team the truth.

Thankfully, Yelena was there to fill in the blanks to the questions he wasn’t sure how to answer. No one seemed to bat an eye when she knew so much about your treatment plan.

Finally, the team began to leave. A heaviness filled the air, suffocating. Your ability to touch the lives of these people so quickly should be studied. A slight slap to his leg startled him out of his thoughts. “Belova, what do you want?” The blonde crossed her arms.

“I want you to say what is on your mind now that your daughter is not here,” she said. “I can take your shovel talk, Stark. I have faced bigger threats than you.” The man let out a dry laugh. It was funny, and she wasn’t wrong either. He knew only a fraction of the horrors Yelena and Natasha were subjected to. There was a lot he wanted to say - a conversation between the person dating his daughter that he thought he had more time to prepare for. Hell, Morgan was only 4.

But was it right for him to have a say in who you spent your time with? And this wasn’t someone random. This was Yelena, someone he knew long before you. He saw her grow into the person she is now.

“Why her?” he finally asked. “You could have anyone in the world, but you chose her after knowing her for less than a month.” Being an Avenger came with status and power. He knew it better than anyone. Tony watched Yelena’s face soften, and she let out a sigh. She sat in front of him.

“Before Natalia and I were taken to the Red Room, our mother told us to not let them take out hearts,” she played with a ring on her finger that had a turtle charm. It must be new since Tony had never seen it before. “I was not sure what she meant then, but now I do. Melina did not want our hearts to be darkened by the horrors we faced. It was the one thing we could control,” she sighed again. “Sometimes I question if my heart is still good but your daughter,” Yelena looked at Tony. “Her heart is still good even though the world tried to change it.”

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The sound of the elevator stopping pulled you out of sleep. You weren’t fully asleep; you were drifting between the two stages. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw Tony. Morgan was still pressed to your side in a much deeper sleep than you. “Sorry, kid, I didn’t realize you were here.” You shook your head.

“It’s fine,” you whispered. “This one was getting tired.” Pushing the blame onto Morgan was easier than admitting you were tired. If you were tired, then that meant you weren’t feeling good, and you refused to worry them. The man frowned and sat next to you. It was easy to lean against him.

“It’s okay to be tired,” he said, fixing the beanie on your head. You were wearing it less around the team, but it felt comforting to wear it. It’s okay to rest.”

“I don’t want to be tired,” you answered.

“Why?” Such a simple question caused turmoil to race through your body. If you were tired, your body was being affected by the chemo.

“Are you okay with me and Yelena?” You changed the direction of the conversation. Tony sighed, crossed his left leg over his right, and looked at the TV. The end credits of Frozen 2 were playing, but the movie was muted. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep during the film.

“I don’t think I have a say in who you sleep with,” you managed to sit up more and move Morgan so she was leaning on the armrest of the couch.

“Why would you think that?” You frowned. “Your opinion matters to me.” Tony looked at you.

“It does?” He questioned. You nodded, and you saw him smile as he looked forward again. “Then she isn’t stupid enough to hurt you. I’d kick her ass,” you chuckled and kept to yourself that Yelena believed she would win that fight. Still, his words nagged at you.

“Why did you not think your opinion wasn’t important to me?” You nudged your shoulder against him when he was quiet for too long.

“I haven’t been in your life long enough to dictate what you do with it,” he said. “If you wanted to spend your free time with Yelena, who am I to stop you.”

“Tony,” you spoke slowly.

“It’s fine,” he managed a forced smile. It reminded you of the smile from the garage. “I have some work to do,” he stood up and kissed your forehead. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You felt like you received whiplash with the change and tone in conversation.

“Tony, wait,” you said quickly, following him to the dining room table. You suddenly felt lightheaded. “Woah,” you said and grabbed onto the table.

“Hey, hey,” Tony grabbed you by the shoulders and carefully helped you sit down. “Deep breaths for me, okay? Deep breaths.” Your head fell onto his shoulder, and he rubbed his hand up and down your back. You took a few deep breaths, and your head stopped spinning. You slumped back into the chair and saw Tony kneeling before you with a smile. “Better?” You nodded.

“You may not have been there while I grew up because Jessica didn’t give you the choice,” Tony’s smile flattered. “But you are here now when I need you. Your opinion matters, you matter. So thank you.”

“No need to thank me, butterfly. You’re my daughter,” you nodded and heard Morgan call your name from the couch. “I’ll get her.” He stood up and walked over to the couch. You were too far to hear what Tony was saying, so you focused on your breathing. The world wasn’t spinning as much, but your body felt sluggish.

You heard Morgan’s feet pattering as she ran towards you. You sat up straighter when she appeared in front of you. “Daddy said you need a special Morgan hug.” You smiled.

“Yeah, I need a big hug,” she climbed onto your lap and wrapped her arms around your neck. You held her against you and looked at Tony over her shoulder.

“All better?” She asked.

“Yeah,” you closed your eyes and fought the tears threatening to take over. “All better.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦    

You loved traditions. There were so many between you and your mom. When the summer solstice came around, you would be camping to celebrate the summer kick-off. It was the best place to be, under the stars and a belly full of smores. For Christmas, you would ice skate on Christmas Eve and spend the morning at a local food shelter. Birthdays were kept small with a slice of cheesecake and one present. Those traditions died when she did. It hurts too much to continue them on your own.

Now, you were living with a new group, and they had their own set of traditions, which included the Young Avengers, as they were called, having dinner together. Since they were all horrible cooks, they decided on Chinese. Thankfully, they had soup options that wouldn’t upset your stomach. On any other day, you would offer to cook. Even when you tried to offer, it took a stern look from Yelena to keep your mouth shut. Besides, it would be unwise to stand in the kitchen when your entire body was laced with exhaustion.

It was frustrating. When your body craved sleep, but your mind and soul wanted this social interaction. Being trapped in your room while your friends were hanging out sounded dreadful. You never had FOMO. Sometimes, you need a night to recharge. Now, it was different. With this disease running rampant through your body, it was a clicking time bomb. Any moment could be your lost. So you fought through the exhaustion, ignored Yelena’s worried glances, and tried to stay in the present moment.

At first, it was easy; you laughed with your friends, told them stories about your life before them, and cuddled up against Yelena. She seemed to not care about the teasing remarks from Kate, America, or the winks MJ would send your way. All that mattered to her was that you were in her arms, but that was your downfall. Yelena was your portable heater. The heat that radiated off her soothed the ache in your body. It was bringing you closer to sleep than you would like.

You groaned and tried to shift away from Yelena. The blonde held you tighter to prevent your escape. “What’s wrong, detka?” She asked. “Am I too hot for you?” You rolled your eyes at her teasing remarks.

“No, I think you are not attractive at all,” you deadpanned and received a slight pinch to your side. “You are going to make me fall asleep.” Yelena frowned.

“Am I that boring?” You slapped her shoulder. She pretending to be hurt gave you time to move to the corner of the couch. The others were in the kitchen, cleaning up the leftover food and gathering snacks for the movie. Yelena quickly sat next to you again, offering space between you and her.

“If you are tired, get some sleep. We can do this another night.” Some of your friends in DC said you were brutally honest even when they wanted you to lie. You saw no point in lying to people that you cared about. It caused a few petty fights that lasted a few hours. You were like your mother in that aspect. She believed the truth; no matter how much it hurt, it was the best route.

You pushed some of Yelena’s hair behind her ear and kept your hand on her cheek. “I don’t know how many more nights I will have like this,” you whispered. “I want to join as many as I can.” Her green eyes softened, and she took your hand to kiss your palm.

Before she could respond, the others came back. Yelena placed her arm on the back of the couch and kissed the side of your head while you took the bowl of popcorn from MJ. You kept quiet while they discussed the movie to watch. Some random crime drama was put on and you relaxed into the couch.

While the opening credits were playing, you caught Yelena watching you. You took your eyes off the screen and looked at her. Quickly, she cupped your cheek and kissed you. She deepened the kiss and pulled away when Kate turned around to ask Yelena about the movie. She answered it perfectly as if her tongue wasn’t down your throat. “You are missing the movie,” she said.

“I am not sure how long I have, so I will never stop kissing you,” you smiled and kissed her cheek. You grabbed her arm, placed it over your shoulder, and leaned into her.

You weren’t the only one going through this, so depriving yourself of Yelena’s touch was depriving her, too. You weren’t alone. You had Yelena, Tony, Pepper, and all the Avengers. It was comforting yet terrifying.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦    

Yelena woke you up when the movie ended and returned to her room. Immediately, you fall back to sleep in the comfort of her bed and her arms around you. Suddenly, you woke up. Yelena separated herself from you. The cold air sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t bring yourself up to cuddle beside her. It would wake her up, and she looked so peaceful while she slept. Her braid was coming undone from the constant tossing and turning. The blanket was at her waist, and her arms were under the pillow. Smiling, you carefully got out of bed. “Dekta,” you froze. You were sleeping next to a Black Widow, sneaking out of bed would be impossible.

“Just getting water,” you told her. “Go back to sleep.” Sleepy green eyes looked up at you.

“Promise you’ll come back,” you almost frowned. Instead, you walked over to her side of the bed and showed her your right pinky.

“Promise,” she looked at you confused. Her brain was still clouded with sleep. Slowly, she raised her hand and linked her pinky with yours. “Can’t break a pinky promise,” you smiled. “Especially if you kiss it.” You kissed your hand. Yelena dropped her hand and rolled her eyes.

“You are such a dork,” she mumbled and closed her eyes. You waited until she fell asleep and stood up. Deciding on getting water from the common floor, it was a good chance to stretch your legs. Surprisingly, you weren’t the only one there. Natasha sat at the dining room table with her laptop and a few files. The coffee mug she had was half full. You wondered how many times she refilled it. You filled two glasses of water in the kitchen and put in an electrolyte mixture. Once it was dissolved, you walked over to the redhead and placed it next to the coffee.

“It’s water with electrolyte mix,” you told her when she looked at it curiously. “You can’t survive on just coffee.” The woman scuffed but took a sip of the water. “What are you working on?” You sat on the opposite side of the table so you didn’t accidentally see what she was working on.

“Mission reports,” she answered and drank half of the water. You hid your smile behind your glass. “Just trying to get ahead.”

“I’m surprised Bucky let you out of bed,” Natasha laughed.

“I could say the same to you,” she said, glancing at you from above the report she was reading. “Does Yelena know you are wandering the tower at night?”

You wouldn’t call it wandering, but you knew what she meant. “Yes,” you said and traced the rim of the cup. “She knows I’m getting water, which isn’t a lie.” You finished your glass. While you sat silently as Natasha worked, your mind returned to the day Yelena planned for you. It seemed impossible to find something wrong. She let you ramble about animals, refused to make you feel bad when you walked about your mom, and made you feel safe. You only wanted to plan something that made her feel seen, too. Natasha seemed like the perfect person to ask. “I would say,” you spoke slowly. “You know Yelena pretty well.” The older Black Widow blinked at you and closed her laptop.

“I would hope so. She is my sister,” you rolled your eyes with a huff and leaned back in the chair. “What is on your mind?”

“I want to take her on a date before I start feeling unwell, but I’m not sure what to do,” you explained. So I want to ask the person who knows her the best.” You watched Natasha organize her workspace, carefully closing the files and making sure that the papers were inside and protected, then piled them on top of her laptop.

“Listen, I get that you are Stark’s kid, but that doesn’t protect you from me. Understand?” You nodded and kept your mouth shut. You knew she had more to say. “Yelena leaves her heart on her sleeve. It took a long time for her to trust people with it, and that trust was almost broken.” You figured she was talking to Yelena’s ex, the one who told her that her love language was something to be ashamed of. You wanted to ask more, but Natasha continued, “I see how you look at her. Your heart is good. She likes animals and dogs mostly. She has an American Akita with our parents back in Russia.”

“Thank you,” she nodded, stood up with her laptop under her arm, and grabbed her glass. You heard her cleaning the glasses. “Nat,” you followed her to the kitchen, and she took the glass from you to clean. “I like her a lot, and I will do everything in my power not to break her heart.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes at you and scanned you up and down. “Even though you refuse treatment, that could keep you here with her.” The air was sucked out of your lungs. It felt like she injected ice into your veins. Frozen to your spot, all you could do was stare at her.

“It’s so much more complicated than that,” you whispered. She gave you a soft smile.

“I get it,” she said, placing her hand on yours. Carefully, Natasha intertwined her fingers with yours. “I probably get it more than anyone.” You frowned, unsure of what she meant. “Just be with her for as long as you can. That’s all I ask.”

With Natasha’s words echoing, you walked back to Yelena’s room. The blonde woke up as soon as you got close to the bed. “Sorry,” you said as you climbed in next to her. Without saying anything, she pulled you close to her chest. Your head fell against her shoulder, and her heartbeat mixed with yours. It felt impossible to separate the two.

“Are you okay?” She mumbled. You nodded and burrowed your head into her shoulder.

“Can I put my hand under your shirt?” Her voice was soft when she said, ‘Yes’. You put your hand underneath her shirt and felt her breath hitch when she placed your hand over her heart. A shiver went down her body, you knew your hand was cold compared to her natural body temperature. “I used to do this with my mom,” you told her. When you were younger, you would place your hand above her shirt. “Her heartbeat always calmed me down.” Yelena used her free hand to pull your head out of her shoulders. You were looking up at her.

“Is there a reason you need to calm down?” She asked. You shook your head.

“No,” you whispered. “It’s just a nice reminder that you are here.” Yelena smiled. It was supposed to comfort you, but it broke your heart.

“I am here. I am not going anywhere.” She kissed you softly. Your body slumped against hers as you lost yourself in the feeling of her lips on yours. Still, Natasha’s words ran through your mind. You were the one who may leave.

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[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

do you have the rest of the movie plush collection

yep; I actually got Cori the Sonic BAB when the first movie dropped. hold on i have a video still of the shitty snapcube audio

it was actually a really funny story. I was at the mall in early March 2020. Yeah, you all know what that means– but actually, we were there a week BEFORE all the covid shit went down. You see, I knew Covid was a problem, but it hadn't hit the United States yet. This was while I was in college so I was at the mall with my older sister North and my roommate, we'll call her Kay.

The Build-a-Bear in question was actually almost out of Sonics. I saw one stashed in a lower shelf under the Pokémon and I said "I need to get that for Cori." North said, "The lines are so long though. You don't have to do that now, we can come back later" but God must have spoken to me because I was like "No. I need to get it for her NOW." We legit didn't know Covid was gonna be a thing and our college had already said they didn't plan on sending us home for it (which turned out to be a lie) so I guess it was just instinct or Godincidence or something.

So, there was a massive sale on BABs that day so there were a lot of people. It was a buy-one-get-one-half-off so I utilized that to get both Sonic and a Snubbull for myself. While in line I was frantically texting Cori asking which Snapcube Sonic line was her favorite that didnt have swear words, because I was surrounded by children. I had to call my Mom to get her to answer her texts.

In front of me was a little girl who also had a Snubbull. She was scanning the little screen to try and find the Snubbull sound to put in her new best friend. I joined her bc I was also getting a Snubbull and also I like being helpful. An employee finally came over and was like "Oh, you can only put Snubbull sounds in the Snubbull. You gotta scan the tag like this" and she did that and we hear the WORST fucking noise we've ever heard in our lives. The little girl's eyes widen and she says, "That's awful. I NEED IT." So I had to get one too.

While the little girl was getting her silly little guy stuffed, I finally got my shitty audio into the Sonic and was waiting in line for my turn. Behind me was another little girl who went up to the screen and found "Sally's Song." Kept pressing it over and over to hear the same ten seconds of audio until her Mother begged her to stop.

anyway then the next weekend we got sent home for covid and I actually got to watch the Sonic movie and fell headfirst into the Sonic fandom and now I'm here.

Tails is a slightly less funny story. We went to the mall actually right before seeing the second movie. We were desperately trying to find a good Snapcube line until we remembered seeing Tails Clones in the trailer and decided to put in "This Wall Tastes Like Dirt." Which actually turned out to be way clearer audio for some reason. Anyway what was funny was that while we were there, I saw a little girl make a BEELINE for the Sonic plushie. Like, walked into the store, ZOOMED her way over to the Sonic and yanked it from the container, immediately hugging that thing to her chest. We then saw her older brother (maybe 1-2 years older), very calmly and slowly, walk up next to her and grab himself a matching Tails.

and then I ordered Knuckles online because he was online only which meant I could not put any audio into his paw bc they record that shit over voicemail and I'm not playing a YouTube clip over voicemail that's gonna sound even more like the Spirit Box than Cori's Sonic does. If I had a choice I would've put "how the fuck did we get to egypt" but

[woneuntonzz]

competitive academic rival!eunseok x overachiever, afab!reader

“ started with a spark,¹ now we're on fire.² ” ; (1/2)

warning/s: cussing, violent thoughts

content: songfic, enemies to lovers, academic rivals, fluff, incy-wincy bit of angst, very lovey-dovey i'm actually attached, mention of other idol names for world building !!

wc: 5.7k!!

⋆⭒°｡⋆ i feel like we've made it pretty far, now we're stargazing ☄️ ; inspired by The Neighbourhood's Stargazing 🎶

“Stupid algebra.”

Eunseok was never the type to grumble, but in this particular scenario, how could he not? 

You were getting too good at math, better than him even. You were assigned by your teacher to create two algebraic word problems by pair. You were most certainly not expecting to get paired with him.

Your school life could've been perfect if it all had remained as simple as it was, but he had to pop out of nowhere to ruin everything for you. You've been a straight A student ever since stepping foot on a school, unfortunately for you, so was he. 

A second year transfer from the pits of hell.

“Are you trying to say he's hot?”

“Ew, no. Why'd you even ask something that stupid.”

Your friend shrugs at you. “Cause hell is hot?”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” 

A stone-faced egomaniac, just as much as you were a people pleaser that strived off of sarcasm. 

If you thought he was jerk-of-the-year, he thought you're pathetic, and for that reason he paid you special attention. He saw you as this pretentious overachiever that got everyone's approval for a reason he could not understand, either way he refused to understand.

But now you had him caged, tied down, crawling in the dark because of a math problem that you created. It was humiliating for him, but even more so redeeming and amusing for you. 

“Is this a trick question? you sure you're not trying to make a fool out of me?” you scoffed at the frustration being hinted in his tone and his mouth moved fast, apparently not as fast as his brain should've been.

“Uh, yeah. I don't like wasting my time —just admit you can't solve it, geez.” the sound of his pencil hitting his desk followed right after you. “Are you mad at me?”

You looked at his face. Not an ounce of expression could be seen from it. This would be the pinnacle of your hatred, how he's just so good at hiding how annoyed he truly was that you could outsmart him, outperform him in oral recitations, that both teachers and students seemed to be so fond of you. 

You avert your gaze from him. “What an interesting story it would be, Y/n staring at me.”

Halfway from lowering your head to recheck your equations, your head would snap back at him. 

“Don't get too cocky now, the numbers and variables won't solve themselves.” you went back to your paper, expecting to hear not another breath from him.

“So you were staring?” 

You held yourself back from cursing right at his face, pulling on the ends of your skirt as you readjust your position. “No, I believe being a smartass would have granted you the ability to conclude that I simply just refuse to acknowledge your bold assumption.”

You heard him scoff. It was such an excruciating sound, like nails against a chalkboard. He wouldn't speak again for another ten minutes, and when he did, he had already snatched your notebook from you.

“Being respectful and asking isn't in your list of attributes?” you retort, but he remained unbothered, flicking through your notebook and dismissing your foreboding stare. 

You watched as his eyes scanned through your notes. 

“Hmm…” his menacing hum sent shivers down your spine. “No wonder why.” he scoffed again, throwing your notebook into your hands with forgiving force. 

He had a smug look on his face that you wanted to wipe off with such pressure that could erase his entire existence.

“You missed a step, miss know-it-all. Try harder next time.” 

Your notebook hit the top of his head, exerting all the strength you had left in you. The impact was so loud and potent that he could no longer speak —is what could've happened if you weren't so patient. You're not a child after all, so admitting to your mistakes came easier unlike then. These hostile thoughts would only arise because of how tenacious he could be. 

He was right, you missed a step and he saved your project. You would never be in the mood to be thankful, you still wished he could get one of his feet bitten off and not show up in class again. You doubt he was the same with everyone, well, sure, he kept displaying impassiveness towards everyone, but you'd prefer if he'd stay that way and not contest you in anything and everything. 

You wished your misery would end at that, but he'd go on about it everyday. It was definitely on purpose, purposely letting you answer first when both of you had your hands raised, and then answering after, giving a much more impactful stand and if it was a bad day, he'd go on to correct you one way or another and oppose your opinions. You've learned to wait for him to finish answering before you raised your own hand. He picked up on it quickly, you should've known, so he'd go all out when answering, not leaving a single detail out for anyone else, especially you.

Both of you were never certain just how much of an effect you had on each other, but it was there and very undeniably so. Your classmates could see it, your teachers were no exception —your teacher's and other school officials being the few he'd spare his enthusiasm. 

Nobody knew just how far the two of you would go, but it wouldn't take long until he'd finally pushed your buttons down in place. 

“With all due respect Ma'am, Mr. Song and I aren't even friends. I don't think it would make sense for us to copy off of each other's work.” a frown fell upon your face, bracing yourself for whatever Eunseok had to say after shaking his head.

“Ma'am, you must know by now that I would never even attempt such a thing… Miss Y/s/n however…” with slightly knitted brows, the grip of your clasped hands became tighter. “I mean, where's her fair share of well written essays anyways?”

Utter disbelief washed over you. You had a lot to say, a lot of daggers to throw at his chest. 

“Miss Y/s/n, got anything to say for yourself?” It took you about eight seconds to have enough courage to look your English teacher right in the eyes.

“I stand by what I said. I did not copy off of anyone.” 

At the end of the day, you'd walk out of the teachers' faculty room in tears. However, you'd never let anyone catch you in that state of vulnerability and you'd be out of their sight by the time you broke down.

“Y/n!” it was that stupid voice of his again, now it called for you. 

Wiping your tears away, you weakly seek for the cockiness that he'd proudly carry around you. But there was none —he had nothing on him that you could see through your watered eyes.

“Y/n, can we please talk?” the way he grabbed your wrist made your cringe, immediately pulling away before he could even get ahold of you.

“Oh, you wanna talk now? Why didn't you tell her? Why didn't you say that the essay you were holding was not yours?” you tried your best to hold your composure, but halfway into it, your voice cracked and your tears continued to flow.

“Yes, I knew it wasn't mine, but how would I know that it wasn't you who copied whoever wrote that—”

“Are you that fucking shallow? you've been making my life fucking miserable just cause I could do some things a little better than you —you had no reason to hate me —why do you hate me?”

Why did I hate you again? —he searched within the crevices of his mind, “Why wouldn't I when everyone else loves you—”

“Everyone? you know nothing, don't pretend you don't hear others spreading rumors about me.” —the thing is, he never heard them. 

He never cared about everyone else, in his world, he had only one nemesis —you, the only one he thought was worth his thoughts, and his precious time.

“I didn't copy, and whoever did that can—” you had to stop yourself from spewing out anything from your jumbled mind. “Get off my back, fuckface.”

He watched as your feet almost stumble on nothing as you rushed out of the school building. The paper he held whilst he humiliated you in front of your teacher was not his. He went back to the faculty room to ask his teacher why he was called in when the paper had no name or class number written on it at all. 

“The writing is excellent, I couldn't really think of anyone else capable of this. While Miss Y/s/n does have a lot of potential, the sudden shift of word choice and the incredible transitions between the points were flawless.” Eunseok's eyes grew a little wider.

“But it really isn't mine. I haven't submitted anything yet, I was facilitating an org program all week.” 

“Is that so?” the teacher held her chin as she hummed. “Well, we owe Miss Y/s/n an apology, don't we?”

Eunseok nods hesitantly, answering the teacher only in his mind —Only mine, my apology.

“We just have to figure out who submitted that nameless paper.” 

“I'm on it.” Eunseok had only mindlessly gotten himself into something he knew he didn't have a knack for.

While he was familiar with the faces he often saw around school, he'd never really waste his time on familiarizing himself with the attitudes, the eyes and the voices. He has friends, but they were all in his org, with the same motivations and skill level as him.

The next couple of days, he'd observe, but would fail to be inconspicuous. 

You ignored the eyes that lingered at your direction, you thought he was sick for even daring to look anywhere near you. 

He was trying to see who stuck around you, especially when you were at your most useful. 

He was lucky when three days later you were assigned to conduct a trio experiment project on microbiology. The one that seemed to be your best friend was pulled into another group, while two other girls who he'd never seen you hang around with as often would pull you to them.

“You're ours!” The pitchy exclamation from one of the girls inflicted pain to Eunseok's ears.

He fanned his apprehension away to the people who dared to approach him and slowly made his way to you, walking closely behind you as you exited the classroom after briefly greeting your groupmates. 

You could feel his lanky figure following you, but you were persistent. 

“Y/n.” his conceit would shatter when you continued to walk as if he was just a lone spirit cursed to follow you. 

When you were near the library, he swiftly got in front of you, blocking the door. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your feet around to go back, to where? —you didn't have anywhere else to be. 

“Where are you going?” His question halted your steps. 

You finally faced him, mimicking his stoicism. You didn't answer, he didn't deserve an answer. 

“There'll be one duo for the project since there's forty-two of us.” you just stood there and waited for him to speak again. A scoff almost broke out of you when you watched the movement on his throat as he gulped in search of his next words. “Be with me.”

He picked the wrong words and it shuddered your core, he saw it, looking into your eyes as he added with haste, “Be my partner for the project.”

His heart sinks, seeing your eyebrows nearly touch each other. “Did you seriously think I'd even consider it?”

You shook your head, moving towards the door behind him making him move aside warily. You were sane enough to not slam the door at him, and after all you were entering a library. Shh —at that point you had no idea if the librarian had shushed you or if it was just the voices in your head. I hate him, he's just another jerk.

All he had to say was he had already talked with the teacher, and that he's helping —or offered doing all the work himself in finding the culprit responsible for your misfortune. The affliction could've easily been avoided, he was only now starting to realize how much of an asshole he was three days ago. 

Everyone loved you —loved was in the past, people would prove to be ever-changing. 

“I'm really not surprised she plagiarized, she's such a try-hard.” it was meant to be a whisper, but Eunseok could hear it, finally.

“I know right? is it that hard to admit that Eunseok is better—”

“Shh! he's right there!” 

He'd only subtly shake his head at their lax attempts to keep quiet, it seemed as if they wanted him to hear. He felt small under their disparaging mouths. They were all way below him, but somehow they've evoked his frailty with running gossips. 

The cluster of students would flinch at the loud sound of his chair's feet grinding against the floor as he stood. 

Without facing them, he spoke, “She didn't plagiarize anything, she's better than all of you, better than…” his eyes shifted from ahead of him to the floor beneath him. “...me.”

And he could only say so because you weren't there to defend yourself, even then, you wouldn't have the strength to speak up against them.

He'd run into you on his way out of the classroom, and he would stand there and stare into the empty hallway as you walked past him with your headphones on and textbooks in hand. 

He hoped you would see it —he had left you a note under your desk. Be my partner (please?) ;It had a drawing of keroppi, you grew to despise that character. You'd always see it doodled around his notes, and that time you were in the same group for a mosaic project where he had sketched the frog in pencil on multiple spots of your worksheet.

“Keroppi is cute, you should accept his offer.” you almost gagged at your friend —Yunjin's suggestion.

“No, after what he did? Why should I?” Yunjin shrugged at you.

“Maybe he has something to say, maybe he might even apologize.” you avert your eyes from your laptop, giving yourself a second, and more to think.

Apologize? him? with that inflated ego of his he might as well just tell everyone I plagiarized his work. —you vigorously shook your head. “He wouldn't.”

Scrolling through an article in your laptop, your eyes glided over an ad that read, Looks tough? look again., the image of Eunseok's dismay flaunted by his usually stoic face flashed in your mind. You swore you have never seen him that way before. 

He had never raised eyebrows at you or looked at you for more than ten seconds. You both held the same high regard for your time, and for as long as you've started this enclosed war with him, you've had this unspoken vow to never waste a minute of your time on each other unless it was necessary for you to accomplish your goals. 

“Well, are you really going to group up with Yuri and Ahra? they've been milking you like a cow.” you chuckled despite your friend's genuine worry.

“Well what can we do? They need us.” you watched Yunjin shake her head at your response, a bitter smile spreading across her lips. 

You had no choice. You would definitely tell your teacher if they had no contributions, but they tried.Most of the time their work would be utter garbage, but as the assigned leader for every group work and a renowned top student, you were obligated to put up with their shit and correct every mistake and redo it if it was completely useless.

It's this aspect of yours that Eunseok could never compete with, more of a reason for him to despise you. You could easily talk your way in and out of your classmates' favor, and he thought it was unfair. 

Was it your stupid smile? your gaze so sweet it could kill a man? nonetheless, it was unjustifiable. You can't just be perfect.

He knew you weren't perfect, that you still made errors. When he read the copycat of the essay you made for yourself, he could tell it was definitely yours. The copy was plagiarized word for word, technically he was reading through your very essay. There was an overlooked grammar error, you missed a word in one of the sentences of your conclusion. 

For a minute, he loathed the chuckle that escaped his mouth when he spotted that error. It was very unlike him and he noticed a few of his classmates looking at him like he was an extraterrestrial. Ridding of his immersion, he swiftly folds the paper he was reading, hiding it under his desk. 

You were so flawed, yet he hated you for being perfect. 

“Hate's a strong word.” Eunseok didn't even dare to look at Shotaro as he spoke.  

His left leg was restless, bouncing up and down continuously putting it to an abrupt stop as he replied, “Yeah. So, maybe it's not hate.”

As much as he'd like to deny, he knew he fixated on you —your best qualities— as much as he did his studies. Perhaps it was envy, but it wasn't like he tried ousting you from everyone, he would only watch from a distance whilst you connected with others, and he disconnected himself from the world, too preoccupied with the thought of you. Sure, he could never stare at you, but your image in his mind was crystal clear. So it must be jealousy. But was he really jealous of you, or the people you chose to be involved with?

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School hours have ended, the bell rang and it was soon followed by heavy chattering and some laughter. You could also hear some pained groans, must be because of piling deadlines —you thought as you walked past the rambling crowd. 

You are one amongst those who had no time to wander outside of school perimeters for trifling activities like hanging around. You had responsibilities, responsibilities that did not stray far from your academics, responsibilities that kept you busy and distracted from the sorrows of your life. 

“Y/n! hi! I was wondering…” you turned around, being met with the pretty-faced Yuri and by the look in her eyes and her disheveled cheer uniform, you already knew her purpose of approaching you. “I'm really busy with cheerleading these days, we have a big recital coming up. I was just wondering if you could help me with our oral comm project.”

Busy? busy fucking the jocks? —you hid your hostility behind a lenient smile. “Yeah, sure. Will do.”

“Thanks so much!” you yelped when she had —almost aggressively— pecked your cheek before she ran out of the school building.

Well, the help was only writing a five-page transcript accompanied with unfabricated evidence that you could only hope she'd study for her own sake. You couldn't really say no. You didn't play a major part in the student body org or the literary club, and you were still not accepted in the journalism team. There was no way you could say that you were busy too.

Taking another step, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Three quick taps, whoever it was, you felt their aggression falter in between those taps. You turn around again, thinking it might be Ahra. 

“You saw the note, right?” an exasperated sigh leaves your lips.

“The groups are finalized. Find another partner.” you spoke as you turned your back against him, your tone was a mimicry of his. 

“But…” you halt your steps. Pathetic. —you thought he sounded pathetic, and it was amusing, somehow made you want to hear whatever he had to spew.

“But I want you.” When he saw you shake your head and continue to shun him, he promptly added, “We need to talk, please.”

You were already out the door. It was like a scene in a drama, a very melancholic scene. 

For the first time in Eunseok's life, he'd feel like he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“Oh, sorry!” he kept his eyes straight ahead when Yunjin bumped into him. 

He watched you through the glass, as Yunjin ran after you with a query, “Is he asking you to be his partner again?” 

You sigh again, weakly nodding your head. You felt his gaze through the glass doors, instinctively, you looked back. He was at a great distance from you, but you could see his apologetic eyes. Still, you refused to accept them, shying away from his stare as your subconscious drives you to grab Yunjin by the wrist and pull her away with you. 

Writing an argumentative essay is nothing for you, but why can't you just say it? —he was frustrated with himself, his misguided words, his hesitancy. All he had to say was, I spoke to our teacher about your essay, we're trying to find out who did it. I'm sorry. —just as simple as that. 

He kept his eyes on his feet as he walked to the bus stop, vanity hanging low, wondering when he should try again. If he were to do so, he must do it soon. 

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You had left your study music playing as you rushed back to your classroom to grab your favorite pen. It was the best pen, the best brand that fit your handwriting. It made your writing look effortless and pretty, and you hated when you'd use another pen that makes your writing look like you missed all writing days in kindergarten. 

Before you could reach your classroom though, you were stopped by your English teacher. You almost flinched thinking she'd still have this condemn attitude towards you. 

“Hi Miss Y/s/n, i'm sure Mr. Song had already told you about, you know, the essay.” she looked expectant, but you were still clueless.

“Oh, Ma'am, I actually haven't heard anything from him.” —anything other than his constant, piteous pursuits of having you as his partner. 

“Oh, I thought he would've told you by now —well, anyways…” your teacher holds on to your forearm, moving the both of you aside, out of the way of passersby. “We're trying to find out who plagiarized your work, Mr. Song has offered to help as an apology.”

Your eyes widened by itself, shifting and blinking to the melody of your teacher's short hum. “I have three leads, two of them might've not passed their essays yet —and one is the culprit. A Joo Yuri, Choi Jiung, and Matthew.” you nod along with your teacher's words.

It's Yuri again. —you knew all too well.

“Make sure to inform Mr. Song about this too, I apologize for my inconsiderate assumptions.” she holds your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she finishes speaking.

You nod hazily, his name still blurry to your auditory canals, “Will do Ma'am.” your utterance was faint, like you were going to break down into a sob. 

Your teacher leaves you a small hug before walking away.

You clear your throat to no one, almost forgetting why you were there, where you were supposed to be. Why didn't he say anything? —was all you could think about as you made small steps to your classroom. Maintaining your pace, you went to your desk, looking and feeling for your pen, but it wasn't there when it should be. You had one knee making contact with the ground, you remained still next to your chair, unsure of where else to look. It wasn't like you constantly shifted places in the classroom, even during vacant times you were always just sitting pretty on your seat. 

You stood up after another minute, and there you saw him from the corner of your eye. He was only two seats behind you, the image was blurry in your peripheral vision, but you knew he was looking at you. You pretend to fix your uniform, fingers clumsily gliding through your shirt's collar and tugging your skirt down a bit. With a quiet sigh, you would turn your back against him again, but instead of lifting a foot and head back to the library, you just stood there. 

He hoped you had a reason for not moving as fast as you'd usually be, one that would lead you to finally accepting his offer. He was obviously oblivious to the fact that you already knew about his personal little mission, so when you rushed near his desk and said, “Wait for me by the drinking fountain near the exit.” the distinguished fire that he had in soul would form sparks. 

His hopeful eyes watched your figure hurry out of the classroom. He knew you'd ignite his flame again, and with an unspoken promise to himself —and to you, he'd grow to treat you as his equal. 

He took anxious steps to meet you later that day, he still wasn't so sure if you had called him there to slap some sense into him or not. 

He'd be a few meters away when you spot him, keeping your gaze at him as he got closer. When he finally stood in front of you, your mutual eyes would meet. It was the closest he'd seen your eyes, and it reflected his own. It was overwhelming for him, and he'd look down to the floor at his right.

“I'll be your partner.” he snaps his head back up to meet your expectant gaze. 

His eyes were the widest you've seen them, you almost wanted to laugh. You tried your best to keep the corners of your lips from rising, but he saw it. It was small and short lived, but it was something worth his own smile spreading across his face. 

However, you would never see that smile since you'd left him after two minutes, but the watchful eyes of your school saw —those who knew him for being so aloof wanted to ask him what made him that way when they had never seen him smile like that. 

“Won the lottery or something?” Shotaro had come up to him from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh? Why'd you ask?” Shotaro only shook his head at him, not minding to explain further.

Eunseok seemed to be indifferent to his own feelings as he'd never realized then just how odd he looked to everyone else, especially Shotaro —who had known him since he transferred, swore he'd never seen him make a face like that. 

“You have got to tell me what happened.” 

It was a soft urge, but Eunseok gave in so easily, words slipping off his tongue like they've been sitting there, “She said yes.”

Shotaro had to stop him for a moment, confused as to what he was referring to. Did he ask someone out? —then he remembered the little mission that Eunseok had about asking you to be his project partner. It felt like centuries for him to finally succeed, and when he did he still he thought it was all because of his own effort.

The next day however, his theory would be debunked, finding out that your English teacher had beat him to it.

“It's either Yuri, Jiung or Matthew according to Mrs. Cho.” you were clear-cut with your words, giving him a good three minutes to think of what to reply. 

You were situated in the school's microbiology lab, seated close enough for the two of you to have a comprehensive conversation as you prepared for the project.

“It should be Yuri, right?” the words that fell from his lips had caused a stagger in your movement. 

“What makes you say so?”

“She sticks around you often —during group assignments. She seems so desperate to have you around, and for what? only to make use of you?” 

Your eyes lingered at the side of his face, unbeknownst to you, he's been looking at you the whole time when you weren't looking at him. He'd slowly look back at you, a low chuckle escaping his mouth when he saw a speck of shock on your face. 

Your eyes only grew wider at the sound of his voice, it was unlike his conceited scoffs, and he did not present himself as usual, there was no arrogance in him it seemed.

“I hope you don't call her your friend. She's not. Friends don't use you, friends don't keep you around because they need you to maintain their B pluses and get a few A's.” his voice had a hint of softness in it, it made you avert your eyes from his.

“I know that. I have a friend —I have Yunjin.” you could see him nod from the corner of your eye. 

“That's good, but maybe stop saying yes to those idiotic low-lives.” as harsh as his words were, his tone contradicts them, sounding like a fresh breath of air on a summer night.

You stared at the poster at the other end of the room, a poster about culturing. You two were like pathogens, slowly growing to understand each other. 

He'd keep the image in his head. He could only see one side of your face, but it was enough for him to see your eyes softening as you zoned out, still refusing to smile wholly. 

Later that day, he walked to the teacher's faculty, straight to Mrs. Cho's desk and he bluntly states, “Joo Yuri, it's Joo Yuri who copied Y/n's essay Ma'am.”

The English teacher would tell him shortly after that she'd already figured it out since the two other leads had already passed their essays earlier that day, but she still thanked him —and reminded him to pass his own essay before the end of the week. 

He'd finally rid of the needle stuck in his mind, it was just that now, he'd find himself a different reason to stick around you. 

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Yuri and Ahra had seated themselves with you and Yunjin in the cafeteria, confused as to why they were now grouped with some other brainlet and not you. You would carry on to explain to them why as you ate your food, but Yuri would interrupt, “Isn't it unfair for you and Eunseok to be in the same group?”

And Ahra would butt in. “Tell me about it, like, share some brain cells guys.”

You and Yunjin exchanged looks with each other, and your friend would subtly shake her head.

“You know what, we could've asked Eunseok first. He's not only really smart, he's like, really cute too.” you softly bit the inside of your cheek, suppressing a scoff as you listened to Yuri babble on about your project partner.

“Yeah? Do you fancy him now?” you ask with a slight laugh.

“Well, yeah. There's no way a little touch won't break him out of his shell.”

You and Yunjin would exchange looks again, this time visibly disgusted. 

There was no way Eunseok would fall for someone like her, right? But he was just another guy, and guys are so unpredictably predictable, if that even made any sense. 

In a span of a few days, you would walk in the classroom seeing Yuri seated next to Eunseok, almost squishing herself into him. You'd meet eyes with him, and you'd immediately look away, almost rolling your eyes as you walked to your seat. 

Once you were seated, you'd hear them converse, or more accurately, here Yuri ramble as Eunseok gave her the driest replies you've ever heard.

“You should tutor me, you know. I feel like you could make me a better student. Maybe we can hang out at your place? study? or anything else you have in mind?”

“I don't do commissions and my family doesn't welcome strays.” Your back faced them so they couldn't see you holding back your laughter as you quietly sat and listened, pretending to read something in your textbook. 

The bell rang minutes later, you remained seated watching everyone else run out of the classroom to get lunch or go on about whatever they had to do before you got up yourself. When you stood up, you felt a slight nudge. It was Yuri, she held out a tiny piece of paper with what you could only make up as numbers —a phone number in Eunseok's handwriting. “I got him.” she whispers, wearing a smug smile after.

You waited for her to disappear from your sight before you shook your head. It wasn't impossible for Eunseok to not give in to her, she's pretty, she's skinny, her hair is healthy, so why not right?

When you had tidied up your space, you turned around to make your way to the door, only to be met with him. It's been more than ten seconds when he realized you were looking right into his eyes, and he'd shy away for a bit before finding your gaze again. 

“What happened to saying no to low-lives?” an innocent chuckle left your mouth as you spoke.

“Oh, that? it wasn't my number.” he smirked, glancing at the ground for a short while. “I saw it on a flyer for pest control.” 

You almost guffawed at what he said, but you maintain your composure. “That's too bad, I thought you'd consider tutoring her.” you started taking steps to the door, and he'd follow closely behind you.

“Me? tutor her?”

“Well, yeah. She's a pretty girl. You could ask every guy in this school and they'll tell you they'd hit.” 

You two were already out of the classroom, walking side-by-side as you made your way to the cafeteria. It was silent for a while, until he spoke again to reply,

“Maybe that's true, but I'd rather have you than her.” he said, almost in a laugh. 

It wasn't quite clear to you what he meant, but you assumed it was just his way of telling you that he'd prefer an intellectual over someone who's just in for play. You two would part ways once you've stepped foot in the cafeteria, giving each other one last glance before heading your separate ways. 

A playful grin greets you when you sit down next to Yunjin who says, “You seem happy today.”

“I do?” it was a genuine question, but Yunjin couldn't help but laugh at you. “What?”

“I see you got yourself a new best friend.” she would then wiggle her brows and point at Eunseok's direction with her head.

“He's not.” a smile would creep up to your lips, shaking your head at the same pace you spoke. 

“Well, you two were definitely not fighting. That has got to count for something.” you would end up quietly laughing with her. 

You couldn't tell if it was just the pity he felt for you that one fateful day at the teachers' faculty room, or if it was something in the air —perhaps something you had said to him that had led him to take a second look. Hate is a strong word, and when he'd look at you again, he knew it wasn't hate, nor resentment. Maybe it wasn't the others' favor that he yearned for —maybe it was yours.

do you want to stargaze with me?

> yes <33

> no :(( (thanks for reading!)

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Caged Hearts

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

After one too many failed and traumatic relationships you gave up giving love chances but then you met her. The one who you'd tear the walls you've built for, Melissa Schemmenti.

You're good at reading people. Their motives, true colors, and what they would do in a given situation or certain situations. Safe to say you're never wrong, except when you fell for them, and when love comes to picture, that's a whole different story.

Love blinds you. It makes you uncertain about things you are certain about. Though, you give it a chance, lots of chance, but then they break, and break, then break you even more. You decided not to give love a chance any more, "never again" you promised to yourself, but you got sent to Abbott Elementary as their new academic coordinator by the government (the last one quitting because the pay is low and the school doesn't have much budget) and you met a hot headed red head. "Schemmenti, Melissa Schemmenti" you recall her introducing herself to you and your heart bangs your ribs wanting to be let out.

"What are you doing here? You have a kid here? What's you're name?" Melissa bombarded you with question but you were too stunned to speak. "Hey kid, why are you here?" The world kid pulled you out of your trance "sorry, I was too stunned by your beauty I could not form words or sentences for a moment" you said which made her took a step back not believing what she just heard, looking around checking if its real, you saw her response and you complimented the woman beside her who you've come to know as Barbara, but not in a flirty way "You're very beautiful too, Ma'am" you said as you slightly bow your head down to her "such a gentle woman, thanks, dear" Barbara nudge Melissa with her elbow "Schemmenti, Melissa Schemmenti. Second grade teacher" she introduced herself and Barbara did too and gives you a hug out of nowhere, Janine joined in, and you cleared your throat after a few seconds making them back out. Jacob introduces himself and Gregory did as well.

Ava reached her hand out to you and say "Principal Ava Coleman. Are you too stunned by my beauty that you can't form words again?" Before you could response Janine butted in "Do you think I'm beautiful too?" You just smiled at her and nod. Melissa introduces the man who came to took the trash but you already know him so you greeted him "Hi! Mr. Johnson" "Oh hey, bye" Mr. Johnson replied and went. Ava inquire "you already knew him?" "Yes. It seemed that I went here too early, he showed me around. He's a funny guy" you said and Melissa replied "Oh yes. I have a guy for everything and he's my funny guy. He's also my plumber guy" "you have a guy for everything-- that's so cool" you said and your casual attitude change into your business attitude, you clear your throat covering your mouth with your closed fist and say "Principal Coleman, can we talk in private?" "Sure come by my office, we could do more than talk there" the principal said and you just laugh nervously "ok"

"That poor woman" Barbara commented after you're out of sight "she seem to like what's going on" Melissa replied and Barbara gave her a warning look "I didn't mean it Barbs" Melissa explained.

The moment your eyes meet hers, you felt something. When she showed you kindness, you know she'll give you a lot of trouble, so you took a deep breath and starts building a wall around her, which you willingly take down every now and then, you keep your guard up, but not even the strongest soldier can keep their guard up if someone they might "love" asks to bring them down. That word makes you hurl, makes you want to vomit, even when you just thought of it for a second, so you try very hard not to.

Your heart, mind, and guts is telling you the same thing, that she's actually a good person, that she genuinely care, but you know you have feelings for her, so maybe not. You know it's wrong to think that, but you just can't help but second guess anyone you have feelings for, especially when they're so kind.

Melissa is tough, speaks her mind. She tried to hide her softness, and you think she just needed a hug.

You flirt but you never commit. You let yourself feel something, but you quickly take a step back whenever you feel it could lead to something more.

What may be a harmless and a little mischievous flirting for you, sometimes might have lead to someone being led on.

Melissa and Barbara were at their usual table, while Janine, Gregory, and Jacob were in the table just behind the duo. Ava barges in, flipping her hair from side to side, with a gorgeous woman in tow, she's about your age, everyone thinks so. Ava and the other woman scans the room, obviously looking for someone who is not yet there.

"Who's she?" Melissa inquired, speaking everyone's mind. Ava looks at the woman "I don't remember. But she's looking for Y/N, said she's her girlfriend" Ava looked at Melissa when she said the word 'girlfriend', Melissa crosses her arms on her chest and let's out a quiet scoff only her friend could hear.

"Oh, Hi!" Janine squealed "You're so beautiful" she said with so much enthusiasm, it made Ava's eyes roll to the back of her head in annoyance. "Makes sense. You're both hot and beautiful" Jacob commented then Gregory raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement. "What's your name, dear?" Barbara asked and before the woman could answer, you open the door and walks in while your eyes are fixated on the food you were holding. Halfway in the room, you notice the silence, and you halt, you look up and look around, you narrowed your eyes, waiting for someone to tell you what's going on, you open your mouth to ask something but Melissa beat you to it "You just walk past your girlfriend" "I don't--" your reply is interrupted when someone suddenly give you a back hug, you flinched and tried to escape, but your reaction time is so slow, now your trapped.

"You're Y/N, right? I saw your pictures, you look more amazing in person" you turn to face her and push her away softly, you took a few step backwards to distance yourself from the beautiful stranger "I'm sorry but who are you?" "Don't you know your girlfriend?" You look at Melissa, confused by her question 'what girlfriend?' You think to yourself and you smirk at her understanding what's going on 'is she jealous?' You asked yourself and you scoff internally at the thought, slightly amused. "I don't have a girlfriend" you defended "I'm Jade. And we have a date" Jade said "Oh. Jade. You're the one they set me up with" you said thinking back on your silly friends "Yes, that's me. Didn't you see my picture?" She confirmed "I didn't bother to look. I thought they were bluffing.-- So, you're my date, not my girlfriend" you said and it relieves Melissa a little. "Yes and no. We'll go on a date, I'll end up in your bed, and I'll be your good little girlfriend in no time" Jade said and you just reply "Uh huh" "being your date and being your girlfriend is basically the same thing" she added, and Melissa scoffs in response, Barbara enjoying her friends reaction to the conversation, you say firmly "it is most certainly not" Melissa chuckled at your statement.

A few hours later you went to the date, after less than twenty minutes during the date you confronted the woman that you are not looking for a relationship, she understood, and you both ended up being friends.

You went in early to school and went to the teacher's lounge to make something to drink, there is only one other person in. You see Melissa drinking something, looking at something on her phone, you didn't bother her and just went to the vending machine. Melissa looks up and see you getting an energy bar from the machine, "How's your girlfriend?" Melissa teased and you tease back "I won't know if you don't tell me. How are you my baby?" You sit next to her, on her right, not wanting to sit on her best friends place looking at Melissa with puppy eyes and she just scoffs at you. "How's your good little girlfriend?" She paraphrased, it sounded like a mock. "FYI. She did not become my 'good little girlfriend' nor did she end up in my bed. And I was not looking forward to be her girlfriend, although, a beautiful woman wanting to end up in my bed sounds promising" you replied trying to convince no one, making Melissa's heart warm and swell up, she's now grinning ear to ear "Dinner. My place, just you and me"

This time the flirting got too much, you don't know how it happened, Melissa invited you to dinner. DINNER! at her house! Just the two of you. Then your vision blur and your face turn red.

"Now that's a good one" you point and nod at her "If that's a real offer I would decline, but it wasn't, so, sure. I'll play along" you added "I'm not kidding yah, kid. Let's have dinner" Melissa defended "Oh, so I'm a kid now, that's not what you were calling me earlier, baby" a smirk starts to show on your face. She just stares at you and you decline "I can't. I have a thing" Melissa's ego is bruised a little "You have a flipping thing so you can't. Okay. That's totally understandable" she said sarcastically and looks at you with a straight face "Yes. Thanks. Maybe some other time, we should invite the others as well" you declined again and she's just sitting there with an unreadable expression on her face, but you're getting the vibe that she wants to beat you up, hearing her in your head saying 'you don't know who you're messing with', you see her looking away from you "Sorry, babe. I swear I have a thing so I can't" Melissa rolled her eyes and scoffs at you "Whatever kid. Just admit that you won't have dinner with me because you truly think I'm too old for you" She looks down to hide her smirk, pretending to be sad. "What? That's not--" you were interrupted "Sure, kid. Whatever helps you sleep at night" Melissa's smirk grew wider and wider, she knew what she's doing and you have not yet catch up on it.

She's guilting you into saying yes, and with those eyes, now looking at you with so much anticipation, how could you say no 'it's just a friendly dinner and nothing more' you said to yourself but you know deep down, in your caged heart, it is something more.

"Fine. I'll have dinner with you, at your house" you finally cave in. Melissa looks up to look at you, the smirk she had, have turned into a wide grin, making you suddenly realise what she just did. "Come by my place at six" Melissa proudly said, so you try to burst her bubble "I see what you did there" but ended up kind of complimenting her, "I'll show you some more on our dinner date" Melissa said which made your eyes grow wide, not by her showing you 'more', but by her saying its a dinner date  "I don't doubt that for even a second-- so, it's  a date, huh-" you said and she shakes her head "what do you think it is?" She asked, you answer "like not a date, just something" you shrug "you're seriously so thick" she told you "oh my, thank you for the compliment. I could certainly say the same thing about you" she rolled her eyes, sick of you playing the fool, she sighed, and someone enter the room, bursting their bubbles and bringing them back to reality.

You are now in your lonesome trying clothes to wear for your date with Melissa. You applaud her for how she played you, but you can't believe how you let yourself be played and how you play along, how would you let her play you. 'Ah, shit. Here we go again' you told yourself before leaving your place.

You are now sitting infront of Melissa, eating her delicious home cooked meal.

"Why'd that beautiful woman didn't end up in your bed?" Melissa asked out of the blue "Eh, she's too young for me, and she's not my type" you answered her "too young? She's literally your age" she scoffed "exactly, too young, for me at least" you replied "What's your type, then?" You look up from your food already meeting her gaze, you almost blurted 'you' but you didn't, you describe her instead "short tempered, red head, leather wearing woman, who's great at cooking, uses her said 'old age' into making people to come have dinner with her. You know anybody like her?" She scoffs and tries to hide the red on her face that is now matching the red of her hair. After a minute of composing herself she finally answers your question "No. I don't think I do, but I know a guy who knows a guy who might" "of course you do"

You burst out laughing and the sound of your laughter warms and lights Melissa's house, she watch at the sight infront of her thinking 'I would love to get used to this' "I have something to say" she said way too loudly, the neighbors can hear, you look at her, willing and ready to listen "I'm all yours" you said with a sultry voice, Melissa sighed and thinks 'I wish' to herself.

"I've always keep people at arms length. Especially the people I find hot and am attracted to-- I flirt here and there, sometimes even date, but never something more, something real" you listen intently to every word she said, thinking to yourself 'same', you  and Melissa simultaneously took a deep breath and she continues "But you... You. When I met you, and get to really know you, somehow my walls came crashing down on me, but it didn't hurt- not even a little bit. I'm just glad. Glad that you came in to my life, glad that you took the walls down, and super glad to have asked you to have dinner with me. I'm so grateful that I get to hear your laugh and see your smile, and its because of me" the tears that have been falling from her eyes earlier, only got notice now that she's finished her speech, she brought her hands to wipe her tears and eventually cover her face "I'm sorry-" "stop" you commanded her and she followed.

You stand up from your seat and walk towards her, you hugged her. The warm of your embrace made Melissa hum in response. A couple of minutes later you break the hug and cup her cheeks, wiping some tears away using your tumb "you stole my line, you thief" you said and it made her chuckle "what do you mean? you won't know when I steal from you" you wanted to say 'I know. Cause you've stolen my heart long ago but I only notice earlier, when I saw you crying' but you didn't, instead you just say "I mean I was supposed to say that because that's exactly how I feel as well-- Everything you just said, all of it. Me too--"

You pulled each other into a kiss, your mouths working as one. Each minute the kiss starts to deepen. It gets sloppier every couple of seconds. The desperation, the passion, and the hunger, sated by each others tongue on the others' mouth.

"Why have we waited this long to do this?" Melissa asked out of breath "because we're both traumatised by our past relationships. --And we're both idiots" you replied, also out of breath and then kiss each other again.

You both pulled out of the kiss needing oxygen and when you get your fill you get back to kissing each other desperately. Hands wandering and exploring the bodies that is not their own.

You're both out of breath again "Wanna take this to my bedroom?" Melissa said panting, you nodded and she took your hand, kissing each other while walking over to the bedroom.

After making love with each other, one or two times. You're now spooning each other. "If you tell anyone about this, I know a guy who will make you regret it" she threatened you "I won't Ms. Schemmenti" you said in a slow and a grade schooler manner, teasing her "You're secret is safe with me. I won't tell anyone, that you're the little spoon" you shower her face with kisses "also, you're not very threatening in this position" you added and she scoff "Yeah, Right"

In the morning, you wake up with someone laying her head on top of your chest. You smile at the sight of red strand of hairs in front of your face. There's still some doubt and worries, but for Melissa, you don't care if she'd end up hurting you. You're only focusing in the now, not dwelling back when and then, just thankful for the present.

Her alarm rang and she wokes up, " I hate Monday mornings " she said groggily "good thing it's a Sunday morning then" you said certainly "No. It's monday" she said less groggily, you check your phone for the date and saw that it's indeed Monday, sighing in defeat you say "I better get going then" "what?" Melissa asked, now looking at you "I need to go, I need to shower and change clothes" you told her and she say "you could do that here, I'll lend you some of my clothes, we could shower together" you hummed at the thought of her last sentence "we can't, we'll be late" Melissa rolled her eyes and stands up from the bed "fine. Go take a shower first, I'll find some clothes for you to wear, and I'll cook us breakfast" "Roger that miss Schemmenti"

You ride with her on the way to school. You're both earlier than anyone as usual, or so you thought, you walk in the teacher's lounge hand in hand not noticing someone is there, Melissa kissed you and the person cleared their throat, which made Melissa jump "Shit. Barb. You scared the hell out me--" she looks at you seeing you with a grin on your face "why didn't you say anything?" "I was but I can't, your tongue was in my mouth" you replied.

"Everyone pay up" Barbara announced when everyone is in the room Melissa took her wallet out of her bag and you check your pockets "What for?" Melissa asked "Not you two" Barbara replied and it hit you, they've placed bets. You smile and nod your head.

"No, they didn't" Ava said, not wanting to pay. Barbara replied "They very much did, I saw it with my own two eyes earlier. If that is not enough proof, look at Y/N, she's literally wearing Melissa's clothes" Everyone looks at you and their eyes widened "you didn't" Jacob said to you and you just nod and grinned in response. "We very much did" Melissa confirmed.

Janine, Ava, Jacob, Gregory, and even Mr. Johnson placed their twenties on Barbara's palm. You raised your eyes at Melissa and then it hit her " You placed bets on us? Why didn't you tell me so I could join in" You just shake your head at her with a smile on your face.

[maythearo]

Hi, I saw your drawings of JamiKali Spider-Man AU, and I LOVED IT!!

How is this AU? And what do you think of JamiKali's Shipp?

OH you just reminded me to add the tag for this AU on other previous posts where I was chatting about it with ppl who sent me asks! The general tag for my blog is ".twst into the spider verse" if you want to check mine and other people's ideas on it in more detail over there!

Second question first: I'm not really into shipping im general, so idk, I don't think about JamiKali much tbh skdndwknd 🏃

And for the first question I'll take this ask as an opportunity to sum up some hcs I have for this AU 👍 but some important notes first:

I personally rather imagine this AU as a magicless/not-so-magic-central kinda world just for simplicity sake, but the rest of twst og lore pretty much remains the same.

I just talk abt scarabia here bcs they are my faves!

Since what inspired me to ramble about this AU was across the spider-verse, I do make a brief mention canon events and a bit of multiverse stuff

Also there is major character death here 🧍

Scarabia into the spider-verse, headcanons under the cut!

Earth 2506 - Kalim as the spider-man of his dimension. Can also be referred to as the desert-spider!

uhh (making up an origin story on the spot right now) considering he comes from a family of influential merchants, maybe they got a great deal to partner up with some sort of scientific corporation, to deal with the business side of their new technologies. Kalim was for the first time invited to one of the meetings, as the heir to the family business, it was about time for him to check in person how things worked on this field. In short, it did not end well. As they walked around the corporation's main labs, one spider subject went loose, and Kalim stood right under its web.

he's very fitting to be a spidey, considering his happy-go-lucky personality, he'd be the type of spider-man to mess around and have a lot of fun playing the role of a hero

(Fight goes silent)

Kalim: well! that was another easy adventure for spider ma-

(Big explosion)

Jamil is the first one to know about this secret identity of course. He covers up any potential slips, as to not reveal this secret to anyone else

One notable thing about spider-man!Kalim is that he can afford whatever hero gadgets he needs. Gotta fix his web shooters? Want a nice improvement on his hero constume? No problem. He got a fair share of contacts from people who'd easily do all of these for him. Even though it is Jamil the one who usually runs after this stuff in his place...

Canon event stuff being losing a best friend? Jamil in this universe actually becomes Venom (maybe he found a symbiote from the same lab the spider came from) and yeah they had to fight. Jamil probably snapped for the same reasons he got his overblot. And this is the part where Kalim learns that with great powers comes great responsibility...

What would happen next? Does he move on eventually after the fight? Will there be other villains for spider-man to stop? How will he keep the secret identity now that Jamil's gone? Well, these are great questions, because- (runs away)

Earth 1209 - Jamil as the spider-man of his dimension. Idk if he'd go by any other variant of a spider-man name

Now that I think about it, his own universe is probably an accidental breach from Kalim's. As in "what if Kalim didn't get bitten at the lab, and instead brought the radioactive spider back home by accident?" then when Jamil took Kalim's backpack he was the one to get bitten instead

Ace happened to be the first one to find out about Jamil's powers after an incident on a basketball game. Their dynamic is funny. It's not like Ace wants to be the "guy in the chair" but if Jamil's secret identity is ever at risk, he'd volunteer to help, no questions asked. And aside from him, Najma is the only other person who knows about this as well. The very moment spider-man made his first appearance in public she knew! She says it's a "sister instinct", or something like that. She'd even offer to help him and make him a proper hero uniform... but ONLY if he agrees to do all the house chores for her for a month.

Najma: you gotta say it first :)

Jamil: (sigh) callforbackup

Najma: what? :)

Jamil: .......callforbackup

Najma: come onn :)

Jamil: PLEASE just call for-

Najma: yeah I already called it :)

Perhaps spider-man!Jamil has a puppeteer-like skill that he can use to control a small number of people with his webs!

Leona could be a mentor type of character in this universe. Like Jamil already kinda looks up to him in canon, but this time they are a little nicer to each other loll and I only bring this up because there is no "uncle Ben" for Jamil to lose, but Leona is the closest thing he could have to one, so...... canon event. That also ties up to that spider-man story trope of the hero finding himself in the wrong place wrong time, by the side of the person they just lost, only for a third party to walk in and assume it was spider-man the one who killed them. Having people assume this masked man to have killed a person as prestigious as Leona immediately makes spider-man public enemy #1

And edit: just remembered the point abouve could be Kalim alternatively. Which would be even more tragic to think both Jamil and Kalim lose each other in their respective universes

But what do we do after that? How does Jamil redeem himself after this misunderstanding? What if he just gives up being spider-man? Well, uhhh these are also good questions.... look over there! (runs away again)

[lillywillow]

That Awkward Age

Summary: You like Robin but have a hard time expressing your feelings to her. Robin thinks you’re her type to a T.

Written for: @the-slumberparty

Words: 1408

Square Filled: N3- Writer’s Choice

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Female Reader, Reader x Eddie Munson (Platonic), Robin x Steve Harrington (Platonic)

Warnings: Second hand embarrassment and sheer awkward moments

A/N: Set in an AU where everybody lives. This is my first time writing for Stranger Things.

You weren’t exactly sure when your crush on Robin first started but you think it was about the time she started working in Scoops Ahoy. She looked so good in that uniform and when you ordered ice cream she would add in little extra things just for you. Robin was so kind to you and you weren’t sure if you were imagining it but perhaps she was even a little flirty. The only person who knew about your crush was your best friend Eddie Munson. Eddie was very supportive of you and encouraged you to go after Robin whenever you brought it up. You were scared if you did ask her out and she rejected you it would make you a complete and total social outcast but Eddie mostly told you to suck it up and just go for it. Maybe he had a point. Maybe it was finally time to put all your fears aside and just dive in head first.

…

One warm Saturday afternoon, you were enjoying your lunch when you saw Robin hanging out with Steve. Deciding to take Eddie’s advice, you formulated a plan to try and get Robin alone so you could ask her out. Unfortunately, your plans didn’t turn out nearly as smoothly as you might hope they would. As you called out her name and ran towards her, your foot found a stone, tripped you up and sent you tumbling straight into her, knocking you both down in the process. It only got worse from there. As you tried to get up, you failed to notice your hand was on her breast. You quickly withdrew it and stared at her with doe-eyed fear.

“So-ft…” you croaked out, trying to apologise for knocking her over but the thought in your head took over.

Now completely and utterly humiliated, you fled the scene with the agility of a startled cat before the red-hot flames of embarrassment could consume you. You didn’t see it but as Steve helped Robin to her feet, she watched your retreating form with an amused and dreamy smile.

…

Later that night, you and Eddie were painting each other’s nails as you recounted the tragic story of your epic fail to him.

“So, how did things go with Robin?” Eddie pried as you applied a layer of black polish to his nail.

“Could not have gone worse. You and your stupid advice,” you grumbled.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad…”

“It was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. So, help me, if a portal to the Upside Down opened up right next to us I would have gladly jumped right in…”

“Y/N, just tell me,” Eddie prompted.

You sighed and braced yourself.

“I saw her earlier today and I called out to her. Then I tripped and knocked us both over and as I was getting up, I put my hand on her boob…”

“On purpose?”

“No! Believe it or not, I’m not in the habit of feeling someone up without their consent…” you huffed.

“So, what happened?”

“I was trying to get up and when I noticed where my hand was I said… soft…”

“You, what?”

“I… I said soft. I was trying to say I was sorry but I also was thinking soft and the wrong thing came out!”

To your utter dismay, Eddie began cackling.

“It’s not funny, you jerk!” you shouted, hitting him with a pillow.

“Watch the nails!” he half-heartedly scolded while still laughing.

By now you truly wanted to just vanish off the face of the Earth.

“Look, Y/N,” Eddie began as his laughs died down. “If Robin is half the girl Steve says she is, she probably thought you were charming…”

That’s when a horrifying thought occurred to you.

“Steve… he saw the whole thing! What if he heard me?!”

Eddie did his best to try and console you while you continued to freak out.

…

Meanwhile, Robin was in a dilemma of her own. Steve was organising the returned videos while Robin paced the floor. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that moment.

“What should I do, Steve? She’s so cute and I really want to ask her out,” Robin lamented.

“So, ask her out,” Steve shrugged, placing a video case back into its proper section.

“But what if she’s not into girls? I’d become a social pariah in a heartbeat…”

“I still say go for it. Y/N is clearly into you,” Steve advised.

“What?! N-no she’s not…”

“Yeah, she is. Look, I have some experience in this field and believe me, I know when chicks are digging,” Steve began, ignoring the look of scepticism on Robin’s face.

“First, she gets all flustered around you. Y/N gets all tongue tied around you,” Steve began.

“I’m sure she’s just shy,” Robin tried to reason.

“Right… just shy… only around you and nobody else…”

Robin thought back on all the times she saw you and how you would start looking away, tripping over your words and fiddling with your clothes in comparison, you didn’t do all those things when you were talking to another person.

“Two, she’ll make up any excuse to come to see you. Remember how often she used to come into Scoops Ahoy?” Steve continued, counting the dot points off on his fingers.

“Maybe she just likes ice cream…”

“Nobody likes ice cream that much,” Steve countered. “Three, she’ll do little things to know she’s thinking of you. Like last week during our shift when she brought in those cookies for you.”

“She was just being nice to a friend…”

“Nice to a friend would be if she shared them with both of us. Instead, she insisted they were for you and only you… Oh! And they were heart shaped…”

Steve’s words were beginning to break through to Robin.

“And I think we can both agree that the little incident you shared this afternoon, her hand stayed a little longer than it to…”

“Steve!”

Robin’s face turned bright red. She was so mad at him right now… but… he was also making sense. Could Steve really be correct in assuming you were into her? She would have to ask the next time she saw you.

…

You had successfully avoided Robin all weekend and most of school during Monday. It wasn’t until you were hiding in the library during lunch that she managed to corner you. When she called your name, you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” she smiled.

“H-hi, Robin. Listen, I’m really sorry about the other day about knocking you over and then I did that and said what I said. I didn’t mean to say soft; I really was trying to say sorry, but it was really soft, not that I think about- oh, God, stop talking!” you rambled.

Robin giggled softly making heat rise to your face.

“I’ll just be going now,” you muttered, turning away.

Before you moved away, Robin grabbed your face and kissed you. She pulled away after a moment and the pair of you couldn’t stop grinning.

“You kissed me,” you stated.

“Yeah… I… I’ve liked you for a long time now, Y/N, and I didn’t know if you liked me and I was really scared if I asked you out and you didn’t like girls I would be ostracised,” she babbled.

“I felt the same way,” you confessed.

“So… what now?” she asked.

“How about dinner Friday? We can make it an official date,” you suggested.

“Sounds perfect… See you after school?”

“See you then,” you confirmed.

Robin gave you a quick peck on the lips and headed off. As you walked out of the library, you couldn’t stop grinning. You knew that when you told Eddie about it later, he’d tease you a little but he’d be thrilled for you. Who knew making a fool of yourself in front of your crush would turn out so well?

[digi-log-conversation]

Were you the person in the secret annex online rip?

For obvious reasons I don't want to be drawing attention to this video, so I will not be tagging this post with my usual tags for Q&A stuff, but it turns out I do have a lot to say.

Content warning for nazi stuff.

Yes, this was me! Let me tell you the full story of how this rip came to be:

At the time, backroom was trying to think of what to do for 4/20 the second time around, since we already celebrated weed the first time. 2017 was kind of the height of SiIva backroom considering "edgy" humour really really funny so it was quickly decided that we would be celebrating Adolf Hitler's birthday. The twist, however, was that only a small number of rips uploaded would be relevant at all, and that they would all be implicit references. AKA, you wouldn't think that these rips are connected to Hitler if not for the fact that they were all uploaded on his birthday. The only exception to this was to be the planned finale rip, a character-dedicated Snow halation rip featuring the tyrannical dictator himself. This ended up going up on Flustered Fernando, I believe, under the title "Mein Theme - World War II".

On the day itself, I happened to be on my way home from school, and we had some balloons there, I think leftover from someone's birthday the day before. It was then that I got the idea to make this video, since the Anne Frank house was pretty easy to reach. After checking whether there was some possible viable metadata I could upload it under, I wrote "HBD 4/20" on the balloon, walked next to the Anne Frank house and put it down on the ground, filming all of it. When I got home I quickly edited it all together and posted the video.

At the time, I don't think I was very worried about the way this video would be seen. I considered it to be pretty tame even for an offensive joke, because noone had even seen it happen. Nobody but me would know what was on that balloon or what it even meant, and I didn't take it very seriously, because in my eyes it wasn't.

But when it's uploaded to a YouTube channel with (at the time) 156 thousand subscribers, it sends a different message. A message saying "yes, we're okay with celebrating someone who represents the murder of 6 million jews," and "we're willing to take our jokes offline," which is a VERY dangerous message to send. I consider us lucky the video mostly went under the radar and didn't attract the kind of people who would be down with that to our community.

And that's where the video stayed for the next 3 years; under the radar. After I stopped caring about impressing my "edgy" friends, I wasn't very happy about the video staying up, but I didn't exactly want to draw attention to it by taking it down. A bit unreasonable, I really should have just taken it down at that point, even if that meant it would have turned into one of those notorious SiIva lost media cases. Anyway, I removed the video in 2020, and that's the end of the story.

While the contents of the video may have been fairly tame, only depicting minor criminal activity (at least, I don't think littering counts as a hate crime??), it was a lot more about the message it sent than the events it depicted, and I'm happy it's gone. I've been speaking pretty objectively and retrospectively about it up until now, but I feel it would be remiss of me not to say how I feel about it now: I'm sorry to anyone who saw this video, recognized the message it was sending, and felt any degree of uncomfortable. If this video or any of the culture surrounding it put you off SiIvaGunner or made you feel like you wouldn't belong in the community around the channel, I'm really sorry. I hope you'll give it a second chance. If you saw this video and wish SiIva would go back to its former "edgy" glory, kindly fuck off.

Lastly, a few closing remarks. You may be wondering why I even bothered answering this ask instead of just ignoring it and letting the video rest in obscurity. Well, I don't like shying away from or hiding parts of my past. I much prefer to acknowledge that it happened, what I learned from it and how I improved. However, please don't take this as an invitation to highlight this as one of my contributions on the SiIvaGunner Wiki. I'd rather not see my name in the little infobox on the article, so I guess consider the video disowned.

[iblameashley]

Switching it up now. Some Ghost / 141 x Civilian.

Still gay AF though

SFW, I suppose.

Civilian | Male | Gay

Its not very funny. Im not very funny. I just thought it was cute.

(AU | Private Investigators)

Alex got hired at the 141 PI office six months ago. He basically acted as the secretary; answering calls and emails, filing reports, booking appointments and generally keeping the place up in running. He had quickly learned that coffee was a sin against nature at the office, and learned to make a mean Tea if necessary.

Laswell and Price ran the place, and were pretty chill overall. Under them was a man that went by 'Ghost' who spoke all of 6 words a day. People avoided him like the plague, when possible. Then there was Soap, Gaz below him. Finally Alejandro, Rodolfo, Nikolai, Farrah and Alex below them.

Unbeknownst to both Alex and Ghost... was the whole office was watching Ghost fail miserably at flirting, and enjoying every second of it. They had an internal group email to gossip about it.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell Ghost just came in to ask who the 'short little twat' at the desk was. Apparently Alex wouldnt let him in until he swiped his badge. Man is PISSED. I told him that 'twat' was doing his job. He left bitching about needing badges being a waste of time. Sent Alex a message, telling him good job.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Ghost told told Alex to "fuck off back to where-ever-the-fuck he flew in from" because Alex told him his report was incomplete and refused to file it. Ghost told him to 'do his job' and bring him a tea to the boardroom. Alex brought him a mug with cold water and tea leaves floating in it. He just said 'enjoy' and walked out. I fear for Alex's life.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap Ghost has been staring at Alex like... all day. He has barely moved from the doorway between the office and lobby. I asked him if everything was OK and he just told me to fuck off. I am currently fucking off far away from him.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz Guys, you will never believe this. I just saw Ghost in the lounge area on his laptop. You'll never guess what he was googling...

(Attachment)

From: Price Does that say 'How do you know if you're gay?'

From: Soap Poor bastard is the last one to know he's gay. Sad.

From: Laswell He has to come out on his own time, Soap!

From: Gaz Yeah, Soap. Stop being a dick.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap So remember a couple days ago when Alex said he thought he was being followed home? So we set up a cab to take him home for now?

From: Price Yes. Is he ok? Did something happen.

From: Soap Ghost bought him a taser. The lad is absolutely bewildered right now. He just handed him a taser and said "for safety"

From: Laswell Thats... kinda sweet? Dangerous, but sweet? Yes?

From: Gaz What, couldnt offer to walk Alex home personally?

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Ghost may have just given Alex a heart attack. He for sure gave him a concussion. Long story short: Alex was setting up some equipment for me. Ghost sneaked up on him and offered to help. It scared Alex so bad he bashed his head off the desk. Bleeding pretty bad. Ambulance is on its way.

From: Soap So THATS why he's moping around the lounge! Is Alex going to be OK?

From: Laswell With some counselling... we can only hope.

From: Price I spoke to Ghost about making his presence known more clearly in the future. He grunted and refused to make eye contact.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz Why is it always me who see's this shit?

(Attachment)

From: Soap Is he Googling 'how to tell someone you like them?'

From: Gaz LMAO. The first result was "tell them"

From: Gaz The laptop has been destroy. He threw it and yelled 'Tha's fuckin' shite' and stormed off. He came back to tell me to fuck off. Charming man.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell I think he's about to do it!

(Laswell shared a link) (Real-time Video of lobby)

From: Nikolai He's... just standing there. In front of the desk. Menacingly.

From: Alejandro This is a big step for him. Give him a moment.

From: Soap Alex looks terrified. Also... the swelling on his head has gone done.

From: Gaz He probably thinks he's having a stroke right now.

From: Laswell Fucking coward! He just said 'Tea?' and walked away.

From: Soap Alex looks so confused. 'does he want a tea? was he asking if I wanted a tea?' Poor lad.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price Laswell, we may need to contact a lawyer. Ghost literally just tossed a full-grown man out of the lobby. Mind you, he was harassing Alex something fierce, but still... I can see a lawsuit coming our way.

From: Farrah Yes, Ghost! Defend Alex's honour!

From: Soap Knight in shining armour.

From: Gaz Emo-Skeletor to the rescue.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Alejandro Its happening! Finally! Its been weeks!!! Ghost has been waiting at the front door for an hour. Alex asked what he was waiting for and Ghost said he's going to walk him home. Too many incidents lately or some shite. Alex said he didnt have to. Ghost refuses to take no for an answer.

From: Soap Mah MAAAAAAAAAAN. FINALLY.

From: Price Ghost; don't fuck it up.

From: Gaz Y ou watch RuPaul?

From: Price Who?

From: Gaz nvm

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz I asked Alex about the walk home. ~Super~ awkward, apparently. Ghost wouldnt stop staring at him. Said almost nothing. Gave him a shoulder punch before he left. lmao, man has no game. Alex has no idea what is happening.

From: Price Understandable.

From: Farrah Should we tell Alex?

From: Soap Nah. It would ruin our fun.

From: Alejandro But it might clear the air between them! Alex has no idea what the fuck is going on.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap Any anime fans here?

From: Price No

From: Farrah Nope

From: Alejandro No

From: Gaz Obviously.

From: Soap Ghost has Alex against a wall enemies-to-lover-confession style.

From: Soap LMAO. He told Alex he pisses him off because he makes him think 'gay things' and 'he never had those thoughts before' He is so close to making the connection.

From: Soap Alex said 'my condolences' and slid away.

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Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Laswell So, Ghost was sent home today. He refused to go to the hospital.

From: Soap WTF happened?

From: Price Ghost got a little too close to Alex again, so Alex tazed him. Tazed him until he dropped to the floor. In his defense, Ghost was looming over him.

From: Gaz LMFAO. Ah, romance.

From: Laswell Alex is not going to press charges. Ghost really... cant. These chat logs alone are evidence against him.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Price It only took 4 days, but Ghost finally apologized to Alex for scaring him. Again. Alex accepted his apology.

From: Price Apparently it only took being tazed for Ghost to act normal. He has officially asked Alex out on a date. Well... specifically he said 'I want to go to dinner with you. Do you accept?' and Alex nodded.

From: Price Tomorrow night, 7pm!

From: Gaz YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

From: Soap !!!!!!!!!

From: Farrah Nice. Bets on how long it takes to fuck it up?

From: Gaz At the door

From: Laswell Give him a chance, guys. He's doing his best as a closet gay disaster.

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Gaz The date was a week ago. Any one got any updates? Alex has said nothing about it.

From: Price Nothing

From: Laswell No word

From: Farrah We need an update!

Internal Note: To: Ghost-Busting From: Soap (Attachment)

From: Soap He took his face mask off!!!

From: Soap (Attachment)

From: Soap: He KIsesd Alex@!)

From: Laswell [saves photo] lol. Keeping this moment.

From: Gaz HE DID IT!

From: Farrah Guys. I think he knows we know.

From: Soap Well, you did clap when he walked in and said 'took you long enough'

From: Price Is that why he's paralyzed with fear? In the lounge?

From: Gaz He's blue-screened on us.

From: Alejandro Maybe we can reboot him with a better personality?

From: Price Stop! Let him be happy... or whatever hes feeling.

From: Soap Hes gonna be feeling up Alex later tonight. ;)

[mimisempai]

Soft spot

Summary

One day, Greg hears Mycroft laugh like he's never heard him laugh before, and decides he'll do anything to hear it again.

Notes

Mystrade Monday  1.0  #17 - “Stop it! It tickles!.”

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On Ao3

Rating T - 627 words

"Hahahaha!"

Greg turned a little surprised to see Mycroft laughing out loud, looking at his phone. He was amused at first and then a little touched because Mycroft didn't often laugh so openly and it gave him an almost youthful air, far from his usual persona. 

Greg had to admit he liked it. Very much.

Mycroft, realizing that Greg was watching him, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What? Those little kittens were really funny."

Greg replied quietly, "I know, since I sent you the video. But it's the first time you've had that kind of laugh with me."

Mycroft shrugged, "That's because you're rarely around when I get your messages."

Greg asked softly, "Do it again, please."

"What?"

"Laugh like that again."

Mycroft chuckled, "Come on Greg, I can't do it on command. Unless you send me something funny again."

Greg said playfully, "Well, maybe there's another way to make you laugh." He moved closer to Mycroft, a small smile on his face.

Mycroft looked at him defiantly and replied, "Detective Lestrade, I wasn't born yesterday, I know what you're up to. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not ticklish."

Greg didn't let that throw him off balance and as he moved closer to Mycroft, he whispered as he lifted his lover's shirt, "That's because I wasn't the one tickling you."

Greg ran his fingers over the classic spots, over the hips, under the arms, the soles of the feet, to no avail. Sure, Mycroft shivered, but he didn't laugh out loud, just a little chuckle here and there to taunt Greg.

This did not stop the detective from continuing his investigation. For he had a goal and nothing would distract him from it.

He had now opened Mycroft's shirt completely and planted light kisses on his flat stomach, then moved up to his chest before burying his face in the hollow of Mycroft's neck and nibbling lightly. Mycroft couldn't hold back a small gasp and Greg straightened up, studying his lover's face before saying, "Oh, I think I'm onto something here."

He buried his face in the hollow of Mycroft's neck back, this time licking the skin before blowing on it. 

He felt Mycroft tremble slightly beneath him and, looking up at his face, saw him biting his lips as if to keep from laughing. Seeing the look on Greg's face, Mycroft shook his head, but his lover dipped his head back into the hollow of Mycroft's neck and it only took a few seconds for Greg to hear that beautiful sound again. The liberated laughter of Mycroft.

At that moment, nothing could stop Greg from continuing. After some time of this treatment, Mycroft said between two gasps, "Stop it! It tickles! I recognize it! It tickles!"

Greg, not wanting to torture his lover any further, complied and stopped immediately.

Once he had caught his breath, Mycroft gave him a fake scolding look and asked him, "Are you happy with yourself now? You've proved I'm ticklish."

Greg, looking proud of himself, replied, "Of course.  I found a sensitive area on Mycroft Holmes, of course I'm happy."

Mycroft grabbed his hips and pulled him closer until Greg was straddling him. Then he pressed his hips against Greg's in an absolutely unmistakable manner and said challengingly, "I've got another sensitive area here, Detective, what are you going to do?"

Greg slid down Mycroft's legs and when he was on his knees in front of him, he placed his hands on the waistband of Mycroft's pants and replied in the same tone, "Don't let it get lost and take care of it."

Mycroft could not hold back another laugh, to Greg's delight, and then the laughter turned to sighs and moans, this time to the delight of both men.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist here

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Trying to help offset some of the spoilers on here by sharing some theories (bc the spoiler was THE FIRST THING I saw when it got on here )

--crowley and aziraphale won't offer to help the lesbian couple across the street (I'm horrible w names don't come at me), but the lesbian couple will go to THEM for advice. And they'll just go with it bc how do you explain "oh yeah that's just my old pal crowley, yeah we've been buds since the literal beginning of time. We recently saved the world by rebelling against heaven and hell respectively." THATS STILL ROMANTIC

--I want the angels to come meet "aziraphales assistant" while investigating and talk to him face to face and then be like "nahh that's not gabriel"

--Bet you anything after aziraphale stopped the apocalypse Gabriel rebelled so hard he lost his memory. In my head that means he got so worked up that he fucking passed out and fell from heaven. That's why heavens like 'where this b go???" And also a fugitive apparently.

--also did we all just collectively forget Agnes nutters second edition ??? I mean I wanna KNOW what's in that. I know anathema prolly burned it but I mean don't you think Agnes would KNOW anathema would burn it ??? Agnes seems like the type of lady to have a back up so I hope that turns up.

--Also who is Gabriel's "one particular person??" There's only one person it could be right ?? RIGHT ???

--it would be soo funny if aziraphale asks who Gabriel is talking about and bc off memory loss he doesn't remember and he looks over to crowley the way starlord does in vol 3

--I don't know why crowley is in heaven I don't even have a guess. Like maybe I would if he looked like someone else but he just looks like crowley but in white lmao. Maybe he's trying to convince heaven he's been lifted ???(I don't know what the opposite of 'falling' would be in a biblical sense)

--maybe we'll see the mailman from s1 again I just wanna make sure him and maude are okay

--also It doesn't seem like we'll see any of the s1 cast except maybe madam Tracy? But I guess their story has already been told.

--also thought from season one, it hilarious that newt went on a witch hunt, got in a car accident, was found by some kids who took him to the witch and took one look at the witch and decided yeah I'm just gonna bag this baddie-gotta respect it

--I also had a theory from the first promo pics that came out that those lesbians from across the street TM were an angel and a demon sent to spy on aziraphale and crowley. But I don't think that now. But if it happens I totally called it.

I think that's all I got rn. It's not much or very good ones tbh just my little thoughts bc it's 3:14am and I have been chronically fatigued all day so if anything is worded weird or misspelled that's my excuse. Also if you got theories/funny headcannons lemme hear em. Thanks buds.

Good night, good morning or anything in between yall.

[myhusbandsasemni]

Hey! I just finished To Cut Away the Mountains I've made and Fill the Dale Below on ao3 and found your Tumblr! Thank you for writing it was for much fun to read. Your descriptions are very comforting and the entire fic felt very warm.

Are there any world facts that you had in your head but never got to share?

When I tell you that this ask had me freaking out, I mean I was screeching. It means so much to me that you went to the effort of finding my Tumblr and sending me an ask! I'm so glad you liked the story!

As for facts, boi do I have a few. I filled that story up with so much lore just for the fun of it.

Obviously, it was very different from the actual Dream SMP. In this world, the goddess of Death gave Wilbur to Philza as more of a gift than a shared child, I guess you could say. When Wilbur got old enough, he took off to explore the world. That devastated Philza a little, which I think was very clear in the fic, but he let Wilbur have his freedom.

Philza did end up finding a new friend in Techno. Techno was a powerful warlord for a while, angry because his sounder was destroyed. When Philza got him out of that nether fortress where he had been trapped as a gladiator, Techno felt like he owed the Angel a life debt and then that eventually turned into just genuine friendship. Techno is very protective of the old man.

Wilbur ended up becoming the ruler of a country, and everything was fine for a while. Since he was a gift from Death, he didn't really get old and he didn't really die.

But we can't have anything nice. Dream came into the picture as a talented sorcerer who craved power. He inserted himself as a second in command to Wilbur, twisting Wilbur's mind and his rule. Dream was a sadistic dude and Wilbur started to fall to Dream's whims.

As a side note, Dream made the disks of power. Everyone that looked upon them wanted them. Dream thought it was funny watching people destroy each other over some scratched up disks. The power of the disks faded over years, which is why Quackity could keep them safely.

Philza heard about a terrible ruler who was planning on sacrificing thousands of his own people to a power hungry sorcerer and went to go deal with it. Techno entered a duel with Dream while Philza went to find this ruler. Imagine his surprise when he find's Wilbur with his finger on the 'button' that would set off the terrible ritual. There was no reasoning with him, and in this timeline, Philza didn't wait until Wilbur pressed the button. He killed his son because there was no other option.

They didn't capture Dream. They sent hunters to capture him. One of the hunters, George, ended up bonding with Dream and helped him escape over and over again. Dream was sweet with George. He presented himself as a silly little vagabond. Just a little guy. A robin hood type.

George eventually saw the real Dream, though. Dream slipped up and George had to come to terms that he had been tricked and lied to. George helped get Dream captured, where he was put in jail under Quackity and Sam. George felt horrible about this, and he ended up having to live with Philza for a few years while he grieved a friendship that was never real and dealt with the lingering betrayal he had dealt to Dream.

Dream died. He died a sad and broken man, having been tortured every day for 50 years until he finally decided that permanent death would be better than waiting for the chance to escape. He is gone for good. Death made sure of it.

Speaking of Sam, he was so afraid of death that he started searching for ways to escape it, going to various demons and gods to get blessings by going through trials. He was thrice cursed because, after some time, the different blessing and rituals and whatnot reacted badly with each other, like water causing metal to rust.

Quackity twisted the secrets of necromancy from out of Dream, and consequences don't matter to him anymore. As time goes by, he will become more and more unstable. But that's a story for another time.

Wilbur, when he died, became a wraith. Death tried to find him, but because he came from her, he knew how to hide. He drifted the world with the lamb Death had sent to be with him, because while he shunned her, she knew Philza wouldn't want him to be alone. Dream revived Wilbur as a last desperate try for freedom, hoping the man would come rescue him near the end of his life, but Wilbur did not. He just kept running.

Wilbur has white in his hair and feathers from his time being dead.

Wilbur eventually settled down and started working on projects to feel like he's actually doing something with his life. He built his manor and estates, he broke up crime rings, and eventually he took in three children, one of whom reminded him so much of his father that he couldn't leave the child to go into the system. At that point, he started missing Philza for the first time since he left the nest.

That's pretty much it, I suppose. This story was so fun and I'm glad you enjoyed it! I remember I wrote it so fast my finger joints hurt for days.

Thank you so so much for the ask. I love you so much for it!