#walks away humming Ant Music by Adam Ant

[whosname]

[Id. digital sketch of Ginpachi sensei and a farmer ant. Sensei looks confused, wearing striped overall shorts and his usual lab coat. The ant looks equally confused, wearing a straw hat and overalls. end id.]

Isekaied to an ant farm.

#oh sorry are u supposed to be In the ant farm. cartoon logic u are transported to a farm worked by comically large ants in overalls#and u are also in overalls#for episodic goofs

[kellykadesperate]

Let me wish you a Merry Christmas

Part 3 of should have been 5 fics and yet there’s more than that Christmas AU Fics:

Robert doesn’t usually hate Christmas. It means gifts and extravagance and people jealous of who he is and what he gets to have.

This Christmas though, he’s staring at a brick wall that’s apparently a feature one and trying not to hate everything about his new place. The one he got after Chrissie chucked divorce papers at his feet and told him to get out of her life forever.

He’s done that, and now he’s alone in every way that matters to him. Vic makes out like it’s a good thing that Chrissie’s ended it, says that his heart wasn’t in it and he doesn’t want to understand her at all.

So he wallows, spends half his days working from home and hating himself and the other half thinking of who can help get his leg over because that’s got to make things better. Once, when it hasn’t worked and he’s sloping home, he’s met with the sound of music from opposite his.

Christmas music. At half one in the music. It’s not blaring, it’s bearable maybe but Robert’s really trying to forget about Christmas altogether and this isn’t helping in any way at all.

He goes to pound the door down and then he remembers how he doesn’t really want to talk to anyone. So he bares it. He gets by and Vic rings him every single day and asks if he’s doing any better like he’s actually ill.

He’s not. He’s fine and her attempts at trying to make him get into the Christmas spirit are becoming ridiculous.

It starts with a reef on his door, placed almost perfectly and matching the Christmas music loving idiot who lives opposite him. It’s green and bright and enough to make him hang his head and sort of hate his sister.

“You should stop you know.” Robert says, days later, because there’s now gingerbread men wrapped nearly in a Christmas bow by his door.

“Stop what?” Vic says, acting innocent. He swipes the biscuits up, swings the door shut and eats one. “Good then.”

“This isn’t helpful.” Robert says, but they are good and for a second he’s not thinking about what an utter failure his life is.

“Whatever.” Vic laughs. “You love me.”

And he does. What he doesn’t love is the tinsel draped around his door when he gets home from work a few days later. It’s bright red and he shakes his head at it before trying to take it down.

The person opposite him opens their door and shuts it again before Robert takes a look at them and he’s back to thinking they’re weird when there’s a slow hum of Christmas music playing again.

He thinks it might be a single mum, putting her kid in the mood or something. He couldn’t care less by the time there’s tinsel by his ankles.

A few days before Christmas is when Vic ups the ante. He’s coming in from a shitty date, alone, when he nearly breaks his ankle on the smallest Christmas tree he’s ever seen. It’s just sitting right outside his door, decorated and shining. 

“For fuck’s sake.” He kicks at it, watches it topple down the stairs and out of sight. It’s probably going to wake up half of the building but he doesn’t care.

What he does care about is Vic calming the fuck down. He rings her a couple of days later because there’s baubles in a crate outside his door and more tinsel everywhere.

He’s thumping up the stairs to his when she pretends like she’s oblivious.

“I told him to stop. I promise.”

And, “What?” He actually stops, frowns down the line like he doesn’t know what else to do. His sister is mad, mental sometimes but this is beyond. “Who are you on ab—“

Robert gets to his door and stops dead. He sees some guy with tinsel around his neck and some lit up reindeer ears on his head and he’s bending down to place something at Robert’s door.

“Vic. I’ll call you back.” Robert hangs up and looks at the man until he actually stops moving around and realises that Robert is staring blankly at him. “Do you want to explain or?”

The guy looks like he’s just been caught flashing a pensioner or something. “I ...”

“You’ve been leaving all this shit here?”

“What?” The guy just shakes his head. “I was ...”

“You know my sister?”

The guy’s face is bright red and Robert can’t help but stare deep into his eyes. “Well I ... I’m her mate.”

“Never mentioned she had weird mates.”

“I’m Aaron.” Aaron yanks the antlers off and presses a button so they stop flashing and Robert has absolutely no idea what to say. “She uh ... she said you weren’t feeling in the festive mood so ...”

Robert breathes in deeply. “Pity party for one then? How much did she pay ya to be an idiot?”

Aaron’s eyes widen. “Woah. Hang on a minute. She said you’d been through a shit time so I was trying to be ...”

“What?”

“Neighbourly.” Aaron shouts, and Robert’s face falls as he realises he’s the weirdo he plays Christmas music all the time. “I was trying to be nice ‘cause Christmas can be shit when you’re alone.”

“I’m not.” He is, well he sort of wants to be and it makes him feel sad and lost but also like deep down he deserves to be. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity.” Aaron frowns like he genuinely cares and then he sighs. “I was just —“ Robert properly looks at him. His heart thumps and he throws a look towards the ground instead of looking back at him. “Sorry I bothered.”

He’s sorry and Robert just lets him walk back through his door without saying anything because he’s an idiot. He’s an idiot who picks up the box of mince pies at his door and drinks his way into Christmas Day.

He wakes up alone, head thumping and this tightness in his chest when he thinks of Aaron. He feels bad and he doesn’t usually. It’s on his mind when he gets a text from Vic about getting round hers as soon as. He watches Aaron’s door, just sort of stares for a second before he bottles it and drives to hers instead.

“You made it.” Vic says, apron on and Santa hat silly on her head. “You can keep them company. Apologise.”

“What?”

And there’s a small detail he forget about. It’s Vic’s oath of a boyfriend and the fact that he said a mate was coming around too. The mate, of course, is Aaron. He’s sitting watching the highlights of a match and he’s got this Christmas jumper on that says ‘bite me’. Robert smiles at him without realising and then Aaron sees him and stands.

“I don’t want any ...”

“Can I have a word?” Robert says, there’s this sticky feeling of warmth running through him when they get outside against the cold. “How come’s your here?”

“Mum’s on holiday.” Aaron shrugs. “Just staying for a bit and then I’m going to my uncle’s with my sister.”

“Sister?” Robert slows down as he walks.

Aaron nods. “Yeah. All that Christmas music was for her benefit. She’s mad on it.”

“So are you.”

“Had a shit one last year.” Aaron stops walking, hands deep in his pockets. “Spent it alone ‘cause I thought it would help.” There’s something lost in his eyes, something Robert understands. “It didn’t.”

Robert nods slowly. “That why you carried on when she said to stop?”

Aaron blinks, reddens. “Suppose so yeah.”

Robert’s eyes flicker. “I should say ... thanks.”

Aaron frowns. “Don’t have to.”

“You were being … nice.” Robert shrugs and Aaron pulls a face. He thinks he’s probably a hard man around here or something. “So thank you.”

Aaron looks up at him, hugging himself against the cold as they get back to Vic’s. “Sorry about your ex.” Maybe Robert’s stupid but Aaron stares at his lips, then up into Robert’s eyes again.

Robert smiles faintly, he hasn’t thought about her or the sorry mess all day. “You are?”

Aaron bites his lip. “Maybe not. That depends.”

“On what?”

Aaron leans forward and then clearly bottles it and Robert is left disappointed until he shrugs. “You know, didn’t realise you were fit when Vic told me to start trying to get you in the festive mood.”

Robert smiles when Aaron turns bright red and pulls away slowly like he’s not used to being so upfront. “Yeah?” Aaron nods. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Aaron looks surprised like it’s a mad thing to say. It isn’t. He’s pretty nice to look at, really nice.

“Think Vic’s put that there on purpose?” Aaron tilts his head, Robert looks up and sees mistletoe on the top of the door, tries not to think about his sister wanting to snog her mate.

“Maybe.” Robert says, because Aaron’s clearly kind, he’s clearly fit, he clearly makes his heart thud and he stays stuck on his mind. So he leans down, kisses him and it feels like a lot of something suddenly.

Adam’s tapping on the window a few seconds later. He’s laughing, whooping and saying something about Aaron finally getting some.

“He’s a dick.” Aaron’s bright red.

“Carry on kissing me then.” Robert says before leaning in and smiling.

“You in the Christmas mood yet?” Aaron whispers against Robert’s mouth before Robert nods and he kissing him again.

It’s not going to be such a shitty Christmas after all then.

[twokinkybeans]

Jar Or Dirt Chapter 8: Bottle Of Vodka [Starker Fanfiction NSFW/18+]

Kink/Sexual Warnings: None (No sex in this chapter) Other Warnings: Peter gets very drunk and assaulted (kissing only), angsty feelings, emotions. 

All Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 ... Masterpost (More to come!)

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Chapter 8: Bottle Of Vodka Peter isn’t entirely sure he’s back in this world after the mindblowing and extraordinary high he experienced this morning. His body feels so heavy, his mind extremely slow. He’s in the kitchen, waiting for Tony to follow him out of the shower so they can eat lunch together. He’s slowly tapping his fingers on the countertop - and frowns. Huh? He lifts his hands up, turning them around and staring at his fingers. They feel almost numb. Not tingling like they usually do. It’s almost as if they’re turned off? He takes a deep, shaky breath, flexing his fingers a few times.

Now that he’s starting to pay attention, he notices how eerily quiet it is around him. Where he would hear the wind hit the high rise, there’s nothing now. However, when Peter looks through the windows he sees the swift-moving clouds. He blinks a few times, looking over the New York City skyline. The colors are flat, all contrast dulled to grey shades. He feels empty, no longer feeling his heart pumping his blood through his veins. He’s cold. He’s never cold. The record player doesn’t scratch his ears. There’s no low hum he has to actively cancel out. It’s weird. It’s… Ordinary. He hasn’t felt this way since…

“Hey kid, watcha up to?” “AH!” Peter jolts and turns to find Tony right behind him. Startled, he scrambles and trips over his own feet, landing on his butt with a loud groan. He pants heavily. “Whoa, there!” Tony looks at Peter worried and moves to help him up. Peter takes his hand and feels the tears sting in his eyes when he doesn’t feel Tony’s heartbeat either. “Are you okay?” “I didn’t-” “Didn’t?” “Sense you. I didn’t sense you,” Peter chokes out. “I didn’t know you were behind me.” Tony frowns at Peter. This boy has an unreal accuracy when it comes to knowing where other people are around him. He should’ve sensed him walking up to him. He always does. He explained how he feels the air shift, hears Tony’s clothes ruffle as he walks. This doesn’t sound good.

"Mr. Stark-" Peter's voice is shaky. Tears well up in his eyes as he keeps looking at Tony's hands holding onto his. "-I... I think there’s something wrong with me?” The boy seems genuinely scared and Tony swallows. He bridges the gap between them to hold him close. “Pete, tell me what’s wrong. What’s going on?” “My senses… T-They’re gone? My fingers are numb, everything is silent and dull and… and…” “Alright, baby. It’s going to be alright, okay? Let’s go to the lab, so I can run some tests.” Tony says gently, scooping the boy up and carrying him to the elevator so they can go down. He doesn’t trust Peter to walk by himself right now. “O-okay…”

-

Tony sighs as he takes another sip of his wine. The penthouse feels empty without Peter around, but he’s glad he managed to encourage Peter to go to Ned’s first frat party. The boy hadn’t wanted to go at first, scared of his now ordinary senses, but at the same time, he didn’t want to bail on Ned. It was scary to see him like this, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. had assured Tony that there was nothing off with the boy, aside from a massive hormonal disbalance. Which, actually, wasn’t a disruption at all. It was the opposite. Peter’s hormones are now completely balanced out, like a normal human being. From what Tony has seen in the boy after a bad fight, his hormones have always healed naturally within a few days. Apparently, the sexual overstimulation caused his Spider senses to shut down completely as a defense mechanism, but he should stabilize within two days tops.

He’s listening to one of the records Peter got him this morning, enjoying the last few hours of his birthday. He took out the Adam Ant one; he hadn’t listened to that for years. It’s good to hear it again. God, this is the singer that definitely helped him realize he was gay. He chuckles. He’s come a long way since being the 14-year old kid he’d been back then. Oh, the memories. He figures he should spend his time a bit more productively and picks up on the NASA article he’d started on reading earlier today, his eyes gliding over the words. Soon enough, he’s interrupted by Peter’s playful ringtone. He catches himself smiling instantly and picks up. “Heya, Pete!” “Mr. Stark?”

Well, that’s definitely not Peter. There’s clearly a party going on in the background, but the music is getting softer, telling Tony that whoever this is, they’re moving away from it. "Heya... Not-Peter?" He sits upright. "Who are you? Why do you have Peter's phone?" "Mr. Stark, it's me, Ned!" Something eats at Tony. This doesn't feel right. Peter never leaves his phone for someone else to take. Not even his best friend. "Oh, hey! Everything alright?" "Well, I'm not sure," Ned says worriedly. Tony stands up from the couch. "Peter's missing." "Peter's what?!" "He left without everything! His phone, his bag- Mr. Stark, even his Spider suit is still in his backpack." "Shit." Tony rushes to the lab to see if there's anything on Peter that could be tracked. "He seemed out of it too- did anything happen?" Tony grimaces at Ned’s question. Yes, something happened. And now Tony can't help but think that this was all his fault. He brought Peter that deep into subspace. He fucked up his hormone levels. He urged Peter to go to Ned's party and have fun. This is on him.

"Ned, did he do anything out of the ordinary?" It's quiet for a second as the other young adult thinks. "I don't think so? He came in feeling a little anxious, so I gave him the vodka bottle so he could get tipsy." "You gave him an entire bottle of vodka?" "You know him, Mr. Stark. His Spider stuff makes alcohol leave his system faster. He has to drink at least half a bottle of that stuff to even get kind of tipsy." God fucking dammit. "Did you see him do it?" Tony stops in his tracks, waiting for Ned to answer. "Do what?" "Down the alcohol?" Tony swipes his hand a few times, activating F.R.I.D.A.Y. "Yeah, his face was hilarious like always, but he chugged at least eleven shots worth, probably more." "Oh my God." Tony nearly drops his phone out of his hands. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is looking up the security footage near the house Ned organized the party at. "What?" Ned asks innocently. "He's drunk, Ned." The uni student is obviously confused. "Peter doesn't get drunk." "He does today. We gotta find him."

Ned helps Tony as much as he can, asking other people if they’ve seen Peter, while Tony is looking at every single inch of the footage F.R.I.D.A.Y. is showing him. According to Ned, Peter had still been inside five minutes ago. He can’t be far. Tony should go to that party and look for Peter himself. He quickly swipes the footage to the screen on his phone and rushes downstairs to get to his cars. “Are you driving, Mr. Stark?” Ned asks when the engine starts. “Yes, I’m headed to campus. Should be there in ten.” “But isn’t it at least a-” “No questions.” Tony cuts him off. He knows damn well he’s driving too fast. “I just want to find my boyfriend.”

Eight minutes in, F.R.I.D.A.Y.S.’ voice echoes through the car. “Mr. Stark, I have signaled Peter just two blocks away from the target location. I have changed the destination in your navigation system,” “Perfect. What’s his condition?” “His motor skills are not functioning up to expectation, but his vitals seem to be fine. I am uncertain whether he is under attack or not.” Tony glances sideways at his phone, looking at an indeed very drunk Peter. There’s another kid too, trying to pull Peter in for a kiss. The boy is trying to push the other dude off him, but it doesn’t seem to be working. “Fuck,” Tony slams his hand against the side of the steering wheel, pushing the gas pedal further down to speed up even faster. “Ned, you hear me?” “Yes, Mr. Stark?” “I found Peter. I’m taking him back to the Tower, we will explain everything later.” Tony rushes out. “Thanks for calling me, could you keep an eye on his stuff? I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” “S-sure, will do, Mr. Stark.” Ned answers. Tony ends the call, feeling like a dick for doing so. Peter is his number one priority right now.

When he gets to the location that F.R.I.D.A.Y. sent him, Peter’s still there, trying to walk away from the other dude, who grabs his wrist to pull Peter back in, kissing him. His boyfriend’s just standing there, frozen in place, his eyes wide. Paralyzed, yet swaying slightly. Tony curses under his breath as he parks the car and gets out of it as fast as he can. “Hey!” He exclaims. The other dude looks up and takes a surprised step back, immediately letting go of Peter. “Y-You’re Tony Stark.” “Yes, and you, kid, are assaulting my boyfriend.” The uni student takes another few steps away from Peter, trying to scramble up a half-assed excuse. “Don’t wanna hear it. Now, get the hell out of here before I lose it.” The kid’s eyes go wide, choking out some weak apology as he runs off. Tony hurries towards Peter, cradling him in his arms. “Baby, are you okay? Come on, let’s get you home.” Tony whispers. Peter is limp in his arms and Tony can’t shake the feeling of how this is all his fault. This isn’t his Peter. He should’ve listened to him. Peter said how bad he was feeling. Tony never doubted that for one second, but he surely hadn’t realized just how bad it had been.

“Am okay,” Peter mumbles. His eyebrows curl up into a frown as he looks at Tony’s arms around him and then at the vehicle Tony is guiding him to. “Hey, wait- I don’t know what you are trying Mister, but I have a boyfriend. I don’t care how nice your car is, my- my boyfriend is even nicer.” Peter slurs, barely able to keep himself standing up. Tony frowns. “Boyfriend?” “Hmmmm,” Peter sighs, dreamily, “-yes. He’s great. Speaking of which, I… I should call him. I-I think I lost my phone. Can I use yours?”

Oh god. Peter doesn’t recognize him. Part of him wants to cry, but he can’t help the nervous laugh from bubbling up his throat. “So, who is your boyfriend, kid?” "Gah!" Peter nonchalantly waves his hand. "You probably don’t know him." "Try me." Peter steps closer and whispers. "Don’t tell anyone!" Peter pouts, and God, he’s actually kind of adorable right now. "We're VERY private." "I can keep a secret." Tony smirks and cocks his head. "Gooooood." Peter relaxes into Tony’s hold and sighs, not continuing his train of thought. "So?" Tony raises his eyebrows. "So what?" "Who's your boyfriend?" It’s cheeky, yes. Tony knows. But he can’t help but wanting to see where this is gonna go. Besides, keeping Peter awake until he’s in his bed is also the easiest on Tony’s back. As long as the boy can kind of stand and talk, the older man won’t have to actually carry him.

"Right! I was gonna tell you that. He's-” Peter pauses to think for a second. “He's, my sun!" "Oh, is he?" Tony plays along. He opens the car door and gently lowers the boy into his seat. "Yeah, he makes me feel warm and safe!" Tony leans over Peter to secure the seat belt, smelling the vodka in Peter’s breath. "But who is he?" "Mm… Stark!" Tony leans back so he can look at Peter’s face. He grins. "Tony Stark?" "Yes!" Peter looks up at him, his eyes wide in surprise. “How’d you know?” Tony shakes his head at the boy. Now that Peter actually seems to be doing fine, his nerves are settling. “Wild guess.”

The entire ride to the Tower Peter keeps gushing on how amazing Tony is, and Tony just takes it all in. He knows Peter loves him, obviously, but drunk Peter talking about him so openly, so freely, even when he thinks Tony’s not even there… It sure warms his heart a whole lot more than he’d like to admit. After all these years, he’s finally got himself a boyfriend he truly and utterly loves. Only fate would’ve known it would come in the shape of a man younger than socially acceptable for most people. At first sight, it might not make a lot of sense to people, but they’ve got so many things in common. Peter might still have that youthful innocence and enthusiasm, but he’s been through enough to know what’s important in life and what isn’t.

“Wow,” Peter says in awe when they arrive at the Tower. He eyes the high rise, angling his body in an attempt to see the top. “You sure have a big house! Mr…?” “Uh,” Tony improvises, “-call me Robert.” “Well, Mr. Robert, Sir… Can I ask you a question?” “Sure, go ahead.” “Can I stay here tonight? I… I think I’m a little drunk.” Tony nods, pressing his lips on top of each other to hold back a smile. “You sure are.” Tony guides Peter into the Tower, his hand resting on the boy’s lower back. “I-I don’t think I can find my dorm like this,” Peter chuckles. His expression turns serious for a second as he looks Tony straight in the eye. “But don’t tell Uncle Ben, he’d kill me for sure.”

Tony’s eyes widen and he stands frozen, staring at Peter. Oh God. The kid doesn’t remember… Doesn’t remember that his uncle has been dead for years. Tony knows how much it kills Peter- how much he still misses that man every single day of his life. They get into the elevator and the doors close slowly. “I mean- it’ll be a lecture about responsi-res-responsibility for sure,” Peter laughs at his own inability to say the word right and Tony shakes his head. “I just don’t wanna worry him, you know?” Peter looks at his feet. He leans on his heels and then looks back up at Tony. “I promise I won’t tell him,” Tony answers quietly, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach. “Gooooood,” Peter slurs and leans against the elevator wall, his head slowly bobbing along with the music. “I love this song.” “My boyfriend chose it,” Tony mumbles, still shaken by the comment about Uncle Ben. He’s torn between how relaxed, but worryingly drunk Peter is. It’s adorable in a way and it’s not. It’s horrifying to see how the boy has zero feel for the world outside right now. How out of it he is. This is probably the first time the kid’s ever gotten drunk, and he wishes Peter didn’t have to endure all this. With all his heart, Tony wishes the kid won’t remember these conversations in the morning.

“Mister Robert, sir, did you know Tony Stark is very good in bed?” Tony jolts to stand upright, surprised at the sudden remark. “Wh- Really?” “Yes,” Peter beams giddily, “-he fucks me really good. He makes me see stars!” His jaw drops, gasping. “Do you think that’s why he’s called Stark?” “I don’t th-” “‘M-already hard thinking about his cock, that’s how smitten I am.” “Alright kid, time to get you tucked in.” Tony replies, trying not to engage in Peter’s… Conversation about his dick. The elevator doors slide open, and Peter stumbles out, staring around the suite with his eyes wide. “Bedroom’s this way.”

Peter follows him without any hint of protest and Tony is so glad he found his boyfriend before the other dude had the opportunity to take his chance on him. Peter’s so naive. So obedient. Anyone else could’ve taken advantage of the kid’s state so easily. He pushes away the vivid scenarios in his head, showing everything that could’ve happened. Everything that could’ve gone horribly wrong. “Woah!” Peter exclaims when he sees their bedroom. “I can sleep in here?!” “Yes, go on, get nice and comfy, I’ll take the couch. See you in the morning.” Tony turns around to walk out, not wanting to intrude on Peter’s safe space now that Tony isn’t perceived to be his boyfriend. He knows it’d make Peter uncomfortable if he’d stay. But before he leaves, he hears Peter’s soft voice from behind him. “Mister Robert, can you believe it? Cause I can’t sometimes.” “Believe what?” “That Tony Stark likes me?” Tony's heart skips a beat, God, his boy is so sweet and innocent and precious. Please, let him never lose that. "I'm sure he loves you, Peter." "Hmmm, he better, or I'll kick his ass.” Peter chuckles out loud and drops onto the bed. “G’night, Mr. Robert.” He sighs into the pillow. “Sir.” “Goodnight, kid.”

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Peter wakes up slowly, bright sunlight washing over his face. Oh, man. His head’s exploding. He turns around, trying to evade the brightness and he reaches around for Tony. The sheets are empty and cold, and Peter frowns. Slowly, his eyes flutter open and he’s met with an empty room. He’s alone. He squeezes his eyes shut again. Too much input. He feels nauseous, not enough to make his body throw up, but he’s definitely not doing well. What the fuck happened? “T-Tony?” There’s no response. Peter takes a shaky breath, curling his knees up to his chest and hiding deeper into the comfort of his sheets. “F- F.R.I.D.A.Y., where’s Tony?” “He’s picking up your belongings at your campus dorm.” “My- what now?” “He didn’t specify.”

Peter groans and turns around, reaching out for his phone. Only to find the nightstand empty, except for a bottle of water and a strip of painkillers. Fuck. He still has no clue what’s going on, but at least he knows that he needs to take those meds for the awful thumping in his head. He sits upright and breathes through yet another wave of nausea, and then downs the two pills. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell Tony to come up when he returns.” “I will, Peter.” “Thank you,” he mumbles, laying down again. He tries to think about yesterday. It was a Sunday, right? Meaning it's been Tony’s birthday. Yes. Yes it has been. He remembers giving him the vinyls. Remembers Tony giving him… uh, the sex toy. After that, things get hazy though.

“Hey, kid,” Peter shoots up, realizing he must’ve dozed off again. He groans, his head is still very much hurting him. Tony’s eyeing him carefully. “Tony, what happened?” “Oh, glad you remember me again,” Tony smirks at him, dropping Peter’s backpack onto the floor and then raises his hand, Peter’s phone dangling between his fingers. “You sure took a hit, never thought I’d see you so wasted.” Tony throws him his phone and kicks his shoes off, walking to Peter’s side of the bed and laying down next to him. “How are you feeling?” “Awful.” “Figured. You took the painkillers I left you?” Peter nods, snuggling into Tony, who wraps his arms around him in return. Tony seems a bit standoff-ish, his sarcastic wall pulled back up and Peter wonders if he said anything to him last night. “Tony… What happened?” Peter asks again, carefully. “I don’t remember.” “Good.” Alright, something’s up. Tony sure loves to joke around but he’s never like this. Not around Peter anyways. He’d never joke about Peter feeling sick without reason. He must’ve done something bad that he doesn’t remember. Besides, the drunk story doesn’t make sense to him. He’s never been able to get truly drunk and boy he tried. “How’d I get drunk?” “Vodka.”

Peter bites his lips and takes a deep breath. He really fucked something up here. If he wants Tony to talk, he’s going to have to be patient. He carefully turns around in the man’s embrace, looking up at his face. Tony’s looking down at him, his expression almost unreadable. Almost.

Guilt.

Peter should’ve known. There’s only one thing that makes Tony act like a bit of an asshole towards him. Whatever Peter did, Tony’s feeling guilty about it. So, he carefully reaches out to touch Tony’s face, trailing his fingers across his cheek. “Talk to me?” “There’s nothing to say, kid.” Tony answers curtly. Okay, Peter has a lot of patience, but not this much. His headache is keeping him from being focused and he just doesn’t want to deal with any of this now. He just wants to be in Tony’s arms, quietly feeling loved. This is not quite it yet. “Don’t kid me, not right now, Tony. Something bad happened, and I want to know what. I could ask F.R.I.D.A.Y., but I’d rather talk to you. We both know I don’t get drunk. But I did. Why?” Peter demands. He doesn’t like talking this way, but he’s not leaving Tony to drown in his guilt alone. “Because…” Tony starts, trailing off as he tries to find his words. He isn’t looking up at Peter anymore, his eyes cast away to the walls. “I didn’t realize how bad it was. The… The hormone stuff.” “The what?” Peter asks, his eyes widening. Tony huffs quietly. “First, I need you to tell me the last thing you remember.” Tony’s voice is stern and Peter closes his eyes to think. Blocking out all the bright lights from outside. “We… We had amazing sex,” he says after a while. “Don’t think I ever felt that good.” Tony sniffs and takes a deep breath. “That’s the last thing?” Tony asks, barely believing Peter’s words. The boy nods slowly. There’s nothing else in his mind other than the memory of Tony letting go on top of him. “It is.” “Shit, I-I pushed you too hard, Pete. I got your hormones fucked up, you didn’t have your heightened senses anymore. You told me how bad you felt, and I still talked you into going to Ned’s party. You got drunk and went missing. Ned called me, I picked you up and brought you back home. There, that’s it.”

Peter stares at Tony’s face, squinting his eyes slightly. “That’s it?” “That’s it.” Peter purses his lips, not satisfied with the answer. He makes himself smaller as he looks away from Tony, pressing the top of his head into the man’s chest. “Did…” Peter frowns, trying to figure out the best way to ask it. “Did I hurt anyone?” Tony immediately pushes Peter away from him, forcing the boy to look him in the eye again. “No. You didn’t.” The look on his face is so serious, so worried, that Peter feels tears sting in the back of his eyes. His voice cracks. “Did anyone hurt me?” Tony’s jaw clenches and his eye twitches, causing Peter to suck in his breath. It takes a few seconds for Tony to reply. “Some dick tried to get into your pants,” he mumbles. Peter can tell the man wants to look away from him, but he doesn’t. “He ran off when he saw me.” “Did he-” “He kissed you. Nothing more.” Tony bites the inside of his cheek. “You tried to push him off, but he kissed you.”

It’s Peter who breaks eye contact, looking down again. “I’m sorry…” he whispers softly. Tony pulls him in tight again, the boy immediately softens up against him, curling his arms around Tony’s body. Tony wants to cry. Peter is apologizing for the fact that someone took advantage of his drunk state. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Pete. This is on me.” “I should have known I couldn’t drink as much as I normally do.” Peter’s voice sounds muffled against Tony’s chest. “It’s okay, kid…” Tony takes a breath. “I should’ve listened to you. I’m sorry.” Peter’s fingers press into Tony’s skin through his shirt. “I love you, Tony.” Peter’s shoulders jolt slightly and Tony holds him even tighter. He hates it when Peter cries. The boy doesn’t deserve this pain. Especially since this was not his fault. At all. He presses a soft kiss on Peter’s head and closes his eyes, feeling a dagger pierce his heart as he remembers all the things Peter said yesterday. A part of Tony sees how the drunk Peter he saw yesterday, could’ve been Peter if he hadn’t been Spider-Man, if Uncle Ben hadn’t been murdered. Worried about his Uncle’s opinion like any other regular teenager would. Peter isn’t regular, though. Tony can only hope that his embrace softens the pain, like it always does for him. “I know.”

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Ashton Irwin- Forgetting Kira

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The groovy pop tune blared out of the speakers as the screen projected the image of dark, mystical, futuristic city. Flashings signs advertising shake ‘n’ bake and munch time filled the lilac sky, air traffic roared as a aero-tram past by.  A petite cloaked figure stood on the rim of a billboard gazing at the television screen on the sky scraper before her, where an indigo-skinned woman with two pimple sized horns on her forehead presented the news. In her right-hand corner was the mugshot of a dark-haired women with stormy grey eyes and underneath her scribbled in capital blood red was ‘WANTED’.

‘You’re not allowed to be up hear” Announced a soldier on the roof beneath her. She could recognise he was a soldier from his six legs and two antennas, she despised ant soldier. She somersaulted of the billboard landing gracefully in front of the soldier. She pulled back her navy cloak to reveal her midnight hair and stormy eyes.

“It’s yo-“   before the man could finish his sentences identifying the mysterious women, she had decapitated him. She watched in amusement as his bug legs continued to twitch. The groovy music increased in volume as the girl’s misty eyes pierced the screen.  She began to dance as fought more and more bug-like men. Once the roof was clear, she opened the fire door ignoring the black and white sign alerting the maximum security of the building. The scene quickly changes as we now see the young lady popping out of an air vent and surprising a soldier by breaking his neck from behind. She twirls over his deceased body and faces the screen once more, her lips part as she begins to sing ‘Don’t you know baby? Only fools stick around when the love is all gone’.

We get glimpses of the charcoal haired women riding horses as she charges into a battlefield blood splattering all over her body, she climbs trees and kill tree monsters, we see her dancing with an enormous snake, pirouetting up and down its spine before proceeding to pierce her dagger in its head.

There is a bar filled with all species from flower folk to gill people, with a robot band performing and her singing lead. ‘Don’t you know baby? Only fools stick around when the love is all gone’ She hums and the screen switches back to the indigo news lady.

“We have an urgent message from the galactic post! All citizens must be warned. There are new episodes on Kira on Netflix streaming now” She announced in terror, as the Netflix logo appears, the youtube screen fades to black.

 “Wow” Michael uttered completely amazed by the trailer he had just seen. “Doesn’t it look badass?” Calum inquired, gazing at Michael and Ashton who had just finished watching the trailer on his phone.

“No, she’s badass!” Ashton said almost breathless, the kind of exhilaration he had only felt whilst running or arousal. “Right?! She’s hot too” Calum said, chuckling slightly as he threw his head back.

“Isn’t it usually animated though?” Michael asked, as he took a sip of the coke in front of him. “Hey! That’s mine” Ashton slapped Michael hand away, clearly annoyed by the blonde boy’s action. He clutched the can in his hand, bringing it close to his chapped lips as he debated whether to drink it.

“Yeah, it’s usually animated” Calum answered Michael question ignoring what had just happened. “But, I read something about the Adam Davies wanting the voice actresses of Kira to do a live action trailer.” He expanded.  Ashton sighed, he was still starring at the open coke can. “Just have this Michael” He said, shoving the can over to him.  “Thanks” Michael muttered, oblivious to his friend’s disgust.

“What’s her name?” Ashton asked, intending to follow the girl on Instagram. “Misty Kira” Michael answered abruptly. “They don’t have personal accounts. No one on the show does, I think its in their contract or something” He informed nonchalantly, before continuing to slurp on Ashton’s coke.  Calum and Ashton shot him looks of confusions, completely oblivious to Michael who continued to slurp noisily.

“What?!” He asked, the boys had finally managed to meet his gaze. “How do you know that?” asked Ashton.

Sinking into his black hooded Michael whispered. “I may have tried to follow her before”.

Three months had past, and Y/N had really felt the weight of starring in the Kira live-action trailer. It was one thing voice acting when no one saw her dirty blonde locks and sun-dried freckles. She wasn’t disappointing anyone as Y/N, but when fans turned up to her meeting opportunities or comic-con and her black hair was extra shiny and lifeless, the jig was up.  Her wig was visible and her grey contacts that irritated her eyes were a pain.

No one had ever said her dirty blonde locks, freckles and muddy eyes weren’t beautiful, although they had never said she was remarkably good looking either. Kira however, was beautiful, there were tumblr pages calling her ‘the ideal women’ and teenage boys aroused by her simply in animated form. y/n loved being Kira, she loved the excitement and adoration, but she despised how she felt like Kira was stealing her love. Who was left to love y/n, when the tacky wig and sterile contact lens come off.

“Kira, you have a private fan meeting at twelve today” said Mona.  Mona, Y/N’s personal assistant, was propped against her dressing room door, clipboard in hand as she observed Scarlet. “What are you doing?” She asked, meeting y/n’s eyes in the mirror.  Y/N starred at herself in the mirror, her eyes scanned her fingers twirling her hair and began to count her freckles. “y/n?” Mona muttered, her voice filling with concerned. Hearing her own name called had shocked Y/N since her manager Tony had banned the use of that name for branding purposes. Mona began to enter the dressing room, but the shock and concerned was short lived. y/n’s make-up artists came in bombarding her with products as they pushed Mona aside, whilst being suffocated make-up brushes she managed to blurt out. “Private fan meeting?” She asked.

“They must be rich” announced Jamie, whilst securing her hair.

   The meeting

Walking around backstage at concert venue in short black skirt and wig made Y/N uncomfortable, even if her navy cloak covered her ass. It had been over two hours and Y/N no longer cared to find out who had ordered a private fan meeting with Kira, she presumed it was some middle age pervert who probably wanted a ‘private show’ in a venue all to himself. She decided to ditch her team as she opted for the break room hoping to find a snack, she had missed lunch for this after all. The breakroom was empty, there was two old worn out leather sofas, a small coffee table and two vending machines. She discarded her cloak draping her leather sofa over it. She removed her wig revealing a sweaty blonde bun, her fringe was drenched and plastered to her forehead. She tossed the itchy black wig on the corner table as she approached the food vending machine. Her eyes settling on the pink walkers’ crisps as she typed in 1 1 4.  Nothing happened, Y/N typed the number again, again and again.

“For fuck sake!” She cursed, her hand slapping the glass. “Hello?”  Y/N whipped her head around so fast only to find a young man with brown hair starring at her.

“Umm Hi” Y/N whispered, embarrassed that the strange young man had caught her explosive rage. The boy smiled letting out a light giggle as he gaped at her, although aged almost twenty-four Ashton wasn’t immune to the charm of a mini skirt or a plunging bodysuit. “I don’t think we’ve met” He said, politely as he began to approach the vending machine which she stood at. “Oh I’m” Y/N words fell short, she couldn’t introduce herself as Kira, not with greasy hair and her signature black hair missing.

“You have” The young man paused. “uh” He swallowed, his mouth running dry. “nice eyes, I’ve never seen eyes like that” He stuttered, messing up his sentence. Y/N was scared, why hadn’t she tossed her contact lens too. “Oh, I know you” He said, his face filling with confusion.

The jig was up, he knew she was a fraud, he knew she was Kira and Y/N couldn’t bare to shatter another man’s dream. She couldn’t bare to have him realise that the perfect girl he had fantasied about wasn’t real.

“I’m Y/N” Scarlet huffed, her heart beating to fast to breathe. “Kira mega fan and sometimes stunt double” She said, giggling nervously.

“Oh! I knew you weren’t her” Ashton sighed in relief. “You don’t have her dark ringlets” He said smiling, before noticing Y/N smile fade. “Not that your hair isn’t nice” He said, trying to make her feel better. “It’s perfect” He said, reaching out to brush her fringe behind her ear. “and swea- shiny” He said, covering up his slip up. He brushed his thumb against his index finger rubbing away the sweat. Y/N had never wished to wear her black wig, until that moment.

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Star Struck (Working Title)

Chapter 1 

Miku wants to go to a concert in Seoul, but so far all she has is Yuko.

Welcome to McDonalds!

“Arrrgggh!” Miku (美空)  complained to the pavement as she scuffed back to her dorm room. Kyoto University wasn’t her parent’s first choice, but Miku had been adamant about the international relations department there. It could have been the new spring scent in the air or the way her light jacket brushed against her skin but somehow some way the events that led her here found their way to the forefront of her thoughts. Miku had basically written a thesis on why she chose Kyoto and presented it to her parents in no less than a beautifully crafted and engaging slideshow. When her parents still resisted, she appealed to their betting nature and set up an agreement with them. If she could win first place in an English and a Mandarin competition, therefore proving her competence in diplomacy, she could go to Kyoto University. Her parents agreed but Miku suspected they didn’t expect her to succeed.

The English competition was easy. She flew by competitors and snatched up first place no problem. Her parents stood proud with her and bragged about her everywhere people would listen. Miku had such a bright future at their preferred university of Tokyo.

The results of the mandarin competition however haunted Miku now as she watched the events replay in her head. She got caught into a tiebreaker with the principal’s daughter and darling of her high school, Meiko. Meiko was as beautiful as her name promised with straight black perfect hair to her waist, bright eyes and clear skin, but she was cut-throat any other wise. Meiko had the school including the judges, settled right in her back pocket. Her victory was certain and Miku’s parents sat comfortably through the competition. Until the tie-breaking round that is. It was only by chance that the judges asked for a character that Miku knew and Meiko did not. A slimy guilt stuck to Miku for a few weeks after awkwardly posing hunch-backed for the victor’s photo with her principal.  A slight film lingered even now. How dare she cross someone as beautiful as Meiko? Miku herself was as unimpressive as they come with shoulder-length jagged hair, flat chest, and freckled skin.

Miku shook her head to get rid of the sudden memory. That was all in the past wasn’t? Besides, she had more important issues to mull over. Like when the next SHinee concert was going to be and where.

“How am I going to get all the way to Korea in a year? I don’t have that kind of money! Onew is finally going to be back in Asia and I can’t be there to welcome him!” her bangs hung in front of her face as she continued to walk at a zombies pace on the sidewalk.

SHinee was a recent obsession. The South Korean boy band had been the medicine that she needed to help Miku get over her victory over Meiko and transition to college life. The boys were there when she was sad and she listened to them when she celebrated her new home. Their soft voices and ardent beats always made Miku’s body bounce. Sometimes even in publuc.  They also sang in Korean! What more could a langophile like Miku ask for? She was hooked and she couldn’t get enough of them. Especially Onew, the gentlest member of the group. But even his soft voice couldn’t pull her out of this cloud of depression right now.  In fact, it exacerbated her gloom.

An ant crawled across the concrete in front of her. Miku followed it with her gaze until it stopped at the bottom of the sticky doors of a McDonald’s. She ran the line of the crack of the front doors up with her eyes until she saw an advertisement for an ice cream cone only 50 yen! It was posted right next to a Help Wanted sign in big, bright, red letters.  Yeah, she thought to herself, something sweet might help her lift her mood.  So she walked through the automatic doors, through the rush of air carrying the familiar scents of hamburgers, fries, and milkshakes and tapped up to the counter, her hand already in her pocket searching for a 50 yen piece.

There was only the hum of the heaters and grill and the high pitched tapping on metal to greet Miku at first, but before she could think twice a young woman’s head popped out from behind the ice cream machine. The force of the perfect straight black hair and bright eyes that made the McDonald’s visor sit just right knocked Miku back a half step.   

“Itasshaimase!" Oh god…thought Miku, this woman can’t be real. Even her voice is light and perfect. It’s Meiko all over again. Miku shoved her foot back up. No, I just want an ice cream cone. There’s no competition here! We both win in this! I get ice cream and she gets to sell it to me.  Then the cashier stepped out from behind the machine. The young woman looked to be a few years older than Miku and the uniform hugs her as if she were the model they used to make it! Urgg! Flawless or not this Meiko-like person had to do her job.

The cashier practically floated up to the registrar as she smiled and asked, “How may I help you?”

Ha! Thought Miku, your top teeth are too close together. The two in front jutted out just a bit from the others. You’re not so perfect! Even if you do smell like fresh linen, I can order no problem.

“I, uh”

“Yes?”

Another worker, a young man this time slight and ordinary came around with a mop to clean up around the ice cream machine.

“Ice cream!” Miku was surprised at her own volume.

The young man let out a chuckle. The cashier blinked a few times in rapid succession and smiled brightly.“Ok that is 50 yen, please.”

If Miku was anything it was ready. Her arm shot out in front of her with the silver coin clasped in between her thumb and index finger. The cashier smiled even wider as she reached to prise the coin and say, “Thank y-” She stopped with the both of them still holding the coin and gasped. “I am so sorry! It will be a few minutes until we get the machine working again.Is that ok?”

Miku let go of the coin and exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. Miku’s coin wasn’t the problem. Haha! This cashier was! This cashier and that broken machine.

“It’s ok.” Miku said with a slight grin. She cleared her throat and put her hand in her pocket. Her fingertips still tingled from the cashier’s. “I have time to wait.”

“Oh thank you very much!” The cashier’s expression was so sweet. No, thought Miku, I won here. I win here. Even still she sat herself down at a table facing away from the counter and looked at the glass doors of the restaurant again.

  She mused reading the advertisements backward. Eci maerc 05 !ney She giggled. She wondered if Onew did this in his spare time. Would he be open to learning Japanese? qleH betnaW. Ah they need help here. And I need money. She looked down at her white tennis shoes. She was vaguely aware of an old sounding English pop song playing in the deserted red and yellow dining room. Lullaby synthesizers, dramatic silences and electric guitar riffs clung to the plush leather booths. Miku sighed. There was no way her parents were going to give her the money to go to Seoul just to not study. The weird part was Miku really liked studying, but with years stacked on top of years of it she needed something else to do.

BANG!!! Bang bang bang bang!!! She heard some frantic pounding against the machine.

It was so loud in the restaurant! How was Miku supposed to figure out a way to get to that SHinee concert? Wait! Her eyes darted for the front doors. This is it! She clapped a hand on her forehead of course! McDonalds would pay money for help! That’s what happens at jobs right? She just needed to get hired. She needed a job.

She paused. But would she have the time? So far all of her classes were easy and she found that she had more time in the evenings than she knew what to do with these days. Besides watching SHinee music videos that is. So why not earn some extra money and go to the concert herself?! She sprung right up out of her chair, and her heart swelled with a new pride in herself she never knew existed. She was going to earn real money! Not like that 2,000 yen she got for perfect scores in all her classes. Real money from real people who were not her parents.

She walked up to the empty counter, holding her head high. And again the cashier’s head popped up. Miku stopped. She had forgotten about the cashier. The cashier’s eyebrows knit together, “I am so sorry we are still working on the ice cream machine.”

“Oh! Uh well…” Does she back out now? “ I was going to apply for a job, but I see you are busy…”

The cashier’s face lit up at once “Why don’t you?! You would be perfect here!” She dipped down behind the counter and came back up with an application in one hand and a black ink pen in the other. “Just fill this out and I’ll be over there with you in a few minutes for your interview.” Miku’s heart jumped to her throat.

“Y-y-you will interview me?” Miku never thought her voice could get so high.

“Yes! You are talking to the manager after all!” The name tag pinned to the cashier’s shirt flashed in Miku’s eyes ‘Manager: Yuko 優子.’  How could she have missed that?

“OK!” Miku blurted.

The young man snorted. “Wow Yuko, you even have the ladies flustered!”

“Oh Kyo.” Yuko cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips. “Let’s work on your fixing skills so you can wow ladies too. We’ll start with looking at that spout one more time.”

Miku spun on her heel fast to keep the flush that rose to her cheeks to herself and walked right back to the spot where she had that stupid idea to apply. How could she have forgotten the cashie-the manager works here?! What will she look like next to someone like that!? Just fill out the application she thought. It’s not as if you are already hired.

The application was easy enough. Miku just wrote her name down and the names of her parents along with her new and past addresses. But she left the place where former work experience is supposed to go blank. Because this would be her first job. Then she thought hard about the part of submitting to a background check, pressing the end of the pen against her bottom lip. Had she done anything illegal? She blew air out of her nose. No she didn’t have the courage to do so much as  break a class rule. Let alone anything punishable by the law.

She signed on the bottom and threaded her fingers through her hair so that her bangs were out of her eyes and sticking up in odd angles. As she lay back she became aware of a new humming coming from behind her. But too late. Yuko’s light tapping crept up behind her and Yuko herself sat down in the chair across from her with a trail of long silky hair behind her. Miku didnt even have time to take her fingers out of her hair.

“Well that’s a new style.” Yuko cocked her head to the side again just so that Miku’s stomach wrenched. She whipped her hands down to her side pockets.

“Let’s get started now shall we?” With Yuko seated Miku could look straight at her instead of inclining her head a few inches. She fiddled with the zipper of her spring jacket and said, “yes.”

“Ok can you tell me who you are?” Yuko lifted the paper up for a moment and then placed it flat down on the table and gave Miku her full attention.  “I see here that your name is Miku. It’s such a pretty name. It will look quite nice on a name tag.” Miku wasn’t all that pleased with Yuko’s use of will, but she sat up straighter and answered anyway.

“Like it says on my application my name is Miku Kohara and I attend Kyoto University. My major is international relations. I am looking to pursue an occupation as an ambassador after I graduate with my Ph. D.” Miku puffed up her chest. It just felt suitable for the occasion. Yuko examined the application.

“Yes you certainly do have the right qualifications for that. You list that you are fluent in English!”

“I have also listed Mandarin right after.” Miku pointed to the listing with her finger.

“Wow, even better. I was never able to remember very many words in English class or Mandarin class.” Yuko leaned back and crossed her arms. “You’re obviously very qualified for whatever you want to pursue. So, why do you want to work at McDonald’s?”

Onew’s face flashed over Miku’s vision. “I, well, I want to bring happiness to people in the form of food and McDonald’s has the best!” Miku smiled wide. Yuko put an elbow on the table and rested head on her head and stared up at Miku.

“I-uh” Miku leaned closer too and opened her mouth to say I need more money for tuition, but fresh linen bombarded her olfactories and Yuko had the audacity to blink. Miku sighed and in a low voice said, “A year from now SHinee will perform in Seoul and I want to be there. By my calculations I should be able to make enough money to go if I work here until then.”

“There it is” Yuko grinned. She straightened back up and nodded her head. “I knew there had to be something more to you.”

“Yuko!” An older man walked out from behind the counter dressed in a shirt and tie, holding a clipboard precariously. He was balding and he had a kind face. He pointed a pen at Miku while he addressed Yuko. “Is this an applicant?” “Yes, sir she is!” Yuko moved to stand up, but the man waved her down.

He turned to Miku, “when can you start?”

“My name is Miku and I could start tomorrow evening.” Miku said wide-eyed looking up at the man.

“Great! I’m Tatsuya, the owner here.” he turned back to the counter. “Kyo! Can you come in at 5pm tomorrow to train Miku here?”

The young man’s face scrunched up and scratched the back of his head, “UUHh.. I really wish I could sir, but my grandma is real sick and tomorrow is my turn to take care of her.”

The owner whirled back to Yuko. “I am sorry Yuko. I know that you already have the day shift tomorrow, but can you stay and train Miku?”

“Oh of course!”

Of course, Miku mocked Yuko silently. Little Miss Perfect can’t let anyone down.

“Yuko!” He clapped her on the shoulder. “I can always count on you! Five pm tomorrow Miku!”

“Yes sir 5pm!” Miku said, but the owner had already started walking back to behind the counter.

“The ice cream machine works again! Let’s get you your ice cream cone.” Yuko rushed over and retrieved a serving for Miku. Yuko was already offering the cone out as Miku arrived. The new employee concentrated on trying not to touch Yuko’s hand again as she reached for it. But she fumbled! The cone went to the left oh! Then to the right and now wayyy to the left again so that Miku caught it in her left hand. Cold ice cream melted and trinkled down between her fingers.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” Yuko exclaimed. She hurriedly reached for a few napkins and encompassed both of Miku’s hands with hers. Miku, not knowing quite how to react wrenched away and threw the cone in the trash can which was a few paces away. Her feet made a beeline for the restroom.

After Miku ran to the sink she just let the cool water run over her fingers. I had better not get another ice cream,she thought. I didn’t realize how much Meiko affected me. She then thought of her parent’s disappointment too. Oh yeah that too. Something about Yuko must have spurred this on. She took a few deep breaths and turned off the water whose handle squeaked back into place.

When she walked out of the bathroom Yuko ran up and placed a hand on Miku’s shoulder. Miku resisted the urge to pull away.

‘Please let me make you another.” Yuko’s face wore an expression Miku didn’t think was possible on faces like the manager’s.

She really did seem sorry so Miku forced out an, “It’s alright. I got a job! That’s even better!” She reminded herself to smile.

“Ok” Yuko said softly then brightened up. “I’ll see you tomorrow Miku! Welcome to McDonald’s!”

“Yeah” Miku said as she put her earphones in and walked out.

After a while, she looked behind her to make sure she was out of sight of the restaurant. When the bright yellow arches were the size of her thumb, she let herself skip with joy. She was going to see Onew after all! She looked down at her phone and switched the song to ‘Dream Girl.’ Onew just another year and you’ll meet me! We’ll have so many language exchanging afternoons ahead of us! This thought of sitting in a rose garden gleefully laughing at the similarities of Japanese and Korean walked Miku all the way home. She was getting closer to Seoul. All she had to do was work with Yuko.  

 Thank you so much for reading! I was inspired by music to write this particular story so I am going to be listing a song at the end of each chapter to help close it and set the mood. There may even be a recommendation before the chapter :P I’m pretty corny so the songs will be directly related to what is happening in the story and the mindset of the characters. As for this chapter, I recommend “Dream Girl” by SHinee. Miku is pretty one-track minded, isn’t she? Please come again!

[hell-in-a-handbasket1]

The boner kid got suspended for threatening to shoot a teacher

In science class, we got to hit dodgeballs with golf clubs. A driver, to be specific. This one kid hit the dodgeball so hard it hit the ceiling tile

Speaking of dodgeballs, we got to play blindfolded dodgeball in PE class

In social studies we were learning about colonial punishments, and the eighth graders were discussing what would happen if you gave birth while you were in the gallows

There's this one kid in maths class. He's...something else. One time, when the teacher walked by, he said, very loudly, "MMM YOU SMELL SEXY". Later that day, when we were taking A test, he loudly announced "MM, I GOTTA FART" when the teacher said that was not appropriate, he said "SORRY, I JUST REALLY GOTTA FART"

One time the fart kid loudly said "I CAN TELL YOU'RE NOT WEARING UNDERPANTS" when the teacher said that wasn't appropriate, he said "SORRY, I WAS TALKIN ABOUT MYSELF".

The fart kid is the only black person in my maths class, (thanks CT. Lots of diversity.) and during a test, he said "MM, NIGERIA MY N*****". None of us knew whether to laugh or not.

I play viola now, and during a playing test, my orchestra teacher said "that was a baddass crescendo"

There are holes in the orchestra room ceiling, from the cellos throwing their bows

In orchestra we get to play the Spongebob theme, the best of Queen, and the Bohemian Rhapsody

Apparently, in this school, in fifth grade there were two bass players. In sixth there was one. This year, we don't even have a bass player. There's rumors going around that he died. RIP Beck, I guess

Two eigth graders are dating. In the middle of the kiva, they started making out, so the social studies teacher gave them a write up and everyone started chanting to bring them to the stocks (the thing from colonial times)

There's a multicultural club at my school, but for as long as anyone can remember, there's only ever been white people in it

I sit at a table with some eighth graders at lunch, and this one kid was doing alchemy with his lunch, and called it "Mee-ma's secret recipe". Yesterday Meema's recipe was eggplant, milk, Japanese candy, goldfish, an ant that someone found, a meatball, creamed corn, and a bit of a bread roll. Someone ate it.

I think I may have mentioned this, but someone started the apple juice cult. If you don't know, the apple juice cult was a thing. Eighth graders gather around trees chanting "Apple juice is juicy. Apple juice is juicy. Apple juice is juic" and so forth. I've even seen the cultists after school. I asked one of the cultists about it and she just held a finger up to my lips and said "shhh" and walked away.

This one kid had a bloody nose on the bus, and was sneezing everywhere. No one had any tissues, so another kid took out lined paper and yelled "Here, just shove this up your nose." He did.

We went on a field trip, and there were chickens. I grabbed a baby chick, and all the eigth graders said that I was "raping the chickens"

In science class we got to use nerf guns to learn Newton's third law but someone shot the teacher in the neck so we had to stop

In Technology class some kid started humming the Wii music song and people joined in until the whole class was screaming it and the sub sent the kid to the head principle

I wore this to school. Everyone tried to dress code me but since it wasn't a costume, just a dress, I was allowed to

On the whiteboard in the kiva, someone wrote "owo" Someone else added "*notices u bulge OWO what's this? *nuzzles u*" a third person wrote "*bites your head off* XDD"

In social studies, we had a very in-depth discussion of John Adams' sex life

In the science club we made glowing slime. We had to wear gloves and lab coats while we made it so everyone said that it was radioactive, but we were allowed to touch it with out bare hands aftdr we made it, so everyone said that Mrs. Jeff (the science teacher) is trying to kill us

The slime itself:

We had to make the radioactive slime in another building, and we had to cross the street. I walked across without looking both ways and said "If I die we all get compensation money", to which Mrs. Jeff cheered

These are some of my classmates in the science club. I love eighth graders.

In English class we got to listen to a rap about point of view, and some kids were singing it on the bus

We had a sub in social studies, and I'm pretty sure our entire table was on crack. One kid started stealing the erasers of other people's mechanical pencils without their permission and eating them. Another kid took apart his pen and ate the ink, resulting in him ending up in the nurse's office. One kid started giving us all the talk even though we're all older than him

Things that have happened in my school

My school is pretty lame, but I do have a few stories from my….2 years in middle school

•On the playground, there’s this monkey bar thing. It’s basically two ladders that form a circle with a hole in it about 15 ft up. During break time, some girls like to sit on the circle at the top while they drop one down the center hole chanting “Sacrifce, sacrifice, SACRIFICE, SACRIFICE” People have gotten hurt.

•I played Tom Jones’s It’s Not Unusual on a kazoo so much the school called my parents

•My science teacher LOVES animals. We have, at the moment, 2 Madagascar hissing cockroaches, 9 frogs, 4 salamanders, a praying mantis, 2 centipedes, a fish, 3 earthworms, and two butterflies. We hold kiva votes for what they’re named and they are named, in order: Bill, Frank, Fireball, Buttsworth, Charley, Lean Cuisine, Kermit, Mayo, Kanye, Hopscotch, Katniss, Spot, Alex, Alex Jr, Cheddar Jack, Brain, Centi, Cent, Wallace, Big Bertha, Filthy Frank, Squirm, and two nameless butterflies.

•Basically my whole band experience

•In Maths class, we somehow started talking about why there always needed to be two people in the school’s shady-ass elevator, and I yelled “So if it gets stuck you have something to eat!”

•Some kid said he wanted me and two of my friends to die because we were playing Hit the Pot and my friend gave him a red flag

•I got sent to the guidance counselor and spilled my zen garden all over the floor

•Someone released the salamanders in the kiva, and we still haven’t found the fourth one

•I got hit with a bierstein in the locker room

•Someone told me “You are not a good person” so I told her “Someone give Sherlock a crumpet for solving the case!” and walked away. I did get a write-up though

•The lunch lady gave me 0.50 discount because she overhead my previous conversation and said that she “liked my spunk”

•Some kid smuggled her dog into school with her hoodie

•I got a write-up for saying “pianississimo sounds like a rapper”

•Mayo the frog jumped out of her tank and bit the teacher when she tried to put her back

•Nature’s Classroom

•Some kid electrocuted the water in the science room

•We were in health class, and someone asked “What happens if you’re ‘doing it’ and your stick breaks?” so the teacher went over and broke a fucking ruler

•Someone aledgedly took a shit in the sink of the boy’s bathroom

•The band hates the choir, and vice versa, and once I (a trumpet player) went into the choir room to deliver a paper, and I got an entire chair thrown at me.

•"Ask me what comes after 8.“

“What comes after 8-”

“NEIN”

•One technology teacher was ready to sacrifice a kid, and the kid was 100% on board with the idea

•Someone knocked an entire urinal out of the wall in the language kiva. Mrs. Davids, the English teacher that’s famous for being cranky and her terrible case of RBF, gave our whole class a discussion on how to properly use the toilets, and she said, and I quote, “keep both feet on the floor” “aim for the bowl” “only one person in a stall” then got angry when we started stifling laughter. “Stop laughing, it’s not funny!”