#yknow that voice telling you to throw your phone out the window?

[llamagoddessofficial]

Just curious… what would it take for Skull to finally break through in the DCA au?

Here are a few of the situations that could allow Skull to surface.

Generally, Skull doesn't try to make a break for it. He's grown accustomed to being in the passenger seat, and he's usually too distracted feeling exactly what the other two are feeling to be thinking all that hard about escaping. Also, taking control is a lot of mental effort, considering how the other two will be fighting so hard to get him back down again... he sees/hears/feels exactly what they do, so he doesn't feel like he's missing out on much.

Breaks for it tend to happen when there's a dissonance in what Skull is feeling vs. what the current controller of the body is feeling.

High emotions. When tempers flare Sans and Red aren't concentrating on keeping him down, and his pushes are more successful. This can be disastrous, considering they all share a body/mind and what makes them upset tends to make him upset too- Skull might get so mad he needs to step in. Whoever was stupid enough to piss off the DCA might find themselves seeing a flash of purple before they mysteriously awaken in a hospital bed.

... That could also mean good high emotions, though. For example... the cute daycare assistant just arrived for work and everyone's happy to see her, and Skull suddenly desperately wants to be the one to greet her.

Equally, very mellow moments might allow him to slip through. If Red/Sans are tired, or very chilled out, they might not even notice he's pushed into the driver's seat. A kiss from a lovely assistant might cause a few seconds of flustered purple staring.

He sometimes gets out when Sans/Red are switching places. Especially if the switch was unexpected; ie, a light turning on without warning. He'd only really get a few seconds with that one, though.

If Skull gets extremely excited about something, his happy stims bleed through into Red or Sans' movements.

Any sign language Red/Sans use is them asking Skull to talk for them.

There's only one thing that would guarantee him coming out- the mishandling of a child by Red or Sans. This very rarely happens, because they share all the same childcare protocols and skills, but... at the end of the day, they were built to deal with different kinds of kid. Red's best with hyperactive toddlers, Sans is best with small tots and babies, Skull is best with kids with complex care needs. If a child is having a meltdown and Sans/Red aren't handling it properly, nothing can stop Skull. He notices when the lights are too bright. He notices when the snack textures are too much, when the blankets are too tight/not tight enough, when it's too loud, when there's too many kids and the social pressure becomes too great. He sees things Red and Sans don't see.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 3- dried flowers

Season 2, ep 2

Series masterlist

Mentions of drugs, some comfort/fluff, ntm goin on in this chapter but :3 I’m trying to grow the relationship yknow

Summary: rafe tries once again to get be the best for Ward, your dad disappears, rafe is the only one to help you and he’s off to Nassau with his dad the next day.

Days had passed since the funeral, and Rafe had his arms tightly wrapped around your body, the warmth radiating from your body enough to lull him to sleep.

And just when he thought that he wouldn’t have to deal with anything, when he thought he was safe in his dreams, he was woken up by a whisper and a hand on his shoulder.

“Rafe.”

He jolted, turning around to look at Ward, then glancing back at you to make sure you’re still asleep.

“I need your help.”

He hesitated to leave you, but he gave you one last glance before standing up and throwing on the discarded shirt on the floor, following Ward outside.

“I need you to just stay calm and stay quiet, okay? Okay?”

“Yeah.” Rafe replied. Ward slowly took the tarp off from behind his truck, clearing his throat.

“What is that?” Rafe asked, his voice shaking as he stared at what laid in front of him.

“It’s a body, son.”

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, throwing up his arms and turning around out of panic.

“Oh my God, it’s a body?” He repeated, his voice louder. This was insane.

“Sh.”

“I gotta know, did you do this? Whose… whose body is it?” He pointed to it, panting.

“It doesn’t matter, Rafe-“

“It doesn’t matter? What are you talking about? Whose body is it, dad?”

“Be quiet.” Ward spoke, holding his hand out to stop him.

“You need to tell me whose body that is! Whose body is it, huh?” He shouted. Ward was quick to cover Rafe’s mouth, his talking was muffled.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop talking.” He said through gritted teeth. “It’s Gavin.”

“Gavin?”

“Gavin.”

“Wait, the pilot?” He shoved Wards hands off his face, taking steps back and looking at the body.

“I don’t.. I don’t understand, what’d he do?” His eyes were glossy, he paused. “What’d he do? What he’d do?”

“He was trying to blackmail us, son. I-“ he took a deep breath.

“What? Blackmail? What are you talking about!” He desperately just wanted to be back in bed now, forget this ever happened and just lay with you again.

“That day at the… on the tarmac when you shot Peterkin, I needed to trust him because I needed him to fly the plane to the Bahamas. Okay?”

“Right.” Rafe was hyperventilating at this point.

“I gave him the gun, the gun that you used, and I told him to throw it out the window over the ocean on his way to the Bahamas. But he didn’t.”

Rafe turned to face him now, his eyebrows furrowed.

“He kept it.”

“Wait, wait, wait, what… what do you mean, he kept it?”

“He kept it. He kept the gun that you killed Peterkin with so he could blackmail us for more money.”

“Why would he do that?” He turned back to the body now.

“He was gonna turn you in, Rafe. He said you were a psychopath and he wasn’t going to jail for you. Now will you please help me carry him to the boat?”

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The sun rose, the yellow sun peaking in from behind the curtains. You had a small smile on your face as you woke up, you began to reach out for Rafe, but realized his spot was empty. You opened your eyes.

You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing your phone and looking at the time and date.

Shit.

You had 5 missed calls, from your dad. You stood up, not wasting any time as you grabbed your keys and ran downstairs, straight past the family and shut the door quietly, getting into the car and heading home.

They just gave each other looks and brushed it off.

—

“I’m sorry, dad.” You said as soon as you stepped into the house. But he wasn’t there.

“Dad?” You repeated, worry growing. The back door was slung open.

“Shit.” You mumbled, going to the bathroom and opening up the medicine cabinet. He had taken every pill he had in there, then you went to his usual spot.

Every joint, every needle, every bit of coke, everything he had was gone with him. You tried to call him back multiple times, but he didn’t answer.

Knowing him, he was dead or running away from the cops.

You opened the drawer, searching for the gun he usually had.

“Shit. This is all my fault. This is all my fucking fault!” You shouted, running a hand through your hair and kicking the bottles on the floor, they shattered as soon as they hit the ground.

You choked out a sob, leaning against the wall. Maybe you were overreacting, you thought. But you knew what happened when he was gone and brought his stuff with him.

This week was not your week.

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Rafe 🩷:

Sorry for leaving you this morning. I had to go do something. How you feeling?

You stared at the text, not sure how to reply. You had told him about your dad over a call, you called him panicking.

“It’s okay, dw about it. I’m fine.” was all you said back.

Rafe 🩷:

If it makes you feel any better I can take you out tomorrow.

“I can’t. Sorry.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. He had made you upset, he thought.

“Girlfriend troubles?” Barry chuckled from beside him. Rafe glared at him.

“Think you have bigger problems than her, country club.” He was referencing the gun he failed to find.

Rafe shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah. I know.” He mumbled, throwing on his helmet and driving away from Barry’s trailer and to the hellhole that was known as Tannyhill.

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“I looked everywhere. I swear to God.” Rafe told Ward. Ward paced around the dock, groaning.

“I know. I’m not mad at you. I’m just-“

“Listen, if those pogues got the gun we can just say John B stole it, yeah?”

Ward turned to him now, spluttering. “Yeah. He lived at the house. He’s… he’s a known thief. Absolutely, yes. Yes. What about the car?”

“I left the car at the airstrip.”

“That’s perfect. That’s good work. Thank you, Rafe, thank you.” Ward spoke, Rafe nodded. Ward began to walk away, before turning back to his son.

“Listen buddy, I uh… I have to fly to the Bahamas tomorrow, and I… would you go with me?”

Rafe’s eyes widened. Finally, he noticed him. “Yes, sir.”

“All right. It’ll be good to get you out of here. Honestly, I… just feel like I need someone to have my back, you know?”

“I got that.”

“You got that?”

“All day.”

“You do, don’t you?” Ward said. Rafe nodded slowly. Ward put his hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, bud.”

“Yeah.” A smile was on Rafe’s face, watching Ward walk away.

That smile disappeared and he had one thing left on his mind when he went back onto his motorcycle.

He went to the nearest open store, buying the best bouquet he could find. Along with your favorite snack, and drove straight over to the cut.

The cut was one place he was not welcomed. As he drove down the streets, he ignored the stares and whispers. You heard a motorcycle pull up, getting up from your spot on the couch and looking outside.

It was Rafe. You looked at him, confused as he stepped up to your door, holding out some flowers and snacks for you.

“Hey.” He spoke first.

“Hi.” You whispered, your gaze dropping to the ground.

“Can I.. come in?”

You nodded, opening the door more for the man. It made you slightly embarrassed, the mess. He looked around.

“Sorry. It’s a…” you struggled to close the door, the hinges broken. He set down the stuff and helped you.

“It’s a shithole.” You mumbled, a quiet laugh following.

“No, no, you’re fine. It’s fine. I came here for you.”

You stared at him, the tears already welling in your eyes again. You wiped your eyes.

“Sorry. Today’s been…” you sniffled.

“Interesting. Believe me, I know.” He chuckled. You sat down on the couch and told him to as well.

“I don’t really have a vase or anything..” you told him when he handed you the flowers.

“Oh. Shit.” He chuckled. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I love them. Me and my brother used to air dry them, actually. It keeps them just as beautiful and preserves them.” You spoke with a smile, and pointed to one of the only pieces of decoration in this house, admiring the flowers you had in your hands.

“Really? That’s… interesting. Don’t think I’ve ever heard of that. They’re pretty.” He nodded to the flowers hanging on the wall.

You nodded and put the flowers down onto the table now, turning to him.

“How’d the whole… gun thing go?”

He swallowed. “Didn’t find it. But if anyone does we have a plan. Everything’s good. Nothing you need to worry about.

“That’s good.” You hummed.

“But uh, listen… I wanted to let you know that I’m going to the Bahamas tomorrow. With my dad.”

You stayed silent for a moment. “Oh. Okay.”

“You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. Why should you not go because of me?”

“I’m worried about you.” He mumbled, his hand going to your face, rubbing his thumb on the bottom of your lip.

“Don’t be.”

“I always am.”

You just leaned into his touch, getting comfortable with him. You got closer and put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

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“Rafe, I didn’t just bring you here because I need your help. I wanna show you something.”

“Is this the deal you’ve been working on?” Rafe asked, throwing his bag onto the couch.

“You could say that.” He went over to the safe, and began to push buttons. “You ready?” He asked, turning to Rafe.

“What you got in there? The hope diamond?”

The both laughed and Ward opened it. Rafe’s eyes widened, turning to Ward.

“Is that real?” He asked, shocked.

“Son, that’s the realest thing there is.”

“How…” rafe said, Ward handing him a piece of gold. He picked it up.

“I found it.”

“You found… you found the royal merchant?”

“It’s what all this has been about. All this gold, it’s ours now.”

“Jesus.”

“It can’t bring your sister back, but it can save us. By the time hurricane agatha hit, we were in a financial hole. A deep one. Not in a hole any more.” He handed him some more.

“I mean, I’m looking… I’m looking at what here?”

“Half a billion.”

“Half a billion. Oh my God.” He mumbled, walking out into the balcony, his hands on his head. “Holy shit!” He screamed.

“Dad! What? How is this possible, huh?”

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Who knew transporting gold could get so messy?

He held the gun in his hands, holding it to John B. At least that’s who he meant to shoot. Instead, when he shot it, the bullet grazed Sarah. Rafe noticed.

The two now were sitting, waiting.

“It was her. That was her, right? That was Sarah.”

“It was her. Yeah.” Rafe rasped out.

Ward nodded. “She’s alive. I don’t know what the hell you were doing, though. Shooting a gun right at her. She’s lucky you didn’t hit her. Can’t be shootin’ a gun-“

“I did.”

“What?” Ward turned to him.

“I hit her.” He whispered.

“You shot Sarah?”

“I was trying to shoot John B, okay? It was an accident, she stepped in the way.”

“Is she okay?”

“I did not mean to shoot her.”

Wards fuckin’ golden child. He thought.

“Okay. Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”

“But I don’t care that I did.”

“What did you say? Rafe, that is your sister, okay?”

“My sister?”

“Yes, your sister.”

“The one who- the one who stole from us? The one who had her boyfriend pointing a gun at us, right? Get the blinders off.”

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Taglist: @cassie0sstuff @rafesgiirl @fals3-g0d @tiaamberxx

[strawbeelemonade]

Would it be possible for you to do romantic headcanons but for gwen stacy?

of course you can! i had fun with these >:) my girl is not getting enough love,,, she's literally the silly,,,

ROMANTIC HEADCANNONS: Gwen stacy

why is it so hard to find gwen stacy gifs >:( had to go aHSCROUNGING

🕷 - she’d flirt with you as spider woman.

🕷 - maybe it’s the mask, but she finds it easier to say what she’s thinking when you can't see her face.

🕷 - just like Miles, she deepens her voice but she constantly slips out of it because!! She forgets and you give her butterflies!!

🕷 - she’d feel a bit silly, assure her that you think its cute for me please!

🕷 - if there’s ever a time that you need rescuing she will BE THERE

🕷 - that’s her moment. she is WAY TOO READY.

🕷 - she’s so ready in fact that she might end up jumping the gun a bit when nothing all that serious happens…

🕷 - “WOAH-! Easy there- That was a close one… wouldn’t want you Getting hurt. ahah.."

🕷 - no Gwen 😭 they looked both ways before stepping out in to the road when no cars were coming please.

🕷 - are you really complaining though? you're in spider woman’s arms! cmon.

🕷 - if there’s ever a moment something really happens, then all other thoughts leave her head as she pivots around mid swing and launches herself to catch you.

🕷 - she’ll have you by your waist by one hand, her super strength and sticky grip will keep you on her hip securely, rest assured. slowing both of your descents to a screeching halt with a single strand of webbing.

🕷 - if you wrap your arms around her neck she will be on cloud 9

🕷 - you find yourself slipping away from social situations more and more

🕷 - it doesn’t matter where you both are or what your doing, if she gets a hold of you she’ll start pulling you to the nearest exit or window, cmon, she knows a great spot.

🕷 - she can sit and talk to you for hours, listening to your voice makes her physically decompress.

🕷 - "what kind of spray do you use..? its really nice."

🕷 - when your feet meet the floor she’ll hold you steady if you stumble

🕷 - she’s got you, she won’t let you fall ever again. She promises you that.

🕷 - your time with her after is incredibly brief, because pretty soon the police are pulling up nearby and that means she's gotta run.

🕷 - she tries to lift her hand off of you, but her instincts are telling her not to let you go, so she sticks HAGSAHGSAGHSV

🕷 - h... hang on give her a second...

🕷 - sorry! its gonna feel like ripping duct tape off your bare skin.

🕷 - she just!... She doesn't know when shes gonna get to see you again.

🕷 - she hasn't even asked your name, she has couple dozen things lined up to ask you.

🕷 - are you ok? who are you?? are you into blondes??

🕷 - but she's running out of time, and the police are drawing closer

🕷 - so she thinks fast, and she offers to give you her number.

🕷 - what, why? oh, yknow... in case anything else happens. definetely just that.

🕷 - when you accept she has to reel In her excitement a bit,

🕷 - she tries playing it off she's so cute.

🕷 - right after she punches the last number into your phone she's been spotted. and she flees for her life,

🕷 - you're left standing there breathless.

🕷 - thats the start of how you both met. from then on your worlds begin to revolve around eachother.

🕷 - messages between you both go from alerting her to criminal sightings.

🕷 - too sending her news articles about the crimes she's solved and congratulating her.

🕷 - too memes which spur friendly conversation and eventually offers to meet up.

🕷 - you have her as ’The Muscle’ in your phone. when she catches a glimps of it it makes her go a bit bashful, aw.

🕷 - the closer you both get the less confident she becomes.

🕷 - she’ll tuck her hair behind her ear a for the 4th time within the conversation and she’ll want to throw herself off a cliff LMAO.

🕷 - you leave her feeling so light and giddy. She feels childish for it, but she can’t help it!

🕷 - even her dad notices, which leads to a really… awkward conversation.

🕷 - “so… how’s your, uh, friend?”

🕷 - “Y/N?” She’d sit up quickly at the sound of your name and then realise that friends don’t normally go red In the face when someone bring the other up. “they’re!… fine.”

🕷 - “good! That’s good…”

🕷 - …

🕷 - “…would you… like to invite them over for dinner sometime?”

🕷 - George Stacy sees how happy you make his daughter and he immediately takes a shine to you.

🕷 - he tries to do the whole “whatever you do to my daughter I’ll do to you” schtick

🕷 - but he literally can’t commit, the way that Gwen is looking at you from across the table is indescribable.

🕷 - his heart clenches. Even this early on in meeting you he knows you’re good for her. You make her open up like nothing he’s ever seen. not since they lost Peter.

🕷 - George will end up really caring for you after not too long.

🕷 - he WILL offer to chauffeur you both in his police cruiser for dates. Pls let him, he wants to be useful! he’ll be your guys’ biggest supporter.

🕷 - you’ll know you’ve earned his favour when your standing in the door to their apartment, and just before you both part ways he’ll plants a hand on your shoulder, the other resting on his belt, and tells you in no uncertain terms that if you ever get in any trouble, then you can call him.

🕷 - Gwen will show you her room <3

🕷 - PLS SHES SO SHY HAGHGGHARFSXKYTD

🕷 - she’ll stand in the middle of the floor rubbing her arm as she watches you look around.

🕷 - she’s a cuddler

🕷 - especially when you both sleep beside each other

🕷 - she’ll cling to you in her sleep, tight, like she’s scared you’ll disappear

🕷 - good luck getting out of her arms, especially with her sticky hands.

🕷 - you will find yourself slipping away from social situations more often when you're with her.

🕷 - it doesn’t matter where you both are or what you're doing, if she gets a hold of you she’ll start pulling you to the nearest exit or window, cmon, she knows a great spot.

🕷 - she can sit and talk to you for hours, listening to your voice makes her physically decompress.

🕷 - she feels so calm when you nearby.

🕷 - she'll love it if you run your fingers through her hair.

🕷 - while she's only in a band for a shortwhile, you'd be her biggest supporter.

🕷 - the nights she plays she'll invite you to watch. you're in the front row cheering her on.

🕷 - teenage girls can be a bit mean, so her bandmates might tease her a bit, but she isn't even listening. she'll just be watching youspider.

🕷 - they seemed cool in the movie but just incase.

🕷 - she loves kissing your nose! almost as much as your lips

🕷 - if shes in the mask and there isn't time for a proper kiss she'll gently boop her nose into yours before saying goodbye.

[sugar-omi]

Incoming ramble I wanna hear you’re thoughts on this cause it’s been on my brain for a little bit and it’s got me in my feels

K so I forget if it’s in the step 3 prologue or in the Drive moment but either way when on the topic of Cove leaving for Nevada every now and again and choosing how your MC feels about it there’s the option to choose that it makes you sad and nervous specifically because the little 8 year old in you (who remember was probably HORRENDOUSLY lonely) was scared that Cove was gonna leave and never come back

Now that option alone already gets to me (cause I relate to it hard cough cough) but just imagine the MC actually confessing to Cove about that fear!! Obviously the MC doesn’t want to make Cove stop going cause yknow he’s literally going to see his own mom but MC also can’t deny that there’s that sad lonely little kid inside their head who just doesn’t want to be left alone again so they’re kinda just stuck in the dilemma. But soon enough after feeling well enough to admit it they finally tell Cove about it and get to actually work it out!!!

It just- AUGH ITS GOT ME EMOTIONAL MAN I CANT-

cove would actually feel so relieved omg bc it makes him sad too and he misses you, ofc ik he says that no matter what but I think he also worries abt leaving n nevering coming back

very traumatized from the move after his mom n dad divorced n he tried to run away bc he missed krya, yk 😟

reassures you that he'll always come back, and that if that did happen he'd prbly try to run away to see you LOL

would offer to take you with him!!! if you're dating ofc you need to work it out w his mom a bit more than necessary but she wouldn't mind if you stayed over or came to hang out w them

I imagine krya spends a Lotta time at work anyway since she can't be on leave the entire time he visits, so she'd be relieved that he has someone to keep him conpany

he talks abt you so much anyway, it's like you're basically there w them already

if you can't or don't want to go with him, he'd video call you sm more

sends lots of pictures n texts and voice messages

tells you basically everything abt his day and sends gm and gn texts

NO VOICE MESSAGES

omg...

coves sleepy, raspy voice saying "good morning" (

sounds like this, would even call you sunshine like sonny did!!!😭😭

I'm falling apart

mmm if he's gone a long time he'd prbly even come see you, or meet you half way

which is stressful bc he has a long drive but he would bc he's crazy abt you

omg gives you a shirt of his.

BUYS MATCHING SHIRTS

omg and asks you what you're wearing every day until you say that shirt n he wears it like "omg!!! what a coincidence!!!!" babe we know u did it on purpose PLEASE

sends you flowers

n by send you flowers I mean asks his dad to pick up some flowers and deliver them to you

sends his dad money too but cliff would prbly pay for them once or twice bc he thinks this is so chge n send the money back to cove so cove is like "dad!!!" n just makes an order on his card bc his dad is so stubborn😭😭

cliff is actually in love w your guys relationship he's so happy,,, pls

I should write some hc's on how cliff feels abt you guys dating bc my man's is so happy!!!! pls. OK anyway

OMG YOU VIDEO CALL N EAT TOGETHER

will ask what you're eating n have the same thing if he can

OMG HE PICKS UP ONE TIME AND HE'S RUNNING ACROSS THE STREET N HES LIKE "WAIT DONT EAT YET I GOTTA PICK UP THE FOOD"

n you can just see his chin, the sky and then it's like kinda black n then for some reason u can see the floor and then he's like "sorry" and he starts running back to his car AGAIN

and so he delicately places the phone down n is panting n just goes, "sorry. I'm ready now" *throws his head back* "omg gimme a minute... man. climbing thru your window really came in handy"

KISSES THE SCREEN

big "mmmmwaahhh!!!"

or tiny "mweh", no in between

falling asleep on the phone too

WOULD TUCK THE PHONE IN.. OMG STOP IT

he's totally normal abt you I swear

[neoheros]

how would haikyuu boys handle spending the night together? feat. kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei

kuroo tetsuro

the first time you and kuroo spent the night together was a wednesday evening when you didn’t even plan on staying over

his parents left town for the day and it was a better time than any other to have you spend the afternoon

you were still both in your uniforms and with the school day you just had, it was safe to say that you deserved to lay on top of him on the couch while your hands are in his hair

you were tired from school and he was tired from practice

you barely even spoke to each other that afternoon, all you remember was him offering to take a nap with you in his bed and you being too sleepy to decline

you changed into one of his sweatshirts and a pair of shorts and when he saw you he just 🥺

kuroo: are we really that tired tho 👉👈

you, blinking: yes

the nap was so deep and peaceful that the only reason you woke up from it was because of the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway

that’s when you realize that you’ve actually spent the night and the bright light that’s been annoying your eyes for the past 2 minutes was the sun rising

you shift from your place but kuroo’s right grip on your waist only worsened as he pulled you closer to his chest

“stop moving so much,” he mumbles groggily, refusing to open his eyes as he snuggles against your shoulder blade

you panic, “kuroo we’re gonna be late,”

he takes a while to respond but you feel him nod softly against your skin, “we can skip first period,”

then you hear the front door open, your heart racing because kuroo clearly doesn’t have any plans on getting up soon

you try your best to push him away from you but the more you do the more his tightening his grip, too tired to open his eyes

you, panicking: if you don’t wake up now i’m breaking up with you

kuroo, mumbling: hmm we’ll get back together it’s okay

he’s pressing quick kisses against your shoulder and you almost swoon over the infatuated look he had on

“we should do this more often,” kuroo says, his voice quiet and you’re debating with yourself if he’s choosing not to hear his parents downstairs

you shift, “i know, i like this too, but your parents are home and i don’t want their first impression of me to be like this,”

he finally opens his eyes and lets go of the grip he had on you, you jump out of bed, hearing the footsteps from the stairs

“tetsu, are you awake yet?” his mom’s voice blared as she knocked on his door

you wanted to laugh as the panic set on your boyfriend’s face but you found yourself frozen still when you realize that this meant trouble if she found you in there

“kuroo, i swear to god, i will not let this be the first time your mom meets me,” you tell him in a hushed tone, quickly picking up your clothes

“yup!” he shouts back, and the first thing he could do when the doorknob twisted was shove you in his open closet

you yelp at the suddenness but you held the door closed as your pressed against his clothes in extreme tightness

“you’ll be late,” his mom says, entering his room

kuroo nods, “i’m actually skipping first period, my head hurts,”

there’s sweat on his forehead and his mom crosses her arms with a look

“fine,” she says, sighing, “your dad and i are going grocery shopping this morning so make sure to lock up before you go back to bed.”

kuroo lets out a breath of relief, walking his mom out the door and he shuffles to lock it before opening the closet to a rather agitated you

kuroo: i mean hey at least now we can have the morning in peace 😌

you, throwing a pillow at him: i hate you

kuroo, pulling you back in bed: hmm we’ll drive by starbucks before heading to school

you: i hate you less

tsukishima kei

first of all, sleeping with him is one thing and waking up next to him is another

he’s so stiff and on guard the whole time that you’d think he’s physically repulsed by the idea of you being beside him all night

you: i can take the floor, it’s really not a big deal

tsukki: are you kidding i’m not letting you sleep on the floor

you: wait aw 🥺

tsukki: at least take the couch

you can tell he’s anxious with the whole thing and you curse yourself for thinking it was a good enough time for the both of you to have a sleepover

but he’s just been away a lot from all the volleyball tournaments and it’s been so long since the two of you hung out that when he asked if you wanted to stay over you couldn’t say no

so now you’re left awkwardly sitting on his bed at 11 pm after the two of you finished a movie with nothing else to do

he eyes you down, you’re wearing one of his shirts which were obviously too big and a pair of sweats that you brought along

he glances at his watch, a faint pink on his face as he avoids your gaze

you: wait are you shy like are you actually

tsukki: hey remember when you offered to sleep on the floor

the two of you decide to just let tiredness take over you when you feel like it so you spend the next two hours in each other’s arms as you both scroll through tiktok

his nerves have calm down but you still feel the faint racing of his heart when you laugh from a video you see

you, internally: 🥺👉👈

but then you realize that hours have passed and neither of you are still tired enough to seriously lay down next to each other and try to sleep

tsukishima: do you want to go out for a drive?

you: it’s 3 am

tsukishima: ?

you: i like the way you think

AND ITS JUST SO !! FRICKEN !! ADORABLE !!!

he hands you an extra hoodie of his because it’s cold outside and he absolutely refuses to drive unless you put your seatbelt on

so it’s 3 am and the two of you are at a starbucks drivethru ordering too much caffeine for people who’re trying to fall asleep

you both end up chilling in their parking lot all morning just scrolling through twitter or tiktok and sometimes you’d feel him glance up at you from his phone but you decide not to mention it

you: why don’t we spend time like this more often

tsukishima: i honestly think you’ll find me boring if we hang out for more than an hour :/

you, soft: it actually takes less than an hour 🥺

before the two of you realize it you’ve fallen asleep in his car at a starbucks with the windows down and the 1975 blaring in the radio

you wake up first from the sunlight and you won’t deny the way your heart skipped a beat when you noticed how tsukki took off his hoodie to put on your thighs

you take off his glasses from his face, giving him a quick peck on the forehead before making sure he was comfortable and warm in his seat

he must’ve been tired and you really hope that you didn’t wake him up when you left the car to order more coffee for the both of you

akaashi keiji

THIS BOY IS AN ANGEL

he’s asleep by 10 pm and he’ll wake up at 8 just like he’s used to because he’s the most perfect boy in the world with the most perfect sleep schedule

you know of this fact and it bugs you cause sometimes you just really wanna facetime him at 3 am or reference him tiktoks that you found funny that day

so when he offered you a chance to stay over you were kinda on the rocks about it

you: yknow i sleep at 4 am right

akaashi: ... by choice?

you: at this point my body just shuts down when it wants to

akaashi, alarmed: oh

regardless of this fact, you could never turn down akaashi, it was like hard wired in your brain to never ever decline him and can you really blame yourself he’s 🥺

he insisted to stay up with you instead of you trying to fall asleep next to him at 9 pm but you just couldn’t put him through that

you put down your phone and even if it did feel odd to close your eyes without the sun rising, the sudden embrace by your boyfriend immediately made you forget about everything else

sleeping next to akaashi is utter heaven

he’s got his hand over your waist and his scent just envelops you in a non overpowering way

his fingers trail under your shirt and you shiver at how gentle they are

akaashi, under his breath: thank you for doing this

you, ready to risk it all: due to personal reasons i will be passing away ❤️

he places a quick kiss on your forehead before letting go of you and turning to his side

you felt like asking him back to you but you knew how tired he must’ve been so you don’t budge

you’re left staring at his room’s ceiling and you don’t know how long you did that but the next time you checked your phone it was already 1 am in the morning

you, internally: it’s like a talent omfg

aside from the fact that you’re close to tears as you think about how you stared at a ceiling for 3 hours straight because you didn’t want to go to sleep that much you stop fighting the inevitable

you prop yourself up on his headboard, careful not to wake him up beside you and start to go through what you usually do most nights

you’re so caught up on the tiktoks that you barely notice akaashi stirring from beside you before pulling the comforter over his head

he’s awake at this point and the silly grin on his face can’t be fought as he looks at you so indebted in what you watched

he leans against your shoulder, tired eyes and all whilst stifling back a yawn

you, sleepy: sorry for waking you

akaashi, just as sleepy: that’s ok, i like this better

the two of you spend the rest of the morning against each other on his headboard as you scroll through the contents of your phone

once akaashi realizes that you’ve fallen asleep, he gently pushes you back down on the pillows and your hands immediately make their way to embrace him

he will 100% take pictures before getting himself comfortable next to you, a soft smile on his face as he snuggles against your neck

akaashi, turning off his alarms: we can sleep in tomorrow

[spohkh]

miracle on cornelia street [dean/castiel]

so BASICALLY sarah @adanceinasnowglobe and i were talking about what everyone would be up to post-series -- yknow, like, now that theyre all safe and healthy n everythings cool and destiel is officially together. yknow. as happened in canon -- and we were like so obviously destiel get a house, and thats kind of the basis of this verse so !! this is the foundational fic for what i HOPE will be a series of fun lil day-in-the-life drabbles, from both me and sarah!! 

ehehehe :-) enjoy!

read on AO3

The house is a quaint thing, sitting low and snug under a pair of shady oak trees in a quiet suburb just outside of downtown Lawrence. Its brickwork face is weathered—definitely in need of a good power wash—and the roof is just as worn. The bottom step to the porch slants unevenly, and the porch itself has cracks in the concrete. There are chips in the paint on the window frames, the iron porch railing is rusting, and who knows when the gutters were last given a proper cleaning.

There’s a lot of work to be done, but standing there in the small front lawn, Dean Winchester can’t say if he’s ever seen anyplace else so perfect as the house at 3767 Cornelia Street. Dean’s house—his home. His home with Cas.

“Can you believe it?” he quietly says to Miracle, who has been sitting patiently by Dean’s leg. Miracle tilts her head and wags her tail. Dean looks back up at the house. “Yeah, me neither.”

The sound of a familiar car rumbling up the road snaps Dean out of his reverie. He rubs a knuckle at his eye and clears his throat and tries to look like he hadn’t been standing in his front yard about to cry while talking to his dog, christ.

The car rolls to a stop on the curb just in front of the house. The driver’s side door opens, and Sam slowly unfolds his ridiculous limbs as he gets out. It’s always a wonder how he can fit himself into a car at all. Sam gives a dorky little wave as he ambles over to where Dean is standing.

Dean peers behind Sam, trying to see into the car. “What, no Eileen?”

“Hello to you, too. Dick,” he replies snarkily. “She’s wrapping up a work thing. She’ll come over when she’s done.”

Dean sucks his teeth in disappointment. “Ah, well. Guess you can go home then.” Sam shoves at his shoulder. Dean just laughs and pulls Sam in for a proper hello hug.

“Why are you standing out here, anyway?” Sam asks when they part.

“Can’t a man just hang out in his own front yard? Accompanied by a dashing canine companion?” He leans down to pat Miracle on the head.

“I guess…” Sam looks down at Miracle. When she tips her head up and gazes back at him, Sam snorts.

“What?”

“Miracle on Cornelia Street,” Sam says with mirth.

Dean squints at him. “What?” he repeats, now more incredulous.

“You know—like Miracle on 34th Street. But we’re on Cornelia, so.” He nods down at the dog. “Miracle on Cornelia Street.”

“Dude.” Dean rolls his eyes at Sam’s goofy grin and starts walking up the path to the house, Miracle trotting behind him. “Shut up and come inside already.”

Sam follows after him, pausing just inside the threshold as he spots something on the doorframe. “Oh, classy,” he says, throwing a sardonic look to where D.W. and C.W. are scratched into the wood.

“Just wait,” Dean jokes with a toothy smile, “when I got the time I’m gonna draw a little heart around it.” He was joking, but now that he said it, he kind of wanted to.

Cas looks up from the stove when they walk into the dining room. He’s wearing one of Dean’s old AC/DC tees, the logo all but worn away from being washed so many times. He’s usually in some ratty tee or other when lounging around these days. But in honor of Sam’s visit today (Cas’ words) and to seem a little more dressy short of donning his usual button-downs (Dean’s private opinion), he’s also wearing the cable-knit cardigan Sam got him as a gift last Christmas. “Hi, Sam.”

Sam leans against the counter that separates the dining and kitchen areas, craning his giraffe neck to catch a glimpse at the stove. “Hey, Cas! What’cha cooking?”

“Nothing. Dean made it. I was just watching the pot so it didn’t boil over.” He locks eyes with Dean, his intent stare very clearly communicating I did not touch the chili I added nothing I did not touch the dial I was just watching it like you asked so don’t even start.

Dean just smiles as he walks past the counter and steps into Cas’ space. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, and busses Cas on the cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Cas replies warmly. He’s gazing up at Dean with those summer afternoon blue eyes, standing in one of Dean’s shirts and that dorky cardigan, and Dean starts to get full of that feeling from out in the front yard again. If they were alone, Dean would probably say something recklessly sappy like I am so stupid in love with you.

As it is, Dean clears his throat and turns back to Sam, slinging an arm around Cas’ shoulders, and says, “He did the salad.”

Cas sneaks him a knowing look before, thankfully, putting his attention on Sam without commenting on Dean’s hasty redirection. “I did the salad,” Cas agrees blithely, and places the salad bowl on the counter for Sam to see, seeming pleased with himself.

Sam looks between the two of them, an amused tilt to his eyebrow that Dean implicitly distrusts. He’s definitely thinking mocking thoughts about the two of them. But he just quirks a smile and says, “It looks great.” Shrewd little diplomat.

Cas shifts to the side to see past Sam’s shoulder. Sam glances behind himself before shooting Cas a confused look.

“She’s still at work,” Dean tells Cas, guessing who he’s looking for. “Sadly.”

“What, am I not good enough?”

“Of course you are,” Cas promises earnestly, just as Dean says, “Well…”

Sam’s opening his mouth to retort, probably something absolutely scathing, when his phone chimes. He pulls it out of his pocket, a smile spreading over his face. “Speak of the devil,” he says, then tips his head with a grimace, “as it were. That was Eileen. She’ll be here soon, so I’m gonna go wash up.”

“Bathroom’s down the hall—“

“Dude, I know where it is. I did help you guys move in.”

Dean spreads his hands in assent. “Fine, christ, I swear never to be a good host to you in my home ever again. Go ahead and go take your dump now.”

“I’m not gonna—ohmygodnevermind.” He turns on his heel and huffs down the hall, Miracle trotting after him, the tags on her collar clinking together jauntily.

Dean reaches past Cas to turn the burner off, then lands his hand on Cas’ hip. “Have I told you today how cute you are in that sweater?”

“Yes.” Cas brings his hands up to cradle Dean’s face. “Four times.”

“Make it five.” Dean kisses him. He pulls Cas into a hug, pressing his face against Castiel’s shoulder. They sway into each other. After a warm moment, Dean says in a low voice, “The first family dinner in our house.”

Cas hums a soft, contented sound in agreement. “The first of many,” he responds, just as quiet. Dean squeezes him tighter. He knows they’re both thinking about Jack and Claire, their bedrooms sitting empty and waiting for whenever they can find the time to visit—and Kaia and Alex and Jody with Claire, if they can, and Charlie and her girlfriend, and Bobby, and all the other wayward extensions of their sprawling family caught out in the wind. Their house isn’t big enough to host everyone, but with Sam and Eileen up the block and the bunker just a few miles out, there’s plenty of room to put up people who come out their way. Dean has the hope that 3767 Cornelia Street becomes a common pitstop for folks—a suburban Roadhouse, a tidier (much tidier) Singer Salvage.

Dean presses a kiss against Cas’ neck, and Cas breathes a sweet little sigh that pushes all thoughts about future dinners right out the window. Fuck, this dinner could go out the window, for all he cares. He kisses a little higher up, right under Cas’ jawline, before pulling back to catch Castiel’s darkened gaze. “How ‘bout we ditch the nag and go have a private party of our own?”

“Dean, no. I worked really hard on that salad.” He sounds perfectly serious, but the playful glint in his eye gives him away. Dean snorts, mumbling oh, forgive me, Chef Cas as he leans in again.

Just as they kiss, Sam walks back in. “Hey, I think something’s wrong with your sink–- oh, sorry.”

“Huh?” Dean reluctantly pulls away as Sam clears his throat, looking sheepish. “What’s wrong with what, Sammy?”

“Uh, with your bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, what, you clogged the toilet?”

“Wha— N—  I DID NOT SHIT IN YOUR BATHROOM.”

“Then how did the toilet get messed up?”

“It’s the SINK, the SINK—”

“You took a shit in the sink?”

Cas pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dean…”

“What? He started it.”

“Started WHAT?”

Dean snaps his fingers. “The end of the world.”

“Oh! My god!”

“I guess technically, yeah, since god is our kid...” He turns to Cas. “Weird, weird lives we lead.”

Cas just shakes his head, clearly exasperated. Sam has given up on speaking completely and has fallen back on making a gesture like he’s one second away from grabbing Dean by the throat.

“I was there for all twelve years of it,” Sam says to Cas, “and I still can’t believe you stayed with this guy.”

“Well,” Cas muses serenely, “you’ve been here a lot longer than me.”

Sam grimaces when Dean throws him his best shit-eating grin. Nothing like his two favorite people bonding over how much of a pain he is.

The sound of the front door opening distracts them, and then a voice calls, “Knock knock! The life of the party has arrived!”

“Eileen!” Sam exclaims happily. Miracle takes off down the hall, Sam hot on her heels.

Dean chuckles at Sam’s unabashed excitement, then gives Castiel another peck on the cheek before moving away from him. “Can you put everything out on the table? I’ll go check out the bathroom sitch real quick.”

Cas catches his hand as he starts to leave, softly saying his name. When Dean looks back at him, Cas smiles and says, “I love you.”

Dean wonders if maybe three time’s the charm and he should just give in to what his body wants him to do. If a man has a right to stand around and cry messily anywhere in his own home, surely the kitchen would be the place to do it. The kitchen, after all, is the heart of any house.

But Dean doesn’t. He indulges in a little sniffle, Cas’ eyes glimmering with knowing in the soft light. Dean brings Cas’ hand to his mouth and kisses the neat gold band around his finger, and he kisses each peaked knuckle, and he turns Cas’ hand over and kisses his palm and his wrist. Then he lets go and puts his own hand against Cas’ cheek, and says his recklessly sappy thing: “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

And the glowing feeling inside him doesn’t settle, only grows brighter.

Whatever’s wrong with the sink will be just one more thing to a long list of shit to deal with. Their house needs work, no denying. But Dean knows they’ve got plenty of time.

[jising-jisang-jisung]

a/n: hey guys! This is the last part of my reload series! I hope you all liked it as I really enjoyed writing it :) sorry this part is so long (over 2k how did I do that?)

Ridin' | Quiet Down | 7 Days | Love Again | Puzzle Piece

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You rub your eyes repeatedly, trying to get rid of the tiredness that seemed like it would last a million years. Yeah, you stayed out pretty late talking to Renjun in the park, but even after he dropped you off, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You only got a couple hours of sleep and the massive bags under your eyes showed it. A loud honk interrupted your morning routine, prompting you to peek out your window. You shook your head to yourself. What was Renjun’s car doing here?

You quickly finished getting dressed, grabbing a snack to take along for breakfast. “Hey Renjun!” you call, waving at him as you run out to his car.

“Hey babe,” he smiles back at you. “I thought I’d drive you to school.”

“I’d love to, but aren’t we trying to keep this on the DL?” you smirk at him, sliding into the passenger seat anyway.

“C’mon, don’t be so anxious. We can walk in the building separately and no one will know,” he winks at you, placing your hand on the gear shift and covering it with his own. The small action making heat rise to your face and butterflies swarm in your stomach.

Against your better judgement you let out a sheepish, “okay.”

He starts the car, his music automatically starting as well. He mumbles some swear words, fumbling with his phone to change it from girly pop music to something more macho and cool. You can’t help but fall into a fit of laughter. “Don’t change it,” you whine, tugging on his arm. He looks back up at you, laughing now as well as the two of you drive off to school.

Renjun parks, letting you get out first while he waits a few minutes to avoid any confrontation about your relationship. Even though it wasn’t a big deal, the undergroundness of your actions made you feel weak in the knees. It was like you had a double life. Well, maybe that’s a stretch, but the idea of keeping your boyfriend a secret was enthralling.

You walk into the building and not too long after, you meet Yangyang at your locker. He slips an arm around your shoulder as he starts talking some nonsense about a show he watched that you only half listened to.

As you close your locker and begin to leave with your friend, you see your boyfriend walk by. Making eye contact with him, you bite back a smile, knowing that if anyone saw it, it would give you away. He not so subtly winks at you, and Yangyang definitely notices by the way he scowls and grips your shoulder tighter in a possessive manner. You patted his hand reassuringly and offered a sincere smile to let him know it was okay. He threw you a skeptical glance in response, but didn’t speak of it at all.

The rest of your morning is as typical as any other school day. When lunch rolls around, you drift off into a staring contest with the back of Renjun’s head from across the cafeteria. The same way you did before all of the commotion. 

“What are you looking at?” Yangyang snaps his fingers in front of your face, gaining your attention.

“Nothing,” you unconvincingly shake your head, picking at the food on your tray to distract yourself.

He moves his head and follows where your gaze had previously led, rolling his eyes when he spots the popular boy. “Oh, him again?” he states rather juginly. You internally frown at his disapproving comment. “Thought you were over that.”

You can’t think of a solid rebuttal that doesn’t invoke the fact that you are now in a relationship with the boy your best friend probably hates most in the school right now. So instead, you stuffed more food than one should ever stuff into one’s mouth, refusing to look at your friend who obviously could tell that you were avoiding this topic.

“Do you seriously still like him?” He gives you a know-it-all glare that made you feel ashamed of yourself for no reason.

“Come on he’s not that bad,” you try to reason after finally managing to swallow your three bite sized bite of food.

“The way he treated you in that corridor claims otherwise.”

“I knew you were eavesdropping,” you laugh.

“Don’t change the subject, y/n. He’s not a good guy,” he warns you.

“I don’t know, Yangyang. Maybe you just caught him at a bad moment,” you fight back the grin that wants to take over your face at the thought of the night before, in the park, your head resting on Renjun’s shoulder as he talked to you for hours about anything and everything that came to mind.

“Oh my bad. I don’t see his whole life because I’m not constantly drooling over him from across the school,” he mocks you.

You take offence to his remark, getting up to leave your table. “Yknow, Yang, I was just throwing the possibility out there.”

Renjun watches you as you stomp off to throw the rest of your lunch away. He can’t help but worry about you, excusing himself from his table to run after you.

“Hey, y/n,” he whisper calls for you when you are both alone in the hallway. “You okay?” He rests a hand on your shoulder, making you feel secure.

“Yeah, it’s nothing,” you try to tell him, but he knows better.

“Wanna talk about it later?” He winks at you, raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Sure! I’ll meet you by your car after school,” you giggle a little bit, partially at his funny expression and partially in anticipation. 

You impatiently finish the rest of the school day, unable to focus on anything that isn’t Renjun. Basically, not much has changed.

“Yo y/n! You coming over later?” Yanyang asks as he meets you at your locker like usual.

“Ah not tonight, sorry,” you decide not to make up any excuses since you know he’ll see right through them.

You walk out the school doors, a skip in your step as you quickly make your way out to Renjun’s car, not paying any attention to your friend watching as you disappear into the parking lot, and not your usual walk home.

Renjun sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You squeal in surprise, turning around to smile big at him. You both hop in the car, and turn up the bubble gum pop songs.

“Where’re we going?” you question cutely.

“Wherever you want. My house or yours, or a cafe, or the park. You choose,” he looks at you taking your hand and placing it on the shift like before. You only wish you could respond, but the effect of his flirtatiousness has hindered your brain from thinking about anything other than him.

“Let’s go to the park,” you finally manage to suggest, since you had such a lovely time last night.

He drives you there relatively quickly, not speaking a bunch, just singing along to the music. You would’ve joined in too, but Renjun’s voice was mesmerizing and you just wanted to listen to him sing forever, even if he was only messing around with radio songs.

As you move to climb out of the car, Renjun scurries around to your side and helps you out like a true gentleman. However, after you're free of the leather seats, he doesn’t release his hold on your hand. Rather, he adjusts it a bit and intertwines your fingers. He shoots you an innocent smile as if you weren’t dying from his actions. You took the opportunity to latch onto his arm with your other hand, leaning your head a bit on his shoulder. For a while, you two walked around just like that until you got hungry.

Renjun led you to a small shop near the park, and paid for the snacks you bought. The two of you took rest on a little bench in the park, munching on your goodies. Somehow you had managed to open and eat all of your food without ever removing your hand from his. While you had thought anything about that minute detail, it was making Renjun feel even crazier than normal. How could you be so cute? While you were focused on filling the void in your stomach, his eyes were glued to your profile, taking in every ounce of your features so that he can imagine your face perfectly later.

Without thinking, he moves in and pecks your cheek, enjoying the soft feel of your skin. You turn your head to him with wide eyes, mouth still full of food. Although he looks away almost immediately, you catch the flushed color on his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears. In response, you quickly swallow what you were chewing, and press a soft kiss to his cheek as well.

“Hey Renjun?” you whisper after a while.

“Yeah, y/n?” Neither of you look at each other, but continue the conversation nonetheless.

“I think I need to tell Yangyang.” He nods, grunting a presumable ‘yes’. “As much as I find the whole ‘keeping us a secret’ thing incredibly sexy,” you throw air quotes around the middle and giggle a bit at how silly you sound, “he deserves to know.”

“I agree,” he looks at you. “Plus, if he finds out from someone other than us, he’ll probably kill me,” he laughs, but you can tell that it really does bother him.

“Oh come on! It’s not that bad,” you try to lighten his discomfort by nudging him with your shoulder.

“No, it definitely is. Yangerz hates me,” his eyes look so disheartened by that statement, and you can tell that he feels bad about it all. “And rightfully so,” he adds on, “I did treat you pretty poorly that day.”

“You did,” you grin up at him, “but you’ve apologized. And you’ve been nothing but kind since then.” You place another peck on his cheeks, earning a bashful smile. “And,” you pull back to look at his whole face, “I’ve forgiven you.” You shrug as though he had nothing to fear with your friend. And you were confident that you were right.

The next day, Renjun picks you up for school just the same. However, the change is how he drops you off once you’re at the school. He parks in the same spot in the student lot, allowing the two of you to get out, before he runs around to drape his arm over your shoulder. He looks at you with a questioning glance, silently asking for confirmation. You smile and nod, signaling that you’re ready to publicize your relationship.

You don’t even make it through the doors before you run into your friend. “Hey Yanyang!” you call out to him.

“y/n?” He snaps his head in your direction, smile falling off his face when he sees the boy next to you.

You sheepishly smile, trying to explain the situation to him without him getting visibly upset. You were afraid that Yangyang would still be angry with your boyfriend, and that your boyfriend would get hurt by those negative feelings. After all, Renjun valued your friend’s opinion as much as you did.

“Okay,” he eyes Renjun up and down. You feel his muscles tense as he drops his arm off of you. Rather than let him get away so easily, you grab his hand, rubbing soft circles in it to ease his nerves. “So you two are dating?”

“Yes,” you giggle at his lack of clarity on the situation.

“So the whole thing wasn’t a rumor?” His eyes looked shocked as he turns to you. You can practically feel the judgement being cast from his gaze.

“No!” You specify, not wanting him to think of you badly. “But I guess this did all start from the rumor,” you hypothesize. Renjun must agree as he purses his lips and nods.

“Whatever, y/n we gotta get to class,” he states nonchalantly, pulling you away from your boyfriend.

“Crap we can’t be late again,” you cover your mouth in a gasp as you realize the warning bell has already gone off. “See later Jun,” you call over your shoulder, picking up speed in hope of making it on time.

At first, the confirmation of your relationship came as no surprise to the rest of the student body as they had almost all fallen for the rumors. Thankfully, they were proven false and your image was saved. Well, not completely, as you were still caught making out with the school’s registered bad boy before lunch. But hey, you win some you lose some. Renjun’s fan girls were all seemingly heartbroken at first, but learned to live with the fact that he wasn’t up for grabs anymore.

Somewhere along the way, Yangyang became more comfortable around him too. You were glad that the two boys could become friends. They had a lot more in common than one would think. Renjun even introduced him to the rest of his friends. And although he’d never admit to it, you could tell he’d taken a liking to one of the girls. All in all, it seemed like things were falling into place and would all work out for you and your boyfriend. At least, for now anyway.

[billhaderlovebot]

of heartbreak and raviolis - aaron conners

summary: you're sick and tired of everyone taking advantage of your best friend, aka aaron conners, aka the most wonderful man in the world, aka the man you love. not so subtle amy bashing fic.

tags: @whoseblogsthis @mpmarypoppins @a-second-hand-sorrow

aaron conners had always had shitty taste in women. you'd mainly thought so because none of the women he'd ever picked happened to be you.

aaron was too soft. too soft for this world and the men and women in it. they would break him. they would ball up the effervescent, unconditional kindness and love he had for people and shove it right back down.

amy was going to break him, too.

you knew she would.

and, oh, how you hated her. you hated her and how unreliable she was and the infuriating vapidness within her and her terrifying lack of respect for the man you had loved since you were seventeen. your best friend.

watching him kiss her was hell. watching him fall for her, knowing he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it, was worse.

but he was so happy, and he looked at her like she'd hung the moon.

it fucking hurt.

because you were tired of sitting by while everyone took advantage of how fucking nice he always was.

because you knew what was coming. and you didn't have the heart to say "i told you so".

"hey, hey, slow down, honey, i can't understand you."

aaron was crying. his voice came broken and shuddering down the line, trying desperately to get something out that wasn't cut with a sob burning from his chest. but you already knew what he was going to say. you knew, and you were pulling on a sweater and grabbing your keys before he could explain.

"she... she said-" and he couldn't get it out. the sound of his heartbreak made your own heart shatter.

"im coming over." you breathed, slamming the door and heading out into the night to comfort the man you had always wanted but could never have.

---

amy had cheated. actually, amy had been cheating for quite some time. she had never stopped, in fact.

you'd been tangled together on aaron's couch, a mass of crying and limbs and throw blankets, for hours now.

"i thought she loved me." aaron scoffed, staring blankly out of the window to where the sun was just beginning to rise over new york.

his head was in your lap and the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity was your hand threading through his hair. "she said she loved me."

he let out a mirthless laugh, and you were suddenly furious.

"i'm so fucking angry." you whispered, eyes intent on aaron's face, angled towards the sunrise, the remnants of heartbreak in shining tracks down his cheeks.

"why?" he inquired, turning over to look up at you.

"because... because this shouldn't happen, aaron. not to you."

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light snores filled the quiet apartment as aaron drifted off in your arms. he had moved so that his face rested in the crook of your shoulder, his hand draped over your waist. you couldn't help but feel that this was a little bit not fair. it wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him, and it wasn't the first time you'd had to hold him and comfort him and pretend you hadn't been painfully in love with him since high school. so here you were, again, the doting, supportive best friend. again. fuck.

in sleep, he looked younger. in sleep, he looked content, save for the small wrinkle between his eyebrows, the remainder of the day's emotional strain. it disappeared with the gentle press of your lips against the soft skin, and aaron unconsciously held onto you a little tighter. your heart ached as it did when you were a teenager.

when, at seventeen, you lay eyes on him at a house party, shrouded in smoke and coloured lights and the thumping bass of some nondescript vaporwave track, your heart skipped, like, twelve beats or something.

and, when, blue eyed and floppy haired, he looked back at you, raising his red plastic cup, your heart fell out of your ass. upon trying to talk to the guy who had so quickly stolen your heart, you spilled your vodka soda all over him. he tipped his own drink over your head. you stared at each other for several solid seconds of short lived fury, and then cracked up, immediately going to find more alcohol. you were best friends from that day on.

you were the one who supported him through medical school, helping him study and walking to campus every morning to give him coffee and whatever baked good you deemed acceptable. bidding him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and the promise of a movie marathon.

you endured aaron's many vapid, fake-nice, passive-aggressive girlfriends who would loathe you and shoot you looks that, should they kill, would have you six feet fucking under.

you pushed how deeply in love with him you were right down below the surface, because his happiness was more important to you.

you thought, now, almost a decade later, as he had cried in your arms for hours about a woman that didn't feel the same, that it might be time for you to get your feelings in order and fucking tell him that all you wanted was for him to take you in his arms and kiss you fucking senseless.

and then they got back together.

"aaron, you fuck- you what?" you were absolutely livid, like, struggling-to-hold-the-phone-without-smashing-it-into-someone's-face livid.

"um, i, i just really want to make it work with her, and she was really sorry, and-"

"aaron, she broke your fucking heart."

"yeah, i know, i-

"and i was the one to let you cry your fucking eyes out on me for hours, even though it hurt. i've stood by for years, watching people hurt you and knowing there was nothing i could do about it."

"i'm not your responsibility, honey." he said. "this is my own life and i... you don't have to be involved."

"how can you fucking say that, aaron? of course i do. i won't let her do this to you again. i'm your best fucking friend, is that not enough for you?"

"...i guess not."

you'd never wanted to beat aaron to death before, but if he continued being so fucking stupid, you'd advise him not to put it past you. there was a deafening silence on the phone after that, because there was nothing you could say to change his mind, and nothing he could say that would make you not want to murder amy townsend. or him.

"i won't do this anymore." you finally said, a lump in your throat.

"what?"

"pretend that... that i'm not in love with you so that i can be okay with the manipulative assholes you pick as girlfriends."

"wh-?"

"goodbye, aaron."

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the month that followed was probably the worst month of your entire life. you didn't speak to aaron once. no calls, no emails, no 2am visits to listen to billy joel and eat junk and talk about how you both carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. you'd always shared that weight, and, now, it was like someone had torn you in half and left you bleeding.

you were halfway through the last episode of season ten of friends, and your second box of cold pop tarts, crying your eyes out, when the doorbell rang. you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of one of aaron's old college sweaters and dragged yourself up from the couch. your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the disheveled, very attractive man hyperventilating in front of you when the front door swung open.

"aaron?" you stumbled over your thrift store welcome mat you bought because of the blue cat on it, holding yourself up on the door frame and staring up at him in sleepy disbelief.

"hi, yes, hi." aaron was breathing hard, the aftermath of running the whole two miles to your apartment in the middle of the night. "i've been thinking a lot about... about what you said, and i just, i've missed you, yknow? and, i, um, not that that makes everything okay, because i didn't listen to you, and it sucked, and-"

"what do you want?" you asked, trying not to punch him. "i'm tired, aaron. and not just physically. i'm tired of waiting around for you to love me."

"oh, well that's, um, that's good." he nodded, peeling off his jacket. "sorry, um, im sweaty-"

"that's good?" you blinked. aaron was clueless at the best of times, but this was insane.

"yes, yeah, because i realised something, um, just now, at home, with amy."

"i really don't want to hear about amy right now-"

"no, i know, i just, um, i realised that she's not who i want." he shrugged.

"it's about fucking time, aaron, i swear to god-"

"you're my best friend, and... i meant what i said, yknow, about that not being enough for me."

aaron ducked under the doorframe, bending down to capture your lips with his own. your eyes widened, and you froze up, your arms at your sides. the fact that aaron conners was kissing you just wouldn't compute.

and then it did, and you were kissing him back, your arms flying around his neck and your fingers twisting into his hair.

the kiss was searing, and your skin burned where his hands trailed across your cheeks, cupping your jaw, and up the back of your shirt, ghosting across your hip bones.

even when you stumbled back into your apartment, falling backwards over the couch, aaron was relentless, attaching his lips to your neck as if nothing was amiss.

what stood out to you was how easy this was. how you were able to fall into place so quickly as if you'd been doing this for years. as if you hadn't been pining for him for half your life.

"hey," you broke the kiss, gazing up at him in all his blue eyed, flustered, swollen-lipped glory. "hey, we have some, ah, things to talk about, i think."

aaron nodded, swallowing. "yeah, um, yeah."

you pecked his lips, closing your eyes. you just wanted to be someone who had kissed aaron conners, no complications, for a few seconds longer.

"raviolis?" he asked quietly, still hovering above you with that signature, heart-melting grin.

"it's 1am, aaron."

"i know a guy."

[mysticstorytime]

This is not mystic messenger. Don’t think I’m tied to mystic messenger after how long it’s been, but if you’re in the BNHA fandom, you’ll hate this.

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader Part 1

Sometimes A Dream Is Just That

There he was in his usual spot; sitting by the window just lost in his thoughts. His chin rested comfortably in his palm and his pose was so natural, almost oblivious, to the energy he radiated. He was attractive in a way his shyness only enhanced.

Today was the day you were going to ask him out. He’s too timid to do it on his own and, frankly, you were tired of waiting and making small advances. It was time and the plan was made. You knew Fatgum was busy with Kirishima today and Tamaki had nothing to do, but think.

“Hey,” you tried to look natural turning the corner, “whatcha thinkin’?” Your smile was genuine, but bless All Might Tamaki’s quirk didn’t include mind reading.

“Oh, uh n-nothing really. D-did you need s-something,” he’s always been this way. Looking at him from afar, you’d never expect a stutter, but that was his charm; the unexpected.

“Nothing really, I was just wondering if you were busy tomorrow around this time?” You were going straight for the kill. No dancing today.

“Oh uh n-not really. What’s going on?”

“Well I know you’re working on expanding your quirk so I wanted to help,” it was something you’d want to do but not the reason. Just an excuse.

“Help me?” He seemed to consider the possibility.

“Yes, I can make some food that you haven’t tried and maybe something you have yknow? Maybe you can expand on old ones too. What do you think?” You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice. He’s got enough anxiety for the both of you.

“A-Alone?” He looked down at the floor fidgeting with his hands. He didn’t mind being with friends because they’d focus so much on each other he’d rarely have to exist more than 4 seconds in the conversation, but alone?

“Uh,” you hadn’t planned for it, but you should’ve. Of course he’d be nervous about this. “We don’t have to be alone, but if your quirk comes out funny, I wouldn’t want to have you embarrassed in front of everyone.” You smiles at him hoping that’d calm his nerves even a little.

That was a stupid thing to say.

“Y-you have a point…,” he mulled the idea over a bit.

Smart thinking. That was a great thing to say.

“So, tomorrow? Same time?” Hopeful, you push for confirmation.

“Y-Yea. Tomorrow.” He smiled a little. He almost seemed excited to go.

“Great! What foods do you want to try?”

HE SAID YES.

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It was all together. You had prepared a real five star meal. Rordon Gamsey would be proud of the work you put in. You had meat of all kinds and sea food galore; even foods you’d never touch. A few burns and a trash can full of mistakes and you were ready to go.

You packed the basket throwing on your cutest smile before bolting our the door heading straight for the prize.

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He was sitting on the bench, same as yesterday, staring at his phone. The breeze picked up his hair in a way that felt unreal. His face always seemed somber…

“Tamaki,” you tapped his shoulder trying not to startle him, “you okay?” He clicked his phone off and smiled up at you. Whatever was on that phone, he wasn’t telling.

“Y-Yeah. You can sit d-down with me,” he scooted over making room for you on the bench.

“Thanks!” You plopped down as cute as one could sit. At this point is it trying too hard? “So, first I’ve got grilled duck.” You pop open the basket and grab a stick. Once you find the bowl labeled “Daffy”, you turn to give him the meat.

He’s gonna love this, but do I feed it to him or do I hand it to him??? Shit.

“Here,” you tilt the stick for him to bite it, “open wide!” Going for the forward approach, you let him bite off the stick. His face is already pink, but he doesn’t reject it. He bites the duck and you watch him for any sign of approval.

“Wow,” he swallows and gives you a thumbs up, “this is so good.” He closes his eyes savoring the flavor of the duck. He chuckles a little not feeling much different.

“Thanks, do you feel ducky? Anything?” He shakes his head, “no worries. I’ve got tons to go.” Determined you feed him the next one to get him; deer.

“What...what is that?” He seemed hesitant, but he knew what he signed up for.

“Venison. This one took...quite a bit of finding,” you tilted the meat towards him. He seemed slightly off-put, but he took a deep breath and bit before he could stop himself.

As he chewed and eventually swallowed he looked relieved. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought. Delicious almost.

HAHA! Another winner. I’ll reel him in with this next one.

“Pretty good huh?” You were smug, but how could you not be?

“Ha, it is.” His face was far too red. Maybe he was getting into this or maybe….into you??

“So, I’ve got another thing, but it’s more of a treat! Close your eyes!” He did as he was told. He was blushing and you could tell his eyes were darting back and forth. The way his lip was pierced closed, you began to wonder if this is what he’d look like right before he’d kiss you; blushing and waiting patiently.

Wake up. This is the move.

You pull out the container labeled “Iced” and pop off the lid. Poking down, you pull out a mini cinnamon roll and lean it towards him. Pushing the stick towards his mouth, you rub icing on his lips.

What a beautiful mistake.

He instinctively licks his lips biting down on the sweet roll. The minute his mouth closes, he looks like he’s in heaven flying on the cloud you created for him.

“Wow…,” he didn’t have much to say. It was delicious. “D-did you make that?” He gestured for another one and you happily obliged poking one more for him.

“I did,” you watch him eat the next one like he’s savoring a memory, “I’m happy you like it.” He was so happy it was rubbing off on you. His smile, the way the sun gleamed on his skin and surrounded him.

Bless this man…

“Thank you,” he smiled directly at you and quickly to the floor. You were the first girl to make something for him. It was a bonus to be so delicious. “I’m s-sorry nothing happened with m-my quirk.”

“It’s okay!” You fidgeted with the basket, “I’ve got plenty more food to try, but,” you bit your lip trying to work up the guts to ask what you came here for, what you worked all night for.

“Is something wrong,” he was worried. He felt like he disappointed you.

“No, it’s not you or something I was just wondering…,” now you were the one looking at the floor afraid, but you were going to say this. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? Romantically?”

Nighteye himself couldn’t have predicted how hot your face was. You couldn’t even look him in the eye. Was it always this hard? To say these things? Why isn’t he saying something.

“I’d be lucky to have someone like you,” you almost looked up. This was unreal.

It worked.

“But I can’t.”

His words shattered everything so quickly. He was providing an explanation or some kind of consolation, but it was just static. He had said no. Weren’t you pretty? Maybe something was burned. You were sure he’d say yes. The weight of the room rested heavily on your shoulders. You couldn’t look up.

His hand graced your face wiping off tears you didn’t even feel pass your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I d-didn’t realize this could’ve been a date. I-I just th-thought...I misinterpreted wh-what you’d meant. I’m so sorry. D-don’t cry,” he seemed so genuine. Even now, his sweetness burned like the ache in your throat.

“It’s okay,” you grabbed the basket almost on auto pilot and handed him what was left, “everything is labeled. Some have weird names, but you can google it and definitely figure it out.” You rose from the bench.

“Wait,” he reached for your arm, but you were a little faster dodging what would’ve been a painful submission.

“You can keep the bowl and the basket. It’s okay.” You turned on your heel feeling the all too familiar ache in your chest creeping up your throat.

Here it comes.

“P-please. Ju-just know it wasn’t you!” His voice sounded so far away and pained, but so were you. You didn’t respond. You didn’t stop walking. Sometimes, even when everything is right, it’s wrong.

[a-simple-lee]

Tipping Point

Peter Parker, Reader

Synopsis: June is a difficult time of year when you’re closeted. You need someone to talk to. Peter’s willing to listen, and provide some distractions once it’s all over.

A/n: Yes, writing fanfic is my coping mechanism. Yes, I know it’s not healthy. Am I bothered? Not particularly. I tried to leave descriptions of identity vague for both Peter & the reader, so people can put in whatever head-canons/identities they want.

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   A dog barks from somewhere outside your bedroom window. Your ceiling seems lighter than it did a few minutes ago. You sigh and turn your head to the open window, immediately squinting as the first sliver of sunlight hits your eyes. Why you didn’t shut the curtains last night is beyond you.  It must be around nine am, but you wouldn’t know. Despite going to bed early last night, you think you’ve slept in. There’s a weight in your chest. It’s hard to ignore. You were hoping it would’ve left by now.

  Your phone blips; it was supposed to be on silent – perhaps you forgot? You forgot to do a lot of things last night, too numb to do anything except crawl into bed. Clambering out from beneath the covers, you read the notification. It’s Ned, posting yet another Instagram photo, at – yes, it’s nine AM.

  A sigh finds its way out. Pride was yesterday. Everyone went. You know Ned’s post will be a selfie from yesterday, so shouldn’t open it; basically every self-care article on the internet would tell you not to. But you do so anyway, tapping in your pass-code with groggy fingers and blinking as the notification expands to show his post.

  This turns into what must be at least 15 minutes of you scrolling through social media. You weren’t planning on opening it, since you knew it would hurt. It does, of course, but it’s bittersweet, seeing everyone post about yesterday. Every picture and vlog brings you comfort, but you do feel envious.

  Flash has mini vlogs showing floods of rainbow-clad people, the crowds bathing in sunlight with drink cans held to the sky, music thrumming through the air over joyous laughter as people march their way down the New York streets. You put your phone down at last, once the frustration gets too much.

  You couldn’t make it. For the fourth year in a row. You’re still not out to your family, and every year you inexplicably find yourself wound up in their important plans or outings on the same day as the parade. You wouldn’t mind so much, but you and your friends have grown up in school together, part of which means watching each other come out to your families over time. One by one, around five of your friends came out. You’re the only one who still hasn’t been to pride.

“Hello?” Pete’s voice comes through the phone. He sounds tired, maybe hungover. But you’re not sure he’s the type to get hungover. Doesn’t matter, you weren’t with your friends to find out. You don’t remember pressing the call button, but you must’ve done. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you take a deep breath in.

“Hi, Peter. It’s me.”

“Oh, hi! How are you doing?”

You hesitate. “Can, uh, can we meet up today?” Your voice sounds thin, & unstable.

“Uh, sure, you wanna come over? We could get coffee, or-“

“-I just feel kinda trash.” You interrupt, double checking your bedroom door’s shut in case anyone overhears your conversation.

“Oh. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I- actually, can I come over? I’m- I just need- Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure! I’ll-I’ll see you in a minute?” His tone is overly cheerful, but you can sense his concern.

“Yeah, in a minute.” There’s a silence between you. You look down and smooth out your bedclothes from where you’d been scrunching them up in your hand. “Hey, Peter?”

“Uhuh?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“No- well, yeah- but- don’t worry, it’s fine.”

“Are you hungover?”

“What? I – no, no. I’m fine. We stayed up late last night, that’s all. I didn’t drink.”

“Okay.”

“Okay…I’m gonna go. See ya.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

  The journey from your house to his apartment is only 10 minutes. You trudge over in some clean pyjamas, too tired to put on normal clothes but not wanting to stay in the same pair for over 12 hours. There aren’t many people around, and those who are have more important things to worry about than strangers’ attire. Besides, you know shortcuts to avoid being seen. The streets of Queens are fairly quiet for this time of day, which is simultaneously convenient and infuriating, since the barrage of adverts and shop windows is now your primary view. This wouldn’t normally bother you, except for the fact that it’s June, so there are rainbows everywhere. You put headphones in and look at the floor as you walk, avoiding the puddles of semi-dried vomit and confetti from the night before. The bins are filled with red solo cups. This is probably similar to how missing the holiday season would feel, you decide, bending down to pick up the fragments of somebody’s rainbow cardboard sign and shoving them in the trash. The garbage-men must be running late, since every dumpster’s stacked with party gear and drink bottles. A woman passing you smiles, and you return the gesture with a polite nod before putting your head back down and walking faster.

  At long last, you’ve reached your destination; you dump your bag on the floor outside Pete's apartment and knock; hurried footsteps sound, followed by a creak as your friend opens the door. He smiles, and so do you.

"Hi!"

"Hey!" you're stepping inside, checking your phone's connected to the wifi. Both of you are still in pyjamas. Neither of you address this as you walk through his apartment. Then you see Peter's pride flag hanging from his bed.

"How was yesterday?" It's a question you already know the answer to.

"Oh, it was great!" Pete turns, sitting down on his bed as he puts on his hoodie. He starts talking about the parade, and mentions an after-party at MJ’s, but you’re having trouble listening.

“…and Ned said-“

“Pete,” You start, at a loss for words. Your expression wavers. ”I’m the only closeted one now.”

  And suddenly you’re practically collapsing into his arms, managing to utter something about missing the parade and finals being an added stress. Tears warm your cheeks, but you’re not sure when they started. Peter stays silent, just holding you. The fabric of his hoodie gives you a little comfort, and you try to take deep breaths. At some point the both of you shifted into a lying position, but as the tears retreat, your main focus is on explaining yourself.

“I…I just feel lonely? Is that weird? E-everyone else came out so easily, but I’m so scared, and I’m-I’m happy for everyone but it hurts so much not being able to celebrate with you guys every year, because I want to be- a part of…the community, and I feel so shut off right now.” Your speech is interspersed with sobs and a couple sniffs – Peter conjures up a packet of tissues from somewhere whilst you’re talking, and hands them to you midway through – not saying anything, just listening. You notice his thumb’s rubbing back and forth over your shoulder as he hugs you.

“It hurts not being able to be honest with everyone. I’m pretending all the time, and I’m sick of it – but I just never feel ready, and I know that no one ever does feel ready, but- I just hate how something this trivial has to make things so difficult!” You fall silent, and Peter moves his hand to card through your hair. He shifts after a few seconds of you regaining your breathing, and you feel something wrapped around your shoulders.

“Here,” He says, and you sit up to get a better look – it’s his pride flag, draped over you like a blanket. You grasp the corners as Peter wipes a stray tear from your face and looks you in the eye. “We can share it. It can stay at mine, so your family won’t know, and you can use it whenever you want. You’re not alone. I know it sucks being closeted, but you have us. You have me, okay?”

  You tackle him then, forcing the both of you into another hug. “Okay.” The bright colours of his flag glow from the sun coming through the window, and everything feels a little less painful. Peter’s caught off-guard by the embrace, but quickly returns it. It feels like you spend an eternity just laying together, but it could be just a few seconds – you’re not interested in keeping track.

“We could throw our own pride, yknow.” Peter starts, and a smile finds your face.

“Yeah, we could.”

“I’m sure there are still decorations on sale. We could buy rainbow cups and banners. Mr Stark would probably help if I asked.”

“That’d be cool!”

“Yeah,” He pauses. “What do you want to do?”

“Can we just talk? I wanna forget about it for now.”

“Sure…” He stops, and smiles. “Did you walk over here in pyjamas?”

“Perhaps.”

“Fair. Can’t go wrong with Pikachu, I guess.” He pokes the design on your shirt, just above your navel. You recoil, swatting his hand away.

“Careful,” a giggle almost slips out – almost.

“What?” Peter repeats the motion, unaware of what he’s doing.

“Wait- it tickles!” You yelp, trying to grab his wrist as his fingertip collides with your torso a second time. Some inner part of your being cringes as you say ‘tickle’, but you manage to force the word past your lips despite the pang of embarrassment.

“Oh?” He’s grinning now- never a good sign. Your elbows dig into the mattress as you make a move to roll over and crawl away, but Peter grabs your waist, pre-empting your escape attempt.

“You’re ticklish?”

“Uh- no! No, I take it back, I-uh-“ You start rambling incoherently, simultaneously pulling to get out of your friend’s grip with very little success as he pulls you back towards him and into his lap; it’s a slightly awkward position, Peter sitting against the wall with you held against him in front. Nonetheless, his hands quickly find your sides, giving them an experimental squeeze and immediately continuing when you let a renegade snicker escape.

“Gotcha!” He exclaims, laughing when you swiftly dissolve into hysterics.

“Ahaha-no!” You’re flailing and squirming, but it’s difficult to do anything except sit there and take it, since Peter’s arms are wrapped around your abdomen in a sort of restraining hug now, fingers finding purchase on the fabric of your shirt as they seek out your ticklish spots. It’s very difficult to decide whether it’s torture or exactly what you were hoping for. Perhaps it’s mostly the latter, but the way Pete’s wriggling his fingers into a sweet spot at the back of your ribs makes you question that just a little. He takes your bout of hysterics as an opportunity to flip you onto the bed, and your back hits the cushions; Peter follows your fall, and is now crouched over you, hands colliding with your tummy as you land. You realize you’ve dropped the pride flag at some point, because you feel it lying on the mattress beneath you now. It’s hard to focus on anything except the helpless giggles pouring from your lips, endorphins quickly flooding your blood stream and adding to the sense of giddiness as Peter reduces you to a puddle of shrieking laughter.

“Pehehete! Wahahahait, wahahahahait- ahahaha!”

“What?” He smiles, moving his focus to your underarms and drawing a squeal from you in the process.

“Nononono- plehehehease!” But you speak carefully, making sure your tone of voice doesn’t sound panicked so he doesn’t get worried and stop. Your hands find the corners of the flag, and yank it over your face to cover up the blush swiftly taking over your features. The world becomes a blur of colour, and your laughing blends with his for a second. It’s beautiful and warm, and safe. You don’t want it to end.

“Where’s your worst spot?” Peter asks, fingertips drifting up to swipe gentle lines across your neck. Your shoulders hunch up and you try to cover yourself as much as possible, holding onto the flag tighter. You don’t reply, too lost in laughter. “Are you blanking me? Do I have to find out myself?”

“Nohoho, no! I’m not blahanking you!” Your voice returns all of a sudden, and your legs kick into motion, trying to backpedal away from your attacker. It’s probably a ridiculous sight, considering the fabric covering your face, and your pokemon pajamas. You don’t think that matters to Peter, though – you’re both a ridiculous duo.

“Good. I thought I’d gone too far or something.”

This stumps you. It’s now near impossible to reply without confirming you don’t entirely mind this.

“Ihihihi’m fine!” You manage to giggle, simultaneously noticing the heat spreading up your neck. Just then, the flag’s snatched from your grasp, and Peter’s face becomes visible again. He grabs your hips, giving them an experimental squeeze and grinning wider when you try to wriggle away.

“Your laugh’s infectious, you know that?”

“Shuhuhut up!”

What could be minutes or hours pass. Peter seems content that he’s distracting you sufficiently, taking his time exploring any ticklish spots he can find, teases and pleas passing between each of you every few seconds.

But then your laughter goes silent, and he pulls away instantly, letting you recover your breath.

“Sorry! Sorry! I-“ He starts, then notices you giggling with a massive smile on your face.

“S’fine,” You utter, trying to calm down your residual laughter slightly. “I’m okay. I think.”

“Oh, okay,” Peter lets himself fall back to lie next to you, the bed bouncing slightly. “I was worried.”

“No, it’s alright. I...” Pausing, you fight back the urge to hide underneath your flag again. “...didn’t hate it.”

“You didn’t?”

“Uh...I might’ve liked it?” You mutter this last part, turning away so you can’t see Pete grinning.

“What?”

“I...liked it. Being...yknow.” God, this is the most embarrassed you’ve ever been. You’re grateful you can’t see your friend’s expression - until he squeezes your side, forcing you to turn around. He’s smiling, and part of you sighs in relief.

“You like being tickled?”

“Mayyybe?” You grab hold of his wrist, not sure whether to look him in the eye or hide under the covers for a few years till your blush fades.

“How about I tickle you again? Would that help you decide?” His fingers whir into motion against your t shirt, gently teasing the sensitive nerves and drawing another stream of giggles from your lips.

“WAit-Nohoho!” You cry, already squirming to get away. Peter wraps his arms around you in a hug, and starts going to town for the second time. It’s definitely a good distraction, and part of you feels lighter as you struggle against his hold. The hysterics don’t seem like they’ll stop anytime soon, and as endorphins begin flooding your body, you’re definitely not complaining.

You realize you’ve never felt less alone. 

[bluejaysgonerogue]

I’m Sorry PT.1- Stucky x reader

Hello Loves!! This is what i remember to be the first Poly!Fic i ever wrote, but i remember i wrote it around the time i started reading tumblr. Again, as of right now i am moving my works from Wattpad to Tumblr. I will not be editing them, as i would like to show my evolution as a writer. Thank you!

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Category; Fluff, Domestic!avengers, Angst(!!!), Listen Before i Go(billie eilish, about suicide)

Rating; 16+

Let the Fiction Begin!

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Ash wakes up, the soft light of the mid morning sun shining through the large full wall windows of her room. I open my eyes, stretching slightly, a yawn ripping through my body. I cough, remembering my cold as I search for my boyfriends.

I frown slightly as I see that both Steve and Bucky aren't in the bed with me, or in the room. I listen to see if the showers running, or if there's water splashing in the bathtub, but there's no sound. Just the recordings of bird in the rain that Friday always plays once I wake up.

I sigh, getting out of bed and opening the large dresser tony had made specifically for the three of us. I open one of Steve's drawers, grabbing his biggest and fluffiest grey wool sweater. I throw it on over the tank top I have on, grabbing a pair of short shorts from my drawer and sliding the soft denim up and putting on a black belt. I throw my hair up in a new messy bun, grabbing grey wool socks and combat boots from the walk in closet.

I turn around to see if Steve or Bucky has wandered back into the room, but it was still quiet. I grab my phone, slipping it into my pocket as I walk out of our room. I make my way through the maze of walls that makes up the Compound, trying to find the main communal area where I think Steve and Bucky will be.

I hear laughter drift into my ears, bright and happy. Thor's booming voice follows the laughs, cracking a joke I can't quite understand. I walk into the large room quietly, not looking around the room. I walk into the kitchen area, grabbing an extra large tea mug and an earl grey tea bag, dropping the encased leaves into the mug. I fill the kettle and put it on to boil, grabbing a glass of water. I reach for the antibiotics on the bottom shelf,  taking out the needed pills and downing them all before draining the water.

“Yknow, you're supposed to take them one by one, right kid?" Sam jokes with me from the expansive island where the majority of the team is sitting. Tony is sitting on the couch, talking with Rhodey about something while Morgan watches BBC's Sherlock.

I give him a look. "Yknow, I don't need the water, right?"

"So what, you can take pills dry?" Wanda smirks slightly, easing an eyebrow in questioning.

"I can if I want to."

"Ah, what is the point in these 'pills', doctor banner?" Thor asks, somehow not knowing.

"Well, they can prevent sickness, supply nutrients, prevent pregnancy, subdue pain, a lot of things actually."

"And speaking of preventing pregnancy..." I mutter to myself, trying to reach for my birth control pills. I try to reach them before sighing, turning around to the team.

"Who put my pills on the top shelf?" I glare at them, mainly at Loki, Thor, Steve, and Bucky as they're the only ones who can reach up there. It's silent for a bit, Steve has already gotten the pills down for me. I grab my dose, downing it dry and looking at Sam mockingly.

"I did. O-on accident of course, but I did it." Bucky says, looking slightly nervous.

"Oh. Okay." I say nothing as I give Steve a kiss on the cheek. He grabs the whistling kettle and fills my tea mug. I thank him with another kiss before Clint and his big mouth speak up. 

"Ew. PDA is NOT needed. Get a room, there's a pure innocent child present." Natasha slaps Clint (not lightly) on the bicep, worsening his laughter.

Everybody stares at him, natasha slipping a bunch of salt into his oatmeal when he's too busy falling on the floor to notice.

"Yknow, if I had a dime for every time I've seen you eyeing Ash and Wanda, I'd be richer thank Stark and his father combined." Bucky says, slipping his arms around me protectively as vision tightens his grip on Wanda.

"Oh please, I haven't done any such thing!" Clint, writhing on the floor, manages to get out between a few laughs. At this point, there's a mound of salt mixed into his oatmeal and milk. At first it was only Natasha, but now I've gotten out the big container of salt and started pouring it in the oatmeal, a red wispy encased salt shaker dropping salt into the milk.

"Christmas, last year. You were drunk and practically eye fucking our girlfriend. Same goes for wanda." Steve says, glaring at clint over the counter.

“There's a crap ton of tea here, is Friday getting all of it daddy?" An 8-year-old Morgan says, a small smile on her face. 

"Damn I love this kid." I mutter under my breath, understanding her reference.

"Clint, get your ass in your seat before I call fury and tell him you were having fantasies last night about his favorite agent." Natasha threatens in that tone that tells you to get shit done. Clint scrambles into his stool, taking a bite of oatmeal.

The way his face scrunches up is priceless, and when he goes for the milk, probably thinking it would help with the bitterness, he spits it out. It would have hit me if Bucky hadn't turned his back and covered me.

"Oh hell no, that's my favorite sweater on Buck." I say as I set my tea down, taking a step towards Barton. "Five? Or just start."

"I'd say give em five. He's a slow old man anyways." Pietro smirks from the far end of the island.

"Barton." His head snaps up at me. "You have five  seconds until I slam you into the ground and shatter your spine. I recommend you don't try the vents either seeing as Tony just installed some lasers to evade intruders." I say this all in a soft, slightly (aka VERY) psychotic tone. I let a sick smile play across my lips as I lean Over the table.

"One." I say, lunging for him. I push him into the ground, pinning him down with his arm behind his back on his stomach. I have his legs bent in a way so It'd hurt to move, his other arm held down by the hand with my boot. I press my knee into his back, smirking slightly at the exasperated sigh he lets out.

"Cmon kid- let me go." He pleads before I push down harder with my foot and knee making him whine in pain.

"Notice how no one is moving to defend you Barton." I say rather loudly. I push down on his arm more, getting another groan.

"Cmon kid. I didn't mean it." He is clearly distressed by the situation, looking rather embarrassed to have been pinned in such a position by an "untrained ten year old". He moves his head to look at natasha, pleading silently for help. She shakes her head, perfect eyebrow raised.

"She's right clint- Shes 22, way too young for you."

"Oh really? Last time I checked, Cap and Barnes are well over 103 Years old!" This earns him more foot and knee pressure as I twist his arm, closing to breakage.

“Be careful what you say about my boys Barton. It won't look pretty when I'm done with you if you keep insulting my princes like that." I say this, pushing down with my knee as I shift my weight ever so slightly to lean into his ear. He whines again. 'What a baby.'

Suddenly, there is a cold And warm hand under each of my elbows, picking me up off the agent and setting me down on the floor.

"Now now, little ужасный волк (dire wolf), his loneliness is enough to hurt him. He doesnt need his old man back breaking because he threatened us." Bucky holds my face, looking me in the eyes as Steve slinks his arms around my waist.

"Plus, we're physically younger than him." Steve says, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

"But it's funny to watch his egotistical snarkyness fade as his life flashed before his eyes." I Whine, my words, despite their content, sound like that of a spoiled 5 year old. Even though I'm trying to be sarcastic, I can still feel everyone's faces flinch a little.

"Baby we've talked about this, you don't let your false murderous intent cloud your actions." Bucky smiles slightly, Goin g along with my joke before picking me up out of Steve's arms and carrying me bridal style to our wing. Steve follows behind with my tea and two pieces of avocado toast in hand. 

Bucky sets me down on the floor-inset couch, jumping over the back and landing next to me. Steve sets down my tea and hands me the plated food. He turns on the TV and opens our Spotify account. He plays the song that was playing at the party of Tony's we all met at.

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

I take a bite of my toast as Bucky stands up, dancing with Steve.

We were walking on moonlight

And you pulled me close

Split second and you disappeared

And then I was all alone.

I smile as they sway back and forth, taking small steps as they lean on each other's shoulders. I smile, watching the two. They've always Been so photogenic, always posing the right way. I reach for my phone, snapping a quick picture before setting it down on the table.

I woke up in tears

You by my side

A breath is relief

And I realized

No, we're not promised tomorrow.

Steve grabs my hand, pulling me around the coffee table to dance with him, Bucky taking a picture with his own phone. Steve kisses the top of my head, pulling me closer by the waist.

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

And I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye

Wherever we're standing

I won't take you for granted

'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

Bucky takes me from Steve, moving around more with me. Steve snaps another picture before walking off to our small kitchen. Bucky and I move around the room gracefully, hands intertwined tightly together as we hum and sing along to the words. I start violently coughing again, Bucky pulling me close to his chest in a warm hug once I catch my breath.

In the blink of an eye

Just a whisper of smoke

You could lose everything

The truth is you never know

Steve takes me away from Bucky, picking me up and placing me back on the couch.  Bucky drapes a blanket over me, handing me my tea which I gratefully sip. 

So I'll kiss you longer baby

Any chance that I get

I'll make the most of the minutes

And love with no regrets

They both settle down beside me stuffing their bodies close to mine as they both kiss my cheeks before kissing each other above my head.

Let's take our time to say what we want

Here's what we got before it's all gone

'Cause no, we're not promised tomorrow

I pull out their dog tags on each of their necks, then looking at mine. They hug me tighter, each one nuzzling into their side of my neck.

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye

Wherever we're standing

I won't take you for granted

'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

—time skip to infinity war—

"Steve? Ash?" Bucky says before dusting. I look down, only to see the same happen to me.

"Steve? Steve please I don't wanna-" darkness.

|—☆—|

I wake up, feeling a cold, hand, a familiar metal holding me close to a warm torso.

"B-Bucky!?" I claw at him, straddling him and pulling myself closer to his body.

"G-God, I thought I lost you, and Steve." He kisses my head before his breath catches in his throat. "Where's Steve?"

I look into his eyes, seeing the same feelings. Denial, fear, worry, love, anticipation.

"Come on! It has been five years we must go fight the battle!" A heavy Wakandan accent yells out at us. I give Bucky a quick kiss before tossing him another magazine. I run off towards where the crowd is  heading, Bucky on my heels. We are let through the crowd, walking through the sparky portal.

I look around me to see rubble. Everywhere. There's a huge alien ship tearing Through the deep rusty red sky. There's no sign of Steve in the portal, or any of the others coming around.

Bucky nudges me, pointing out in front of us. I look out to see Thanos, in his large set of armor, and Steve facing him. Thor is splayed out on the ground, Loki next to him. Steve looks behind him, seeing me and Bucky approaching him with hundreds of people following.

“Oh my god I thought I lost you two." He smiles, looking at me and Bucky.

"I thought I lost you two..." I smile, looking at Steve's smudged up face.

"And I third that." Bucky says briefly. Steve turns around, tightening his broken shields strap with a sudden tug.

"AVENGERS!" He yells out, projecting to the whole area. He reaches his hand out, Mjolnir, of all things, comes flying at him. He catches the weapon, making a show out of it. "Assemble."

Thor yells, T'challa's voice soon joining as everyone changes against the horde of aliens.

|—☆—|

I see peter, shooting an alien that's about to come get him. He nods at me, getting picked up by Valkyrie and her Pegasus, the Iron Gauntlet in hand.

I look over to thanos, seeing Wanda talking to him. She hurls rock at him just before all hell breaks loose. Beams of energy race down towards the ground, trying to hit anything in sight. I dodge to the left, hiding under a large piece of rubble. Suddenly they stop pointing at us and aim for something in the sky. A large ball of orange light flies through the ship, one wing tearing off after the figure stops. The ship crash lands into the water, causing a large wave to come off of the lake. It starts up into a funnel as a sorcerer uses his magic to guide the water.

The ball of light lands in front of peter, getting the glove from him.

"I don't know how you're gonna get it through all that." I'm already behind Okoye as she answers.

"Don't worry-"

"She has help." I finish, the other women landing around me. Morgan in the light blue armor looking like her late mother. Wanda behind me, and I can hear Valkyries horse land.  Us ladies start doing our badass walks towards the oncoming battalion, shifting into a run as the battle continues.

|—☆—|

I see tony lunging for the stones, thanos following in suit. I push back on thanos, giving tony the chance to get the gauntlet and transfer the stones before thanos pries it away from him.

The titan places the gauntlet on his hand, letting the adaptive size fit him.  The other original six avengers, minus... Clint... gather around tony, me and Bucky joining as well.

"I am... inevitable." Thanos snaps, only for the gauntlet to make a clink noise. All of us avengers put our hands together and on tony, as he raises his right hand with the stones arranging themselves in his suit.

"And we are..." Bucky looks at me, then Steve, who gives a reassuring nod.

"The Avengers."

Tony snaps, and energy corses through me, pain mixed with desire and power. I walk over and rip the stones off of the suit, placing them in thor's cape.

We look around, the whole Army starts fading away. The world is suddenly filled with the dust of our enemies. Thanos slowly moves to sit down, turning to dust once he falls.  Tony falls into the ground, an exasperated laugh leaving his mouth. We all follow suit and plop down next to each other, looking up at the catastrophic sky. I hold Bucky and Steve's hands in mine, letting them kiss me and then each other with smiles on our faces. We sit up and hug each other, happy to be together again.

"Thank god you two idiots are alive.. god, I don't know what I'd do without you two testosterone junkies." I joke, kissing each of them on the cheek as we all bask in the glory of victory.

—timeskip to after the battle, at the TOWER—

Bucky and Steve all sit on the couch, leaning on each other with such purpose. I sit back and look at them, seeing if they would be without me. 'Maybe that's better.'

I sit down on the couch, next to Natasha and the end instead of in-between the two. Bucky and Steve look at me, surpise on their features as I talk with Natasha about Clint.

"Remember that time when I pinned him on the ground and we all put salt in his food." I laugh briefly before staring at the floor, Grief on me and Natasha's features.

"Maybe... maybe it's better this way. Somebody had to die to get the stone, and that bastard actually chained me down..." she smiles, and chuckles, then frowns, reaching up to her neck to hold her arrow necklace.

"I'm sorry nat... I'm sorry you had to loose him." I rub her shoulder as a single tear drops onto her lap. "But at least he's with his family."

They had randomly come back in the middle of the battle and were quickly torn apart by thanos' goons. We hadn't noticed they were even there until well after the battle, about three days into cleanup. Damn, Natasha looked so sad looking at the kids and Laura. Morgan was sad that her friends were dead aswell, finally able to process such a thing at the age of 13.

|—☆—|

I've been distancing myself from Steve and Bucky for three and a half months now. I don't even know how I'm still alive. They have started sleeping on the couch, where I used to sleep, causing me to move into an extra room. I returned all of their sweaters and sweatshirts and T-shirt's and jackets that I had taken from them over the years, sneaking into their room and moving everything into their drawers. I took all my clothing out, moving it all into the room-my room. Everyone was happy when Tony has been cleared to use his arm again, as it had been damaged from the stones. But Steve and Bucky just sat there, eyes on me sipping a glass of wine as I laughed with Natasha.

"Wait, so you're telling me that if even one person hadn't been in the chain, Tony would've died?" I look at Bruce with disbelief, my mouth slightly ajar.

"You are correct."

"And if we hadn't been there at all, tony would have died in even less time than two hours?"

"Yes Ash, now please go uh... talk to someone else. I need to work." Bruce shoos me out of the lab, locking me out.

"Fine." I turn around, getting into the elevator and going to the top floor. I get onto the fire stairs and take them up to the roof, bringing out my laptop and sketchbook. I play some Billie eilish, sketching pictures of me, Steve, and Bucky. After a while I take myself out of the mix, creating more intimacy between the two enhanced men.

Take me to the rooftop

I wanna see the world when I stop breathing

Turning blue

Tell me love is endless

Don't be so pretentious

Leave me

Like you do.

—

songs; Like I’m Gonna Loose You (Megan Trainor, John Legend) listen before i go (Billie Eilish)

[crystalninjaphoenix]

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.” Anyone with Swap!Marvin? Or Volt? Ohhh or maybe both of them together! I dunno if they even hang but that’d be a fun scenario- with good whump and or/angst 👌

(Yknow you made me realize these boys really don’t interact with each other as much as they do with other Switch boys 🤔 But that’s not to say they don’t hang out at all! All the boys are friends uwu )

Marvin was still figuring out how to use his cell phone, but he knew how to accept calls. Still, this wasn’t a call he was expecting to get. From the very beginning, something was off, as Schneep tended to text over call. Marvin pressed the green button to pick up. “Hel—”

“Jamie can I come over?”

Marvin blinked. “Henrik? T’is is Marvin, not Jems.”

“Oh, I dialed wrong.” Schneep laughed shakily. “Does not matter. You live together, can I come over? Now?”

“Um, I s’pose?” Marvin said slowly. “If you’re lookin’ for Jems, he’s not here now, he’s at rehearsal for a show.” Marvin would’ve gone to watch him practice, but it hadn’t been the best day for him, so he backed out.

“The person does not matter, does not.” Schneep’s words were strange enough to cause Marvin’s brows to furrow in confusion. “I just need—I am coming over now. Okay, I will see you.” The call dropped.

Marvin blinked, taking the phone away from his ear. Well, this didn’t seem good. They kept the first aid kit in the upstairs bathroom, probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get it out now so he wouldn’t have to go back up the stairs. He sighed, grabbed his cane, and pushed to his feet.

About ten minutes later, Marvin was sitting on the single chair in the entrance hall when the front door flew open and Schneep stumbled in. Marvin stood up just in time to catch him when he fell, staggering a bit at the sudden weight. “Henrik! Wha’ happened? Are you alrigh’?” He pushed Schneep away a bit so he could look him over. And again, he could tell something was off immediately. Schneep wasn’t wearing his vigilante costume, just his usual gray sweater. And he didn’t have any injuries, or at least none that Marvin could see. “Is...is somethin’ wrong?” Marvin asked cautiously.

Schneep suddenly burst into laughter. His legs seemed to lose support and he fell against Marvin again, who had to take a few steps to maintain balance. “Yes, yes, something is wrong,” Schneep said. The confirmation was a little...odd, when he said it between giggles.

“...alrigh’...” Marvin shifted, uneasy. “Come on, I t’ink you need to lie down.”

He ended up half-carrying Schneep into the parlor—well, the living room, as it was apparently called in this day and age. After taking a moment to shoo the cat off of the sofa, Marvin set Schneep down on the cushions and then immediately collapsed into the nearby armchair. He watched as Schneep grabbed the nearest throw pillow and hugged it tight. He was still shaking slightly, though with the new way his eyes were leaking tears, Marvin wasn’t sure if that was silent laughing or if he was crying now. “Now...Henrik...” Marvin said slowly. “I’m not sure what’s goin’ on. And I can’ help if I don’ know what’s goin’ on. So...if you could just explain quickly t’at would be really helpful for both of us.”

Schneep hummed noncommittally. His eyes darted over to Marvin, then over to the living room window, then back to Marvin, then over to the corner where a lamp was standing, then back to Marvin. “How long have we known each other?” he asked.

“Ummm...I t’ink it’s been a few months now,” Marvin offered.

“How many?” 

“Um...‘m not sure.” Marvin bit his lip as he thought. “It was back in March, I b’lieve.”

“March?” Schneep seemed surprised to hear that. “Ah.” He rolled over so he was facing the back of the sofa, instead of out toward the room.

Marvin stared silently for a moment, unsure if that meant he was done talking. “Do you...need anything?”

Schneep’s head suddenly whipped back around. “I have not told anyone,” he said suddenly. “Not Anti, not Jackie—I know he is doctor, but not that type, and I am worried. I know these two for long time, but I have not told them.” He turned his head back around and buried his face in the throw pillow.

“Oh.” Marvin looked down and began tracing around the top of his cane. “T’en...don’ take t’is the wrong way, I’m honored and all, but...why woul’ you tell me abou’ whatever t’is is?”

Schneep sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest while still holding the pillow. “I...do not know.” He laughed again. “I did not want to be alone tonight. So I planned to call Jamie and ask him if I could stay over, but I did not think I would say anything. But you are here instead, and I think you would somehow understand, and I am thinking about saying something. But I am not sure...” His voice broke. “What you would think about it...”

Marvin paused.“Holdin’ ev'rything in doesn’ help, y’know. Ye don’ have t’tell me the whole story, but it might be better t’say something.”

“...maybe...” Schneep squeezed the pillow tighter. Marvin waited patiently, opting to lean down and pick up the cat and pet him while Schneep started slowly rocking back and forth. After what seemed like hours, Schneep spoke up. “Marvin.”

“Hm?” Marvin looked over.

Schneep took a deep breath. “Marvin, I...tonight, I was...things were not—I-I had a bad time tonight. There were things that were not really there—”

Marvin sat up straight. “What did he do?! Where did you see him?! I swear if he—”

“No, no it was not Dis—was not because of anything outside,” Schneep hurried to say. When Marvin paused, clearly confused, Schneep took a deep breath. “I...I am sick, Marvin. Not...in a way people can see. Not physically. My mind, it...it does not function like other people’s. Has not in a long time.” He buried his face in the pillow once more, but continued talking, his words muffled but understandable. “I try to not let it affect things too much. There is medicine I take to help it. But I cannot help but think that if I say this to others, they will react to me differently. I...do not want people to be afraid of me.” He didn’t move after confessing this, staying almost abnormally still, muscles tense.

Marvin was quiet. His thoughts were spinning through his mind, snatches of half-formed words. He couldn’t deny the way he had gone on edge the moment he realized what Schneep meant. But he did scold himself for reacting that way. How unfair that was! No, this didn’t change anything. And if it did, that would only hurt Schneep. Besides...Marvin had to admit some of what he said connected with him, if you would switch out some key words. Marvin looked down at his cane. “I t’ink I understand,” he said slowly.

Schneep looked up. “I am...I-I am afraid, Marvin. Everything is getting worse. And I worry about...him.” Marvin didn’t have to ask who. “With the way he can make you believe and see things that do not exist, those illusions of his and the way he can distort reality...and I know he hates me, and so I-I—I think I would not be able to—to—”

Marvin noticed the way Schneep’s hands were shaking as they held tight to the pillow. He reached over and grabbed one. “It will be fine,” he said with conviction. “You are one of the strongest people I know. It will be alrigh’.”

“M-maybe.” Schneep’s voice cracked. He blinked, and a few tears rolled down his face. “But I do not know. I do not know, and I hate that.”

“Well, I know. I know you’ve survived so many dangerous situations and t’at you can survive many more. It will be alrigh’.” Marvin squeezed Schneep’s hand, and he squeezed back, seeming reassured, and maybe a bit more connected, by the contact.

“I can...I can still stay here tonight, yes? I still do not want to be alone.” Schneep’s voice was fragile, as if he anticipated a shattering rejection.

“Of course ye can.” Marvin nodded. “The bedrooms are all on the second floor, so we’ll have to go up the stairs.” Marvin sighed. “You can stay in the guest room. I’ll call Jems to let him know.”

Schneep stood up. “You two should convert that empty office down here on the first floor to a bedroom.”

Marvin started. “I...did not t’ink of t’at.”

Schneep chuckled. “Clearly.” When Marvin stood up, Schneep instantly grabbed his spare hand, then seemed to consider it, looking back at Marvin for permission.

“It’s fine,” Marvin assured him. “Just not too tightly.”

“I am taking the pillow upstairs with me too,” Schneep said. He indeed did not look like he was ready to relinquish his hold on the throw pillow anytime soon.

“T’at’s fine too. Now come on, it’s gettin’ late.”

“It’s only ten-thirty,” Schneep mumbled. “Is not too late.”

“I assure you, it is for me.”

“You are like an old man when it comes to your sleeping, Marvin,” Schneep smiled.

“All I’m sayin’ is t’at t’ere’s a proper time for sleeping.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “Now are we goin’ upstairs or are we still stayin’ here?”

“Upstairs. And, ah, Marvin? ...thank you.” Schneep mumbled the last words. And Marvin knew it wasn’t just about letting him stay for the night.

He smiled. “You’re welcome. After all, you’re my friend.”

Schneep returned the smile. The two of them didn’t talk much to each other for the rest of the night, but it didn’t matter. Sometimes, words weren’t needed to understand.

[adorajoon]

stalked. (epilogue)

> epilogue of stalked

> an au in which you find a thirst account dedicated to you

> word count: +4k

—

4 Hours after Jung Hoseok’s arrest

You can’t specifically recall the details from the day it happened. It felt like a hazy dream that you were on the verge of waking up from. In a regular situation you would have joked around about astral projecting the entire time, which in itself is funny to think about. But let’s be honest this was probably going to traumatize you for a few years, if not more. Even your primary coping mechanism, humor, wasn’t enough to protect you from the horror of reality. Somehow you had the seedling of a thought, that maybe just maybe this really was your fault.

Breathe.

You took a deep breath and rubbed your eyes. The potholes and constant bumping were doing the opposite of lulling you to sleep. The sky was dark and full of stars that whisked by. You moved around some to get in a more comfortable position but found your efforts fruitless. Again you sighed.

Your huffing caught the attention of Jungkook who had been your personal chauffeur. Even with your back turned to him you could feel his concerned stare. You felt bad about asking him to do this favor after leaving the police station, but he seemed eager to please. Not that you were complaining or anything, it was endearing.

Your destination was home. Home sweet home where you could leave behind the weighing thought of Hoseok and Uni homework you had yet to catch up on. Your house was about a 35 minute drive on a traffic free day. Far but not too far.

You looked through the window watching the stars go by again. The moon like always, was following the two of you. It took you back to when you were a kid when your parents told you about the rabbit on the moon. ‘Tokki’ as they called him would pound rice cakes on the moon. In a funny way, the story reminded you of Jungkook. In some ways he was like a rabbit with his big round eyes and cute bunny teeth. You made yourself laugh as you mused the thought of Jungkook being the rabbit on the moon.

“Hey Jungkook,” you shifted in your seat to look at him. His figure was illuminated by the street lights and moon. “Thanks for agreeing to take me home all late and stuff.”

He shrugged as if it was nothing, “Like I said, don’t worry about.” Jungkook spared you another glance. He put his hand on your hand which had been resting on your thigh. “You went through some Future Diary shit dude, it’s the least I can do.”

He gets a giggle and then a laugh out of you. ”You goddamn weeaboo.”

“Says the person with an anime profile picture.” His hand squeezes your hand but you retract it, indicating your (fake) offense. He continues on with his anime rant “All I’m saying is that Yuno was like ‘I wanna protect you’ and then homegirl nearly destroyed two universes just to be with Yuki...Also give me back your hand coward.”

You could see his point yet you continued to keep the banter/discussion going on. Anything to get your mind off your guilt.

5 hours after Jung Hoseok’s arrest

“Hey, I really don’t want this to come off the wrong way but...I haven’t brought a person home for my family to meet,” You looked down at the glove compartment, feeling a little bashful. “I want you to meet them under better circumstances and when yknow… we’re actually official?”

He nods understanding the position you’re in, “Oh I get you, it’d be weird of me to impose anyway.”

You offer him a weak smile and reach over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Be careful on the way home.”

“Y/n, don’t even worry about it, I have a black belt in kickassology.”

“Sehun’s thread says otherwise.”

—

You flop onto your bed with a defeated groan. You had spilled your guts to your parents all in one go and all that you really desired was to just sleep or at least forget about your day.

Feeling simultaneously frustrated and exhausted you grabbed your pillow and put it up to your face. You screamed into your pillow with all you had. And it went on for awhile before your tired yourself out. Flipping your body over you stared at the ceiling fan, you didn’t want to feel anything. Yet! Those intrusive thoughts of Hoseok came racing into your mind. His look of despair and pained face printed itself into your mind.

‘This is your fault.’

‘Wait no. Stop thinking it’s your fault because it’s not it was just the circumstances. Ok but wait, maybe-‘

You close your eyes for a few minutes before you suddenly feel the need to text. Typical Millennial. The person that jumps into your mind is of course Jungkook.

You smile at his response and throw your phone at the pile of stuff animals at the foot of your bed. He was a dork.

1 day after Jung Hoseok’s arrest

You sat at kitchen table eating cereal across from your teenaged sibling. They had been typing away carelessly on their phone while you watched cartoons from their laptop. You guess they felt bad for you because they would have never trusted you with it otherwise. You put another spoonful into your mouth as you watched on. Your parents had left for works hours before hence their absence. You had to go back to campus later that day anyway so there wasn’t a point for them to stay and worry.

“Y/N.” They say all of the sudden. You look up to see urgency in there eyes.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What do you mean?” You narrowed your eyes at them. It was rare of your sibling to extend to olive branch. You supposed they were emotionally constipated, unlike yourself, so moments like these were rare.

“Well.” They tried to elaborate the best they could, “You went through some stuff, and I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone...I guess.”

The sentiment meant a lot to you. You needed to hear that. A fond smile found its way to your face and retracted your hand. You leaned over the table, “This is the shittest week I’ve ever had.”

You begin to tell them about how everything started but you end up stopping midway because your phone vibrates on the wooden table surface. Your eyes glance at the screen and you see a notification from Jimin. For some reason your mouth goes dry.

The look of dismay on your face must have been too obvious because your sibling picked up on it right away. “What’s wrong?” They asked peeping up from the other side. Thankfully it was a sincere question, not one of annoyance. Your sibling was (usually) an insufferable dick sent from Hell.

You frowned, “Check your Twitter, I’m everywhere.”

They quirked an eyebrow at you and began scrolling through their own phone. You bite at the inside of your cheek anticipating their reaction to it. “Damn...Better start calling yourself Dick Wolf because you just produced an episode of Law and Order.” They said holding back their shit eating grin.

There was the sibling you hated.

You stood up from your chair, creating a jarring floor to chair leg screech. “I’m not taking this slander from a freshman in highschool, good day to you.”

You had completely pushed the issue of the media getting ahold of your story aside and put it in your repressed feelings box. You would worry about that later.

—

The train ride back to campus was uneventful to say the least. Save for the fucking part when Seokjin, someone you previously regarded as a good friend, texted you from out of the blue.

You sat in your seat staring at his message. In all honesty you didn’t want to talk to him, it would just make you feel awful. But at the same time you wanted some closure, more information. Hesitantly you texted him back, saying you would call him after you got off your train. He of course complied and that was that. Well not completely because your stomach started to feel queasy.

Kim Seokjin, is- no was the boyfriend of your longtime friend Min Yoongi. He just sort of crashed into your life about a year or moreso ago. Your first impression of him was not exactly good, even if he had made your friend happy, you had found him irritating and nosey (particularly in your affairs and gossip about you). You never voiced your annoyance of course and overtime Jin started to grow on you and the rest of your little group. In hindsight you should’ve seen his betrayal coming but again, being the overly forgiving idiot you were, you still saw the good in him.

You didn’t call him immediately, in fact you actually went back to your dorm. When you opened the door you half expected Yeri or Jisoo to come and attack you with questions but that was not the case. It was the middle of the day so no one was there.

You closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. It still smelled like Jisoo’s lavender lotion, for which you were grateful for. Slowly you kicked off your shoes and pushed them aside. As you walked to your bed you saw a little banner hanging across your wall saying, “We Missed You <3.” You had no idea how long it had been hung up but it made you crack a grin. Somehow you’d pay them back later for the cute message. Despite everything they were probably the most patient and understanding.

But you digress. You came in to relax...and call Jin. You sat at the foot of your bed and scrolled through your contacts. Upon finding his name you pause and take a moment to compose yourself.

The phone begins to dial him up. You sit alone in anticipation, you had no idea what he would tell you. You hoped he wouldn’t answer.

“Hey y/n...it’s me um.” Jin wasn’t usually one to stutter with his words, he was usually proper with his speech, “thanks for calling me.”

“What did you want to tell me?” You ask cutting to the point. Small talk would just make you feel awful.

He paused. “Everything.”

6 years before Jung Hoseok’s arrest

It was a month into freshman year, you would say that you adjusted pretty well despite your initial thinking. You had plenty of new friends and acquaintances, mixed in with some old. You were particularly fond of the boy who sat by you in biology. His name was Kim Namjoon, he was pretty cool for an NHS kid you figured. The two of you had plenty of interests like anime and...copying off each other's homework.

Anyway, one day during a free period you decided to stray from the usual group of people to focus on your work. You didn’t know that would be your big mistake.

You saw him from across the room. Jung Hoseok. The boy who everyone told you stay away from. The boy everyone avoided. The sad little boy you would come to know as your stalker.

Now you were never one to buy into rumors, you liked to judge people for yourself before jumping head first into conclusions. You gave him a look over from where you were. Not sugarcoating anything, he looked like shit. Yes, he wasn’t bad looking-not in the slightest. It was just the fact that he looked like he had just gotten in a bad fight and lost. The bruise marks on his neck were what really got your attention. Without thinking you walked over to him.

“Are you okay? Do you need to talk to someone?” You stood over him with a concerned look.

He looked up at you partly startled at your presence. His face contorted into a variety of faces but eventually found itself in a mesh of shock and fear. Hoseok said nothing as his eyes began to gloss over with tears. You cocked your head to the side a little confused by his silence. His eyes locked with yours as a tear ran down from cheek. It was your turn to be startled. He began to cry more and more. Not knowing what to do in the situation you did the first thing that came to mind and that was pat his back. You didn’t know how he would react to that but you definitely didn’t expect him to cry harder. In a panic you looked around to see no one paying attention to the two of you, figures. Not knowing what else to do you gently wrapped your arms around him.

Yes you didn’t know him and you thought he would push you away but to your surprise he weakly wrapped his arms around you and began to cry in your shoulder.

You wish you could say that it escalated into a beautiful friendship after that but it didn’t. Though more friendly towards you Hoseok was still pretty much the same, he kept to himself. You respected his space and let him come to you, it wasn’t your intention to overstep boundaries.

He grew out of his ‘emo’ phase near the end of freshman year and by the next year his personality took a subtle turn. Suddenly everyone thought he was much more cool—not weird. By this time you already had your established friend group but you stayed on friendly terms. Homecoming was evidence enough of that.

3 days after Jung Hoseok’s arrest

When Jin said everything he meant everything. He told you about how long Hoseok had been planning to talk to you outside of high school, how he would shift his schedule to yours, how many pictures he had of you in his room. He told you about the elaborate past plans the two had come up with. Hoseok’s motivation for becoming a cop, which was not to get close to you like you suspected, but for another. Jin disclosed your stalker’s family ties and how his father abused him and his his own mother didn’t even want him. Hoseok wanted to be a police officer to help others like him, or at least that what he told Jin.

The first thing that you had concluded from the conversation the two of you had was that Hoseok had been in fact emotionally manipulating Seokjin even before you had met. It disturbed you to say the least and made you feel disgusted. Disgusted towards him and somehow yourself. You knew it wasn’t healthy to think that way but the thoughts just came in and in. 

Anyway.

It unsettled almost as much as the people dming you about your situation. You knew very well that they were news outlet people or just snooping around. Your assigned police officer Sooyoung had told you about being weary of who messaged you over the course of the next few days. It was understandable to be honest, you were the center and cause of the investigation of the Seoul Police and a stalker case. In addition to that she kept you posted on any new developments in what she called the ‘Jung Situation’.

The two of you corresponded through text mostly on the account of the Incheon Police Department going into maximum overdrive.

You stared at your phone for the longest time looking over what you had typed. It was out of your control.

You sighed and put your phone in your jacket pocket. You were at the front door of Jimin’s place. He alongside Taehyung had invited you over for dinner (he had ominously said dress ‘hoe formal’ so you assumed it would be just more than that). Not that you minded or anything, and it was probably better that you got out the dorms. (Especially when you spent the past few days making up as much work as humanly possible).

Before you even got to knocking he seemed to have sensed your presence and dragged you in. There wasn’t a point in protesting he was about as stubborn as he was small.

To your surprise you see your group of friends huddled up in his tiny living room. Their focus shifts from the TV and onto you. Yoongi, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon (with his patched up nose) give off varying degrees of excitement.

“Surprise y/n! I figured you needed a distraction from everything so we’re going out tonight!” Jimin held onto your shoulders as if you were about to book it and never come back. He was absolutely beaming.

“Where are we going?” You raised an eyebrow and tried to pry yourself away from his small hands (baby hands as you called them). It proves useless to struggle.

“Yeah I would like to know too.” Yoongi grumbles from the corner of the couch, basically drowning in his winter coat. You don’t blame him it was actually really cold. “You promised meat.”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up at the mention of food and he sat completely up from his spot, “Hyung are we...getting meat with y/n?” He says meat as if it’s a sacred word.

Jimin pouts and takes his hands off of you. He takes a few steps away from you to hold Taehyung’s empty hand (odd flex). “Well I was gonna tell you guys myself, but yes I’m paying for us to go eat and then we’re going to karaoke.” He seemed to squeeze Taehyung’s hand after making his last statement, “Yes I will pay so don’t worry about it.”

—

For the first time in what seemed like awhile you felt like a normal college student. Everything felt okay, and untouched by the heavy reality that was unwraveling around the six of you. Time seems to slow down as you all enjoy your dinner together, the table is filled with boisterous laughs and beer. Even Yoongi who had looked glum before had appeared to be in good spirits. You sort of thanked the alcohol for that.

All sitting around the table you all grabbed pieces of meat from the center of the table. There wasn’t a particular topic in the conversation it would just jump around from school to memes to the time Taehyung brought his dog Yeontan to school with him. And so it goes on like this right up until you all go to karaoke.

It was all shits and giggles by then but you were starting to feel the affects of drowsiness kick in. It was a shame that you were a sleepy drunk. 

While they went ham in karaoke you sat next to Yoongi who was taking a breather because he was partially tipsy. You watched everyone have a good time in front of you. Not that you minded you were perfectly content with watching man-children make a fool out of themselves.

 A little bit into it you saw Yoongi looking more or less sad. “...Are you ok?” You asked Yoongi, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t give you an immediate response. “As long as I have you guys I think I’ll be fine.” His voice was soft and his eyes were locked on his shoes.

1 week after Jung Hoseok’s arrest

“Y/n.” Officer Sooyoung Park sat across from you at her desk, she looked tired and run down from the overtime she had been working, “I’m glad you could make it on such short notice.”

You nodded, “It was no problem...”

She let out a huff and supported her head on her hands, “So I’m going to be one hundred percent with you, we worked hard for you to get justice while also keeping in mind the circumstances.” she continued to speak, “The judge found Hoseok unfit for trial due to his mental state so he’s going to rehabilitation where hopefully he can improve.”

“And what happens if he doesn't?” You sat on the edge of your seat. 

“They’ll keep him as long as he needs to be there.” She took a sip of her coffee while reading from a manila folder filled with papers on papers. Her eyes looked up at you with an unreadable expression. “I’ve done all I can.”

It was out of your hands now. You get up and thank her for her services.

“One more thing.” 

You stopped, your hand resting on the door handle.

“He told me to tell you that he’s sorry. He was annoying and insistent that I tell you or else he wouldn’t comply with the other officers.”

You just nodded and opened the door. 

Feeling bittersweet about the entire thing. you didn’t intend on looking back.

“Take care of yourself y/n.”

2 years since Jung Hoseok’s arrest

You sat next to Jungkook awkwardly adjusting the top part of your dress. It was hot and sticky and absolutely disgusting outside. You mentally cursed at Jin who insisted on having the outing outside in the first place. Jungkook wouldn’t stop squirming around in his seat either, it was easy to infer that he felt just as hot in his tux (as if his sweat didn’t give it away either).

“Who decides to have their wedding in the middle of May anyway?” You ask making sure to keep your voice to a whisper. “My thighs are melted to the chair.” You weren’t even being dramatic, if you tried to get up your skin would most definitely peel off the plastic chair. Graphic but you lived a sad life indeed.

“We both know Jin is...unique.” Jungkook crosses his arms and slouches in his chair. “And knowing him he probably planned it all without Yoongi.”

The wedding venue was nice enough, it looked expensive and elegant like you expected. White flower petals were littered everywhere you walked and decorative designs adorned any and all inanimate objects. Seokjin was a man of elegant taste what could you say.

There was a brief pause, you could hear the hushed murmurs of the other guests behind the two of you. You took a quick glance around to see some familiar faces mixed in with some not-so familiar faces. In the front you can see Yoongi standing awkwardly in his little suit. Namjoon and Jimin stand to the side as his best men laughing at him. You smile fondly at the sight. Yoongi notices your gaze and sends you a nervous smile. Of course your reaction is to send him an over enthusiastic thumbs up. 

“Y/n, do you think the emergency gummy bears are melted?” Jungkook asked you quietly while searching through your purse. You didn’t notice he had been snooping around until he said something.

Jungkook hadn’t changed a bit since the two of you decided to start seeing each other. He was still a dweeb who annoyed you by calling you mommy. Which was fucking disgusting. You relished your time spent with Jungkook even if you hadn’t officially started talking until the incident. 

Finally he retrieved your shared stash of gummy bears and began to open them. Soon after he did that the traditional wedding song from the organ began to play. Both of you froze in place and waited in anticipation for the other groom to come out. Quietly you both stood up and watched as Seokjin appeared at the beginning of the walkway. He took long strides with the music up to his husband to be.

You watched with bated breath as Jin approaches the altar. Yoongi had the biggest and most child-like grin on his face. 2 years prior you would have never forseen the two of them pushing through their relationships problems. It was almost laughable, the entirety of two years ago felt like a bad dream. 

It took a lot to get to this point you were not going to lie. It took therapy, confrontation, and acceptance of the circumstances, but you were finally glad to say that you and your friends were in a better place. Just a few days back you had heard Hoseok had requested a hearing to be discharged from the institution. 

The music stopped and your attention was now fully on the couple who were starting a new beginning. Somewhere in the speech you interlocked fingers with your boyfriend who was periodically eating gummy bears from his pocket. 

It finally dawned on you--You probably wouldn’t be here if Jimin had never found the thirst account. You wouldn’t be with Jungkook, but rather Hoseok who would still be dangerously infatuated with you. Jin could’ve still been pining after Hoseok, 

Hoseok would have still thought of you as his galaxy.

The notion of it made your stomach turn and you disregarded the thought. Nervously, you fiddled with the ring on your left hand while looking ahead at the altar. Jungkook’s eyes shift from the couple and onto you, he stays silent however his finger runs over the outside of your palm soothingly.

You feel at peace again and your restless thoughts are put to bed once more.

[prompt-master]

So here is my request: on a hero day Michael refuses to take off his jacket the heat gets to him which makes him start to throw up from the heat stroke I think(?) and Jeremy gets super worried and is like whY MICHAEL -ear

Here you go!! I hope this is what you wanted?? It’s kinda sucky// also can anyone tell me how to do read more on mobile??

Anyway here it is!!

–

It was hot. Unbelievably so. It was so hot that you couldn’t help but remember the humans were nonchalantly killing the earth everyday, because this was some Global Warming type heat. Everyone was pretty much dying. You’d either be at the beach, eating ice cream, sitting on an AC, or complaining all day. Michael had hidden himself in his basement, laying on the floor in nothing but a tank top and his boxers. He was sweating up a storm, convinced that death was coming and this was the end. He groaned, too hot to game, or smoke, or do anything really. His phone lit up, playing the Luigi’s Mansion theme, he instantly knew it was Jeremy and picked up.

“Yah…?” He sounded awful, but to be honest Jeremy probably did too. The poor kid was so pale that he could get a sun burn just from looking at the sun.

“Hey man! It’s Jeremy-”

“No shit man, who else would call me.”

“Ok so the heats gotten to you, that’s cool no big. But are you still up to picking me up? It’s ok if you’re not I mean- it’s ok cause I- cause I know you’re probably too tired. Everyone is so- hnng yknow??”

Michale’s eyes widened. Shit. He was supposed to pick up Jeremy from a date with Christine in 20 minuets, and here he was laying in his boxers.

“Yeah! Yeah no problem Jere, I’ll be over soon.”

Jeremy let out a sigh, just from that Michael knew he was planning on walking if he bailed. “Thanks man, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my player one” shit, he shouldn’t say stuff like that- he was dating Christine and-

“Haha yeah..see ya soon”

Michael stood up and started to get decent. The second he got out of the basement he groaned. It was so much hotter up here and he hadn’t even gone outside yet. He fixed his hair quickly, and went to grab a pair of shorts and a tank. But…he found his closet empty. All he had was his jeans, a tee shirt and hoodie which were still laying in the bathroom.

“Mother of All That Is Sucky.”

Dragging his feet into the living room, he found his mom over the washing machine.

“Mom?”

“Hmm??” She didn’t look up

“Did you wash my clothes already..? I need to go out real quick.”

“Yes, they’re in the wash right now. Sorry…”

Michael could deal with that, he’d just wear a tee shirt with jeans. He’d be a little hot but-suddenly he realized something, a sense of dread washing over him. He had to physically bite his tongue as he asked his mom a vital question.

“Mami…did you wash my gray sports bra” his binder.

“Yes why?? I know that’s your favorite but-”

“Nothing.” He turned around and dashed away “Nothing at all!!”

He stared at the clothes on his bathroom floor and sighed. There was nothing he could do really. There was no way he’d go without his binder, it was the only one he had too. He checked the time…he has to pick up Jeremy in 10 minutes. He sighed and put on all the clothes, including the hoodie. He yelled goodbye to his mom and hopped into his car.

The car ride was even worse. He had an old, used car. Recently the AC had broken, and so had the windows. Michael found himself leaning over as he drove, sweat dripping down his neck uncomfortably. He had to breath through his mouth, panting as he suffocated in the car. He felt like he was really about to die. His heart raced almost painfully, shaking his whole body. In the mirror he could his face was bright red, his hair no longer stuck up. It plastered against his forehead and puffed up from the humidity. He focused the best he could on driving, but all he could think was “hot hot hot”. His jeans stuck to his legs, his jacket felt like a physical oven. He almost didn’t notice that he’d pulled into Christine’s driveway.

As though he were waiting, Jeremy ran outside, waving goodbye to Christine. Jeremy looked pretty cute, the boy was wearing shorts and a loose tank top. The pac-man tattoo on his arm was clear as day, he wasn’t sunburnt surprisingly, he must have spent the whole day inside with Christine. Probably..doing couple stuff Michael thought sadly. The second Jeremy made eye contact with him, his smiled widely like the skinny dork he was and waved. Michael gave a small uncomfortable smile and groggily moved to unlock the door. God he felt like his skin was static, his cheeks and hands tingled, simple tasks felt difficult to do. Jeremy opened the door and yelled a strange noise when he felt the excessive rush of heat hit him.

“HoLY crap!! Michael it’s like…like death in here!!”

Michael wiped some sweat off of his face, trying to keep his breathing steady in front of Jeremy. “Yeah I’m sorry…AC’s broken. I got some water in the back though if you wanna grab some.”

Jeremy nodded and closed the door, reaching over to grab a water as Michael started the car again.

He heard the bottle cap twist, “Mikey…buddy I love you but why are you wearing that? It’s way to hot in here it’s gotta be over 100 degrees!”

“My uh…” he cleared his throat, he would have flushed in embarrassment if he didn’t already have all his blood in his cheeks, “my mom put my binder in the wash.”

“Ugh…”

“Yeah.”

Michael felt completely strange, the sides of his vision filled up with black spots, no matter how much he blinked the wouldn’t go away. He didn’t need to regulate his breathing either, he was oddly relaxed, his breathing slow. His stomach though…he felt like there was a rock sitting in it, which didn’t help his dizzy feeling. He was probably swaying, he knew that. He couldn’t hide this, not when his mouth tingled and tasted strange. Like…his mouth tasted fuzzy? Did that even make sense? He didn’t even care about how far gone he was at this point with how garbage he felt.

“Dude you are really sweating…like crazy. You should drink a water too..”

“Yeah that’s fine…just pass me one?”

Jeremy nodded and already handing him one as though he were prepared. He sounded pretty worried, in the back of his mind Michael knew he should reassure him. But they were at a red light and all he could think about was chugging the water.

“Michael no offense but you look like shit. Maybe we should get out the car and relax for a bit? Let the car air out?” Michael’s extremely pale face was starting to concern him, his fingers shook as he gripped the wheel, and Jeremy had never seen Michael so red.

“No..its fine, really we’re almost there.” The light turned green. Michael kept driving.

“Dude I really think that you should pull over. You…you really don’t look good.”

Michael shook his head, that rock in his stomach had grown in size. It was all he could think about. He barely even spoke when he said “how was Christine’s”

“What? Dude that doesn’t-”

Jeremy was cut off to let out a very girlish scream when Michael suddenly swerved to the side of the road, nearly hitting a truck.

“Michael what are you-?!”

Michael got out the car, and quite literally through himself to the ground, so out of it that he couldn’t even cringe as his knees his the pavement. His vision went mostly black before fading back in, and that’s when Jeremy started to hear him gagging.

“Oh shit-”

Michael continued to throw up the water and Doritos he’d had today onto the grass in front of the side walk. Jeremy got out the car, placing a hand on Michale’s back and rubbing it.

“Shit Michael are you- are you sick? Do-do you- shit what do I do?”

Michael couldn’t answer, unable to stop the painful dry heaves that wracked his body. All he could make out was Jeremy saying “shit” every now and then. When he finally stopped throwing up Jeremy held a water bottle up to him. Michael shook his head weakly, not even able to speak.

“Michael ? Come on man you gotta drink after all…all that” Jeremy tried his best to not look, they didn’t need two people throwing up. “…please?”

But again Michael shook his head, his breathing excessively slow and calm to the point of being scary. “Jeremy I- dude I’m gonna pass out…”

At that Jeremy felt his heart jump. “What?!” If he wasn’t scared before, he was horrified now. He put a hand to Michael’s face and nearly screamed.

“Oh my god! Michael you’re burning up!”

Michael simply blinked sluggishly as a response, Jeremy didn’t even know if he heard him. He moved to unzip Michael’s jacket, and only then did he get a response.

“No…” his words slurred together dangerously, like his tongue couldn’t move, “can’t let…don’t let anyone see”

“I won’t, I wont! But we gotta take this off ok?!”

Either Michael was too weak to fight back or Jeremy’s panicked tone convinced him, either way Jeremy tugged of Michael’s jacket.

Then Michael gagged again.

“Ok…ok listen we’re gonna put you in the car and I’m gonna drive you home ok?”

“Whhat? You’ve..you’ve never driven before you can’t.”

“I can have the SQUIP help..! They’ll know how to drive…it’ll only be temporary-”

Even through his incoherency, Michael has him a death glare.

“Are you-are you fucking stupid?”

Jeremy cringed, “Michael I gotta get you ho-”

“You can’t listen to anything that damn iPhone tells you to…you..you’re so better off now..you got the girl..the..the life.”

“Ok ok Michale you’re right, calm down.”

They had to take a break in their argument as Michael gagged again, bringing up nothing but bile.

“Don’t you…fucking…” Michael’s eyes rolled back as he dropped like a rock, like a puppet cut from strings. Jeremy screamed again, catching his best friend.

“Michael ! Michael?! Can you hear me?!”

When he didn’t respond he weighed his options of using the SQUIP. But no, Michale would kill him if..when he woke up. He brought out his phone and with a shaky breath dialed 911.

—

When Michael groaned, Jeremy instantly leaned over him.

“Michael ? Dude? You awake..?” Came his unsure voice.

Michael opened his eyes slowly, feeling like he just woke up from a coma. He looked around and saw he was in a hospital and instantly knew some bad shit went down.

“Oh god…what happened?”

Jeremy took a seat next to him and nervously grabbed his hand, fidgeting with Michale’s fingers.

“You…you had some pretty bad heat stroke there. Well..heat exhaustion? I can’t even tell anymore. You passed out and I called an ambulance.”

“Mmm…thanks Jere-bear.”

Jeremy blushed at that, crossing Michael’s finger over one another. He was a nervous wreck.

“You shouldn’t have been wearing your hoodie…especially in your car. You know better than that dude”

“You don’t get it ok Jeremy? I couldn’t let anyone see-” his eyes widened and suddenly he shot up in his bed

“Michael your IV-!”

Michael caught his jacket lying on a chair across the room. His eyes were wide and frantic as he looked down, but Jeremy held his head up.

“Don’t worry I didn’t let anyone see. I covered you with your jacket in the ambulance, and blanket here. You can wear mine when your mom gets here…” Jeremy sounded like he’d planned this out for hours, and honestly he probably had.

“…thanks…”

But then Jeremy smacked his arm.

“Ow- Jeremy!”

“Never! And I mean never do that again! I think my heart stopped beating there for a moment that was terrifying!”

“I’m sorry Jeremy I’m-”

“Don’t-I know. I know…just…you’re health matters too, you know?”

“Yeah…”

There was silence for a while. Jeremy was still holding his hand.

“At least I have the best player one in the whole world”

Jeremy smiled at that, and rolled his eyes “yeah, you’re really lucky. Go to sleep, stupid.”

Even if Jeremy was dating Christine, he’d accept this little moment. And as for Jeremy…after all this was over he’d tell Michael he’d broken up with Christine and why.

[alecsimon]

hi. i would like to put in a formal request for a minivan alec fic. nothing long, nothing fancy. just yknow... a little something something to make me smile. please, and thank you in advance.

i’ve accepted minivan alec as my legacy at this point. also i apparently write christmas fics in the middle of june, so.

(as usual a huge thank u to charl @lightwoodlesbians for being the best beta

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“No, you don’t understand, sir - yes. Yes, I get that you’re closing now, but my car is broken and I have plans, and - sir. Hello? Shit.”

Jace turned off his phone and pressed it to his chin, pacing back and forth under the singular lit up street light. He should have known better than to drive through the night, but he was so close to New York. He was running late to Christmas dinner with Izzy, Clary, Magnus and Alec, and Jace had thought that maybe he’d be able to surprise them.

But his fucking car decided to give up and die on him, so that was great.

Jace looked back and forth down the empty road, burying his nose deeper into his scarf and groaning. The worst part of the entire situation was that he was going to have to call Alec for help.

Alec, and his unbelievably stupid fucking beige minivan.

Both Alec and Jace had decided to buy cars at the same time, and Jace, like any normal guy in his mid 20s, opted to buy a car that was sleek and sexy. He’d settled on a Ferrari that purred like a dream and would definitely draw all the attention to him. Alec, on the other hand, had taken one look at the beaten up beige minivan in the far corner of the showroom, given a half ass shrug, and said, “That one works.”

The most annoying part was that Alec didn’t see why the minivan was so horrendous. He claimed it was ‘practical’ and ‘convenient’ and ‘had good milage’. Every time he got into Jace’s car, he would squirm and make uncomfortable faces and complain about how fast they were going.

Jace was convinced his brother was secretly an eighty year old man trapped in a twenty-five year old’s body.

He looked up at the sky, muttering a soft prayer to himself as he typed out a text to Alec saying he was stranded on a highway in New Jersey and needed saving. The phone buzzed back almost instantly. Jace mentally prepared himself to see the cocky and smug message and was instead met with a simple: 

On my way.

Hm. Okay. Maybe Alec was feeling the Christmas spirit. Maybe Alec had decided, hey I’m not gonna be a dick to my brother and rub it in his face that I have the more dependable car.

Not that Jace would ever admit his defeat anyway.

Jace sat down in his car and curled in on himself to keep the cold away. He took out his phone and began playing Fruit Ninja to pass the time - he knew it would take Alec around an hour to reach him at this time of night. When the hour was nearly up, Jace got out of his car and looked at the empty road. 

After just a few more minutes of pacing and fiddling with his phone, Jace saw a pair of headlights in the distance. He pocketed his phone and puffed air into his cupped gloved hands, rubbing them together to create some warmth as the familiar silhouette of a minivan came into focus.

“Hello, good sir,” Alec said as he pulled up beside Jace, leaning over the passenger seat where the window was open. Jace groaned at the easy smirk on Alec’s lips. “That seems like a beautiful car you have there. I can’t possibly imagine why it broke down.”

“Alec,” Jace warned, narrowing his eyes.

“It just seems like such a convenient and capable car,” Alec continued, his voice oozing sarcasm. “I mean, the striking bright red, the elegant design.”

Jace opened his mouth to intervene, only to be cut off by Alec again.

“What was that thing you said again?” Alec asked, pretending to look thoughtful. “The roar of her engine is like a wet dream.”

“Alec, come on.”

“Don’t ‘come on’ me, Jace. With the amount of teasing you and Simon put me through.” Alec shook his head, raising a single eyebrow when Jace tried to reach for the passenger side handle and found it locked.

“Alec,” Jace whined.

“Admit it,” Alec said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell me my minivan is superior to any car you will ever own.”

“No,” Jace replied immediately, glaring at Alec as if to challenge him.

Alec glared back, looking extremely unimpressed.

“Okay, fine!” Jace exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “Your car is superior, the great Alec Lightwood. Your car knowledge surpases mine, as does your knowledge in everything else. Now can you please open the door? I’m fucking freezing. ”

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Alec said, his neutral face breaking out into a grin. Jace huffed, pretending to be pissed off, but he just ended up smiling instead.

Alec got out of the car and walked around to Jace, pulling his brother into a hug.

“Merry Christmas, Jace,” Alec muttered into his shoulder. Jace chuckled, patting Alec on the back. 

“Merry Christmas, buddy. It’s good to be back.” Jace pulled back, turning back to look at his car. 

“I already called one of my friends at the auto shop. He’ll come tow it in an hour and drop it off in his garage. We’ll pick it up tomorrow,” Alec said, nodding his head towards Jace’s car. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite big brother?” Jace asked, aiming for charming with a cheeky smile.

“I’m your only big brother,” Alec deadpanned. “Let’s go. Magnus worked hard on preparing the turkey, and he’ll kill us both if we’re late.”

“Your boyfriend terrifies me sometimes,” Jace said, hopping into shotgun and relaxing for the first time in hours. The warmth of Alec’s laugh settled into the car, and Jace felt his heart expand with the thought that he was home for the holidays.

[witsyo]

WITS 1

I’ve decided to queue up a bunch of writing! You can find it all on my Ao3! I probably won’t link it all, I just wanted to make sure I had that at least once! 

Adrian is so much wiser than any kid his age should be.  In which I only have like four straight characters and one of them’s about to explain how that’s possible. 

Chapter below the cut

Adrian could see the distant lights of town out of the corner of his eye as he stretched his arms out in front of him. Reina was singing quietly to the music playing over the speakers, something in that genre that wasn’t quite lo-fi but was too gentle to be pop. They’d been driving for about 20 minutes, taking a route he wasn’t quite familiar with, but he trusted her to get them back home at the end of it all.

Reina had just shown up in the middle of the living room, squinting at him like she was trying to pick a fight. He’d tried to ignore her and keep playing on his phone, but when it’d been about five minutes and she was still standing there, he’d thrown down his phone and asked what was up.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

“...it’s like ten o’clock at night.”

“So?”

With that stellar logic, she’d convinced him. He had to admit it was never hard for Reina to convince him to do things, especially drives. That was something they’d been doing together ever since she’d gotten her license three years prior. Even a little bit before, to be honest.

“Blue comin’?” he asked as he grabbed his coat.

She’d been quiet just a beat too long. “Nah.”

He was still kind of wondering if she was okay. Drives were normal, and ten o’clock drives weren’t even unusual, but Reina usually spent them chattering about anything and everything, filling the silence and asking him questions and joking around. There was none of that today, just quiet music and the rumble of her truck’s engine.

Glancing over, Adrian caught her glancing over at him. She looked away as soon as she saw him looking, but he narrowed his eyes, dropping his arms into his lap. “Okay, what’s up?”

“Just…” For the first time, he noticed her hands shake as she adjusted them on the wheel. Her nails were painted dark, and he thought she might be digging them into the plastic. “H-hang on, I’ll pull over.”

This wasn’t…. Reina wasn’t usually like this. She was a pillar, had always been stronger than he could comprehend. He sat up a little straighter as she pulled into the parking lot of a silent building, closed for the day with windows darkened.

With one quick motion, she turned off the radio, leaving the car running and leaning back in her seat to take a deep breath. Silently, he watched her.

“I… I can’t tell you how important it is that you don’t repeat any of this.”

“Any of what?”

“Adrian.” He was surprised to see her eyes go shiny, like she was holding back tears. “I’m serious, okay? You can’t tell anyone.”

“Okay?”

“ No one .”

“Christ, Reina!” He forced a laugh over the sudden nervousness constricting his chest. “Did you kill someone? Are you coming out again? Can you even be gay twice, that feels like it’s not a thing.”

Letting out a shaky laugh, Reina half collapsed forward, pulling her seatbelt to it’s max and laying her forehead on the wheel. He couldn’t see her face from here, with her hands still up on the wheel. Carefully, he unbuckled, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder. “For real, man. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. Not even if you really did kill somebody, I promise.”

“You know how on my birthday? I was gonna tell you something? But then… well--” Her voice was muffled, and she trailed off into a mumble he could barely understand.

“When Blue called?”

“Yeah.”

There was silence for a moment, and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, quit being a drama queen. The suspense is killing me.” She peeked up at him, and he sensed a smile in her eyes. “C’mon, sit up and face me like a man.” He mimed throwing his fists up, and she snickered, finally sitting up and copying him in removing her seatbelt so that she could draw one leg up to cross over the other.

“So I’ve… Well, I’ve known for a long time? That something wasn’t right? Like… So I look at myself in the mirror, yeah? And it’s not me . But it’s not like some cheesy ad where you see somebody else, yknow? Like those stupid posters in a health class or anything? Like...I don’t know, I’m not broken or anything, I don’t wanna wax poetic and I don’t like…fuck, i don’t even know, it’s just like I look there and like I know it’s me because i do all the same things but then that’s not what I want to see which I know is super normal for likeateenagerandI--”

He felt his eyebrows traveling further and further up his forehead as she spoke, doing his absolute best to unravel what on earth she was trying to tell him. “So you… want to lose weight?”

“No!” She paused. “I mean… well, yeah, that’d be nice, but that’s not what I’m-- what?”

“You sound like you’re trying to tell me you have an eating disorder?”

There was a long moment where she just stared at him. She had a very particular look she liked to give him, a certain ‘what are you, a dumbass?’ sort of look that he was pretty sure was his right as a little brother to receive, and this was a prime example. “Adrian, this is really serious.”

“So are eating disorders?”

“Uh… I mean, yeah, but--”  

“You like already have a therapist, they could probably help you deal with it all? Like I think you’re gross no matter what you weigh.” She was still just staring at him like she wasn’t sure what to do with him. “I’m just kidding. You’re pretty and stuff, dude.”

“Adrian, I don’t--- I eat fine! I’m trying to tell you something really important!” He shut his mouth, sensing her frustration, and gestured for her to continue. “I’d been wondering what the hell is wrong with me for months, probably more like years! And I just put the pieces together, why I… wanted to be something else? But I just… then Blue called, and it didn’t even matter anymore, but I needed to tell someone and you’re the only person I can really trust, you know?”

Secretly glowing at the praise, he tilted his head and asked quietly, “Is it Blue?”

“Yes?” Reina let out a dry, laughing sob, letting her head hit the back of the seat and refusing to look at him. “No? Kinda? It’s so fucking complicated, it feels like if I even say it, it makes it… I don’t even know, just makes it real? I-I… I’m not what she wants, I’m just not . But I love her so much, and I think she would… Ugh! ” She kicked the part of the car in front of her feet, and he watched as angry tears came into her eyes. “I was so fucking ready to risk it. I was going to tell her, and I was going to hope she’d still want to be with me, but if not, it was gonna be okay, I was gonna… I don’t even know, just move on? Be heartbroken for a while and have the rest of my life in front of me? But I really thought she’d even just be okay with it! She’s a good person! But then she just… she gave up her whole fucking family, and she did it for me ! And maybe , if I could have been honest with myself just a little sooner , maybe I could have--”

She was kicking the underside of the dashboard every few words, harder with every hit, and as she cut herself off, she gritted her teeth, and tears started to stream down her face. Going extraordinarily still, she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.

“Reina…” Adrian said quietly. “It wasn’t your fault. If her parents couldn’t accept their own daughter for who she is then how could you have done anything to change it?”

“It wasn’t them I was worried about, none of this would have mattered to them . It was just…” Wiping her eyes, Reina shrugged. “Adrian, Blue’s a lesbian.”

“...Your powers of observation never cease to amaze me.”

Letting out the most heartbroken snort of laughter he’d ever heard, she shook her head. “She lost everything for me. She gave up all of her freedom, her family, everything. For me . What if she gave it all up, and now, when she finds out that I’m… that she doesn’t want to be with me, she realizes she gave it up for nothing? What if I stole her life out from under her without her even knowing what she was sacrificing all of it for?”

“Reina, she loves you.”

“Does she?”

They were both quiet for a long time. “Did you… like, did you do something bad? Or hurt her or something? If you cheated on her, like you can talk to her, and if you break up, it’s not like we’d just throw her out on the street.”

“ God , no. I would never,” she said vehemently.

“Then what is going on ?! And why do you keep dancing around it?!”

“Because I can barely even say it to myself! Even months ago, when I wanted to tell you, before everything happened, I could barely admit it! I didn’t even know if I could say it out loud! Being gay is pretty goddamn easy when your parents know exactly what you’re going through! I’m so fucking well-adjusted about being gay that no one ever thought that maybe I wasn’t, least of all me! No one ever thought that maybe it was more complicated than that!”

She stopped, pulling in shaky breaths as Adrian stared at her, wide-eyed. The scary part was, she was absolutely right. He didn’t even remember Reina coming out, it’d always been such a non-event. He had never even considered the possibility, and even now, was having a hard time wrapping his mind around what she was saying, but before he could come to any conclusions, she continued.

“I love Blue. I love her so much. I’d give anything to spend the rest of my life with her. But the problem is me. Blue is a lesbian. She lost her family because she likes women, and I am not…” Her voice broke, and she glanced over, making eye contact for a split second before her gaze dropped back to her steering wheel. “I’m not a woman.”