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bimrsadler · 1 year

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High honor Arthur or Dutch finding out its F!reader's birthday and she hid it from them bc she'd shy, but word gets out from one of the girls or something. hilarity ensues?

Dancing and Daisies

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Word count: 863

Warnings: high honor Arthur, use of alcohol, fluff, implied mutual pining (no obvious romance, just Arthur being sweet)

Notes: hilarity isn’t something I feel is my strong suit tbh but I tried to make a fun gang dynamic with some teasing and fluff - both Dutch and Arthur involved

You knew you shouldn’t have divulged your upcoming birthday to the girls, especially since they picked up on the tendency of your eyes to wander toward Arthur Morgan.

“You knooow, a little birdie told me it was someone’s birthday…” Mary-Beth giggled to the gang sat around the campfire.

You gave her a pleading stare while sipping your drink. As the newest member of the gang and someone who was shy even without a group of boisterous outlaws around — you didn’t want focus on you just yet.

But the drinks were flowing and that ship had sailed.

“And whose might that be my dear?” Dutch inquired with mischievousness in his voice.

Mary-Beth just snickered with glances in your direction. Feeling your body flush with nerves, Sean took notice. “If I had to guess it’d be the lovely lass avoidin’ eye contact over there.”

You rolled your eyes with a sheepish smile.

Dutch placed his foot on the log you were seated on, hip popped out with his hand resting on it. “Well now, that calls for celebration doesn’t it?”

“It — it’s nothin really, please,” you stammered awkwardly, unbearably aware of Dutch’s eyes on you.

“Nonsense my dear — Javier?! Play us somethin’ fun would you sir?”

The pleasant twang of Javier’s skilled guitar playing filled the air, quickly followed by Uncle joining in on banjo. The gang began clapping along, some getting up to dance.

“Oh no, that’s my cue. Can I slip away without them noticing?” Your mind raced as your eyes darted to find an opening to head to your tent. “They can just celebrate without me…”

“Down the hatch girl!” Karen suddenly appeared with a beer in your face, a smirking Sean attached to her hip. All eyes were on you now, the gang clapping slowly, jeering and chanting.

“Screw it,” you sighed with a nervous smile. While you hated the attention, the camaraderie made you feel welcome. And a little party couldn’t hurt, right?

The group cheered as you indulged them. Licking your lips you locked eyes with Arthur leaning against a tree in the back, arms crossed and shaking his head with a lopsided grin.

Dutch’s outstretched hand broke your line of sight, “how about a dance, Miss?”

You froze, unsure how to respond. You didn’t mind the idea of dancing with the charismatic man — but in front of everyone?

Before you could say anything, Tilly teased, “I dunno Dutch, somethin’ tells me she’d rather get a dance from Arthur.”

“Tilly!” You hissed, mortified.

“Is that so?” Dutch chuckled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, “I don’t see Arthur over here.”

You leaned into the dancing, highly embarrassed but admittedly charmed.

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, “ahh I ain’t much of a dancer, you know that.”

“Still isn’t very polite to keep a lady waiting Arthur,” Dutch chided as he dipped you.

Arthur huffed and waved his hand dismissively. You weren’t sure if you were thankful or disappointed; both petrified of and yearning for his attention.

Hosea taunted, “c’mon Arthur, ya gonna let him show ya up like that?”

Arthur stood suddenly, polishing off the last of his whiskey with a grunt. “Alright alright, quit scarin’ her.” Sauntering over, he motioned for Dutch to allow him to cut in — Dutch obliging with a deep chuckle.

Arthur wrapped his arm around your waist and took your hand delicately, far gentler and less possessive than Dutch. “Don’t think she wants two old men botherin’ her all night…”

“Careful Arthur or I’ll grab your Fenton hat!” You heard Hosea call out while the two of you swayed.

You had to stifle a laugh as Arthur grimaced, showing the same pleading stare you had earlier. Though you weren’t clear on the whole story you had heard bits and pieces of Hosea’s animated retelling of the events of that day.

The gang went about their own festivities as you and Arthur finished your dance. It was slower than you expected and even though he was quiet, he flashed a few soft smiles at you asking, “this okay darlin’?”

As the song ended, Arthur’s warm hand lingered on the small of your back before he parted with a playful bow.

“Not much of a dancer huh?” You asked coyly.

Arthur shrugged, “easier when yer partner knows what they’re doin’.” Leaving with a tip of his hat, you watched him head toward the poker table.

Your meter for social interactions was exhausted but it had truthfully been a nice night; feeling a little more at home with the gang. Head swimming pleasantly, you collapsed on your cot.

Glancing over you noticed something on the nightstand that hadn’t been there before; a small bouquet of wildflowers tied together with twine.

Beside them was a ripped piece of paper with a scribble, “Happy Birthday - Arthur”

Picking them up, you recalled mentioning to the girls that you missed the fields near Strawberry and the flowers that grew there — not thinking anything of it that Arthur had been chopping wood near you.

Smelling them wistfully you drifted off and decided that it was a good birthday after all.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan fluff

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haijmei · 2 years

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next in line

you thought that suna had reciprocated his feelings towards you, until a game of truth or dare had told you otherwise. so, the one next in line gets his turn: miya atsumu.

ʚ suna rintaro x reader + miya atsumu x reader | college!au | 3.9k words

warning: alcohol, mentions of sleeping with someone, suna breaking our hearts

author’s note: EVERYONE !! thank y’all so much for the love y’all gave my last drabble! i was so surprised and wondered where everyone came from. we have over 200 notes on it !! please give some love to this work too pls !! <33 i’ll be writing a part 2 to this soon!

(p.s: i was inspired from picka: 30 days to love! this is inspired by me being upset over the partner game around day 20 😭)

(part 2: amendments)

“hey! we’re playing truth or dare here! anyone interested, come through!”

a few bodies had moved from their previous spot, others had moved away from where the voice had come from.

a few familiar faces sat in the little living space near the front door. lots of the members from the college’s volleyball team were there too, including atsumu and suna. bokuto was there too, along with some unrecognizable faces.

staring at the circle, you didn’t catch the ball of orange running behind you and ushering you into the space.

“h-hey wait!” you stood your ground, feeting dragging every other step yet the sheer force of his running and pushing behind you stood a chance against your movements.

behind your ear, you hear hinata’s laugh as he was pushing you along. “come on, y/n! it’ll be fun! trust!”

you sighed, knowing that the only outcome to this situation was to play along. and played along you did, sitting right beside bokuto and hinata, you sandwiched between them.

“hey y/n! how’s it going?” a roaring voice across from where you sat called out to you. staring up, you locked eyes with atsumu who was clearly already drunk from the amount of alcohol he had earlier and the glow of red on his cheeks, maybe from the alcohol or just the extra smiling he’d been doing the whole time. sat next to him was suna who was uninterested and on his phone with one hand, a bottle of beer in the other.

atsumu was one of your good friends and the one you got close to the quickest due to his extroverted personality. he was someone you could rely on, and him the same, with you always talking about everything from the one girl you hate in one of your lecture halls, to your crush on suna.

“hi, atsumu. i’m good. i’d ask how you are but i think i can tell,” you joked. he had smiled back at you with a much wider grin and chuckled before waving his arm around and shushing the group.

“alright guys, let’s get this thing started. hopefully all of you know what to do.” atsumu grabbed an empty beer bottle from his side and set it in the middle. “i’ll spin this, whoever the bottle lands on must answer truth or dare. pass a truth or dare, you have to drink!” from that announcement the crowd got a bit rowdier. claps and hollers circled around you before atsumu took the clear bottle and spun it.

the first round landed on an unfamiliar person, who decided to go for a dare right off the bat. he was forced to lick the underside of someone’s shoe, much to his dismay.

the second round had landed on yaku, who you knew to be someone on the volleyball team. he was given a truth to answer, which was to answer when the last time he slept with someone was. denying to respond, he had taken a shot and everybody moved onto the next victim.

a few rounds passed. several disgusting dares and shocking truths came out until the bottle had finally landed on you.

atsumu had stared up at you. “ah, miss y/n, truth or dare?”

“i’ll go with truth.”

he smiled before he responded. “is it true that you’re still madly in love with suna?”

your mouth went agape. out of all things, he asked you this question? this was embarrassing for you, especially when he was sitting in front of you. plus when his name was mentioned, he had stopped staring at his phone and stared at atsumu before staring back at you with a questionable but upset gaze.

suna and you had some history back then. you had found yourself knees deep in your crush towards him when you told yourself you wouldn’t find any romantic interest for the guy. yet, there you were, with your lies embodied in you.

he had actually reciprocated the flirting that you had done with him, to the point where all your friends and even the team had wanted a happy ending for the two of you. he even took you out on a date, kissed you, did so much of the stereotypical romantic stuff that you were absolutely swooning over him. however, you just choose to keep your gigantic crush on him on the low.

“atsumu, really?” you groaned, but the others around you had been hyped from such a scandalous question. you quickly took the bottle of alcohol from the middle and poured yourself a shot straight into your mouth. sounds of disappointment surrounded you.

the bottle spun a few times, with even more truths and dares being given out. some players quit due to their alcohol limits being reached, and some were still left. including you, atsumu, and suna.

the bottle spun once more, taking a while to stop until its momentum slowed down and stopped right in front of suna.

“hey! i got one for suna when he answers!” a player shouted. something bubbled in your gut. not from the alcohol, but from the bad feeling you had gotten from the voice. it felt like it had mal intentions.

“okay. i’ll uh, go with truth this time,” suna adjusted his position on the floor before looking at the onlooker.

“are your feelings for y/n real?” this time, the crowd was rowdier than ever before. those outside the game came to see the drama going on, and all eyes were on the two of you now.

you glanced at suna before hiding your gaze to the floor. to be honest, you never knew where his intentions with you were. he had a hunch about your infatuation with him, but none of you really ever acted on it, only going for occasional flirting and the one kiss you shared. nothing more. but this question had certainly caught your attention.

suna stared out a little before he glanced towards you. he looked back at the ground before he spoke his mind.

“no, they were never there.”

saying that the silence was so loud you could hear a pin drop was a wildly low understatement. the silence was so loud that you could hear your own heart break. atsumu had embarrassed you first until suna had completely obliterated you. you were so embarrassed, you wanted to die. be swallowed up by the earth. have a plane crash into the house. everything but face the repercussions of the truth suna spat out.

there you sat, frozen solid. you stared at him back onto his phone, scrolling through who the hell knows. what he didn’t know was the amount of sheer shame he brought you. all you could do was sit there for the longest time and hold back your tears and onto your broken heart.

beside you, hinata had broken the silence first. “h-hey, suna, don’t you think that was a little too much?” from his question, all suna could say was one simple word:

“so?”

and that broke you. you stood up and nonchalantly walked out the front door. you just wanted to get out of there, forget everything that happened tonight, cry yourself to sleep. you hated what suna did to you tonight, and you don’t think you’d have it in you to forgive him if he had the pride to apologize.

you were already out the door and a block away. behind you, you heard the heavy steps of running and heavy breathing. you came to a stop before turning and seeing the blond setter coming towards your way.

“atsumu? what are you doing here, go back to your party. i’m going home.”

out of breath, he took a moment to respond, hands on his knees trying to slow his breathing down. “can’t… go alone… walk with… you…”

you put a hand on his shoulder for reassurance. “no, it’s okay tsumu, i’ll be okay.”

“no it’s too dark… rather walk you home myself…” atsumu slowly caught his breath. he stood up normally before looking down at your worried stare.

“if you’re sure, then i’m okay with it.” you continued walking before he jogged up to you, standing on the side closest to the street.

“i forgot to apologize.”

you stared at the twin. his gaze was facing forward, face molded with his serious face.

“for what, tsumu?” you questioned.

“i kind of brought up the whole suna thing. that was me being drunk. i’m sorry that it snowballed from there.” he looked down at you and smiled with a sheepish grin. you couldn’t help but to smile back, looking down at the ground before you while you two kept walking.

“it’s okay. really, i promise. no one really expected things to go this way. i’m just upset at suna i guess. he led me on this whole time.” you pouted. atsumu could see the disappointment in your face. oh how he wished he could be the one to turn your frown upside down.

he sighed before speaking up once again. “well, y/n. at least you know his true character. i’d say you dodged a nuke back there,” he joked with you.

you laughed back. “you’re right, but it’s hard to not forget about him, especially in my case where i was attached to him by the strongest glue imaginable.”

atsumu had hummed to that statement and the conversation soon turned silent, the clacking of your heels and his steps the only sound around for you two to hear. not before long, you returned back to your campus dorm, where he stood at the entrance.

“well, guess we’re here huh? text me when you get inside. and text me if you need anything, okay?” atsumu had asked you, and you told him that there was nothing to be worried about before walking inside to your dorm.

but to his experience, one who says there’s nothing to be worried about is usually the one that you should be definitely worried about.

for the next couple days, you stayed cooped up in your dorms. you hadn’t bothered to go to class or even open your computer. noticing your absence, atsumu decided to check in with you.

in your dorm, you laid underneath your blankets scrolling through social media before your phone buzzed and atsumu’s picture came up on your phone. you answered his call after a few seconds.

“hello?”

“y/n? how are you? i haven’t seen you since… you know.”

“i’m okay, really, don’t worry about me,” you let out a breathy laugh. you spoke in a tone that would hopefully convince him of your wellbeing.

but he wasn’t buying it.

“hm, okay. just checking in on you, bye!” he spoke before quickly hanging up on you. you thought nothing of it, tossing your phone to the side and taking a quick nap.

atsumu had hung up, but he decided that enough was enough and he had to go see you. he walked at a rushed pace all the way to your dorm and put in your door code. once inside, he took the elevator up to your floor, then walked out and straight to your door.

three knocks were heard.

“who is it?”

you were met with silence. the knocks were heard again, at a quicker pace.

you walked up and out of your bed and the knocks were even louder and much more frantic. you trudged to the door, and opened it to see none other than atsumu behind the wood.

“why are you knocking at my door?” you questioned him. you looked like a mess, but you didn’t care.

“i know you’re not okay,” atsumu breathed out. he noticed how pale you were, your eyebags grew more prominent, and your whole attire was unlike what you usually wore. you were more, put together, to describe it. yet here you were, looking like the total opposite of put together.

“i told you, i’m perfectly fine,” you grumbled. you walked back to your bed, letting atsumu in who shut the door behind him. your room was much worse— the whole room was dark, save from your screen on your phone. your trash can had been filled to the brim with tissues and junk food, clothes piled on the floor. you were normally such a neat freak too, but from looking at your state of your being and your room, he could obviously tell how much the situation at the party affected you.

he sat back on the edge of the bed, looking at you typing on your phone before going back to sleeping. he felt bad about everything, but more than anything he felt bad about suna saying that about you too. he wanted his friend to feel better.

“do you wanna go on a date?” atsumu spoke out loud. he had asked without hesitation and out of the blue, which definitely shocked the both of you.

you sat up from where you laid, looking at him in confusion. you were glad the room was dark though, because he would’ve seen how much your words had an affect on you. but maybe he could tell from the tone of your voice when you wondered about his question.

“i mean, as friends of course. but i wanna take you out, forget about that jerk. you deserve better, and you gotta get over him before you can find someone new.” atsumu had stopped looking at you from that point on, opting to stare down on your bed and playing with the fabric of your blanket that poked out.

you thought about his words for a second. it would definitely be a great distraction, but you still had a crush on suna. it wouldn’t be so soon as to where you can find someone else. but, it would be fun to go on a date with atsumu for a day.

“okay.” he looked up from what he was doing, finding you gazing at him.

“really?”

“yes really,” you smiled. he gave you a gentle smile back.

“okay, is tomorrow too soon? at 6?”

“no, i’ll be good then.”

atsumu smiled widely, hopping out from where he sat. “alright, guess my mission here’s complete! guess i’m outta here.”

“w-wait is that all you came here for? to ask me on a date?”

the blond turned around once again and smiled at you. “no, my plan was to make you feel better again. seeing you genuinely smile today means i did my part. but we still have that date, so hopefully i’ll make you happy again!” he walked out but not before waving you goodbye and shutting the door on his way out. that miya may be the death of you, but at least he made living fun.

the next day, you had wallowed in self pity all day up until an hour before your date. atsumu had planned to pick you up later in the day, but you still had no clue on what to wear even minutes before he said he’d come.

with great timing, he had texted you asking if you still wanted to go on that date.

[yes, i’m still down. but what am i supposed to wear? i’m not exactly aware of date attire or anything.]

he texted back, telling you to wear something warm and casual, so you opted for a warm top and comfortable bottoms, making sure you’d be warm at this hour of the evening.

[i’m here.] he texted you half an hour later. you walked out of your dorm and went down to the first floor. you walked out of the building to see atsumu wearing slacks and a hoodie layered by his volleyball letterman. he had been leaning on the brick wall, before noticing you and walking up to you.

“hey! you look good, y/n.” you smiled up at him.

“this was just something i put on. it’s nothing fancy or anything,” you spoke. atsumu laughed at your humble attitude.

“you still look good anyways. oh, and here,” he pulled out a bouquet of pink flowers. it was absolutely beautiful and smelled amazing.

“atsumu! you didn’t have to.” you flustered over the sudden gift. he patted your head before saying that this was a date, you deserve some flowers on a date.

he walked you to his car, but not before opening your door to let you in and closing it behind you. he circled around the hood to get into the driver’s side.

you buckled in and settled the flowers on your lap. “so, where are we going tonight?”

he started the car, then started driving out of the campus. “i got two things in mind that you’ll hopefully love. but it’s a surprise, so you’ll know when we get there.”

you groaned and he laughed. the rest of the car ride was some banter between the two of you while his playlist of your shared music was on a low volume before you arrived at some unknown location.

“where are we?” you spoke as atsumu had opened your door again. as you stepped out, your nose was flooded with the scent of all kinds of food. it was hard to figure out what was what, but nonetheless it made your mouth water.

“a food festival. hopefully you haven’t eaten yet, but food’s on me. get whatever you want.” he held out his hand for you to hold. you looked at him before looking back at his hand, hesitant on whether or not it was okay.

“i don’t have chickenpox, y/n. it’s okay,” he joked. you grumbled back at him before holding his hand and he squeezed it in comfort.

the both of you walked around the food festival with you looking at all the options you had in front of you and him suggesting on what to eat. the both of you first tried some savory foods, grabbing one meal from a food stand and eating it before moving onto the next. some foods were absolutely amazing, others were not as good. but you continued to eat your hearts away with some meals, and ended it off with some different desserts.

“dude, i’m so full.” atsumu had stretched and rubbed his stomach. you did the same and laughed out loud.

“me too, but that was great. never thought i would see the day where i eat a peanut butter and jelly mac and cheese.” you sipped on the drink you had bought earlier, and headed back into atsumu’s car.

“alright, part one done. now, it’s the second part of the date,” he spoke. he drove out of the parking lot and towards the hills.

“where’re we going now?” you questioned him, but you would’ve guessed that he would be keeping it from you as a surprise.

“i have a spot where we can see all of tokyo and the bay.” he spoke, eyes staring straight ahead. you looked out the passenger window, taking in all the lights you can already see.

compared to the ride to the food festival, this one was quiet but not overbearing or awkward. in fact, it felt peaceful. the music was still playing over the radio but was nice background noise that accompanied the sounds of the car.

eventually, the car came to a stop. you stared out the windshield to be met with a view of tokyo. the lights were bright, the bridge in front of you sparkled as you saw several cars come and go on it. behind it were all the lights of the buildings in the busy metropolitan area, and on the bottom of it all was the bay, reflecting all of its lights and moving with the wind. it was truly a sight to behold.

“wow,” you broke the silence. “it looks amazing here.” the both of you stepped out the car and sat on the hood, where you continued to take in the scenery.

“nice, huh,” atsumu spoke to you.

“yeah,” you responded.

you both sat in silence. the air was cold, and your hands froze. you shoved your hands in your pockets while atsumu rubbed his and blew his breath on it.

he shuffled around a bit, leaning his weight onto his other leg before breaking the silence once again. “what did you ever see in suna, by the way?”

oh.

to be honest, you didn’t know. all you knew was that you had a crush on him. but thinking more on his words, was there really anything notable about him that made you infatuated? maybe you liked him because of his looks, or his “love” that he showed you, or even the banter between you. maybe because he was a volleyball player and a mutual friend? but even so, there was nothing about him personality-wise that really attracted you. maybe you were just attracted to what he gave you instead of him as a whole.

small tears started spilling out, hitting a sensitive spot that had healed temporarily only to be forced open once more. “i don’t know.”

atsumu held onto your hand. his was warm compared to the frigid feeling of yours. you were such a bright and warm person but now your hand felt like ice. was this the effect of what that middle blocker had done to you?

“y/n.”

you looked at him, where he continued to look at the bay all while his grasp on your hand kept on.

“be mine. i’ll treat you better. but i mean, you can say no too. i know it’s too soon, but i really admire you and you overall. and i want to be able to make you happy.” he squeezed your hand as his breath fogged out. this was surely a distraction from suna, but was it a good one? you were unsure.

just like how you felt about him attempting to court you.

“atsumu…” you looked down at your feet, unsure of what to say.

“it’s okay to say no, y/n. i just wanted to tell you. and if you do say no, i hope we can still be friends.”

you looked out at the sights before you. would it really be better than what suna had gave you? atsumu on this date had been nothing but a gentleman. he was really caring towards you and even bought you flowers. suna hadn’t done that but he was also kind to you. so what would be different?

“atsumu i’m flattered, really, but i think i need time to figure it out. you’re really sweet but what would be different if i decided to be by your side?”

he squeezed your hand. “everything. we can take it slow, i’ll go the long way for you. i just want you to be mine.”

you were still hesitant. but as you wondered, you realized that maybe things could work out for you if you would open yourself up to the opportunity. so you spoke to him.

“okay. i’ll be yours. but you have to take me on another date. and prove it to me. prove that you’ll be better than him, then i’ll decide if i want to take your offer.”

atsumu smiled at your answer. he smiled and took your hand up to his mouth where he placed a gentle kiss on your palm. he grabbed your hand with both of his, and stared at your eyes.

“i promise i’ll take care of you. anything for the best."

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ladykailitha · 10 months

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 15

Hello! We finally get to Kenny’s plan and the last puzzle of the past drops into place. I’m not sure how much more of this story there is. I don’t want to rush the ending but it feels pretty close to me. If you have any ideas of what you would like to see before I get to the ending and the epilogue, put it in the comments or tags. I might not include all of them, but if I see something I like I’ll let you know.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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What Kenny’s plan was, no one knew and when they would ask, he would just smile at them.

But they really didn’t have time to dwell on whatever he was planning because Junior Prom was upon them and the four of them decided to go as group. Both Mandy and Edie were lesbians but they both knew if they showed up with other girls or even with each other, they would be turned away from the door. So Harri and Kenny were playing their beards so that they could go and have a little fun for a night.

Steve and Miri, Jeff’s wife, took the girls out shopping while while Eddie and Jeff took the boys out to get their tuxes.

Edie and Mandy tried on several dresses, with Edie deciding on long grey, almost Grecian style dress. But Mandy was at a loss before the seamstress came up with an idea.

She got together a few things and then shoved Mandy into the dressing room.

When Mandy walked out, Steve and Edie whistled and clapped. Mira looked her over with a raised eyebrow

“Damn, girl,” Edie said, “give us a twirl.”

Mandy spun slowly in place. She was wearing a long black shirt with the slits up the side that stop in the middle of her thigh. She had on a white tuxedo shirt and black suit jacket.

“If we nip the waist a little,” the seamstress was saying, “and give it a little bit more of an hour glass, it would be perfect.”

Mira stood up and walked over to her daughter. “Do you like it?”

Mandy chewed on her lip. “You don’t?”

Mira grabbed her by the shoulders. “That wasn’t the question, honey. It doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks, and that includes your dad. It passes that stupid fucking dress code list they gave us. Do. You. Like. It?”

Mandy nodded.

Mira turned to the seamstress. “How long will the alterations take?”

The seamstress cocked her and said, “Three days?”

Mira nodded. “Then we’ll buy the whole lot. Go pick out shoes and accessories, sweetie.”

Mandy jumped up and down excitedly. Edie grabbed her hand and they ran into the depths of the store to try on everything they could ever want to go with their dresses for prom.

“Ma’am?” the seamstress said. “Do you have the list with you? Of things that they have to adhere to?”

Mira shook her head.

“I do!” Steve said pulling it out of his pocket. “I brought it with me because I already tangled with the principal once this year, I figured two would be pushing it.”

He handed it to her.

The seamstress poured over the list very carefully. She grinned and turned to Mira.

“You want to make your daughter love you forever and still color inside the lines?”

Mira tilted her head. “I’m listening.”

After she told them her idea, Steve burst out laughing. “She’ll love it.”

Mira nodded. “Hell, yeah.”

The night of prom came along and everyone looked fucking fantastic. Kenny was in a traditional tux, while Harri paired his suit pants and black button up shirt with a leather jacket. The top three buttons were undone and he wore chains on his neck.

Edie paired her grey gown with a tarnished silver shrug jacket and matching kitten heels. She looked stunning, but the star of the night was Mandy. She wore black high heels with chunky crystal buckles on them which matched the rest of her jewelry. But what really set the outfit off was the tuxedo pants that she wore instead of the skirt.

The teacher at the door scoured the list for any sign that girls couldn’t wear slacks. But there wasn’t any and the teacher was forced to let them in. She scowled at them all for toeing the line without crossing it.

Edie and Harri stopped short when they saw who two of the parent chaperons were.

Standing on opposite sides of the gym trying to pretend the other wasn’t there were Steve and Eddie.

All three of Kenny’s friends turned to him in shock.

“How the hell did you managed that?” Mandy asked, her eyes wide.

Kenny chuckled. “My mom is president of the PTA and on the dance committee. She is two things.” He held up two fingers. “Charming and persistent. My dad uses her to get the stingiest people to open their wallets for his pet charities all the time. I just merely suggested that your dads would be the perfect people for the job and let her do the work.”

Harri and Edie exchanged a glance.

“Huh,” Harri said. “Could work. Especially if you make them stop ignoring each other.”

Kenny looked over at them standing there awkwardly. “That might be the hardest part, yes.”

Harri ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth as a plan formed in his head. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

He marched up to his dad. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to a chaperon?”

Eddie winced. “I was hoping to get out of it, if I’m honest.” He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“It’s mortifying!” Harri insisted. “I’m going to be the talk of the school on Monday on how my lame ass dad was standing there awkwardly all night while Edie’s dad gets to be the cool chaperon!”

Eddie’s head reared back. “Hey! I can be cool too.”

Harri crossed his arms and leaned back on his foot. “We both know that you have been cool a single day in your life. The closest you get to cool is by proxy. Being in a rock band and working with cool people on their albums.”

“You little punk!” Eddie teased back, ruffling his son’s hair. “I’ll show you who’s cool.”

Harri scoffed. “Mr Harrington looks cooler than you and he’s just standing there.”

Eddie looked over at Steve who was wearing a classic tux. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as his eyes wandered over the throng of bouncing teenagers.

“After all according to Uncle Jeff,” Harri said, driving the point home, “he was prom king, super popular, and was actually called King Steve...you can’t get much cooler than that.”

Eddie scowled. “And did Uncle Jeff mention he was a bully, too?”

Harri half shrugged. “Kept the real bullies from doing real damage is what I heard.”

Eddie frowned. Okay, yeah. Fine.

“I can be cool.”

Harri lifted his chin. “Prove it.”

Eddie brushed past him and marched over to wear to Steve was standing.

Harri’s friends came up to him.

“What was that about?” Mandy asked.

“Yeah,” Kenny said. “Whatever you said seemed to light a fire under his ass.”

Harri just grinned. “One thing my dad can’t stand is being called uncool. So I may have poked the bear a bit.”

Steve laughed and they all turned to see Eddie and him laughing at something Eddie had said.

“Congrats!” Edie said. “It worked.”

“Which means it’s party time!” Kenny said rubbing his hands together.

The other three cheered and got down to enjoying themselves.

Steve was going to get a migraine. Why did he agree to this? He had already caught three idiots trying to smuggle beer into the dance. This offended him greatly as he had managed to sneak in booze at all three dances he went to without being caught.

He just made sure that when he told the kid that, that he was out of hearing range of another chaperon or a student that might tattle. It was always the quiet ones you had look out for. They could be snitches or didn’t care and you were never sure which one you were going to get.

Eddie came up into him early in the dance and they had fun playing spot the idiot. Trying to figure out which ones had booze, which ones had weed, and which ones were out to do real harm.

Eddie actually managed to catch one kid with drugs. Actual drugs. They managed to confiscate it without alerting the principal or one of the other chaperons but that was a trip and half. One they weren’t going to tell their kids.

This was only one of the ‘highlights’ of the evening. The main one came when Edie saw Steve with a small plate of the little h'orderves and said something about it.

“I really hope that’s not all you’ve eaten today,” she said glaring at the plate.

Eddie who was nearby, frowned.

Steve scowled at her. “You had dinner with me earlier. You know it’s not.”

“But that was just a little meal to tide me over until I went out to eat with my friends,” Edie protested.

“And I ate more of it then you did,” Steve countered. “I’m fine, honey. Please just leave this alone. Go have fun with your friends. Don’t make tonight about this. Please.”

“I just don’t want you to faint again!” Edie hissed.

Steve turned and saw Eddie standing there. He turned to back her and said, “I’m done talking about this.”

He threw his food in the trash and stormed out the double doors. The banged shut behind him.

Edie gulped. Eddie raised an eyebrow at her and her shoulders slumped.

“I fucked up.”

“It certainly sounds that way,” Eddie said. “There is obviously something going on there, and you’re going to worry. But you have to understand, you’re his daughter. Not his wife or his mother or even his friend. You pushing him like this only making things worse.”

She folded her arms across her waist and looked away. “You sound like my therapist.”

Eddie scoffed. “Then maybe you should have been listening. Go back to your friends, Edie. Have fun. Stop being your dad’s keeper for a single night. Leave it to me.”

Edie nodded. “Tell him I’m sorry, will you?”

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing.”

He went to go tell another chaperon that he was going out for a smoke and followed Steve out the double doors.

Steve was pissed. He had told her over and over again not say anything in front of other people. And yet, she still did it all the time. This was the last straw. There was no way that Eddie didn’t hear her.

Who was pretty much the last person Steve wanted to know. But it was out of the bag now. The question was to tell him why.

A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see the worried expression on Eddie’s face. Of course he was going to tell him. He deserved to know. He just wished it had been on his schedule.

Eddie sat down next to him on the ground and bumped him gently with his shoulder.

He pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Steve, who took it gratefully. Eddie lit both their cigarettes and they smoked in silence for a moment.

“I was going to tell you,” Steve murmured. “About the time I collapsed. Fainted. Whatever. Just...”

“Not in a crowded gymnasium filled with horny teenagers?” Eddie asked.

Steve huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah.”

Eddie looked at him a moment before it clicked. He rolled his head back and licked his lips. “Fuck. It was just before Jay’s funeral, wasn’t it?”

Steve hung his head in shame. “I was at the airport on my way to England when I collapsed in the fucking boarding area.”

Eddie’s head snapped in Steve’s direction. “What?!”

“Edie doesn’t know about that part,” he admitted quietly. “Dustin told her that we were at the house when I fainted. I still don’t know how Dustin kept it out of the press. I suspect Nancy was involved.”

Eddie sighed. “What happened, Stevie?”

Steve let out a sob. “After Andy, I just got so depressed. So...broken. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I understand a lot people with depression actually sleep more. But not me. No, the Upside Down fucked that up too. Edie had just started school and Jeff had to take her.”

“Did he know why?” Eddie asked, gently. He wouldn’t be mad at Jeff if he knew about what happened and he didn’t. Look, he was fucked up, but he wasn’t that fucked up, you know? It was very personal for Steve and if Jeff and Dustin were the only people who knew, then Eddie was grateful damn it.

Steve shook his head. “Not until after the funeral.”

Eddie closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “I’m guessing he took Edie in while you were in the hospital?”

Steve nodded. “Dustin and Suzie couldn’t take her because he had to run the company. After the hospital I was put into on of those fancy rehab centers. Not for drugs or alcohol–”

“For your eating,” Eddie said getting it instantly.

Steve lifted his head as he tried to choke back tears. “Apparently the sports and my parents and the whole fucking Upside Down gave me a really unhealthy relationship with eating.”

Eddie flicked his cigarette out on the pavement and wrapped his arm around him. “I’m sorry you went through all that, sweetheart.”

Steve just started sobbing into his arm, unable to stop once the tears began.

“I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “I’ve got you.” He kissed the top of Steve’s head fiercely. “I’m here now. It’s not okay and maybe it never will be, but I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

After awhile, Steve’s sobs slackened and he just finally relaxed.

“I didn’t tell you,” he murmured, “because I was afraid that if you knew, you’d pity me. I didn’t want to guilt you into being with me.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “You still...”

Steve nodded. “But not yet. I can’t–I just...not yet.”

Eddie hugged him tighter. “Oh sweetheart, I waited twenty years thinking you didn’t return my feelings, I think I can wait at least that knowing that you do.”

Steve took the ring off his hand and slipped it back on Eddie’s right hand, where it belonged. “This is my promise to you. I do want to be with you. Just...I need more time.”

Eddie looked at the ring on his finger and smiled up at Steve. “We’ll still be friends, right?”

Steve let out a watery laugh. “Oh yeah! You’ve got me for life, Munson. You’ll find I’m like a cockroach that way. You’ll never be rid of me now.”

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, okay. I think I can work with that.”

Steve lurched to his feet. “We should probably get back in there before someone decides to burn the school down.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, there is probably a version of me in there and I shouldn’t leave them alone for very long.”

Steve laughed too. “Yeah, but it’s the prom king you should look out for.”

Eddie put his arm around Steve’s shoulder and led them back into the gym. “Yeah, why’s that?”

“Because I’m pretty sure I saw him spike the teachers’ table’s punch.”

Eddie blinked. “You mean the punch that was already eighty percent alcohol?”

Steve hummed in response.

“Dead god,” Eddie said wide-eyed. “Those poor teachers are going to have the worst hangovers tomorrow.”

“Not you?” Steve asked, leaning into the warmth that was Eddie Munson.

“Nah, babe,” he said, pulling out a hip flask. “Rule number one of any high school dance is never trust the punch.”

Steve laughed as they walked back through the double doors and back to the dance.

***

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siremasterlawrence · 7 months

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Artist Meet Cute Part 1

Samuel Wilson is one of the hottest singers on the planet at the moment his debut hot 100 single Free Falling enter the charts at number one simultaneously with his debut album.

The song is currently burning up the youth of the world many hearts are fluttering up as the song is playing on every radio station in the world and Sam is enjoying unknown success like never before.

Even when his ass of his music agent finally enters the room Anthony Tony Stark a failed musician who at one point had a promising career with a mega huge hit that happens to be Tony’s only single.

Tony slams the door behind him with sweet swagger to his walk which could truly be interpreted as arrogance cornering Sam by his mirror as Sam prepares to get on stage.

Tony places a hand on his shoulders grab it even it hard swinging his to the side to face him as he pins Sam to the wall hoping him to calm him down it is clear to Sam that this man likes him.

Sam knew that this is an awful idea when he Tony hugged him then exited the room to hit the seats Sam follows the anticipation of the crowd hyping everyone with the dancers up stairs.

Sam Wilson pounds the wall pumping up his body until he hit the landing as the floor is on a fiery rocket it begins to ascend to the top of the stage settling down causing a stir in the crowd.

The sound of with clapping applause, plenty of screaming fans and many waves of heavy ass heart beats flooding the stadium as he takes center stage standing for all to see him.

He lifts his right hand up in the air jumping up and down the music howling loudly as he starts to do a little dance when they back up crew encircling him breakout in a dance routine.

In the midst of a sea of young fans shout out loud the lights land softly on a familiar yet famous face a movie star to know to all of us who is also about to release his first single.

It’s Steve Rogers it almost hit Sam like a red brick from a house as he did not miss a step Steve smiles at him and responds back in a kindly fashion and the show continues on as Steve claps.

Sitting next to him is Tony they are all in a state of it with the dancers, exaggerating stage decoration, and the love of music soon this is absolutely the most powerful tour performance yet.

The night went by so fast every song from the album pass by to the smooth crooning of the last song a beautiful ballad floats off from Sam’s lifts sending Steve in to a new state of being.

Steve just stays in his seat as the audience ascend back to the top of stadium leaving with frenzy and Steve Rogers stood up to solely along with Tony for a large standing ovation.

Samuel Wilson cannot believe what he saw as he heads back to his dressing room to find Steve sitting in a chair swinging to the side to see him with a bright and sexy smile on his lips.

Steve rises to his feet with a huge, wide and unfortunately gigantic white arms open for a hug Sam is unsure of what to do but he does have a thing for him and happily he is in agreement.

“I cannot believe that I am in the same room with you Sam. I have been big fan of yours since the moment your released Free Falling and your album has left me with so much inspiration.” Steve.

Steve Rogers is gleeing with deep love and admiration in his looks, expressing tight body movements and that significant muscle tone it is everything and I Sam can’t help himself and swat his ass.

“Ooooooohhhhh! You don’t wait “

“Why should I white boi?”

“White boi huh”

“Shut up!”

“If you want this”

“Oh! I do”

“Get in line”

“Oh My God!”

“What is this bdsm?”

“I heard you want it or like that “

“Who told you?”

“Tony”

“I should thank him”

“Buy him a card”

“Than order me around “

“Take a seat, listen to me and don’t say a word.”

“Yes Sir”

“Correct it! It is Yes Master” Sam warns him.

Yes Master! I am sorry” Steve peers down to the floor in shame and begins to pout a bit.

“Let’s commence this by you undress stay in front of me and disrobe me.”

“Yes Master! Will you own me?”

“It is all I expect “

“Do you serve me?”

“With everything I am”

“All my heart and soul”

“Kiss me Steve”

“Yes Master…mmmmmm”

“Undress me with your eyes and your hands”

“Oh God!”

“What boi?”

“I sense some hurt “

“In you too”

“I have only one truly great experience with romance and I lost both.”

“I know! Her name is Peggy right?”

“Yeah as well as Bucky! You are better than anything I’ve had or anybody I can dream of.”

Samuel Wilson lovingly yanks him back in to his body hugging him ever so tightly with so much love in his eyes. Steve Rogers grabs his hands leading him into the back of the dressing room their shadows mold gather in the bathroom.

One hand twist the knob so hard as the pipe runs on car motor ready raring up to the shower head. It rains down on their body mixing in a sea of swirls as they never stay still. Sam shoves Steve harshly onto the back wall pressing his body on his smashing his lips then his neck with a trail of kisses.

The end

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brokenjere · 2 years

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seventeen going under (j.f) (ch. 15)

seventeen going under (j.f)

A/N: so this is unedited and it's.......long haha i will probably edit it eventually but i wanted to get it out and i was happy with it so lmk what you think and if you wanna be added to the tag list :)

synopsis: deb ball volleyball tournament and a love confession

catch up here

I told Susannah I didn’t want to play in the volleyball tournament. She was sad, of course. She begged me practically on her hands and knees, pleading with me that “all the debutantes are doing it” and “it would be good to give back” and “don’t you want people to remember you?”

And honestly, no. I didn’t want anyone to remember this night except Susannah. If I could, I’d have dressed up just as nice and put Jeremiah on my arm and waltzed around the living room while she drank wine and clapped like we were little kids again rehearsing for our school musical. If I could, I’d burn this memory out of everyone’s heads.

The volleyball tournament was where I drew the line. I will not be putting on baseball tees that were printed from some shady website with my name on it and I will not be making Jeremiah wear a matching one. I also am not the most athletic of the bunch but that was one of my last excuses. Jeremiah was, of course. I’m sure he would kill a volleyball tournament enough for the both of us but I could not, and would not, risk sand in my mouth in the name of Susannah Fisher. It didn’t matter that it was raising money for good causes. The good cause was saving my knees.

She pouted for a while, asking me over late brunch again and again if I had changed my mind. I kept telling her no until eventually, my mom had to tell her to stop asking. “If you don’t be quiet, she’ll back out of the ball completely,” she threatened one day while we all stood around the kitchen island. I hadn’t threatened that, of course, but at the time Jeremiah hadn’t agreed to be my date so the thought was more than tempting.

After that, Susannah stopped asking. She flaunted Belly’s neon green shirts that read TEAM BELLY on them and Shayla’s highlighter yellow one that read TEAM SHAYLA. Just because Steven had to wear it, didn’t mean I did. I smiled and nodded at her while she showed them off and then I disappeared in the backyard.

I wondered if maybe I should be making more of an effort. Maybe I should have signed up for the tournament and wore an ugly shade of yellow too or maybe I should be spending more time with her while she baked in the kitchen instead of sticking my finger in the wet batter and licking it off like an animal. Despite knowing Susannah is nearing her end, it hasn’t quite hit me the way I think it should have. I think I’ll be living in denial as long as Jeremiah is in the dark. His ignorance is my ignorance.

Despite not participating in the event, I still dragged Jeremiah along with me to watch. He was going to go anyway, to cheer on Belly, but we drove together and grabbed lemonades the size of our heads and sat down on the sidelines. Susannah made an announcement, telling everyone how to donate and the excitement in her voice panged me with guilt and regret.

“She loves these things,” Jeremiah said as he leaned into my shoulder. His mom was beaming on the court. Not even the giant microphone in her face could hide her smile. It was infectious and I’m sure, the reason every event every year was a success.

“Did Conrad have to do this last year?” Jeremiah laughed and nodded his head, remembering. “I wish I had stayed to see it.”

“It wasn’t that eventful. The only reason Mom made him escort Nicole was because her date dropped out last minute and he already knew the waltz.”

Susannah stepped off the court and announced the first team. It was a normal bracket style tournament. Two teams faced off and whoever won moved to the next round. So on and so forth until there were only two teams left. The teams lined up against the fence, watching each game as if they were studying the players. It reminded me of when Conrsd would play chess. How focused he would get on whatever move his opponent would make next.

Jeremiah would stare off aimlessly into the distance, not paying attention to what Conrad or I did and then ask, “what happened?” But Conrad would stare. He’d plot. He’d stick his tongue out in pure concentration.

“I hate sports,” I said out loud, making Jeremiah laugh.

“I know you do.” “I’m just so bad at them. I have zero hand-eye coordination.”

“You throw a pretty mean punch,” he added, throwing a smirk in my direction. I can’t help but turn a shade of crimson. When we were kids, I’d beat on Jeremiah relentlessly. Like a little kid on the playground being mean to their crush. I don’t know if I had a crush on him then but he often stole my cereal in the mornings or the candy out of my lunch box and made me chase him around for it until eventually I’d land a punch on his bicep.

When we were fifteen, I actually punched him. It was an accident but it left a bruised eye on his perfect face. He was hiding behind my bedroom door, presumably waiting for me to come upstairs and scare me. He jumped out so violently and screamed so loud, my only reflex was to punch. Unfortunately for my hand and Jeremiah’s face, my punch landed exactly on his right eye.

I scrambled to collect him off the floor, throwing out apologies as fast as I could. He was just laughing. “Holy shit, Yn. I didn’t know you could hit like that.”

“You scared me!” I defended, holding him up as I walked him to my bed. He cradled his face in his hands and I pried them away so I could see the damage. It wasn’t much now, but it was bright red. The next day it was black and blue and Jeremiah told everyone he ran into a door. “Let me get you some ice,” I offered. Mom didn’t ask any questions as I collected a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and wrapped them in a dish towel. She just eyed me suspiciously as I moved through the kitchen. Upstairs, Jeremiah was still holding his eye.

He let me press the peas to his face but took over the compress once it was comfortable. “I am so sorry,” I repeated.

“Kinda hot,” he teased, bumping his shoulder to mine. How could he be so nonchalant? How could he be acting like I didn’t just assault him in my bedroom? “You could kiss it better?“ He offered when he noticed my face wasn’t relaxing. If I worried for him any harder, I’d develop worry lines at the age of fifteen.

I scowled at his suggestion and he gestured toward my hand. “Let me see it,” he said. I gave him my hand and he inspected my knuckles for signs of bruising. “My face is pretty hard, you know. It’s the Fisher jawline.”

“I didn’t hit you in the jaw,” I reminded him. He shrugged like it was all the same. “You’re gonna have a black eye.”

“You’re gonna have bruised knuckles.”

We stared at each other. Peas held to his face with one hand and my hand in his other. I started to cry and he laughed. He audibly laughed and then because I couldn’t help it, I started to laugh too. The tears dried up almost as soon as they’d arrived and then we were both cracking up on my bed.

“Don’t remind me of that,” I said to him now. He smiled as if it was a fond memory. One he’d kept forever in the confines of his mind. Like a favorite beach trip or school field trip.

“Just saying, don’t count yourself out so soon.”

“Maybe I should take up boxing?” I asked, holding up my fists as if I was going to start fighting him. I shook them around in front of my face and Jeremiah used the palm of his hand to lower my weapons.

“More like MMA. Could knock a sucker out with those.” I smiled, proudly. “Belly and Cam are up,” Jeremiah said, pointing toward the court. I actually paid attention now. Not that I really knew the rules to volleyball, but it was Belly after all and I should at least pretend to know what was going on.

She and Cam move across the court with ease. They speak with their eyes, Belly telling him where to go and he does it automatically. They won. They won again and again until they didn’t.

The fourth game down, after a winning streak that didn’t even break a sweat, the other team was kicking their ass. Cameron was fumbling over his own feet, barely scraping the ball with his knuckles. I was pretty sure he had a mouthful of sand at one point. “What the hell is going on?” Jeremiah asked, I think mostly to himself because it came out as more of a mumble than anything.

“I don’t know.” I felt bad for the kid. Belly was competitive. Especially when she got in the zone like she was now. I could see it in the way her eyebrows furrowed and her cheeks puffed out when she breathed. She was fully prepared to do whatever she could to win.

Across the court, on the other side of all the players, was Conrad and Nicole. They leaned against the rail, both a cup in their hands. They weren’t speaking, just watching the game unfold intently. Belly said something to Cam, pointing to a bench off to the side and then she was waving Conrad over. “What the fuck?” I asked.

“What did she just say?” Jeremiah asked, sitting up further in his seat like he was watching a scary movie that was keeping him on his toes. They were talking to each other. She was pointing and she looked mad but I couldn’t decipher what was being said. Cam took off his neon green t-shirt and gave it to Conrad, who stripped off his own shirt and put on the TEAM BELLY one. Conrad. Always team Belly. “What is going on,” I mumbled.

“Belly is about to win the damn thing,” Jeremiah boasted. He was happy. He was excited. He was proud. “Conrad is going to kick all these kids' asses.”

“He’s not even her escort, is that allowed?” I huffed. I crossed my arms over my chest. It was a defensive move, shielding me from whatever feelings were attacking my chest and whatever questions I was sure were to come.

“Why wouldn’t it be allowed? It’s not an Olympic tournament. It’s for charity,” he said, playfulness in his voice. He was leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and I could see the sweat that was dripping down his neck and under his shirt. I could see his biceps protruding from his sleeves like the shirt was way too small for him.

“I’m just saying, kind of cheating to switch partners halfway through the game.” He turned around to look at me now and I recoiled into the bench. I hid my face with the cup of lemonade and averted my eyes to the court. They were killing it which just made me more mad.

“What’s your problem? Don’t you want her to win?”

“Yeah but why does he need to be a part of it? Poor Cam was just pushed to the side.” I decided to focus on that. Cam. “He’s her boyfriend for crying out loud. I'd never do that to you.”

“Well, I’m not your boyfriend,” he pointed out. He wasn’t even watching the game at this point. I had his full attention. He looked amused, like me picking on Belly was funny. It wasn’t funny and I felt bad even as I was saying it but I was trying to place my angered feelings and I was placing them in the wrong spot. I was mad that Conrad was on Team Belly and not Team Me and I didn’t know why. He wasn’t even who I wanted.

I was selfish. I knew that. It was a trait of mine I had been forced to come to terms with when I was younger and my mom would make me share with other kids on the playground and I would tell them the toys were covered in mold or dead bugs so they’d want to play with someone else’s stuff. I think it stemmed from being an only child. I never had to share or be selfless. I had whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it. I knew it when Jeremiah got his first girlfriend and I was so jealous, I wanted to break them up even though he was perfectly respectful when I was dating Elijah. I wanted all of it to myself. Both boys.

“You could be,” I replied with a knowing smirk. Jeremiah let out a huge laugh. One that threw his body backward and forced his hand to his chest. “What’s so funny?” I asked, offended he would think this was funny.

“Just a few weeks ago you were begging me to stop flirting with you. You said you needed space. And now you’re saying you want to be my girlfriend?” His eyes were shining with admiration, even as he called me out for my inconsistency.

“I didn’t say I wanted to be your girlfriend, I just said you could be my boyfriend,” I clarified. I kicked my feet in the sand a little bit and watched as it covered my toes. “You know, if you wanted.”

“If I wanted?” He was staring at me. I looked up.

“If you wanted.”

Everything went silent. I thought I went deaf for a minute. Lost all ability to hear or feel anything in the outside world except the heat from his knees on mine and the weight of his longing gaze on my face. I didn’t even hear the crowd cheering for Belly and Conrad as they won the game. I didn’t hear them announce the next team. All I heard is Jeremiah saying, “well what if I want to?”

I thought about my response. I could just word vomit everything I was thinking: then you’re my boyfriend. I love you. It’s a done deal, don’t ever leave. Or I could tease him like I usually do but that'd be cruel and unfair. So instead I said: “then we’ll talk later. In private.”

That seemed to satisfy him enough. He sat back on the bench, our arms touching and he inched his hand toward mine. He wanted to hold it and I let him. He laced our fingers together and even though it was hot and our fingers were getting sweaty, we kept holding them the entire time.

The sun was starting to set by the time the last few games were being played. Belly and Conrad had done it - they were in the final bracket. My lemonade was gone, a ring of condensation was stained into the bench only to be dried up by the sun and then arrive again a few moments later. I thought about getting a refill or some water or something to replenish the hydration that was leaving my body with each drop of sweat. Even the shade of the awning that we were sitting under didn’t shield us from the heat but I had gotten up to pee more times than I can count while we waited for this dreaded tournament to be over so I decided against it. But now that the sun was going away, it was getting cooler.

There was an orange hue to the world around us now. A soft glow illuminated Jeremiah’s face as he watched the game intently, smiling to himself as he watched his brother play. I had known these boys my entire life. Since we all in diapers, playing in the same sand box and then cleaning up in the same bath tub. It was strange to see them now, all grown it. It was strange to love both of them with every fiber of my being. It was strange to feel this strongly about the one sitting next to me now. But what’s stranger, was how their relationship developed over the years. From being tight as thieves as kids to now, what seems to me, almost utter strangers.

There was no doubting the jealousy in Jeremiah’s eyes as he watched Conrad play. He couldn’t hide his jealousy from a hundred miles away since the moment he turned fifteen and they were no longer little kids, but young adults waiting to become Adam’s little robots. Since the minute Adam picked Conrad as the golden child, no matter how hard Jeremiah tried. And he tried. And that’s what hurt the most. Watching Conrad get everything Jeremiah wanted so badly: his dad’s approval, football super stardom, and throw it all away.

I reached over and squeezed his hand. He sent me an appreciative grin and I gave it right back, but I could feel the sadness creeping up behind it so I looked away before it could show it’s ugly face. I wanted him, I knew I did, but I also knew that I had to tell him about Susannah before I could be with him. It was only right and seeing how he watched his brother now, with contempt and wistfulness, it pained me to know I was keeping a secret that could bond them again. They needed each other and if Conrad was going to be too stubborn to tell him, I had to.

While the last game raged on, Jeremiah and I eagerly waited by the railing overlooking the court. I leaned into his arm and he welcomed me like a warm blanket. The up and down of his steady breathing kept me sane as I watched the same ball going back and forth and back and forth for the hundredth time today. He looked down at me and said, “it’s almost over. You’re so impatient.”

“I’m just bored,” I said, letting out a groan. I turned over so my back was leaning on the railing and I was giving Jeremiah my full attention. “Besides,” I drag, “we need to talk. Remember?” Jeremiah’s eyes lit up.

“I remember,” he whispered. He leaned forward, his hand on one side of me and his chest dipping almost too close to mine. “Wanna dip early?” A smirk curled up on one side of his mouth and the suggestion was tempting, but I shook my head.

“It’s almost over, remember?”

“I think whatever we’re gonna talk about it is more exciting.” The twinge of amusement and flirtation was undeniable and I wanted to kiss him right then and there. Put my hands on either side of his face, pull him as close as possible and kiss him until I could no longer breathe. Instead, I put my hand on his chest and push him backward slightly.

“Your brother is about to win a volleyball tournament, don’t you wanna watch?” I asked. Cheering exploded from behind me but it had been ongoing all afternoon, so I didn’t bother to even look.

Jeremiah did look. He glanced up over my shoulders and onto the court and mumbled in disbelief, “looks like he just did.”

I whipped around to see Conrad snatch Belly up in his arms and twirl her around. His smile was so big it could eat up the sun. I hadn’t seen him smile that big in months. Susannah made her way down the court, meeting them halfway with the trophy in hand. Jeremiah grabbed my hand and dragged me down to the sand. It kicked up as I walked quickly, trying to keep up with Jeremiah’s big strides. He hugged his brother and Belly was hugging Steven and I stood there, alone. Watching.

It was warm in Jeremiah’s room, despite the dropping temperature outside. I laid on his bed, my feet kicked up on the headboard as Jeremiah rifiled through his drawers. I didn’t even know what he was looking for, only that he had been looking since the second we got back to the house. We had not brought up our conversation from earlier yet. It was like a big balloon in the room that sucked all of the air out of it and neither one of us wanted to pop it and the air any more muggy than it already was.

“What could you possibly be looking for?” I finally asked. He was digging around a bottom drawer now, and groaned as he slammed it shut.

“Something.”

“Obviously.” Jeremiah moved to the closet now and ignored my sarcastic comment. I watched him upside down contently. I watched as his body moved, a perfect specimen waiting for his feathers to be ruffled. He threw out dirty clothes from the floor to the closet to the floor of the bedroom until finally, he dug something out.

“Ah-ha!” He said in victory, rolling back on his heels.

“What is it?” I asked. He stood up and when he turned around, he had a pink stuffed pig in his hands and a smile plastered to his face. I shot up, the world turning right side up. “Is that Porky?” Jeremiah nodded enthusiastically as he threw himself on the bed next to me. I grabbed the stuffed pig from his hands and admired it on my lap. “You still have this?”

When I was a baby, my dad gave me a stuffed pig that I slept with in my crib. When I moved to my toddler bed, so did Porky. I carried him around with me everywhere. He dragged on the floor behind me, trailing along collecting dirt and germs but I didn’t care. He must have went through the wash at least three times a week. So much so, he lost an eye when I was six. I loved Porky more than anything. He was my best friend before Jeremiah was my best friend, really. I told Porky everything. When Mom made me so mad because she said I had to eat my vegetables and how frustrated I was that I couldn’t write my Q’s the right away. I told Porky everything until, eventually, I trusted Jeremiah enough to tell him instead.

When I was ten, I gave Porky to Jeremiah. I set him on this exact bed, almost seven years ago. He was disheveled, even then, with a missing eye and a chunk missing out of his ear and his light pink snot stained a dirty brown color. He was sitting poised in front of the pillows and when Jeremiah saw him he asked me, “what’s he doing here?”

“I want to give him to you,” I told him. “I don’t need him anymore.” Jeremiah gave me a questioning look, like he was unsure what exactly I meant or what he should do with the information given so I explained further, “I already trust you best.”

“What am I going to do with this ratty thing?” He asked, picking up Porky by his chewed up ear with his fingertips.

“As a token of my friendship,” I said to him then. Now, as I looked down at it, I realized it wasn’t just a token of my friendship with Jeremiah, nor was it the beginning of our real, true, best everythingship, it’s the first sign that I loved him. At the age of ten, it wasn’t anything more than platonic but if I gave it to him now, it would have my heart in it.

“As a token of my friendship,” he mimicked my words from all those years ago into my ear. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Of course I still have it.”

I held Porky’s hands and made him dance a little on my lap. “I almost forgot about this thing.”

“How could you?” Jeremiah asked, appalled at my confession. I laughed and set him down on the bed beside me. I turned to face Jeremiah now, his body was leaned into mine and he was watching me, his blue eyes staring into my soul. He was no longer smiling, not really anyway. He just looked happy. “Do you still trust me best?”

I nodded and asked, “do you trust me best?”

Jeremiah nodded in reply. He put his hand on my cheek, caressing the side of my face. His thumb felt warm. My entire body felt warm. Wherever his skin touched, mine tingled like he was leaving a million little kisses everywhere. There were stars in my blood. Closer, closer. He was inching closer and I knew what I wanted: him. I knew it with every fiber of my being and instead of following my gut and telling him the truth, I kissed him.

I kissed him with everything that I had in me. His hands grabbed at me like he had been searching for me his entire life and now that he found me, he refused to let go. My hands were in his hair and his hands found their way up the back of my shirt, leaving a warm trail on my skin. I let him lean me back on the bed and he stopped kissing me, only for a moment, to look at me. His eyes were questioning, a quiet question if he should continue or not. “I love you, Jeremiah. I’m in love with you and I’m so sorry it took me so long to say it,” I confessed.

His eyes searched mine frantically. The blue in his eyes were bluer. His eyelashes looked longer. His skin looked smoother. “Finally,” he said and then he kissed me again and this time, he didn’t stop other than to catch his breath or place kisses down my neck. He started with my cheek and then my jawline. I pulled at his shirt, wanting it off in a frantic wanting sort of way. I wanted to be closer to him. As close as possible.

He sucked on my neck gently, making a moan escape from my lips. I pushed him off of me just long enough to take off my shirt and he mirrored my movements without question and when we collided back together, every inch of my skin felt alive.

We were a tornado of emotion, a frenzy of every almost confession, secret emotion, and suppressed feeling either of us have ever had. I put every I love you I have ever thought since I was fifteen years old into kissing him. I let each word linger behind my lips. I wanted to explore his entire body. I knew what he looked like, for the most part. I knew how his muscles moved when he walked, ran, and swam. I could tell you exactly where his birthmark was on his lower back but I wanted to learn it in a new way, in this exciting way.

He wanted to learn mine, first, it seemed. My lips felt swollen when he stopped kissing them but then they were on my collarbone and my chest and between my breast. The bra suddenly felt like an unwelcome barrier between us. One that needed to be removed, immediately. Jeremiah didn’t remove it, though. He moved his hands over my breasts and then to my back, lifting me closer to him.

After his lips met every part of my upper body, he made his way back to my lips but he kissed me slowly this time. Sweetly, like he was savoring every minute of it. Like he was scared it would never happen again. The neediness of only a few seconds ago was replaced with a tenderness that I didn’t know I wanted. His hands moved slower as if he was trying to memorize the way I felt and his kisses were gentler.

He didn’t attempt to take off my pants until I asked him to. I wrapped my hand around his wrist and guided it toward my shorts but he did the rest himself. He unbuttoned them with ease and it made me wonder if he had done this before and with who but that thought quickly evaporated as my shorts hit the floor.

Everything about this felt right. His hands, his lips, the way he was looking at me, and the way that our bodies fit together like a puzzle. It all felt perfect. There was not a single thing about this moment I would change. Not the fact that Porky was digging into my back or the fact that everyone we knew was in this house just below us. All that mattered was Jeremiah, my Jeremiah. And my Jeremiah he would be - forever.

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( this collab with @lcandothisallday is a whole dream come true. She’s fucking amazing and talented and the fact that she did this with me is insane. Thank you again friend for doing this with me I can’t wait to do another one with you in the future 🤍 you’re extremely talented. Enjoy y’all )

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yourinstagramname treat me mv and newest single out now. Drop your favorite lyrics below 🖤

sza you know you go broke trying to handle me. That’s gotta be my favorite line 😫😫

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zendaya you know anything less is unacceptable. I love that line right there 💅🏽💅🏽💅🏽

theshaderoom you gonna have to do a lot of ass kissing. I feel like that like hints at a certain somebody possibly @jackharlow 👀👀

Heartache wasn’t easy to get over especially when you get cheated on by the so-called love of your life. Jack Harlow the world's newest heartthrob cheated on you, his once girlfriend of five years. It wasn’t easy to get over Jack I mean sure there were many nights you spent blowing up his phone and he spent blowing up your phone. You loved Jack but you loved yourself and career even more.

You eventually moved on and poured out your heart and heartache into music which resulted in your newest single “Treat Me” that reached number one on the billboard charts 24 hours after it was released. Fans were loving the shade you threw towards Jack but Jack hated it.

You were set to play at the Billboard Music Awards and were beyond thrilled and nervous at the same time. You knew Jack was opening the show but your team helped you to not stress about it as much.

You sat in the audience and cheered when Bryson came on stage and then the stage switched over to Jack’s performance. He looked damned good in that all black outfit. His beard was nice and trimmed and that smile-God you so badly wanted to just jump on him but he was no good for you and old news.

“I know that boy did not just try and dance.” Your best friend since kindergarten Cindy said making you stiff a laugh knowing the cameras were on you.

“Be nice Cindy, he's trying his best and he looks good.” You told her, causing her to mentally gag at your response.

“The goal is to get over him Y/N not fall in love with him again. He cheated on he isn’t worth the heartache again.”

You let out a small sigh, looking down momentarily. “You don’t think I know that? I just can’t help it,” you mumbled. “But don’t worry…I won’t fall for him again,” you reassured her. As Jack finishes up his performance, you are forced to politely clap along, knowing that the camera’s were going to be focused on you considering the recent breakup. They wanted the tea and you weren’t going to give them the pleasure of having it.

“Okay come on girly it’s your turn right after Megan announces you onto the stage you’re gonna go out there and kill it.” Cindy reassured you and you nodded, smiling slightly as the butterflies in your stomach now appeared.

“Now I would love to welcome my beautiful and talented hottie of a bestie, the amazing Y/N!!” Megan sang and that’s when the beat and tempo of Treat Me Started.

Everyone looked at you in awe. All those long and hard hours in the gym paid off and you couldn’t be happier.

“Because being on my level is difficult you better wake up and put me on a pedestal.” You sang into the mic with so much passion. The night that you caught Jack cheating flooded your brain which really gave your performance that extra push and fire and the cameras and everyone watching you could see that.

“Wow she’s so amazing and the lyrics I’m sorry Jack but she’s eating you up.” Neelam joked and Jack watched you with a smug look on his face. He was pissed to say the least. He treated you like a princess well till he cheated on you.

It was now coming towards the end of your song and you stood directly in front of Jack and looked him dead in his eyes and sang the ending of your song with no audio, just pure acoustic.

“Treat me baby, yeah you know I do it right. Ohhh ohhh. Love me like I love me completely and deeply nowwww. Treat me like I treat me.” You sang into the mic and dropped the mic after and everyone cheered and stood for you giving you a round of applause. Everyone besides Jack who stayed seated in his seat the two of you keeping your eye contact on one another till the lights went out.

Watching your performance had Jack internally fuming. On the outside he remained calm and cocky per usual, but he was mad to say the least. It was so painfully obvious that the song was about him and he simply didn’t want to deal with the bullshit that came afterwards with the media and public speculating on everything.

As you make it back to your seat, you confidently strut past Jack with the slightest smirk, causing the curly haired man to scoff. Eventually it was time for Jack and Bryson to head up onto the stage to present the award for best new artist. “Everybody give it up for Y/N! Isn’t my beautiful friend talented?” Bryson began with his charming grin.

The crowd instantly cheered which undeniably caused you to grin widely. But while Bryson’s intention was to break the ice a bit, it quite frankly did the opposite because Jack couldn’t hold in his pettiness.

A small scoff left Jack’s lips as an almost annoyed expression took over. He leaned into the mic before speaking. “Yeah her performance was really good…but it does suck when people lie on your name. I guess I wasn’t treating you right those last 5 years huh?” he asked, his blue eyes throwing daggers your way.

You could hear a few people gasp in shock while the camera turned to vye for your reaction. Being called out like that was beyond embarrassing and he had absolutely no right saying that considering he was the cheater. Instantly you felt your heart rate pick up and you had to try extremely hard not to let the tears collect in your eyes. As confidently as you can, you get up from your seat and walk off, not caring about anyone at that moment. You just needed to get the hell out of there before you broke down on national tv.

The second Jack saw the tears in your eyes, he felt instant regret. He hadn’t meant to come out that harsh but it seemed like his mouth and broken heart was moving faster than his brain. Bryson awkwardly continued with announcing the award and once that was all finished, Jack dashed off stage in search of you. He went back to where the trailers for the performers were and frantically knocked on the door that had your name on it.

Inside the trailer, you were crying into your hands. Upon hearing the knocks, you quickly wipe at your eyes, hoping to hide any evidence of your emotions which truthfully wasn’t working well. “U-Um…who is it?” you mumbled in question.

“It’s me Y/N,” Jack sighed. “Please can we talk?” Furrowing your brows, you let out a defeated sigh and swing open the door, coming face to face with your ex boyfriend. It had been so long since the last time you were this close in proximity to him–the last time being when the two of you fought over him cheating which ultimately led to the breakup.

“What do you want Jack?” you ask tiredly. You didn’t care that your confidence had died down. You simply wanted this day to be over with.

Seeing your tear stained face again reminded him of that awful night that he managed to fuck everything up. “I wanted to apologize…I didn’t mean what I said Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at what he said. “If you didn’t mean it then why did you say it?” you question, crossing your arms in front of you in defence. “I mean–I will say you’re right. You did treat me well…that was until you cheated on me Jack.”

“So why write an entire song about me Y/N? Do you not realize how bad that makes me look? I don't have the time for this bullshit.” He yelled at you, his hands waving in the air. You scoffed truly not believing what you were hearing right now. Was he seriously concerned more about his image?

“You’re worried about your image right now? And here I thought you actually came to apologize to me Jack. You know you’re so full of yourself.” You spat at him. You were no longer upset, you were mad beyond mad. The audacity of this man to call you out on national television and then come into your dressing room and give you some bullshit apology.

“You cheated Jack and don't be upset that I took all my heartache and pain and poured it into my music. I'm so not sorry that you’re taking it to heart. Maybe next time you’ll realize the mistake you’re about to make before you actually make it.” His face softened at your words because you were right and he knew you were right.

“Look I’m sorry Y/N and I mean it this time you just know how the media gets and now that I’m blowing up more this is the last thing I need.” He sighed and flooped himself into the couch in your trailer.

“I’m sorry Jack but I don’t feel any sympathy towards you. You cheated and now the world knows that Jack Harlow, the newest heartthrob, isn't just as dirty as the trash they see around them.” You spat at him before getting up and collecting your phone and purse before leaving.

“I hope you have a nice life Jack I truly do.” You told him before leaving him alone in his thoughts and his own regret

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Tails California

TITLE: Tails California PAIRING: Bob/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Rory finds herself in California and searching for a certain WSO.

[A/N - Sequel to “Karaoke Night:Bob”.]

Rory pulled up to the gate of the North Island Naval Base.

“Identification?” the officer asked her.

“Umm, yeah. I’m looking for an aviator called Bob or Robert.”

The officer looked at her. “Ma’am. Do you know the aviator’s full name and rank?”

Rory shook her head and the officer sighed.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but unless you know the aviator’s full name and rank or you’re on the visitor list, I can’t let you on base.”

Rory nodded and pulled out of line. Well that was a bust. How was she supposed to get on base if she didn’t know Bob’s real name?

Rory had never been to San Diego before so she decided to drive around and explore. It seemed like no matter where she went, she was surrounded by servicemen and women.

There was a beach not too far from base called the Hard Deck. It looked like a place where Navy personnel would hang out.

She walked in and found a seat at the bar.

“Hey, what can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“This might sound like a weird question, but do know a Naval aviator called Bob or Robert?”

The brunette woman cocked an eyebrow at the younger woman. “Depends on who wants to know.”

Rory broke down and told her the story about she had met Bob at karaoke night while he was on deployment. “So I decided to pack up everything and move here…”

The bartender smiled. “I’m Penny and your Rob sounds like one of my husband’s pilots Bob Floyd.”

Rory let out a sigh of relief.

“They come here every Friday.”

Luckily today was Friday.

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It didn’t take long for the aviators to start trickling in.

Rory recognized the tall blonde that had been there that night. The one who had sulked at the bar while everyone else had fun around him.

She still hadn’t spotted Bob though. Maybe she’d get lucky and he’d spot her at the bar and come over.

Suddenly, the jukebox music stopped.

Some people groaned as a man in a Hawaiian shirt sat down at the piano and started playing “Great Balls of Fire.”

She knew that voice. She recognized him as one of the men with Bob that night. Along with the girl that came and sat on his lap as he sang.

Everyone cheered as he finished his song. The mustached man walked away from the piano.

Rory took this opportunity and jumped up on the piano bench. “Baby, what do you say we just get lost/Leave this one-horse town like two rebels without a cause…” she sang.

Rory watched as a brunette head shot up. She saw glasses and blue eyes and knew he had seen her. She crooked her finger at him as she continued to sing as loud as she could.

Eventually the whole bar joined in.

“Heads Carolina, tails California/Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer/Up in the mountains, down by the ocean/Where it don't matter, long as we're goin'/Somewhere together, I've got a quarter/Heads Carolina, tails California…”

Just like in the karaoke bar, Bob walked up to her and stared up at her as she sang. When she finished, everyone clapped and cheered.

Bob wrapped his hands around her waist and lowered her to the ground. “Wha…”

Rory cut Bob off by kissing him.

Bob stood frozen for a moment before he cupped her cheeks in his hands, kissing her back. “What are you doing here?” Bob finally asked.

“You told me to look you up if I was ever in California.”

Bob laughed.

“But you’re a difficult man to find Robert Floyd. They wouldn’t let me on base to see you because I didn’t know your full name and rank.”

“You never gave me a chance to. You ran off.”

Rory opened her mouth to argue, but then shut it. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Bob softly kissed her. “I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Your friends are staring.”

Bob looked over and saw Rooster smiling at him, Hangman giving him a smirk and a nod, while all the others had their mouth open. “Let them stare.”

Rory narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re much more confident this time.”

“Well you don’t really know me.”

“No, but I’d like to.”

Bob smiled and kissed her again.

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week 29: rivals to friends

prompt from the off-season winter sport challenge

characters: Andri Ragettli, Fabian Bösch, Marco Odermatt, Giulia Tanno (mentioned)

length: 1026 words

author's note: inspired by that paragraph (go buy the book if you want to read it for yourself, it's totally worth the money), i just couldn't not use it so here goes nothing i guess

Engelberg, ca. 2015

Wednesday afternoons were the worst. Andri couldn’t remember the last time he had arrived to training after lunch break in dry clothes. But today, he thought to himself, today I will outrun them. He strayed late after finishing his meal, most of his classmates had already left the cafeteria. He didn’t want anyone to see his escape route. Andri went for the back door that led to the kitchens on one side and to the stairwell on the other and took the emergency exit door leading straight ahead to the outside grounds. The field lying in front was empty. He could hear the voices of his fellow students coming from the opposite side of the building. His pulse was pumping in his ears while he stood with his back to the wall and spied around the corner, just like he had seen in one of the movies his brother had told him so much about. No one in sight. The way to the gym hall was clear, not a single soul was visible. Andri swallowed, then grabbed the opportunity by the brim and sprinted across the school grounds. The weight of his bag was pressing him down but he did not cave in, he had not beaten every single one of his classmates in the last competition to be beaten by this short distance, his feet were acting, running, on their own accords, they were made of pure speed, the wind was brushing his hair back, the taste of victory on his tongue, he had won, he had finally gotten away- Andri didn’t see the garden hose in time. He tripped and before he could even wrap his head around it, he was already lying on the pavement. Every bone in his body hurt, he was breathing hard. Andri blinked a few times to clear his view and looked right up into the grinning faces of Marco and Fabian.

“Now look who has decided to accompany us!”, Marco cheered and clapped his hands in delight.

“I figure we should celebrate this reunion with a nice bath in the well!”

The two older boys grabbed Andri by his hands and ankles with ease, his small and skinny figure only helped them with literally tossing him around.

“Let me go!”, he shouted, along with several insults his gran would have scolded him for if she ever witnessed them escaping his mouth.

“No”, Marco just plainly said. He and Fabian lined up on the edge of the well, with Andri still trying and failing to shake them off. At least they showed enough mercy to give Andri a countdown, preventing him from breathing in too much water. Andri remembered thinking how easy it suddenly was right before setting off to the sprint. But of course, nothing’s as it seems. Easy wasn’t a word he found in his day-to-day life and fate or the universe or whosoever held the power over these events obviously had their fun in never making it boring for him. They are going to pay for this was all he could think while coming up to the surface again. He dropped his drenched bag to the ground. Marco and Fabian were already walking away again, Andri saw them giving high fives to a group of students from their year. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but he assumed it was something about demonstrating the youngster who the bosses on the grounds were.

“You two better go to sleep with one eye open”, Andri whispered to himself before getting out of the icy water and trotting the last meters to the gym hall.

Dübendorf, present day

The event hall was packed with people from every single branch possible. There were athletes in front of the cameras, tech and IT pros behind them to make everyone look good on the screen, make up artists and stylists who did pretty much the same thing but on a whole different level, sponsors, salespeople, communication-specialists and those trying to be, coaches, therapists- basically the entire population from the Swiss-ski-cosmos had gathered here today. The schedules for each athlete had been released a good week ago, yet Marco was still pretty clueless where he was required to be exactly. He was on his way to the upper floor to where (at least he hoped so), Gino, Justin and Loïc waited for him in order to film a short clip for the GS-promo, when it hit him- in the most literal sense. Something semifluid sticky (and surprisingly very tasty) was dripping from his face onto his shoes and the floor in front of him. Marco heard two people laughing but the mass was still covering his eyes and he could not blink through it. He drew a hand across his face, big chunks of what he now recognised as cake and frosting fell from it.

“What the fuck?!”, he blurted. The whole situation probably looked even funnier than it was. Marco was struggling to stay on his feet from laughing so much himself. He grabbed some of the cake that had fallen to the ground and tossed it to where both Fabian and Andri were leaning against the wall, both with tears running down their red faces. Neither of them ducked away and there were now three people with ruined shirts.

“You better not let anyone see you like that or they’re going to kill you”, Fabian panted once they all had calmed down again a little.

“Oh, you really think I won’t rat you guys out, you both deserve to be lynched as well”, Marco said and smeared another handful of frosting onto Andris cheek. The youngest didn’t fight back. He knew just as well as Marco did when the fight was lost. He reached out his hand towards Marco.

“Happy birthday man. I hope it sends you off to the best season ever.”

“Thank you. Both of you.”, Marco replied and let himself be pulled into a one-sided hug by Andri which somehow ended in a group hug when Fabian and even Giulia chimed in, a giant lump of joy and cheers and birthday wishes for Marco from some of his oldest friends.

#osws fandom challenge #osws #ski alpin #freeski #andri ragettli #marco odermatt #fabian bösch #rpf #fanfic #shoutout to wunderlichkind

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Mvelo Mahlangu in NYC, Day 10

Today, my first stop was at a food deliver organisation that delivers food to senior residents living in the midtown and upper west side. I was paired with someone, JP, to do the drop-offs and we were briefed on how to deliver food to the seniors. We were given a slightly complicated yet organised food schedule that listed the address, food type, and meal plan for each senior. Luckily all the people we were delivering to were all within one block. JP and I headed out using Lyft that was organised by the organisation, and made it to our first drop off zone. It was an apartment. JP and I started talking quite a lot about our backgrounds as we were making our deliveries. He was also new to New York, a native of California, and had only been there for 1 month. He told me he had quite his job as it was not fulfilling to his purpose, which lead him to traveling parts of the world and even living in Colombia teaching English. He then moved to New York to start afresh and because most of his friends moved here from California. Funny enough, one of the countries he’s visited was South Africa. Our interactions with the seniors who were present were so sweet. But sadly most of them in our brief exchange would talk about how terrible life was. It got me thinking a bit about my grandmother after my grandfather passed away. All she would say to us was that she felt lonely and sad, but also had quite negative outlooks on life. Its a bit scary thinking that we go through life with so much excitement and things to look forward to, only to feel negative about life in the end. I mean its definitely not everyones outlook, but I definitely don’t want to end up with that mindset of life. Nonetheless, they were really friendly and wished us a good day ahead. Getting along well and finding out that JP lives right where my first activity for tomorrow will be (Chinese New Year celebration), I invited him to check it out. Once we had successfully finished our deliveries, I had to rush to the next activity - Fox News. Luckily JP told me that he would be fine to travel back to the organisation without me and that I did not need to worry.

Dashing to Fox News, I had mixed feelings about what I was going to witness. At surface level knowledge, I know that Fox News is conservative. But now I would be watching the comedic news show: GUTFELD and would be in the audience. I wonderedd how it would go down. After making it on time, we were made to wait in line for nearly an hour. The ironic part about waiting outside was that we were informed only after entering the building ,that the night before, there was a shooting that happened right where we were standing outside. Once we made it in, we were all instructed to become lively and an animated audience. Clap loud for the show guest, but clap even louder for the Host. Stand up when clapping and laugh like your life depended on it. That was the instruction. As we settled in our seats, the guests started making their way onto set and the clapping parade started. The host came on and we clapped even louder, hollering here and there. I was afraid that there were camera’s possibly looking into the crowd but so made sure to check. Its interesting being on the other side of the screen and seeing the reality of what happens behind all these talk shows. I felt so awkward at one point because there was a comment made about the backdrop of the show which has a skyline of New York with stars in the sky. The comment was “Look at the starts lined in the sky, it says Trump will win again! YEAH!” and we had to cheer on as loudly as possible… that’s when I looked around and realised a lot of people were being genuine. So I stood there awkwardly smiling and clapping. Hahaha! It was an interesting show to sit in on… that’s about as much as I can say.

Afterwards, I went to the synagogue. It was an interesting experience from visiting a synagogue for the first time, to hearing the lovely hymns, a prayer being delivered to Israel and then a conversation around abortions. I was not expecting to leave the synagogue feeling extremely mixed emotions but I walked away feeling very raw in the understanding that life is precious and human suffering is something that we can’t keep inflicting on one another. Of course its easier said than done.

#Mvelo Mahlangu #inbound from Johannesburg

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ingo4you · 1 year

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LIGHT REMAINS LIGHT, EVEN IF THE BLIND DOES NOT SEE IT.

LEV NIKOLAYEVICH TOLSTOY

Goosebumps told me we were close.I raised my head tiredly and outside the window of the bus I saw an endless sea of trees that were irradiated by the sun's rays. It was morning and there was a chill in the air, along with the scent of conifers and nature. And the memories started to come back again, one by one, each of them gave me a bigger and bigger slap that woke me up from my sweet sleep to harsh reality. I'm back at camp.I've always hated it here so much. My mom has been sending me here since I was ten years old, because she used to go here too and she really liked it, because they turned little girls into big ladies. I don't know exactly who came up with that idiotic idea, but a proper woman is made of a girl by making her cook, embroider, go on twenty-mile marches into the Canadian woods, and give them trails of courage among bears and wild beasts. It's kind of like a Girl Scout, except I never wanted to be a Girl Scout. So I guess I'll just suffer through the ten days with a fake smile on my face while they poke me in the back not to slouch. Such is Světlušek camp. Boring and pointless.It wouldn't be so bad if someone was here with me. Unfortunately, I didn't find anyone here in those eight years, and if I did, he was only here for one year. The trip here was really expensive and the operation of the camp was even more demanding. The road leads here through forests and canyons, because the camp is completely isolated and everything we eat here is caught, grown, plucked or stolen from each other. Moral for one.

As soon as the bus jerked to a halt, all the girls who, unlike me, were either excited or were here for the first time and didn't know what was waiting for them, ran out. Sighing, I climbed out with my massive backpack and stood on a familiar plain with a flag on a pole in the middle and cabins around the edge. The morning sun was shining and the wind was blowing, the birds were singing, it looked quite nice. That is, until Bianca came along."Line up girls!" she started yelling and clapping her hands like a tango teacher. She wore a white shirt and black riding breeches, which she probably never took off. Her gray-infested brown hair was neatly tied into a tight bun, which she tried to smooth out the wrinkles.With one elegant movement, she pulled out a list of names from her purse, and we couldn't even make a peep the whole time she was summoning us. Because when someone spoke, she pulled out a riding whip and slammed it on the ground, which gave me about three heart attacks. She was a crazy woman.And the camp looked like that too. Spartan facilities and heating only via fireplaces in the main cabin and small cabins. After everyone's names were called, we received blouses similar to the one she was wearing and hideous plaid skirts that covered our knees. Practical when digging flower beds.Even though this was an all-girls camp, I was more shy than I had ever been in my life. We hated wearing skirts, especially ones that were twenty years old and smelled musty. I just tried to bite the bullet and took my half ton suitcase into the cabin to slide it under the bunk and begin my ten day depression.

Bianca thought it would be wonderful to start the camp with a five-hour field trip. After those few hours, the only thing that was jumping in my head were the names of mosses and plants, which she was telling us the whole time, and every time she mentioned that we would have a competition in the camp to see who could list the most of them. It was always followed by a chorus of sighs, even from the girls who were optimistic that this camp would be fun.Almost three days of spartan training had passed and the only thing each of us was looking forward to was sitting by the fire in the evening. It turned out that some of the girls had smuggled marshmallows into the camp to roast and were happy to share with the rest of the camp. I also had the feeling that we were all united at that moment, huddling in the cold, trying to get some warmth from the fire, tearing marshmallows into pieces so that everyone could get them. Meanwhile, those of us who retained at least a modicum of common sense told stories and jokes, and everything was pretty good.The only ones not joining in on the fun were a certain group of girls who started throwing disdainful looks every time our circle started laughing. They probably thought we were all childish, stupid and immature, because apparently everyone except them is.They especially focused on one girl who was currently sitting to my left. Her name was Katrina and she was the quietest of our group. She always sat with her knees together and her hands on them, and her back was always as straight as a ruler. She was a typical gray mouse with a beautiful face that she tried to hide behind black rimmed glasses. She was quite pretty for being Bianca's niece.We all liked her very much, but the unpleasant group always had a crush on her, apparently because the appointed leader of the camp was always shouting at them. But poor Katrina was not to blame, she was the exact opposite of her. I don't know why, but for the next two days she always sat next to me, always quiet and just watching the forest and the stars.After a few more days, two girls went missing while walking and Bianca started to go crazy. She looked for them along with a couple of older girls around the edges of the forest, afraid that if they went too far, they would get lost like the two poor girls.

That day, everyone sat by the fire in silence. They just whispered to each other and cast hopeful glances at the forest. But after the girls, the ground collapsed."This isn't the first time someone has been lost here," she spoke for the first time since Camp Katrina. I just gave her a surprised look, her voice was quiet and measured, which I wouldn't expect from such a fragile girl."Has that happened to anyone before?""Yeah.. long before that.. when I was little.""Well… and who exactly..?""One girl has been coming here since the beginning of the camp. Her name was Rochelle and as far as I can remember we never really found out who she really was or where she came from. She was.. strange. She is always very pale and has almost silver hair. Bianca said she was albino and couldn't go out in the sun, so she preferred to go out at night. For example, on the trails of courage and so on..." she licked her lips and adjusted her glasses.“But it wasn't weird..she was obsessed with fireflies. I don't know if she was trying to impress Bea by being interested in the camp mascot, but I've never seen anyone so fascinated by insects. In the evening, she often went to the Meadow of Fireflies behind the southern forest and caught them in jars to bring them to the cabin, where she dissected them for hours to find out as much as possible about them. She liked their wings very much and made a collection of them on a bulletin board, where she pinned them with pins. Bianca said we shouldn't pay much attention to her, she lives in her own world and all… but she was so nice. She helped everyone, she was nice to us, it was just... this scared us.""Well, I don't know, I also know boys who collect bugs and tear off their wings." I laughed, but her traumatized expression froze my laughter immediately.

One by one we humiliatingly walked up to Bianca and drew our order out of a hat. 17 out of thirty girls fell for me. That wasn't so terrible.I tried to at least calm myself by basically being in the middle, there had to be someone who drew 1 or 30. That would have been much worse.

But as I watched the girls walk one by one, begging the camp leader to at least let them go in pairs, my nerves started to get a lot more tense. But when it was my turn and I was given a map with a flashlight, I had to overcome my fear and walked into the forest, all knocked out.The path was different every year, but this year at least Bianca had mercy and gave us a red ribbon every fifty meters just to be sure. It wasn't because she liked us or felt sorry for us, but because she was afraid of losing more girls. And that would be the end."Back in two hours!" Bea called me and I just swallowed. Two hours? Why can't we have half an hour like other camps?At this moment, unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it, so I turned on the flashlight and followed the map into the forest. I was so shaken and controlled by fear that I did not notice until a quarter of an hour later that I had gone astray. And no streamers around me.I didn't even have any reference point to turn back to, everything merged into a rich mix of trees, stones and stumps. And dead silence around me.I suddenly felt so small and helpless. Everything was dark and even my flashlight looked like it couldn't go any further."Trail for two hours and she'll give me this scumbag." I tried to take out and put in the flashlights, but the light just flickered quietly and died. It was dark.And so I ran, everything merged into one another, empty around me, not even a living being anywhere, just an endless mess of trees and plants, leading me deeper into the forest.And after an hour I saw the light. And not just one. Thousands of little lights.

Fireflies

I had no other reference point to follow. And so I followed them. A meadow full of fireflies spread out in front of me and I immediately thought of Rochelle. This was her meadow. And no wonder she adored it here.

All around me were clouds of little bugs with lights and I felt like Snow White in a fairy tale. The stress and fear seemed to leave me, leaving behind a pleasant warm feeling of tenderness. I understood it. She couldn't go to the light during the day, so she looked for light at least in the dark.And after a while I even saw a red ribbon on a branch. A smile immediately appeared on my face. I let the fireflies be fireflies and hurriedly ran towards the streamer, which was gently swaying under the force of the wind. I felt an incredible relief when I got to him, I had to ask him if this wasn't a dream.

JiBut this wasn't a streamer.It was something wet and slippery. I took out my dying flashlight for the last time and shined it on him. A human intestine dangled from a branch above me.Paralyzed, I turned off the flashlight and backed away. I looked at my hand, which was covered in blood and excrement. This is real. This was from a human body.I grabbed my map and flashlight and ran far and away from where the "ribbon" was. Warning lights flashed through my head telling me to get out of there immediately.My legs wobbled and my breathing got harder with each step. Dark brown streaks of trees just swirled around me until I saw the light. They weren't fireflies. It looked like a normal light, coming from a large camp hut. Where else to go?It wasn't safe out here.And so I raced on to the cabin and didn't even bother knocking, fear would force me to rush straight inside the cabin and immediately lock it behind me. As soon as the flickering in front of my eyes stopped and I began to breathe normally, I immediately noticed the sharp, disgusting stench that irritated my nose. And across from me, in the middle of the room, there was a source of light – two quite distinctly glowing… things. I couldn't focus in the dark, so I took out my flashlight and turned it on.To the left and to the right, the dead bodies of the girls from the camp were stacked on the beds and counters. Of some, only a skeleton remained, dressed in camp clothing, some were in the stage of decomposition, and two of them were in such a condition that I still recognized them. They were two girls from the camp. But all the corpses had something in common.They had crushed bones in their bodies. And they had fabric wings sewn onto their backs.I pointed the flashlight in the middle and saw a human corpse standing in front of me. A pale bony body, stained with blood and scarred. The pale skin was almost translucent and you could see how the plucked tufts of hair were growing from the clearly visible skull. The carcass had a crushed left side in which the broken bones had been replaced by sticks. The white, now gray dress was soaked in blood at that spot, with feasting maggots moving beneath it. The missing eyes were replaced by glowing embers that emitted the light that brought me here. They were just like the other dead girls.Except this one wasn't dead."Do you know that fireflies have amazing vision even in complete darkness?" she smiled at me and quietly walked towards me.Shaky legs seemed to want to quit as I tried to get back to the door and unlock it. The flashlight fell out of my hand in shock and I couldn't feel the key in the dark.

“They can go by smell, hearing and vibration….”

She slowly walked towards me."Or they are guided by instinct... They have to find food..."I don't know how many days I've been here, but I feel like my time is running out.I have no idea about the time, all the windows are boarded up and the only way out of the cottage is at Rochelle's. She had her name written on an old camp name tag she still had on her dress.I hide under the bed in the room on the first floor. I can't even move because I would make noises. And she hears them. He hears everything. Apparently the absence of sight enhanced her other senses. She's constantly walking around in the dark and making weird smacking noises, she must have somehow learned how to use echolocation. Even if I was quieter and tried to slip past her, she would catch me.She has already passed by the room where I am hiding once. Her hands were all black and burnt from the coals she shoves into her eye sockets. He's crazy. She's wearing extra wings that she probably forced one of the girls she kept prisoner to sew. And I see that even then they tried them on when they involuntarily jumped off a cliff.And she acts like a firefly. She flails around to rearrange her wings, makes similar noises, and when she feels that the coals are dying out, she puts in another one. And I see that it also fulfills cannibalism.I can't go out. As she is handicapped by blindness, she knows about everything that goes on in the cottage. And he always has those huge knives in his hands. And on his shoulder is a small bag with scalpels.I just hope Bianca doesn't care that three girls from her camp are missing and he sent a patrol after us. I firmly believe that.

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Diary dated 2001,

MayFound in 2015 with the skeleton of a young girl with dead embers in her eye sockets.

original by EYELESS JACKIE

#creepypasta #fireflies

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anymal28 · 2 years

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Just a random rant because humans are stupid.

So my county fair is happening rn. I show goats and cows. The goats shows went well and it was a really good day.

Until it wasn't.

Side note before we get into it. I have a 1 1/2 year old Market Beef Steer. He is 1091 lbs whereas I weigh around 150 lbs, so he's got roughly 900lbs on me. He is stronger than me. I've walked him many times in the arena before the show and he was fine.

My cow show was later in the day. I had to show my cow in 2 classes. I already knew it would go bad but I didn't think it'd go THAT bad. First class he walked and stood fine. He did pull away and end up getting away from me once but I got him back under control. Then we all lined up so the judge could pick the winner. He picked them and then people started clapping. Mind you there was an unnecessary amount of people. They clapped, my cow freaked out and it all went to shit.

I finally got him out of the arena but then I had to go right back in for the next class. And humans being the dense things they are were just crowding around where the cows had to move. So my cow freaked out and my dad had to step in to hold him because I'm weak af. So we were trying to make out way to the enter gate but he kept fighting my dad. And people were just standing in the way watching this happen. People who werent even in that class had their cows in the way and wouldn't move them. Then the person making sure we all got into the arena started yelling at me to get up there even though we were clearly trying and fighting this cow to do so.

So she yelled at me again and my dad yelled back something along the lines of "We're trying and there's people in the way" So finally we just decided we were scratching that show and took him back to his pen. Only after we did that the announcers told everyone to keep the cow walk areas clear. And even after that people were still in the way. I'm also scratching showmanship tomorrow morning as well because I don't want to risk someone getting hurt. Again, the cow was perfectly fine when I walked him in the arena before.

I'm not saying it was the other people's fault he freaked out. That's just something that couldn't be avoided. The reason I say people are stupid is because

1. They stood and watched instead of moving out of the way of a cow that was freaking tf out

2. That one lady that kept yelling at me apparently has no freaking eyes because she continued to yell at ME instead of help move people out of the way

Listen I don't care if you've got 50 years experience with cows or if you've never encountered one before in your life, when there is a cow freaking tf out, even if it's kind of under control, you don't just stand there. Get out of the freaking way or you will get run over.

This was not a game to me. If my cow would've hurt someone because they didnt have the common sense to get out of the way, I would've been responsible. I was terrified my cow would kick or run over someone's child.

It was a bad day for everyone too. One kid had a calf that kept jumping and landing on its side. Another girl got dragged around the arena by her steer. The only difference with mine was that it was outside the arena where bystanders could and would get hurt.

These are the first shows I've scratched in 9 years of doing 4-h.

#county fair #4 h #show cows #cows

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bitter-shy · 2 years

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You know if you ask my friends what I'm like. They probably say the nice person but deep down is a crazy one. Seriously, I join their bullshits and sometimes I create the bullshit.

The thing is, when my parents call, I also panic and scramble or when I am with other people I have this high tone happy girl voice. So really I am shit-not-so-shit person.

But one thing for sure is that I am petty. IN MANY WAYS. I am now fueled™ to prove them wrong but before I either prove them wrong or mindset it to fvck it whatever. I have so much encounters during 7th and 8th grade with my attitude. Some of them I regret, some of them I keep as core memory.

So let me tell you a story about this one teacher I absolutely am annoyed at. Don't get me wrong, I have mad respect to teachers. I love my advisers A LOT. But there are some who are

So I have this one teacher let's call him Sir Nert. So sir Nert was the one who replaced my 7th grade adviser because she moved away with her husband. So when he came and introduced himself to us. We all got the ick. Take note that we were filled with troubled teens and that our section doesn't really go along with each other. Like absolutely we are not those GO SECTION WE LOVE THIS BLAH BLAH— NO. WE DO NOT LIKE EACH OTHER MUCH. BUT THE FACT THAT WE ALL WHISPERED AND JUDGED HIM AND HOW HE IS IS ALREADY A BIG RED FLAG.

Things went on and he was our Livelihood teacher now which means he should be teaching livelihood stuff like how to make this shit and that like how to manicure or how to cook that. But he didn't. Instead, he went in and said ROLEPLAYS! He made us do the manicure stuff in roleplays when we really haven't totally know how we should manicure ourselves (right now I have an injured toe because I tried to do it on my own). We were all so annoyed at him that we all became one and said ALLIES. 🤝🤝🤝

Fast forward, 8th grade. I have some of my former classmates from 7th that still became my classmate in 8th grade. So bitter, why is 8th grade related to that 7th grade teacher?

Well...

THIS TEACHER BECAME MY MORAL TEACHER. And so I was like. WHAT ZE FUCK

So he went in and asked us a question about somewhere a long the lines of why do people get divorced and what happens to the kid.

And the mad person I am was like

And so I raised my hand, got called, stood up, and answered.

I. Answered. Straight. All of the options. Kaboom

Everyone was clapping at me silently like they were just proud of me answering it proplerly to our teacher.

But then

BUT THEN

He said. "Are you sure?"

"ARE YOU SURE"

And so again. Stood up and gave him reason why and I remebered I told him some like.

The family is having financial crisis or like being cheated?

And so again, they cheered at me which earned a shush from Sir Nert. So sir Nert pulled out his textbook. Checked it out and there was.... Silence.

So again, it earned a cheer from my classmate. One classmate specifically, we don't get a long even in elementary and when they were my classmate in 7th grade, but this bitch said "AMEN" CLAPS AND ALMOST TWERKS. Sir Nert was absolutely annoyed at it he tried to took my classmate to the guidance office and you know what my classmate did?

THEY WAVED GOODBYE TO ALL OF US AND GAVE US A FLYING KISS. And when they came back because for some reason sir Nert said nah let's just not. My classmate went back in class STILL SMILING.

Anyways, my teacher came back checked it again and.....

Just said "sit down"

The end

More stories to come about how my 7th grade classmates all became one aginst him.

#who did it?#moment #Seriously #One time someone locked him outside #And everyone played dumb aboutbwhat happened #*Silence*#More if I check this app again #??????? tumblr #???

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tswwwit · 2 years

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Got an idea I just had to share. I love enemies to lovers, and I love fake dating, but what about fake enemies who are secretly dating?! It's easy for Bill and dipper since they bicker all the time, but now they're both annoyed that they can't kiss in public

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#DIpper doesn't want it public knowledge because he'd get labeled as a monsterfucker #Which okay #He is #But there's considerable stigma attached even if Bill looks like a handsome human guy #Bill's okay with being on the down-low because the last thing he needs is a bunch of humans OR demons getting the idea to hook up #There was a fad for it in the 1400's and the breakups were a total migrane #Wails of eternal torment are only fun when it's not some demon clutching a photo of a summoner who said their tentacle was too small #Even WORSE were all the demons coming up with stories about gory heartbreak and breakups and more gore #Just to fit in with the fad #All along the lines of 'and then everyone stood up and clapped and told me how great I was' levels of 'yeah THAT happened'#Bill fucking hated it #SUPER annoying #And he doesn't want people trying to copycat his sweet gig either #Nobody else is gonna compare #But now I'm imagining Bill getting asked about romance #Probably on camera #Him declaring that it's stupid and demons don't do that and no they definitely don't fuck #Dipper's off to the side rolling his eyes #Until he hears Bill go 'What's this kissing thing you're talking about'#Dipper is now on High Alert for Bill Shenanigans #'Maybe I'll try it out! C'mere kid'#Dipper gets hauled in for the second worst but definitely messiest kiss of his life #It's CLEARLY all for the drama #Bill parts with a declaration that kissing is 'not all that' and 'can't see why you're into it'#Dipper is very very very annoyed #Also disheveled #I wrote a story in the tags because I'm a fool

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Evans

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous after he witnesses a moment between you and Chris Evans

Masterlist

As much as you loved filming the movies, your favorite part about being in the MCU was going to the conventions.

You loved getting on stage with your cast mates and answering questions. You especially loved when you got to attend the conventions with your best friend Tom. Your fondest memories with him were made during nights following a convention. You’d always get a joint hotel room and stay up late, too buzzed on adrenaline from the panel to fall asleep.

Going to conventions with Tom usually opened up a whole new debate on the nature of your relationship. Snap chats and Instagram stories made from the same hotel room always set off more theories that you were dating. You weren’t, but you didn’t mind the theories.

The current panel you were at was no different from the others. The whole cast stood in a line, with you sandwiched between Tom and Mackie. You listened along to all the questions asked until you heard your name.

“Chris, you and Y/n worked together in the past on Scott Pilgrim vs The World, where you played one of her evil ex boyfriends.” The journalist said to Chris Evans. “How did you react when you heard she was joining the MCU cast?

“I was really happy about it.” Chris said into his mic. “I’ll admit, I had a bit of a crush on Y/n when we were filming Scott Pilgrim so I was very excited when she got added to the cast.”

Tom felt his ears turn pink when he heard Chris’s confession. It was no secret that he liked you, but he had no idea Chris liked you too. He looked to you to see your reaction, mouth going dry when he saw the shocked smile on your face.

“Are you serious?” You laughed in surprise. “I had a crush on you too.”

Tom turned away a little, suddenly feeling a sick feeling in his stomach. He didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “How did I not know?”

“Because I was awkward and shy and didn’t know how to talk to you.” You said sheepishly as you pressed a cold hand to your face. “But I swear, I told Michael and Anna all about it.”

Tom lowered his microphone so the crowd couldn’t hear him gulp. He didn’t know why it bothered him as much as it did to know you and Chris had feelings for each other. You had filmed Scott Pilgrim a few years back, so the feelings were long gone by now. Still, it sent a white hot jealously through Toms veins as he watched you and Chris smile at each other.

“I can’t believe you never told me.” Chris chuckled. “I actually remember being upset that we didn’t have a kiss in the movie. I was like, how am I playing one of her boyfriends but we don’t get to kiss?”

“Aw.” Tom forced a laugh. “Poor you.”

The audience laughed at his joke, but you never took your eyes off Chris.

“I was genuinely upset about it at the time.” Chris continued. “I think I called my mom to complain.”

Tom watched with a tight jaw as you held your hand over your heart and beamed. You were obviously loving the attention from Chris while Tom was hating it.

“Hey, I didn’t write the script.” You shrugged. “I definitely would’ve thrown one in there if I had.”

“I think the movie is perfect as it is.” Tom cut in, earning a few laughs. “I don’t think there needed to be a kiss. Kisses are stupid anyway.”

“Wait a minute, we almost kissed in the last movie too.” Chris remembered. “To like hide our faces from HYDRA agents or something.”

“That’s right.” You gasped. “They took it out before we ever shot it.”

“Such a shame.” Chris clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “Missed you twice now.”

The reaction from the audience made you hide your face in embarrassment, feeling your face hot to the touch.

“I promise, you’re not missing much.” You laughed shyly.

“Yeah, well.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “I bet I was.”

Just when Tom thought it couldn’t get any worse, he saw an idea pop into your head.

“Wait, hold my mic.” You said as you handed your microphone to Anthony.

Tom could only watch as you walked across the stage and put your hands on either side of Chris’s face before pulling him into a kiss. The audience was deafening as Chris kissed you back. It didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make all the color drain from Toms face. You both pulled away laughing, Chris with his signature hand over his left side. You clapped your hands as you laughed before walking back to your spot.

“Well damn.” Anthony said into his microphone. “I didn’t get to kiss her either.”

“Yeah.” Sebastian teased. “Do we all get some of that?”

“Shut up.” You laughed shyly as you fixed your hair. “There. Now you got your kiss.”

“Thank you.” Chris laughed into his microphone. “I was not expecting that.”

“Neither was I.” Tom mumbled, his microphone hanging limply at his side. The rest of the panel went by without any further flirtations, but Tom wouldn’t have known if there had been. He had completely zoned out, too upset with what he had seen to focus.

You unlocked the door to your shared hotel room and saw Tom sitting at the kitchen table. His face was buried in his phone and he skimmed through the endless amount of tweets about the kiss from earlier. It was only making him more angry to see thousands of gifs and pictures of it, as well as all the messages from fans saying what a cute couple you and Chris made, but he couldn’t stop. He was too busy scrolling to hear you come in.

“Hey.” You smiled at him as you set your stuff down. “You did such a good job out there. I swear, you always get the most laughs. It’s not fair.”

“Hm.” Tom nodded, keeping his eyes on his phone. “Thanks.”

“Is everything okay?” You frowned when you noticed his standoffish behavior. You walked over to him and reached out to touch him, but he moved away.

“Yeah.” He shrugged unconvincingly. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

“I didn’t ask if we were fine.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are we not fine?”

“I said we were fine.” He held up his hands in annoyance. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes a little. “Sorry I asked.”

Tom gave you a sarcastic smile and went back to his phone, completely ignoring you now. You didn’t know what his problem was, but you knew you didn’t want to fight.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? You can pick this time.” You offered, trying to offer an olive branch.

“Actually, I’m kinda tired.” He said faintly. “I think I’m just gonna turn in.”

“Really? It’s so early.” You checked your phone and saw it was only 8 pm. “And I’m bored.”

“Yeah?” He finally looked up at you. “Then why don’t you go see what Evans is up to? I’m sure he’d love to finish what you started on stage today.”

You jutted your head back in surprise, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. He looked partial to guilty for snapping at you, but his anger was the most prominent emotion.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you kissing Evans in front of all those people.” He snapped. “I didn’t even know you liked him like that.”

You laughed again, thinking he had to be joking. You never said it out loud, but you assumed Tom knew you liked him. After all, you were the only cast mates sharing a hotel room.

“I don’t.” You said, unsure where that accusation came from.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head. “Cause it kinda looked like you did.”

“I don’t.” You repeated. “I used to when we were filming Scott Pilgrim a few years ago but I stopped before we even wrapped.”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Tom asked, his voice wearing thin.

“I don’t know. We were joking around.” You shrugged it off. “It was for the fans, if anything. You know how much they love that stuff.”

“They would’ve loved it just as much if you had just blown him a kiss.” Tom said. “You didn’t have to kiss him.”

“Who cares?” You asked. “Everyone loved it.”

“Not everyone.” He stated, keeping his eyes on the ground. You looked at him for a moment, realizing you had never seen him act like this.

“Why are you getting so upset about this?” You asked calmly, still not understanding.

“Because what you did upset me.” He shouted as he gestured to himself.

“Why?” You raised your voice as well now. “It was just a stupid joke. It had nothing to do with you.”

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” He shook his head. “Watching you practically run across the stage to kiss him in front of all those people was not a joke.”

“I didn’t run across the stage.” You said, starting to get annoyed. “I walked to him and kissed him. That’s it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Did you like it?” He asked with an unreadable expression.

“What?”

“Did you like kissing him?” He repeated as he let out a shaky breath.

“You know how it feels to kiss other actors.” You shrugged. “It just felt like lips on lips.”

“You must have some sort of feelings for him to kiss him like that.” He said, his eyes looking glassy.

“So what if I do?” You retorted, angry with him now for yelling at you.

“What?” His voice came out in a whisper. “Do you?”

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying? I don’t have feelings for Evans. But if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Because maybe you haven’t realized this yet, but you’re not my boyfriend.” You yelled, making him retreat into himself.

The silence that followed was deafening, making you feel guilty for what you said. You felt like you popped the happy bubble that you and Tom lived in, the one where you never confronted your feelings for each other but understood that they were there. Tom sucked in a sharp breath and let out a long sigh as he looked you in the eyes. He gave you a sad smile and nodded his head as if he was reluctantly agreeing with you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom was already moving past you. His shoulder brushed yours as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there in shock, unsure of what just happened. You felt like you had just broken up with someone you were never actually with. You covered your mouth with your hand, ashamed with what you had said to him. You hit him where you knew it would hurt him and now he was gone.

Despite sharing a hotel room, you didn’t see Tom until the next morning. He was eating breakfast at the kitchen counter, not looking at you as you made coffee. You sighed and sat down next to him, knowing you had to make things right before you went out to do press. You didn’t want to spend a full day doing interviews with him without resolving the fight.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday.” You began as you watched his face for his reaction. “It was mean of me to tell you you weren’t my boyfriend like that.”

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he stirred his tea. “You don’t have to apologize. You were right. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“We need to talk about yesterday.” You said softly as you looked at him. You could tell he was still bitter about the kiss.

“I don’t want-“

“We have to.” You cut him off. “We had a fight and now we need to talk about it.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before slumping in his seat.

“You start.” You said as you put your folded hands on the table.

“I don’t know where to start.” He mumbled.

“Just tell me how you feel.” You suggested. Tom sighed as he put his words together in his mind, wanting to make things right just as much as you did.

“I didn’t like it even you kissed Chris.” He said softly, keeping his eyes on the table.

“I got that part.” You tried to joke. “Why?”

“Because he’s older and taller and bigger than me.” Tom listed off.

“And?” You were confused.

“And I can’t compete.” Tom whispered, hanging his head in shame. The fragility in his voice made your heart break and you realized he was never angry with you.

He was heartbroken.

“Tommy, you don’t have to compete with anyone.” You said softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“I didn’t think I had to.” He continued. “I thought I had you. I know we don’t really talk about…us, but I thought we had an unspoken agreement that we liked each other. I know I liked you and I thought you liked me back until you…”

“Until I what?” You asked.

“Kissed another boy.” He laughed sadly. “Sorry. A man. Captain freaking America.”

“You were jealous.” You realized, trying to fight back a smile. “That’s why you threw your little tantrum.”

“How could I not be?” He looked up. “Have you seen how broad his shoulders are?”

You had to laugh, which made him crack a smile. The tension had disappeared and you had entered new territory, so you decided to keep going.

“And have you seen the way I look at you?” You teased him. “Or the way I immediately go to you in a crowded room? Have you seen how I’m always finding a way to touch you? Does any of that sound familiar?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled sheepishly. “It does.”

“I like you too.” You admitted. “Of course I like you too. But I already told you, that kiss was just a joke. It was just for the fans.”

“I know.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “It just shook my confidence, you know? I figured if he wanted you too, I didn’t stand a chance.”

“I don’t want him.” You assured him. “I want you.”

Toms lips curved into a smile, a proud look coming across his face. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I never should have yelled at you.” He said quietly as he stared at your hands. “I just hated that he got to kiss you before I did.”

“I get that.” You nodded. “But you can’t flip out and yell at me when you get a little jealous. You have to be okay with me being close to other people.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I got so jealous.” He shook his head at himself. “I’m not that guy. I don’t want you thinking that’s who I am.”

“I know who you are.” You leaned over the table and tilted his chin so he would look at you. “Why do you think I like you as much as I do?”

“I like hearing you say that.” He mumbled, keeping his eyes on your lips.

“I like saying it.” You smirked at him as you began to lean in.

Before your lips could touch, his phone buzzed, making both of you jump. Tom sighed and picked up his phone to see what the interruption was.

“Shoot. That’s Rachel.” He frowned. “She wants me down at hair and makeup. Can we talk about this later? This is really important to me and I don’t want to rush it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. “Go get your hair done. We’ll talk later.”

Tom gave you an apologetic smile before getting up and putting his cup in the sink. He moved to the door but you stood up.

“Tom, wait.” You called, quickly walking to where he was. You put your hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting it linger until you felt his cheeks heat up.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You told him, making him feel better about missing out on the kiss. He smiled softly and nodded before leaving the hotel room. You left to get your own hair and makeup done, an idea forming in your mind as you sat in your chair.

After getting hair and makeup done, you walked down to the lobby and went into one of the conference rooms. You saw the rest of the cast standing in a circle and went up to to them.

“There she is.” Anthony clapped as you walked up to the group. “Mrs. Evans.”

“Don’t start with that. You’re just mad it wasn’t you I was kissing out there.” You teased him, making him laugh.

“Maybe. I have a feeling I know who else is mad.” He said as he nodded his head to gesture to something behind you. You turned around and saw Tom approaching, a smile taking over your features at the sight of him. He gave you a knowing look and stood next to you as he joined the group.

“Hey guys.” He greeted, shooting Chris a quick look.

“There you are.” You smiled a little before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into a kiss. You felt his wide eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling you as he closed his eyes. He stepped forward to get closer to you before bringing his hand to face. The cast exchanged knowing looks right before you pulled away, a smile on both of your faces.

“Woah. When did that happen?” Scarlett nudged you.

“I thought it’d been happening for a while.” Anthony snorted. “Was I the only one?”

“No, I definitely saw something there. That’s why I was so surprised about yesterday.” Chris chuckled. You felt Tom tense up when he mentioned it, so you gave him a look. He relaxed and nodded, reminding himself he had nothing to be jealous of.

“I was surprised too.” He said, keeping his tone playful. “So don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.” Chris held up his hands. “Dodger and I are very happen on our own. He’s not willing to share me with anyone.”

“He and I have that in common then.” Tom said as draped his arm around your shoulders.

“Whats that?” You asked as you looked at Tom. He gave you a soft smile before pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t like to share.”

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a lil bit jealous | vinnie hacker

Request: hi ! can i request an imagine where him and the girl is a very close friends and then he got jealous when she is a lil bit too close to a guy who's also her friend and he just end up confessing out of jealousy.

Warnings: some cursing???

A/N: hope you like this, honey! send some more requests

“What is up with you, kid?” It was their inside joke. (Y/N) was 6 months older than him, but you would’ve thought it was 60 years by how often she was shoving it in his face. He could dish it out right back with the old jokes, and only the two of them found it funny.

Vinnie and (Y/N) had been friends since middle school, bonding over their mutual love for anime, and it was like nothing had changed since then. Yeah, they looked a lot different now, but they were just as close. “Nothing really. Are you sure about this Jacob guy?”

(Y/N) raised her brows, “What do you mean am I sure about him?”

“Like, are you sure you like him?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “I don’t like him in that way if that’s what you’re asking. I just think he’s a lot of fun. You don’t?”

No, of course not. For the past two weeks, it was like he couldn’t escape the kid. Everywhere he looked, there he was, hanging around (Y/N) like a lost puppy. Jacob had a hard time making friends, and he was cool with her mom’s friend, so she’d invited him out once, and now it was like they were inseparable.

It didn’t help that he couldn’t keep his flirty little comments to himself. (Y/N) wrote it off as Jacob trying to be nice, but Vinnie knew better, and each time he heard him hit on her, it kind of made Vinnie want to punch him in the face.

“He’s alright, I guess. You know how I am. I like to keep things low key, and he seems to want to be the center of attention all of the time. I don’t fuck with that.” He divulged as they stood by her car. Their group of friends had made plans to go to the carnival, and Jacob had tagged along, not shutting up the entire car ride there.

She nodded, “Yeah, that’s how I am too. I just feel bad. He’s new to L.A., and he’s not the most personable...I get it. I promise he’s a lot more chill one on one; he’s actually really sweet. I think he’s just nervous around a lot of people, especially you.”

Vinnie scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why me?”

“Well, for one, you can be very intimidating at first, and you always look like you wanna murder him.” She placed her hands on his arms, slowly pulling them down to rest at his sides. “You know, a smile wouldn’t hurt.”

“Mhm.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, and she laughed at his unwavering expression, raising her hand to squish his face. “What was I thinking? You look so approachable and cute.”

Vinnie decided he would try to play nice today, letting (Y/N) drag him to catch up with their friends. He knew, and he was sure she knew as well, that he would do anything to keep her happy. The reason why? He was falling in love with her and had been for some time now. No one knew, except Vinnie’s mom and Vinnie himself. Falling in love with your best friend always sounded so great in love songs but, no one talked about how fucking hard it was to tell them. No one talked about how hard it was to see someone constantly making eyes at the girl you had feelings for. No one talked about how fucking scary it was to imagine being rejected.

Playing nice didn’t last long. 2 hours with Jacob was more than enough time for Vinnie, and he was happy when they all eventually split up. (Y/N) was standing between Vinnie and her best friend Aurora, chirping away about how badly she wanted to go on the Ferris wheel. He liked the way her eyes were lighting up and wanted to see how excited she got once the three of them reached the top.

“(Y/N), you gotta sit with me on the Ferris wheel!” Jacob beamed once they got into line, easily throwing her over his shoulder.

She squealed in surprise, hitting him on the back. “Fine, you win, put me down! Put me down!” She said, and Jacob didn’t listen, spinning her around.

“Bro put her down,” Vinnie said sternly, halting Jacob’s movements. The air was tense as (Y/N) was set back down on her feet.

Jacob let out an awkward laugh, clapping an annoyed Vinnie on the shoulder. “Relax. I was just joking around, kid.”

“Number one, don’t call me kid...and number two, you’ve been doing too much all day. I think you need to relax.” Vinnie snapped, making Jacob visibly flinch. Aurora shared a look of concern with (Y/N), unsure if the two boys would start fighting.

“(Y/N), what’s good with your friend?”

Vinnie threw his head back, laughing in amusement. “I’m going to walk away before I really smack this kid in the mouth.”

With that, Vinnie left, taking a few deep breaths as he made his way to the parking lot. Maybe he’d been a little too mean, but it was irking him. Jacob had been friends with (Y/N) for two weeks. Why was he picking her up and spinning her around or holding her hand? Why was she letting it happen? Vinnie couldn’t stand watching Jacob or anyone else touch her, letting his anger get the best of him.

“Vinnie!” He didn’t stop walking when he heard (Y/N) calling his name. She eventually caught up with him, the boy standing by her car. “I appreciate you telling him to put me down, but he wasn’t hurting me or anything. I’m sorry he’s been so annoying all day and the whole calling you ‘kid’ thing. I told him to tone it down, but clearly, he’s not capable of that.”

“It’s not just about this, (Y/N).”

She frowned, “What else is there? Did I do something wrong?” He averted his gaze.

(Y/N) watched him with cautious eyes, silently begging him to explain what was going on. “I don’t want Jacob touching you. I don’t want anyone but me touching you because I want you...really badly.”

“Oh. Oh.” He tried to gauge her reaction. “Well, why didn’t you just tell me that, dummy? You say the word, and it’s hands off to everyone but you.”

He couldn’t contain his smile, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want you just as bad.” Her back hit the car as he connected their lips in a much-needed kiss, hands sliding around her waist as she wrapped her own around his neck. He didn’t pull away until they were both breathless, her eyes lighting up like they were both at the top of the Ferris wheel.

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