Crosshair: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Tech: What? No good morning?

Crosshair: Good morning, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??

Not So Hard To Say Goodbye (SETL, ETD Part Three)

Word Count: 1,683 Prompt: Right Behind You Baby Day: 24/28

TW: Character death, gunshot tomfoolery (wound resulting in death).

Note: I exclusively listened to Georgenotfound’s Only Fans on repeat while writing this. Do with that information what you will. A single line. That was the barrier between Sole being undercover and genuinely being part of the Institute. It had blurred, somewhere along the way, and they felt as if they were slipping from the hold the Railroad’s ideology had on them. Maybe it was the shelter from the Wasteland, a space where they could fantasize about a life outside the constant attacks and the losses they had suffered, or maybe it was because Father was the last thing tying them to a life that had long abandoned them.

It was comforting, to be surrounded by furniture that wasn’t tainted by bloodstains and dirt. They were weak, they knew, to be so willing to give up everything they’d dedicated the past few years to just for comfort, but they weren’t too proud to admit that. They had nothing to return to, after all. The Railroad was a falling support of a failing mindset that would only betray the Wasteland. The Institute, though? They had far more potential, and the more Sole was sent to spend time on the inside, the more they started to believe the Railroad was a lost cause.

Soon, they arrived at a point where they could no longer stand with one foot on either side of the fence, indecisive and conflicted. They had to decide who they were going to betray. X6-88 had arrived with his signature stealthy footsteps and announced that Father wanted to see them. Then, he had informed them that they needed to take out the Railroad once and for all. What were they going to do?

The decision was made before they knew it, the moment they looked up in the Third Rail and saw Deacon acting as if he had never seen them before. It was pure spite, evil and unregulated, that drove them over the line. Did they care? Not particularly. They had gone far past caring after the Wasteland had shit all over everything they had fought so hard to protect, had been abandoned by the one person they thought understood them. Maybe they were ready to burn it to the ground just to feel something.

As soon as they left Goodneighbor they returned to the Institute to relay their decision to Father. He understood, as far as he knew, that there would be a conflict of interest considering they were the Institute’s double agent, but they were more than willing to witness what was to come. Somewhere along the line listlessness and apathy had been replaced by rage.

When they consented to be part of the process, everyone launched into action much faster than Sole was expecting. Apparently this had been a plan for a long time, they just needed the intel Sole about to hand them. They didn’t hesitate. It surprised even themself. “There’s a loose end we need to tie up.” They announced.

They were leaned against the table in the middle of the room, reflecting internally on just how stereotypical the situation was. Father was propped up on the other side of the room, receiving concerned glances from the scientists around him; it was obvious he didn’t have much time left. Sole didn’t particularly care. With a sigh, they pushed off the table and turned to look out one of the many windows at the sprawling space of the Institute ground floor below. “The Institute has an agent that’s currently undercover. Reconnaissance work, I think, I wasn’t told. I’m supposed to think he’s dead.”

This brought on curious murmurs that had them rolling their eyes internally. They should’ve known they’d doubt them, it seemed everyone did. They turned with their arms crossed over their chest to face the room. “They’re worse than you’d think at making sure their agents don’t get spotted. But I’d know his face anywhere.” If only that was an exaggeration. If only they could forget. “Without him gone, the Railroad’s going to keep recruiting.”

“I trust you can take care of it?” Father spoke up croakily from where he was reclined.

Sole responded with an immediate, firm nod. Maybe it was what they had been aiming for in the first place, who knows. Certainly not the scientists, who sat around with judgemental, conflicted looks, as if they had any say at the end of the day. Sole had to admire Father’s commitment to the facade that they were involved. They let out a soft sigh to show their frustration. “So are we moving forward?” They asked.

“You’re awfully eager. Aren’t they supposed to be your friends? You’ve known them for years, that’s why you know so much, right?” One spoke up.

Sole ground their teeth together and glanced away for a moment to compose themself. “That’s true. But we’re not friends. They lost my respect a long time ago. Besides, my loyalty lies with the Institute. It doesn’t matter what they were to me.” They lifted their head higher.

The scientist sat back with a shrug, seemingly satisfied with this answer, at least for now. They couldn’t help but feel a bit smug that they had backed down that quickly. Regardless, it was time to get moving. The meeting ended rather abruptly after that and they stopped by to speak to Father before descending one of the many staircases and their boots met the Institute ground floor. The sooner they got this done, the sooner things would return to normal within the Institute. They would forget about the Railroad and all the trouble they had stirred up for them within the white walls.

Sole stopped in their room to use a kit, kindly provided by the Institute, to smear dirt on their face and adjust their clothing in a mirror. A clean mirror, at that. Of course, they had to look the part of someone busy traveling, but God was it luxurious to play the part after spending all their time at the Institute when they were away from the Railroad. Soon, there would be no part to be played, and the Institute would be their home full time.

After making sure they appeared to have been traveling, they made their way back to the top floor and stepped into the teleporter, ready to get this over with. No, they wouldn’t fully enjoy getting rid of the Railroad, but it would certainly feel therapeutic. There might be something fucked up about that, but it was the apocalypse. They had a feeling there would be no therapist to judge them at the end of the day.

Sole landed somewhere just outside Goodneighbor and took a moment to collect themself. The teleporter always made them seasick. After tugging at the bottom of their shirt and shifting the weight of their pack on their shoulders, they began to focus on their breathing. For a few minutes they focused on getting it to a believably borderline-hyperventilating rate, then bounced on their heels to add to the exhausted look. With this, they rushed into the gates.

Deacon was leaned against the wall that separated Daisy’s shop and KL-E-0’s, looking every part of the drifter that he was pretending to be. Sole waited until they had caught his attention before pretending to compose themself. They walked over slowly, their head somewhat ducked. God, was it hard to be faking fear to fake hiding it. It took a mere second where they bumped into Deacon and a piece of paper wound up in his hands. An exclamation point with six lines extending outwards from it. The Railroad sign for them being in danger.

It was far too easy to make their way to the back alleys of Goodneighbor, conscious of the fact that Deacon was casually trailing behind them, covering the way he followed by pausing every now and then to observe something. They were pressed into an outcropping by the time he made his way around the corner. Even Deacon, the composed super-spy, jumped when they stepped out of the shadows. “What’s going on?” He asked lowly, avoiding their stare. 

Sole rolled their shoulders and let out a quiet breath. “Do you remember what you told me in the beginning?” They asked quietly, their eyes filled with tears that couldn’t be more false, throwing a shaky smile in for dramatic effect. It seemed to work with the way Deacon grew more concerned.

“What do you mean?” He asked, stepping closer, reaching out to begin examining them for injuries. “What’s going on?”

Sole let their breath shake when he got closer and looked down at the ground, taking a step to get into his space. It was personal. He placed his hands on their shoulders and they nearly rolled their eyes at the fact that he was dropping his guard. Exposing his weak points. They leaned forward as they shifted to reach for the silence pistol that was holstered beneath their jacket. “Trust no one.” They whispered in his ear before pressing the barrel against his stomach.

They let a beat pass just to watch the way his face dropped and his eyes widened before pulling the trigger. The recoil encouraged them to take a step backwards, but they gave him the courtesy of catching him under his arms and lowering him to the ground slowly. The words Deacon had been preparing were caught in his throat, suppressed by the pain, and they took the moment to fire two more shots; one for each of his legs. He wasn’t making it out of the alley. No one used it anymore, and it wasn’t uncommon to find dead drifters a week later.

Truth be told, they were tempted to stick around and watch him process what was happening. Already, there was a look of acceptance on his face, like he’d figured something like this would happen, but they knew better. Deacon was smart, but if he were smarter, he would’ve never left. The fury in his eyes as he looked up at him, away from the blood spilling from his wounds, nearly made them shiver. Instead, they let out a quiet laugh and shook their head. “You should take your own advice.”

White Flag  Part 3

Dean and her grew up together, trained together. Also, absolutely can’t be in the same room without a fight ensuing. When she has to come back and help out the boys and their friends. If she stays too long will all her secrets come out. She swore he would never know, circumstances and their friends and family, they might have other ideas.

Pairing- Dean x OFC

Warnings: Angst!, oh and ANGST! Triggers for Alcohol and drug abuse. Anger issues. Dean angry and yelling. (That needs a warning). Eventually smut. Sexual situations, cussing, blood, gore, the usual Supernatural warning.

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Sam was pacing around the room, Benny was making multiple phone calls as Dean drank. Whiskey always cured his troubles.

“Really, I mean I know you don’t care, but you could try to help,” Sam snapped at his brother. Dean’s eyes traced to his sibling who looked very worried. He glanced over at Benny, who mirrored the same expression as Sam. “I do care,” Dean huffed. 

The snappy retort made his brother snort in derision, “Yeah, sure.” 

That rueful smile crossed Sammy’s face. Dean withered slightly, he hadn’t worried about the horrid wench that caused nothing but headaches for him for a while. This time, he had a bad feeling; four months and she hadn’t spoken to anyone. He called to tell her off for the car she bought Jack but she never answered. She hasn’t answered his calls in years. Sam, Cass, or even Jack. Hell, anybody but him, she answered within the hour.

It irked him, but it never bothered him. At least that’s what he told himself. Yet, when Benny came back within the week, checking every home and hideaway she had and there was no answer, he grew concerned. She hadn’t taken any of her go bags, her bank accounts, even the hidden ones were untouched; something was wrong. He felt it in his bones and that feeling never boded well with them. She was in trouble.

Y/n  was a special kinda bitch in his book. Nothing and no one touched her without a crazy kind of surprise, or one hell of a plan beyond monster capabilities. This was a new hurdle.

The fact that Sammy doubted him wanting to find her or know what happened made his skin crawl. They may fight, shit, they hated one another, but he still wanted her safe. He NEVER wished her gone or dead; even if that’s how she made it seem over the years. She forced herself to be a ghost to them since the Mark of Cain.

He didn’t know why or even how the crazy woman did it, but she ghosted them. She was ruthless and wickedly smart, he would give her that. Her scars ran beyond skin though, to her core, and not even Sam knew them all. Hell, maybe no one did, even Benny. The vamp had become her companion, her best friend and he was happy to have him  here, on his side. 

Something was definitely wrong, they just had to figure out what. Sammy even called that bullshit British Men of Letters hunter, Ketch. As psychopathic as he was, was an excellent resource. 

“You heard from Ketch?” he looked at his brother. Sammy just sighed and shook his head, looking down to his phone. No answer from Ketch meant no good news, at all.

Ketch was one of the pricks torturing Y/n, that’s why. Good ol’ Chuck saw his uses and used him. Nothing would stop that ruthless tea-swilling serial killer. Well, at least she had something pretty to look at.

“Well, now are you going to tell us the whole story Ms. Y/l/n?” Ketch asked, sheathing the blade he held.

Y/n’s smirk was her answer but she retorted just the same, “No, Mr. Ketch, but if you fancy a fuck, I am just laying about,” her brow crooked for what it was worth below swollen eyes, cuts that bloodied her vision, and bruised ribs that made it hard to breath.

The Brit turned to her and smiled, “Well, that is a fetching idea. Yet, I’m not allowed to play with God’s toys.” He leaned against the desk eyeing her, “You were always a beautiful woman. A vividly talented hunter, resourceful even beyond your abundance of wealth. Yet you,” his lips smacked in shame, shaking his head, “you stopped at Dean Winchester, what is that man’s pull? Truly, I want to understand.”

“You couldn’t,” she said simply. Looking at him gave a slight shake to her head, “No, not a sociopath like you. No empathy, no morals, you feel nothing. No guilt, no remorse, you hold nothing that would make you capable of wrapping your warped little mind around why I feel like I do about Dean. Plus, he doesn’t know and wouldn’t care.” A dry smirk was thrown his way as she let her head fall back against her restraints.

He eyed her, processing her, “Him knowing how you feel or the things you have done for him, terrifies you. You! I have seen and heard of the things you have fought and done.” He shook his head, folding his hand into his lap, “Yo-you’re formidable,” he shrugged confused.

Y/n snorted, “Obviously not,” jerking her wrists that were tied down for emphasis.

“No, no. it’s something more,” he dismissed her.

“Dean, flaws and all, is something you can never understand or be. Dean can’t help that he cares so much and he hides it. He can’t shake his loyalty, it’s a huge fault. Dean does whatever he has to for whoever he loves and cares about,” she growled.

Ketch smirked in realization, “And that’s not you. He has no love or loyalty to you. That’s why you accept this.” He gestured around, “You believe Chuck is wrong. Dean won’t care about anything you have done. Dean won’t care if you’re gone.”

“That’s right. He won’t.” She knew that for a fact. “I’ll give it to you, he will be surprised, but he’ll shrug it off.”

“Hmm.” With that Ketch got up and left the room. Y/n let her head fall back with force. Good thing she put her affairs in order years ago; everything she had would go to the Winchesters and Benny. Benny deserved a break from her. Benny had stuck by her side for years, put up with her boozing, drugging, and her massive attitude issues with no explanation from her. She even left a few tricks for Rowena. She did adore that sassy redheaded witch.

Ketch entered Chucks office sneering. A roaring fire, mahogany furniture, a desk the size of Sam. God did like to overcompensate.

“How is it going?” Chuck’s voice drew his attention, taking off his glasses with that smile of his.

Pursing his lips, “The same. She isn’t easily persuaded.”

Chuck sighed pursuing his lips rising from his chair turning to face the big picture window. “It’s been months. I might have to approach this differently. She is an anomaly, I can use her. I just need to find out how.”

“Maybe, it might be prudent to find out exactly what she means to Dean. I mean she may not be the chip you think she is to him. From what I know and heard from them, Dean is not a fan.” Ketch interjected.

“Dean also will still protect her, she is like family, and the others love her. So no, I can use her. Especially with the information I have, believe me I know what I am doing.” Chuck’s eyes cut to Ketch with a sneer reclaiming his seat at his desk. “Not only that, but once he knows EVERYTHING,” God’s eyes narrowed cruelly, “It will destroy them both.”

Ketchs brow quirked. “Are you going to kill her then?

The shorter man’s head shook back and forth, and he chuckled. “ Why? She is doing that to herself already. I don’t have to help with that.”

Ketch was confused. “Then why did you actually need her if you know everything?”

Chuck was silent a moment his jaw tensed. “Cause I know what happened, but not the details. I NEED the actual details. Which is why I have you,” he growled.

“Ah, I see. Well, it must be something big, if she is this tight lipped,” the taller man retorted, grabbing a drink from the wet bar.

The twinkle in Chuck’s eye unnerved him. “Oh it is, I heard the rumors, but the brutal truth. Oh thats why she is destroying herself. Fascinating to watch how humans react to things. That is why I need the truth, every nasty detail, of it all.”

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Daybreak Academy: Chapter 88

Uncle Eraqus

Summary: In which Anora and Brain have an off campus Thanksgiving feast with the latter’s uncle. Word Count: 1,686 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

It was right in the middle of history class when Anora got a text from Brain.

'Are u doing anything tonight? Wanna meet me by the gates for a Thanksgiving feast off campus? I know a real quiet place by the lighthouse. Wear your jogging pants- I'm not going to let you leave until you gain three pounds.'

Anora only wished that she could have seen her face after reading it. The young woman looked up at her teacher before carefully typing her response. Thank goodness that the keyboard on her slider phone was a quiet one. Too bad that she was generally a pretty slow typist.

'what if i'm not hungry?'

After sending the text off, Anora set her phone in her lap and tried to write some notes down. Brain must have been in the middle of class too- his text came back to her roughly ten minutes after.

'Ur nothing but skin and bones, madam. If I don't stuff you up, my uncle will.'

Anora almost had to force herself from questioning why Brain had an uncle. But, still. If this was going to be a Thanksgiving feast, would more of Brian's family be coming along? A small spike of fear hit Anora's head when she asked him just as much.

'Don't worry pretty girl. It'll just be you, me, and uncle E. Like I said, the buffet is a quiet place even on its worse days. It's got separate rooms like a karaoke bar. It's pretty cool.'

'i don't do karaoke'

'It's not an -actual- karaoke bar. Just trust me. Or don't. You don't have to come if you don't want to. I'm kinda just throwing it at you anyway.'

Anora lightly nibbled at her lip as she thought it over. It wouldn't hurt her to get off campus for a bit. She wasn't really expected to join in on anyone else's Thanksgiving dinner. Brain had also appealed to her social avoidance side too- there would be a lot more people in the cafeteria tonight. Some family members joining their kids on a free meal provided by the school. She knew for a fact that Mog's family would be coming- and that included both parents, a brother, a handful of cousins, and a persnickety aunt or two for good measure.

Come to think of it, she probably wouldn't have had dinner at the cafeteria tonight anyway. Still making sure that the history teacher wasn't going to notice her texting, Anora carefully typed her reply back to Brain.

'do i have to wear a dress?'

The bell that signaled for class end went off before Anora got a reply. She didn't even look at her phone until she got to the next class.

'Of course not. Wear what you've got. E's not picky and I literally just mentioned jogging pants. I'll wait until 6:30 for you at the gates.'

After reading through the message, Anora gave a little nod to herself and tried to focus on the rest of class. If there was one difference between Ephemer and Brain, it was that Anora didn't particularly feel like she needed to impress the latter. Hypocritical as it sounded- considering she was the one that told Ephemer he didn't need to impress her to keep her love for him. Most of her dresses were better suited for the summer anyway.

But she should still dress, nicer, though. Meeting with your significant other's (rebound or not) family was a big deal. She didn't want to give Brain's uncle the wrong first impression. Not that she'd be able to talk enough to form a good impression to begin with…

After classes were over, Anora went up to her dorm and started to go through her winter coats. The one she usually wore, a very warm double down jacket, was a bit ratted from years of use. She had to dig real deep in her stored away clothes for the fancy things. The young woman let out a happy noise of discovery when she found her maroon colored peacoat. It would match well with what she was already wearing; a long sleeved, light brown colored tunic shirt and dark washed jeans. It was respectable, but not too dressy.

She didn't waste any time in meeting Brain at the front gates. He was casually leaning on the brick archway before noticing her. When he did, he stood up and adjusted his hat a bit.

“So all your girl clothes are hiding in winter wear.” Brain mused as he looked her over. “Sounds like the opposite of every other girl I know, but it sounds about right for you.”

Anora suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. “Is it bad?”

Brain shook his head. He took a step or two closer to so he could take her hand and gently kiss her knuckles. “Not at all.” he gently purred. “You're just more unique.”

The blush on Anora's face came quickly and without restraint. Brain chuckled a bit at her before calling up a taxi. As the taxi headed on down to the lighthouse located outside of town, Brain tried to make a bit of light conversation with Anora.

“I'm not trying to scare you, but you should know what kind of guy my uncle is.”

Anora turned to him and raised an interested, but wary, eyebrow at him. Brain laughed at it for a moment before going on to explain himself.

“He's the principal at one of the main Departure County public schools. The same one that Ven came from.”

“Oh.” came the rather small answer. A snort escaped Brain's lips in return.

“Don't worry,” he assured her, gently taking her hand to rub her thumb over it, “I'm just teasing. He'll love you.”

Still giving Brain a wary glance, Anora carefully nodded her head and said nothing further. The drive to the lighthouse was spent in a still silence. When they were close enough, Anora could see a man that, at a distance, looked a lot like Brain. As Brain helped Anora out of the taxi, she continued to study the man. She must have stared for two long because he looked right at them. But he didn't call them out. Instead, Brain politely guided Anora by the elbow to the man and even tipped his fedora at him.

“Long time no see Uncle Eraqus!” he happily greeted the old man.

The man gave a nod of his own. “It's been a long time since we've met...”

“Brain.” Brain finished for his uncle.

“Brain...” Eraqus repeated with unease. “So it's official now?”

“Yep.” the young man boasted, grinning at his uncle with a cheeky certainty. “Well, no. A lot of the school paperwork still say I'm 'Blaine', but as far as anyone else knows, I'm the one and only Brain Renzhen.”

“Certainly is a unique name.” his uncle warily agreed. With this out of the way, Eraqus turned his attention to Anora.

“I don't believe we've met before.” Eraqus politely said to Anora. “My name is Eraqus, young lady. I am the brother of Brain's mother.”

Anora shrunk a bit, but offered him a smile and nod of acknowledgment.

“She's not much of a talker.” Brain laughed. “It takes a bit of getting used to for this little bird to sing.”

“Well, if that's the case,” Eraqus offered, “The let's go secure a private room for just us three. I'm sure it would be a lot better to the more socially anxious.”

Anora gave him a small smile in thanks, and with that the three of them entered the buffet. It was a rather cozy place, with amber lighting and the smell of freshly baked bread faintly hinted in the air. The individual rooms were separated with a sliding divider. Anora still sat a bit closer to Brain as the relatives started to talk to each other. The two seemed to have a rather amicable relationship. But the hardest part Anora had to wrap her head around was that Brain hardly referred to his uncle as uncle. Instead he called Eraqus by his first name only. It took time for her to realize that he was doing the same for his aunts as well. From what she could gather, he had two; one older than Eraqus, and one younger than both Eraqus and Brain's mother.

“Do you have any plans for winter break?” Eraqus asked Brain at some point.

“Not really.” the young man mused as he reached for his water glass. “I know Mom wants me to come home. But that means Beli and Chika are going to be there too with their small armies.” Brain took a sip of water before adding, “Thanks for not adding to the gaggle of cousins, by the way.”

Eraqus gave a rather bemused chuckle. “Not yet, anyway.” he teased. “There's one young man that I've been keeping my eye on. He's not much older than you two, but he could benefit from a more kinder household.”

“Are you going to take him to Christmas or New Year's dinner with you?”

“I might.” Eraqus agreed with a sigh. He then turned to Anora and said, “What about you, Anora? Do you have any plans for the break?”

Anora jumped a little, surprised to be a part of the conversation, before carefully shaking her head.

“Daybreak is one of the better campuses to be on during breaks.” Eraqus told her with a nod. “It's a shame that it can't provide housing for its recently graduated students. Assuming that a Tenth Year didn't buy an apartment in town already. Has the food quality improved any since we last had an all state school conference? Urd still swears she got food poisoning from the meatloaf they served.”

“Doesn't Miss Urd get sick off of anything that wasn't served on a gold plate?” Brain lightly snickered. Eraqus gave a small snort of amusement.

As Brain and Eraqus then went into a conversation that slightly mocked whoever this Urd lady was, Anora found herself lost in her own thoughts. What was she going to do for winter break?

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A/N: It is finally hereee. Sorry if it's a bit late, I'm like, at 117 followers now AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT. Thank y'all so much for supporting me and reading my fics❤️❤️❤️ OH, and sorry if the prompts aren't that great, I'm still not used to writing prompts but, I really tried my best because I want this celebration to be good.

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I'll be extending the time limit to this by the for a month because why not😂

I'll be accepting requests from this prompt list within this period of time:

February 14, 2020 — March 14, 2020

A N G S T :

1. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay”

2. “You said you’d never leave me, so why are you walking away?”

3. “You promised! You promised me that you’ll stay!”

4. “That’s exactly the thing y/n, I loved you”

5. “Where were you!? I’ve been waiting for 5 goddamn hours!”

6. “I am really sorry, darling.”— “It’s ok. I’ll be here I guess.”

7. “I know I promised, but—”— “It’s fine. Just know that I’ll always be here for you.”

8. “You idiot! Why did you keep this from me!?”

9. “Cut the crap, I know you’re hurt!”

10. “You don’t have to pretend, I know you pretend every goddamn day. You’re hurting yourself, you’re hurting me.”

11. “Before I leave, I have one more request.”— “What?! After all of this, what else could you possibly want out of me?!”— “Be happy. Move on. Please, look after yourself.”

12. “You told me you loved me, did you tell her that to?!”

13. “You know you don’t have to hide anything from me, so please tell me why there are cuts on your arm”

14. “How stupid could you be to think that you could handle that yourself?!”

15. “I wanted to see you, but not like this. Never like this.”

16. “Am I really that bad?”

17. “You’ve walked away so many times but I took you back! This is too much. I’m so sorry but it’s my turn to leave.”

18. “Don’t please I—”— “You have to let go sweetheart. You know you’ll have to eventually.”

19. “So, what, you’re just giving up on me? On us??”

20. “What happened?”— “It’s like— I-It’s like I forgot how to love you”

21. “Don’t force it, please. You already know that it’ll end like this even if we try again.”

22. “I don’t owe you anything. I don’t owe you a fucking thing”

23. “Everyone thinks she’s not the one, but she I think she’s damn near close to that if she isn’t. I know I can’t risk losing her.”

24. “Just know that I’d go to the moon and back just to get the chance to love you again.”

25. “Stop— Stop! Please, stop you’re hurting yourself!”

26. “I don’t deserve you. I never did, and I never got how you can love me the way you do now.”

27. “I realized how easy it is to live without you”

28. “I-I could’ve left but I didn’t”— “but you should’ve”

29. “You caught me, but you let me go”

30. “Go. Go to them. You always do anyway”

31. “I should’ve left when I had the chance.”

32. “You know, people warned me. Warned me about you.”— “What did they say?” “That you’d end up breaking my heart. I should’ve listened to them.”

33. “I—I think I broke her.”

34. “H-hey, it’s me. Y-you remember me, r-right?”

35. “You want to know the worst part, hmm?”— “I—”—”It’s been 5 fucking years and I still love you”

36. “Please let me explain!”— “I think you explained well enough last time. I understand, you love her, not me”

37. “I trusted you!”— “And I trusted myself enough not to hurt you, but I still did”

38. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to me!”

39. “You know what they say…cut off one head, two more shall take it’s place.”

40. “Am I not enough for you??”— “You were”

41. “You told me you were over her”— “I lied”

42. “Making you fall in love with me was never my intention”

43. “You let me down when I thought I finally had someone to build me back up.”

44. “”Hey— hey baby? Come on, keep your eyes open for m-me. You can d-do this, b-babe— look a-at m— look at me! Y-you can do this, alright?”

45. “I’m fine, really. I always knew that he wasn’t the one. I guess you can say he’s just my almost”

46. “You could’ve died!”— “I did! I died the moment I saw him snap his fingers!”

47. “I’m sorry! I know I should’ve been better—” — “but you weren’t. You could’ve been but you weren’t!”

48. “H-Hey Pete. I just wanted to call you to say sorry. I know you’ve moved on, but I haven’t. I don’t know how long I have, but I wanted to tell you that, please, take care of dad, take care of yourself and take care of MJ. My life has been a wreck, but it was way better with you in it. When I lost you, I lost myself, and I’m sorry for that. I should’ve just been happy for you. God, I hope you don’t delete this voicemail.”

49. “He won’t be back! He’s dead and all you can do is accept it!”— “No! He’s not dead, he can’t be! He told me he’d come home, he promised me he’d be back!”

50. “It’s my fault, this is my fault. You’re not safe here, just— just leave. I don’t want to hurt you.”

F L U F F

51. “Never, in my life, have I felt so much love for one person.”

52. “Don’t worry, love. I’m here, and I never plan on leaving”

53.“Stop! Tickling me won’t work!”— “I doubt that, love. I can do this all day”

54. “My heart belongs to you, my London boy.”

55. “Don’t tempt me, babe”— “What? I’m not tempting you to do anything”— “Yes, yes you are. Everyday, just looking at you makes me want to love you even more than I already do, which—quite frankly— I didn’t think was possible.”

56. “W-will you go on a d-date with m-me?”— “Only if you kiss me again”

57. “Is that my hoodie?”— “uhhhhm, no?”

58. “Where were you?! I called so many times!”— “Yeah, but my phone died. I was at work. Why’d you call so many times though? I told you I was working today.”— “I remembered that I forgot to tell you that I love you before you left”

59. “C’mon, time to get up.”— “Noooo. I wanna cuddle some mooreee”

60. “You’re not sick anymore. Now can I kiss you?”

61. “I love you”— “No, you love Taylor Swift.”— “Shhh, you’re ruining the moment”

62. “Move. I want to cuddle”

63. “You’re an idiot.”— “Your idiot.”

64. “I know you’re only here for Tessa.”— “I mean, yeah, but playing with Tessa isn’t the same without you.”

65. “Can you do me a favor and NOT break your nose for once?”— “Sure, but only if you kiss it better.”— “Ew Tom, no. It’s all bruised and bloody.”

66. “I’m not afraid of the dark anymore.”— “Oh really? And why is that?”— “Because now, you’re here to light up my world.”

67. “You look cute when you’re mad. You’re like a cute little bunny with a frown”

68. “Oh come here. I know you can’t resist me.”

69. “I’ll go to sleep only if you sing to me first.”

70. “Will you be MJ to my Peter Parker?”

71. “Hey, can you take Tessa for a walk?”— “Yeah sure, but I thought you wanted to walk her?”— “I never said I wasn’t”

72. “I’d dance with you around the stars if I could”

73. “It’s a prank! It’s a prank, it’s a prank”

74. “Can you stop checking me out and actually try to clean the house?”

75. “Here, close your eyes and take my hand. Do you trust me?”— “No.”— “Oh come one, you don’t mean that.”— “Yeah you’re right, I don’t”

76. “I won’t be able to take you seriously if you keep wearing my cloths. Looks too good on you.”

77. “Let me go, I have work.”— “Not until I get my good morning kiss”— “Gross. You have morning breath.”

78. “You’re such a dork, but I guess that’s why I fell in love with you in the first place.”

79. “Don’t pout. That’s cheating because you know I can’t resist you when you pout”

80. “You? Ugly? Impossible.”

81. “I can’t think of anything other than you that can make me this happy.”

82. “NO! Don’t open your eyes!”— “Wha— Why??”— “Because then it won’t be a surprise, duhh!”

83. “Have you ever stopped to think, that maybe in another universe, we’re with other people? Maybe we don’t even know each other or—”— “You have to stop watching those documentaries, babe. Anyway, I don’t think I could ever be with anyone other than you. Even in another universe.”

84. “I hate you.”— “No, I know you love me.”— “I do, and I hate you for it”

85. “One day, I’m going to propose and you’ll say yes. It’s going to be the best day ever.”— “Yeah. It definitely will be.”— “And with that, Y/N L/N, will you make today the happiest day of our lives?”

86. “I like it when you’re sick”— “Hey!”— “It gives me more reason to take care of you.”

87. “So, there’s this house party RDJ’s hosting. Wanna be my date?”

88. “Awwww, I never realized how cute you are when you sneeze!”

89. “Hey, uh, we have thin walls here and I uh, I heard barking so I figured you have a dog. Is it alright if I play with them for a bit? I love dogs i-if you can’t already tell.”

90. “We could be soulmates you know.”— “I know, and I don’t mind one bit.”

91. “I really want to kiss you right now.”— “Kiss me then”

92. “You’re such an ass.”— “I know right. Been doing a lot of squats lately.”

93. “Ugh, it’s still too early. Wake me up later.”— “Too ea— it’s 4pm!”

94. “I love you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t laugh at you when you do something stupid”

95. “Get a life, you dummy.”— “I already have one. You.”

96. “Do you want to sed something beautiful?”— “I’m already looking at her.”

97. “It’s hard to think when I’m drunk.”— “That’s why you have me, sweetheart.”

98. “I did this for you, you know. I got drunk so I could be confident enough to tell you how I actually feel about you.”

99. “Don’t believe anything they say. I love you, and only you.”

100. “I missed you! But probably not as much as baby Holland did.”— “Excuse me, baby who now???”

The Proposal Pt. 1

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Word Count: 1, 464

Summary: The Proposal au.This will most likely be a several part series but I cannot guarantee when it will be completed. :)  

Warnings: language 

Jolting awake from a sensually frustrating dream about Harry Styles, Y/N realized two things. Foremost, her alarm had yet to go off. Secondly, perhaps more importantly, she desperately needed to get laid. Rolling toward her alarm, her eyes widened in panic. The clock was stopped at 12 despite the sun sneaking past her curtains suggested otherwise. Unplugging her phone, she almost screamed at the time. 8:00. She had an hour to get to the office or her ass was grass. 

Thankful she had showered the night before, she rushed about her apartment in an effort to get dressed and do her hair and makeup with enough time to make it to Starbucks. 8:20 and she was out the door. 8:40 she got off the train at the closest stop to the Starbucks that The Devil Himself preferred. By the time she rushed in the line was snaking back toward the door. Before she could swear, the goofy barista with the pretty blonde curls and sparkly blue eyes held up two venti iced coffees and winked. 

"You are a saint, I actually love you." Y/N placed them in a tray and scurried toward the office. 

The elevator was full as was the lobby by the time she got in. Forced to take the stairs, she kicked off her heels and held them in one hand while balancing the coffee in the other. She entered the offices of Summer Publishing at 8:55 and sighed with relief. That is, until Carl from deliveries bumped into her with the mail cart causing one iced coffee to spill down the front of her blouse. 

"Fuck me." Sliding on her heels, Y/N rushed to Ashley's cubicle. "Hamilton tickets, 2, yours if you give me your shirt. Offer expires in 5, 4, 3-" 

At precisely 9:00 am The Devil Himself strutted into the office. He was on the phone but that certainly did not mean his eyes were not searching for the slightest infraction among his staff. Pleased, or as close as he could possibly be to it, he entered his private office. Y/N followed shortly after. 

"Good morning, Mr. Irwin." She set the coffee down on coaster on his desk. 

"I just got Hood to do a book tour. Calum Hood, the world's most mysterious author, to do a book tour." 

"Oh wow, sir. That's amazing!" Y/N dared a step closer to his desk as he leaned back in a chair that probably cost twice her rent. "Did you get a chance to look over that manuscript I sent you? I've read a lot of drafts but that one really stuck out." 

"No." He waved his hand dismissively. "I doubt I'd like anything that you did anyway." Turning his coffee in his hands, he frowned or smiled, Y/N wasn't sure what his emotional range was. 

"Anyway, sir, your immigration attorney called...again. He is quite insistent on you returning his call. You also have a meeting with Styles at 11, he seemed quite serious as well." 

"Tell my attorney I'll get to it. We're supposed to have a meeting tomorrow but push that back. I need tomorrow to deal with Hood." Running a hand through his slick hair, he chewed on his straw."Has Clark come in yet?" 

"Um, yes sir, I believe so." 

"Good, let's go see him." Y/N turned to leave the room. "Oh, sweetheart? Who is Luke and why does he want me to call him?" 

Her cheeks burned a warm pink. "That was originally my coffee, sir. There was an accident with yours." 

"So, venti iced coffees with soy milk, sweetener, and a protein booster are your drink of choice?" 

"Such a coincidence, I know." 

Irwin stood and crossed the room. "Because it would be quite pathetic if you ordered the same thing as your boss." Passing through the sea of cubicles, he glanced toward Ashley seeing her shirt splashed with a brown stain. "Like I said, pathetic." 

9 to 5 scenes flashed before Y/N’s eyes and she couldn’t help but fantasize about all the ways she could end him, get that pay raise, and her book published. Nevertheless, she kept her mouth shut, following behind Irwin with anger. He was the pathetic one. Couldn’t even call his own goddamn lawyer back, couldn’t even fire Clark on his own. 

Clark, reasonably, was upset. Y/N felt some sympathy toward him because losing your job sucked and Clark had a family which was something Irwin could never understand. After several insults, Clark packed his belongings into a cardboard box and left the office with middle fingers high. 

It was barely 10 o’clock, there were still a wonderful 7 hours left in the workday. The board meeting was next. Despite #MeToo and the fact that it was fucking 2020, the board was a good ole boy’s club filled with assholes with wandering eyes and hands. The rest of the board somehow made Irwin look like a saint. Y/N buttoned the top button on her shirt before walking in, kept her chin low, and didn’t dare stray too far from Irwin’s side. 

Irwin slipped a note to Y/N, an SOS of sorts. She nodded and called his lawyer back. Dealing with his immigration lawyer would certainly be more stimulating than his meeting about paper- what was this The Office? 

Y/N was thankful when the lawyer arrived, allowing her a much needed mental health break. She and Ashley smoked a variety of something in the bathroom with the window open, staring down at the city below. “Fucking asshole. Ya know, Dolly Parton wouldn’t put up with this shit.” 

“I know.”

“Just once I would like to be treated like I matter to him. I turned in my transcript and all the asshole could say is that it’s pathetic I ordered two of the same drinks.” 

“That’s just creativity on your part.” Ashley reapplied her lipstick, tilting her head slightly at Y/N. “You look awfully cute in my shirt, might just have to kiss ya.” 

Well, Y/N certainly wouldn’t object to that. She never got the chance to know if Ashley’s lips tasted like cherries or strawberries, as Michael stuck his head in looking all sorts of panicked. 

“Y/L/N? You are needed ASAP in Satan’s office and he said to unbutton your shirt a bit.” 

Complying, if only for her paycheck, she plastered a smile on her face and undid the top button. She entered his office like the perky assistant she was. “Yes Mr. Irwin?” 

Mr. Harry Styles sat next to Irwin’s lawyer at Irwin’s desk. Styles was certainly a pleasant surprise. Irwin smiled, honest to God smile with dimples and everything at the sight of her. “Honey, they know. You can call me Ashton in front of them, and well, it’s still in private.”

“I-” Ashton swept in, holding her close to his chest. 

“For the love of God play along.” He whispered with grit in her ear under the guise of playing a kiss on her cheek. To the room, he said, “I told them about our relationship. It was impossible to hide anymore, what with our engagement and all.” 

Engagement? Had Irwin finally cracked? Styles seemed over the moon at the idea of an office wedding while the lawyer looked slightly more at ease. Clearing her throat, the lawyer smiled. “Just so long as we can get this paper work going soon you know how the current administration is the process is going to take a while.” 

Ashton kept his arm around Y/N, giving her side a sharp squeeze. “We have plans to go to the immigration office this afternoon before catching a flight to Kentucky for Y/N’s grandmother’s birthday. Only turn 88 once, ya know.”

Content with that arrangement, the lawyer and Styles left each with their own well wishing. Y/N turned to Ashton who wore his usual stupid jerk smirk. “What the fuck was that?!” 

“Listen, I’m not about to apologize. I let my visa expire, the only way I can stay here is to get married. You’re the only woman I interact with on a daily basis. I’ll pay you quite handsomely to go along with it and we’ll get a quickie divorce in a  year.” 

Left speechless, Y/N walked to his cabinet and poured a shot of bourbon. Then another. One last one for courage. “This is a federal crime you know.”

Ashton hummed from his desk. “Well, last time I checked you disagree with the current administration on everything this should be an easy offense for you to commit. Now, collect your things and take a half day. We’re going to announce to the rest of the staff our engagement and then head to the immigration office.” 

“I have to catch my flight-”

“Yes, I know and I’ll be attending. We have to sell it.” 

Senior Year Hues

not blues

au where IT is just a normal travelling clown.

Georgie is alive and well.

As is the prom haze.

warnings: angery jealous eds, swearing

ENJOy, I don’t know why I never posted this. Undoubtedly was part of an entire series.

wc: 3500+

Gretchen Tozier was a beloved and respected 1968 partially black Barracuda “carefully” handed down through the family. Gifted to Richie’s uncle in ‘71, pawned off on Richie’s dad following his uncle’s first DUI and the damage that came with it in January of '72.

Two matte grey mismatched panels on the driver side door and the front bumper were added, hoped to be finished by '73 so Richie’s older sister could joyride through her senior year, seven years later. Thanksgiving that same year, though, dear Uncle Andy rolled through Derry again. He borrowed the car for about twenty-six minutes before overturning it on an embankment near Neibolt. Gretchen was towed, fixed and released back to his father a few months later. His uncle spent the night in the drunk tank, receiving his second and final DUI. Andy hasn’t returned to Derry or their lives since.

To his sister’s distaste, she would not be able to take it a few hundred miles down the coast to college with her like she had hoped. His parents told her she needed to buy her own, especially with her living on campus. She does, a beat up ‘88 Mitsubishi with peeling forest green paint and a bumper that didn’t match.

Richie, upon turning 15, bought her off of his dad for fifty dollars and a pay stub in '91. She has been appreciated properly for the next three wonderful years. Only the finest of company near Ol’ Gretchie.

Eddie definitely hated the ridiculous, loud, obnoxious piece of junk. He definitely didn’t end up falling for that piece of junk just like he did with its driver. Out of the question.

He didn’t get excited when he heard the rhythmic drumming of the old engine approaching his street from a block away.

He most certainly did not love the homey fabric of the seats with endless rips in them or the faint lingering smell of the little trees Richie puts up to mask the ghost of cigarettes past. (Eddie is almost certain they aren’t Richie’s, but if they were he knew Richie would never admit it.)

Eddie did not love that car. Whatsoever. But he did find a place in his heart for all the memories made with it. With him.

So when Richie told him he had to take it to the dump, Eddie nearly lost it.

“What do you mean you’re trashing it, I thought you loved that thing?!”

“Eds, why are you getting so upset, I thought you hated it?”

“I do (not), but… it’s sad seeing you just get rid of it like that.”

“You’re gonna miss ol’ Gretchie aren’t you, spaghetti?”

Richie knew his car didn’t actually need to be trashed entirely it just needed a few major repairs that he knew he would never be able to afford. At least not soon; not for another three months until he could save enough. And if Eddie found out he’d dump his savings into that thing no question. His little hypochondriac was far too good to  him. Even if he wasn’t his yet.

Eddie always was ready to help Richie any way he could, he knew that wholeheartedly, but his stupid damn pride would not allow it.

Richie took up working overtime on the weekends just so he could get back to driving his little Eddie bear around Derry as soon as possible.

Gretchen was a staple in the Tozier’s Promposals. She accompanied his parents to their prom. He was not about to break this tradition just because of his bank account. Eddie deserved the best carriage for his first prom. He was going to have to swallow his pride and buckle in for the most agonizing waiting game of his life, so far.

“Hey, Richie,” Eddie called over to his friend, remembering an invitation he was to extend, snapping Richie from his brooding, “Bill’s having a sleepover tonight, did you want to go? He said you can pick the movie.”

Eddie’s smile was so genuine and hopeful the he almost said yes just so he could keep that smile right where it belonged always but he remembered he had to close tonight and work the mid shift tomorrow. And Bill never let him pick the movies, ever.

“Wish I could but I work tonight. Sorry, buddy.” he patted Eddie’s shoulder and gave him a weak smile.

“You’ll get along without me though, won’t you, Eds?”

“I guess… yea.”

Richie immediately wanted to take it back just to see that smile. Just to see those damn dimples.

He seemed to have gotten his wish when he noticed those big brown eyes light up.

“What about tomorrow? We could go see that movie you wanted to see?”

Again, almost horrendously, Eddie looked so hopeful to be spending time with him that Richie’s frozen heart thawed, just slightly.

“My old man wants me to help him get my sister’s junk out of the house and down to her dorm this weekend, shit, I’m really sorry Eds.”

Richie really really hoped Eddie would leave at that but of course not. He really wanted trashmouth to suffer even if he didn’t know he was suffering.

“..I could help?”

Eddie knew he just grasping at straws here but he really missed being annoyed by this dumb stupid asshole every day even though he would never tell him that.

“Eds, I’d love for you to,” the smaller boy’s eyes twinkled, “but there probably wouldn’t be enough room?”

He knew he didn’t sound convincing. Not at all. He just didn’t want to think about it anymore. He wanted to just get work done so he could get paid and then never ever ever have to see this look on Eddie’s face again.

“Oh. Yea, you-you’re probably right, um, sorry I asked. Maybe next week, I guess.” Eddie decided it was best to just give him his space at that point, turning away from him, trying to end the conversation.

“Eds, wait-”

“Stop fucking calling me Eds.”

Richie didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the weekend after he dropped him off at Bill’s that night. Partially from working almost the entire weekend, partially because Eddie had avoided him as much as he could.

Somehow Eddie managed to steer clear of anything remotely related to Richie that next Tuesday.

The taller boy caught a couple glimpses of him the previous school day but he would disappear before anything could be said between them.

Richie sauntered over to the rest of the losers at lunch to find Eddie absent like the day before.

“Hey, where’s Spaghedward?”

“We thought you would know, didn’t you guys just have chem?” Ben answered from beside Stan.

“Yea but he darted off somewhere in a hurry. I thought he’d be here.” Richie turned around hoping to spot Eddie coming from the bathroom or something.

“He seemed kind of upset when I talked to him earlier, what’s going on?” Beverly interjected after swallowing her first spoon of peach yogurt.

Stan ate in silence while the others discussed what could be wrong. He eyed Richie with what others would call just blatant disgust but hid it behind his thermos of chicken noodle soup.

“Yo, Stan, what do you think?” Richie finally asked him directly. He knew something.

“I think you should talk to him.” Ben responded before realizing he wasn’t the one with the answer Richie wanted.

“I second that. Talk to him.” Mike said around his turkey and cheddar sandwich.

Beverly and Bill simply nodded as they picked through their lunches.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Stan very quietly said, focusing pointedly on his sandwich.

“Why not?” Richie started to get impatient. Stan knew something he didn’t and it was clearly upsetting enough that Stan couldn’t hide his distaste. More than usual.

“He clearly just wants some space, I think you should respect that, okay?”

Stan started to raise his voice slightly and that immediately made Richie eight times more concerned knowing that Stan, of all people, was trying to keep Eddie away from him. Stan quickly picked up his tray and dumped it into the trash before heading down one of the halls.

Richie gave Beverly a kick under the table.

She initially was annoyed but softened when she saw the beat up Docs that had kicked her, nodding without a word. She kicked back twice, the second kick stronger than the first.

“Ow,”

“What, Richie?” Bill raised his head.

“Nothing just kicking myself.”

Lunch proceeded in near silence. Richie was silent for once while the others gossiped about their classes. He was debating the decision to ditch his last period to be early for work. Craig would appreciate him showing up and relieving him early, anyway.

The others returned to their classes and the day sailed by. After school most of them, save for Richie and Mike, met up by the racks to see each other off. Beverly and Ben made a plan to head to the library to cram for their English final tomorrow morning. Bill was planning on tagging along but decided to spend some time with Georgie instead.

Stan knew he didn’t want Ben to third wheel, even though it was evident Bill would be the outlier.

“Bye guys, see you Monday!” Eddie called to the other three losers as he and Stan got on their bikes to head home.

“Oh, hey can we stop by the store really quick? I need to pick up some more of the Nutty Buddies for my mom.”

“Sure.” Eddie didn’t think twice about the grocery run given Mrs. Uris had an acute craving for peanut butter after four.

He was unaware, however, that Stan had set a plan in motion.

Just so happens that the general store was directly across the street from the arcade. Eddie immediately got excited and thought to tell Stan they should go say hi to Richie. Then he remembered Richie telling him he had to help his sister today and brushed it off.

The two went inside to pick up the Nutty Buddies. Stan bought a kit-kat and a bag of chips for him to eat after dinner later.

“I don’t know how you can eat all that junk Stan, how do you sleep at night with your teeth just-,” Eddie stopped nagging momentarily as something outside of the store caught his attention. A dark green, vaguely familiar, car pulled up outside the arcade.

He saw Richie pop out and walk into the arcade with a can of Shasta cola in his hand and a snickers hanging from his mouth, leaving who Eddie assumed was his sister to drive off.

Weird. Thought she would still be in New York right about now.

“Eddie whats going on? You stopped yelling at me.”

“Shut up Stan, look!”

Eddie pointed out the window towards a car he noticed was parked every other season in the driveway.

“Wait, I thought you said he was helping his sister.” Stan inquires further, knowing far better.

“He said he was.” Eddie was immediately disappointed for a reason he wasn’t sure of yet.

Their investigation was put on hold while the clerk rang up their items. She tried starting small talk but Stan just replied curtly with, “Not interested, thank you” while waving a twenty in her general direction.

Eddie supplied a ‘thanks’ to Stan for buying the goods without once looking away from the arcade, observing a cloud of teenage girls huddled in a corner. Their ring leader was approaching the glass and Eddie started to feel dread at the pit of his stomach. He nudged Stan and then started bagging erratically.

They gathered the items and bolted out the door, trying to make sure they could see Richie through the glass without him seeing them.

“Wait, who’s that girl?” Eddie said after a long period of silence.

“Looks like Melissa Cromwell. She’s pretty hot du-.” Stan passed on the general rumor he heard relentlessly from around town. They made him sick but she was definitely well recognized by most boys.

“Shut up, Stan, who asked you?” Eddie whipped out, hoping his words stung like the sting he felt in his chest at this moment.

“You.. did-”

“What the fuck is she doing?”

“Is that a trick question?”

He scoffed but let Eddie’s rambling continue, however, because he had a feeling that Eddie cared a lot more than it already seemed he did. He hasn’t said anything to Stan like ‘Hey I’m bangin’ Richie now, deal with it’ but they’ve been spending a lot of time in each other’s company as of late.

He also knew exactly what a little jealous sap Kaspbrak was like so he didn’t intervene; didn’t mean he couldn’t feed the flame just a bit. Richie was being dismissive and kind of a dick lately, not that that’s anything new. Stan just didn’t want to see his friend tossed over a cliff over this dirt bag.

“Oh my God he’s making her laugh? Look- look at that!”

“I mean, yea? They have Lit together.” Stan announced with his all-knowing bird brain. He saw all and only repeated what he wanted to.

“Why do you care about what Richie fuckin’ Tozier does with his wa-”

Eddie turned to Stan and gave him the look.

Stan shut his mouth tight.

“He lied to me Stanley and know he’s chatting up that hot chick.”

He would never say it to Eddie’s face, (Richie’s face is another story) but Stanley didn’t truly understand what Eddie saw in that asshole. Richie was a dick about three-hundred percent of the time. A dick to Eddie three-hundred percent of the time. He was also for some reason intensely obsessed with his mom.

Stan decided it was best to just let that ship sink on its own eventually when the captain abandoned it. However, if he saw a time bomb ticking down the hull of that ship, he would hop on that lifeboat without a single word and paddle away, letting the pieces fall behind him.

But he couldn’t do that to Eddie.

Right?

The pair noticed the girls all call his name as they exited through the glass doors, cackling with their mob mentality. Stan found them repulsive but knew most guys saw the other qualities.

“Eh, Richie makes a lot of girls laugh sometimes. I guess they think he’s funny?” Stan attempted to level out some of the doubt surrounding his friend.

Much to Eddie’s dismay, Richie started to head back outside of the arcade.

He let out a panicked ‘oh fuck’ before darting off into the alley and biking through it, he didn’t care where he went he just wanted to get far from there.

Stan was struggling with the bag and his kickstand and failed to notice the quick departure of his friend.

He started off a moment later but hesitated when he saw Richie following Melissa further down the street holding a pair of sunglasses and a sharpie in his hands.

Bright neon lights blinked in the arcade window with a welcoming glow. It felt like home to Richie. Except he worked there and wasn’t allowed to play (unless it was empty because it was so slooow after eight).

He got out of his sister’s car with a quick ‘thanks, sis’ before closing the door and heading into work. He wondered what bullshit he’d have to put up with today as he munched down on his snickers.

Richie immediately noticed Melissa and her biters at Pacman not far from the counter. He knew all too well that it yielded almost no tickets at all.

“What’s up, Craig?” he called from around his almost-gone snickers.

The mid-twenties blonde looked up from his comic to acknowledge the brunette boy before him with his hand outstretched in a fist. They bumped fists before Richie set down his shasta on the glass prize display case so he could vault the counter. He landed with a huff loud enough to peak the interest of one of the vapid cheerleaders. It wasn’t hard, none of them were at all focused on collecting dots.

“Those girls came in about a half hour ago. One of them was asking about you.” Craig was telling Richie offhandedly while the younger brunette took off his leather jacket to replace it with his work shirt.

“They’re annoying please, just, like, give them your number and be done with it, totes,” Craig started to bust out laughing while he took off his work shirt and headed into the back of the store.

Richie bent down to put his keys and jacket under the register, pausing when he heard a light giggle from above him.

Fuck.

He slowly got up to face whoever was waiting on the other side of the counter.

“Heey, Richie.” Melissa was leaning on her hand with her elbow propped up on the glass of the counter.

Richie took small a step back from the register.

“Hi, Melissa.”

“I, um, wanted to exchange these tickets for something.” she reached into her back pocket and brought out a pitiful stack of tickets.

Absolutely pathetic.

“Okay.” Richie took them and put them into the ticketing counting machine next to him.

27

“You have twenty-seven.” He said back plainly.

“Ooh, jackpot.” she said slyly smiling as she bit on the end of her sunglasses.

“You can get a finger puppet, a pocket alien” He began listing the lowest tier of redemption.

“A pair of dice,”

“Or jelly bracelets.” The short list came to an end, his attention being returned to the glinting eyes across the counter. He took note of how flattering this direct light would be on anEone else. He pushed it back and awaited her decision.

“Can I get that one?” she pointed to a particularly adorable bear toy.

“Oooh, no sorry. You don’t have enough tickets. How sad.” he clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side.

“How many more do I need?” She asked with a horrible attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“One.”

“Let me check,” she dug into her back pocket, bouncing from foot to foot.

“Ah-hah!” Melissa pulled out a single ticket, setting it on the counter and sliding it across to him.

“Lucky you.” he said so sarcastically he almost sounded believable.

Richie turned the ticket over before putting it into the machine revealing red numbers and a call me in sloppy cursive loops with,his favorite, a little winky face. He paused, collected his nerves before presenting her with a coy smile.

“I’m sorry, this ticket has been tampered with. I can’t accept this.” he slid it back, grinning.

“Fine. Then I’ll take the,” she leaned much farther than necessary over the counter to point to a tiny alien on a key chain.

“Weird ass alien thing.”

“All yours.”

“Thank you.”

She winked at him before returning to her gang of much too giddy single sheeple friends.

He couldn’t wait to tell Eddie all about this petty ordeal but then he remembered he probably wouldn’t see his best friend until tomorrow at lunch if Eddie showed. Maybe he’d sneak out tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Melissa and company head towards the exit.

“Bye Richie.” they all called in shrill unison as they left the arcade, giggling manically to each other. Melissa dangled her alien keychain from hier pinkie as she turned away.

Fuck he hated his job.

He crossed his arms on the glass that he would need to clean anyway and rested his head on top of them. His nose bumped something on the counter causing him to jolt up.

Fuck.

Richie picked the glasses up off the counter before vaulting it again. He walked with some urgency through the glass door after Melissa.

Lucky for him she was lagging behind her friends while they undoubtedly chattered among themselves about how perfect him and Mel would be together. How great they would look together at prom, most likely.

“Melissa!”

Eddie’s bike was thrown into the dirt far from the arcade while he sat down on a rock and used his inhaler. He hasn’t biked that fast since they had to chase Bill to that stupid fucking house on neibolt. That house that he broke his arm in. The house that the clown tried to eat him and all of his friends in.

That goddamn house where Richie set his broken arm after relentlessly trying to keep his focus on that motherfucking shit clown.

He coached his breathing back down to mildly panicked just before he saw Stan biking rapidly towards him. He seemed shocked.

He immediately worried if Richie had seen his buddy Stan and stopped him.

“Hey Stan, what’cha got there, lube for you dad?”

“No it’s Eddie’s snacks, he bolted like a bitch when you came out.”

“Oh damn, well, I got Melissa’s digits and I would have wanted to tell him that his mom’s gonna have to wait unt-”

“Eddie!”

Stan shook his shoulder lightly.

“Wait, when did you get here?”

“Like a minute ago while you were lost in thought, dude.”

“Shit. Damn.”

“You okay?” his only sanity broke off at Stan’s useless question.

“No, Stanley, Im not o’ fuckin’ kay.”

Thanks for readin’! Much love

May I Have This Dance?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston RPF x Plus-Size Reader Insert

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: If too much sweet fluffiness isn’t your thing, then keep on going.  This is full-on no-holds-barred fluff.

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Summary: Two of your best friends are getting married and you have the honor of singing at their wedding.  At the reception you’re approached by a famous friend of the groom, Tom Hiddleston.  Much polite flirting ensues.  Will there be more to come?  (That’s not a rhetorical question, I’m honestly asking for your input about whether I should write more.)

A/N: This is my first RPF.  I missed writing WAY more than I thought I would, but life had me completely inundated and unable to do anything but get through what I needed to everyday.  I missed my Tumblr family, I missed creative thinking, and I hope this lives up to what you’ve come to expect and like from me.  Thank you in advance for your time and kindness.  Constructive, kind feedback is ALWAYS welcome.

Oh, and endless thanks to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ for just being there whenever I call.  She’s too good for words.  Well, my words, anyway.

“Excuse me, but would you care to dance?”

You were fully engrossed in the game you were playing with the ring bearer, flower girl, and other assorted guests’ children and hadn’t bothered to turn at the sound of the voice.  By the time you felt the gentle but noticeable tap on your shoulder, you had long-stopped wondering who had asked.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry to bother you, but - “

“5-4-3-2-1 Ready or not here I come!”  You slowly and dramatically turned towards the giggles and titters of little voices, slid your hands down over your closed eyes, and widened your stance to catch the little buggers.  As you opened your eyes to scan the room and made unconvincing assertions of how quickly you’d win, you barely caught yourself from plowing into the tall, lanky man who did not try in the least to conceal a smirk.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.  Did I bump into you?”  Your momentary distress quickly morphed into nervous laughter as you realized with whom the gods had chosen for you to cross paths with.

“Nope, not even a little.  I’m the one who should apologize to you, as I’ve clearly interrupted a highly competitive game of hide-and-seek.”  You snickered and shrugged your shoulders as the back of your dress and each of your hands were unceremoniously yanked by little people who had yet to learn that patience is a virtue.  Maybe that’s why you enjoyed being around children so much - you hadn’t learned that particular lesson yet, either.  

You mouthed “sorry” as you turned your head away, and saw him shake his head, appearing to chuckle as he took off his glasses to clean them.  As he turned towards the other guests, you fell back into the seedy underworld of high-stakes hide-and-seek, but you weren’t likely to forget that moment any time soon.

Tom Hiddleston had just asked you to dance.

As the night wore on, you lost the company of your young compatriots as their parents collected their offspring, thanked you profusely, and carried them off. You were grateful to return to the grown-up world and quickly sought out the bar.  As you sipped on the best gin-and-tonic you’d ever had, the newlyweds and some members of the bridal party found their way over and a chorus of memories, laughter, and challenges rose up.

“C’mon, please?!??!  You can’t say no to us tonight, we’re protected under the “we just got married” statute.  Please????” The drunk pleading by the newly Marrieds almost made you snort Bombay Sapphire out of your nose.  

“You’d better be grateful that I’m in such a good mood.  Give me a minute to go over and introduce myself then I guess I’ll make sure I’m not held in custody on the ‘You Said No To The Marrieds’ statute.”

After a few minutes of getting redirected at each attempt to get away, you took the microphone and cleared your throat.

“Excuse me, folks.  I know you may have had your fill of my singing voice after the wedding today, but I’ve been asked by the newlyweds to close out the night by singing one of their favorite songs, which to be honest, is also one of mine.  I’m told that I cannot deny this request, as it is part of the canon of newly-married law, and since both of them are lawyers, I guess I have to comply.”  As the pianist started the intro, you closed your eyes and swayed.  This one earned you lots of applause (and much-needed gigs) in college, and the words poured out without thought.

The very thought of you and I forget to do

The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king

And foolish though it may seem to me that's everything

The mere idea of you, the longing here for you

You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love

When the last notes faded along with your voice, the remaining guests whistled and cheered.  Your blush quickly faded as your best friends, including the bride and groom, tackle-hugged you and walked you off the stage in a laughing huddle.  You thanked every person that was kind enough to compliment you, and smiled dreamily as you saw the unmistakable frame of the famous actor in the room talking with your best friends.  

As he saw you approach, his smile widened and The Marrieds followed his gaze to you.  He excused himself, gesturing “one minute” while he visited the bar, and quickly returned on his trajectory to you, now with a bottle of water in his hands.  It seemed to roll off his impossibly-long fingers while his other hand gently encircled your wrist.  You were feeling the effects of the performance high, your drinks, and the long happy day at the same time, which loosened your tongue.

“Thank you very much.  I know etiquette requires me to sip daintily, so you'll need to forgive me while I down this in a less-than-ladylike way.  Please don’t tell my mother.”  His laugh was a rolling baritone, easy and well-practiced, accompanied by eye contact that would usually make you turn away from its intensity.

You checked him out as you tried not to gulp.  Thankfully you didn’t choke or need the Heimlich because drinking bought you a minute to wonder what in the hell Tom Hiddleston wanted with you.  Was he trying to return something you dropped? Was he going to compliment your singing? You weren’t quite drunk enough to ask outright, so you capped the plastic bottle and smiled.

“Thank you, that hit the spot.  It was nice meeting you, but I think I’m going to head back….” His smile dimmed a bit as he recognized your attempt to leave. Reaching out, he quickly spoke over you so you wouldn’t end the sentence.

“Ummmm, no.”

Awkward silence. Crickets.

“Excuse me?” Tentacles of weirdness raced up your spine. Sweat formed on the back of your neck as you formulated your escape plan.

His nervous laughter caught your attention. “I mean, yes, it’s nice to meet you, too and you’re welcome, but….”

Your eyes followed his as they cast downward and then popped back up with a shyer, smaller smile.  “I’d hoped you’d have a dance with me.”

Cue full-on tipsy giggles. “I’d love to, but it seems the band is packing up.”  

He let your wrists gently drop and practically leapt over to the bandstand.  After a few minutes of bowed heads, covert pointing, and close talking, he returned with the smile you’d seen projected on a 50-foot screen.   With a short bow, he held out his hand.

“Problem solved.  Now, if you would be so kind as to dance with me?”  

You put your hand in his as he led you to the nearby dance floor.  You remained completely clueless as to what alternate universe you had fallen into. Maybe you were dreaming.  You’d have to pinch yourself to find out, but Tom didn’t give you the time.  

He pulled you closer, placed one hand respectfully on your thicker-than-average waist, and, taking your right hand in his left, placed it on his chest. You looked up and could not hold back soft laughter.  He quietly asked what you were thinking.

The band was doing a sweet rendition of “Wonderful Tonight,” and you hummed along.  As he turned you slowly, the distance between you lessened.  

“Nothing, just having a wonderfully unexpected dance with a world-renowned actor.  It’s how I normally spend my Saturday nights.”  He leaned back to make eye contact, smiled, and returned to twirling.  His hand had worked its way further around your waist and your hand that was not on his chest had moved to cup the back of his neck.  As the last twangy notes played, you tried to pull away, to quickly gloss over any awkward goodbyes, but he held fast.

“I sound like a broken record, but thank you.”  His face quickly changed from dreamy to serious, which was disconcerting.

“What?” Your face belied your urgency to cut to the chase and say goodnight.

He stepped back and moved his hands to your wrists, his light touch giving you goosebumps.

“I’m curious - why do you keep trying to leave? Have I offended you somehow?” His eyes locked on yours, a sincerely curious look on his face.

“No, of course not, but I figured you needed to go and I didn’t want to make anything awkward.  I avoid awkward at all costs.”

“If anything, leaving would be bittersweet. I was hoping you’d have a drink with me so we wouldn’t have to broach that subject yet.”

Your neutral expression masked your shock.  It was a practiced response after years of suppressing laughter when your students did something hilariously inappropriate.  He didn’t press, didn’t ask again, didn’t change his mind.  He simply waited and looked, bringing front and center how uncomfortable it made you to be seen.  

“Let me freshen up, and I’ll meet you in the bar downstairs in 20 minutes or so?”  You giggled, again, as he bowed and kissed your hand, taking your leave and saying goodnight to other guests.

You started to sober up as you took the elevator to your room, took a shower and threw on the outfit you wore to the bachelorette party 3 nights earlier, thanking God you had sent it out to be cleaned.  By the time you made your way downstairs, you felt more like yourself, more in control, less starstruck.

You smiled tiredly as he stood to greet you, offering you the outside seat on the banquette.  It was late enough that you didn’t need to shout, and you had just the right amount of attention from the waiter and bartender, without attracting fans.  You shared your plan to stay in the area for two more weeks, visiting friends and seeing the sights, while he mentioned he was going to be in town for a few days, as well.

You sipped on a delicious champagne Tom suggested and asked him something that had run in and out of your mind since the days of your high school obsession with Phantom of the Opera and Les Miserables.  

“Tell me how you split yourself between the real you and the part you’re playing.  I’d guess that every part you play contains some small piece of you, but how do you reconcile that with being “just you,” being the person that your family and dearest friends know? Is it difficult to become someone else and then return to everyday life?”

He listened, smiled softly, and sighed.  “You’ve just asked the same question that was posed to the very first people to pretend in front of others.”  He went on to explain about the psychological work he has done and still does to prepare for roles, the time it takes to transition back and forth between roles and real life, and some funny stories about times when he’s mixed up the two with memorable results.

The familiar chuckle snapped you out of your reverie.  You saw his loose curls move side to side and wondered why he had stopped talking, then realized you’d yawned several times in a row.  “I’m sorry, I heard what you said, but I think your voice lulled me into another state of consciousness.  It’s very soothing.”

His smile was bright, but tired.  “Are you saying I put you to sleep? Guess I’m not as captivating as I’ve been led to believe.”  He cut off your attempt to explain.  “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been going on but you’ve struck the mother lode - asking an actor about how they prepare psychologically for their life’s work is a question worthy of a monologue.  Didn’t mean to hypnotize you.”

He silently covered your hands with his as you brought out your wallet to pay for your drinks.  “Please, let me.  I invited you, remember?”  Your nod was followed by evidence of your stubbornness.  “Thank you, I’ll just leave a tip, then.” He stood as you did, steadying you while you took your leave.

“Thank you for the dance, and the drink, and the conversation, Tom.  It made this gorgeous day even better.”  You kissed his cheek, noticing he closed his eyes while you did.

“Thank you, as well.  Tonight was an unexpected delight.  Would it be alright if I asked to see you again?”

You smiled and sighed.  “You have my number.”

Chapter 2

Ascension (pt. 1/?)

genre: mama!exo, reader x baekhyun

warnings: none yet

word count: 1.6k

prompt(s): Holders have always been shunned by the world, until an organization came about and started to kidnap their race to experiment on - your brother being included. You planned to only take him back until your plans take a complete twist when you cross paths with Baekhyun.

a/n: gotta make admin kay suffer sometimes too you know - ➵admin kiki

Ξ r e q u e s t Ξ

I shouldn’t be here. None of us should be here.

I’m not sure how all of this started; How we all got confined to this white-walled place and spending our days worrying over who would be the next to be experimented on. We’ve lived these past few days in constant fear and deprived hope, wondering if we’ll ever make it out of here alive. If we’ll ever make it out of here at all.

They treat us like rats, their methods filled with punishment and reward. If we don’t cooperate, we’re tased or beat, on rare occasions, and drugged before they roll us away on a gurney to our indefinite doom. If we’re smart and cooperate, they barely use any force in bringing us to our experimental room. I’ve learnt bending to their will and going along with their rules is less painful.

My fingers rub against the metal bracelet they gave me upon my arrival here. Subject 4, it reads. I never really thought much of the number. Am I their fourth experiment? The fourth prisoner here? I throw these thoughts away because they don’t make much sense. Jongin, the tanned boy across the hall, bears Subject 88.

The two of us had arrived the same day, or at least that’s what he’s told me. I had woken up in this white-walled room and panicked, darting towards the metal black door - the only thing in this room that actually had any color to it - and yelling through the small barred window. That’s when Jongin told me to shut my yap or else they’ll come back. Back then, I had no clue who ‘they’ were.

But now, I’m afraid of ‘they’.

␛␛␛␛

The screams are loud. So loud that I can hear them even when I press my hard pillow against my ears and crawl up into a ball. They’re so loud. I wish they would stop but if they did, that would mean one of two things. Either their session ended or they died on the hospital table. I would much rather opt for the first.

I feel bad for the poor guy, Subject 94. He’s so skinny for his height that I wouldn’t be surprised if he tipped over from the blow of a wind. He came in just this morning. I don’t know his name, though. Which is sad because if he was to die on that table, I wouldn’t be able to mourn for him properly because of the unknowing of his name.

I clench my eyes shut when another ear-splitting scream makes its way into my cell. I want to leave this place. I want to go anywhere but here. Some place where I won’t have to worry about hiding my ability and live in worry, wondering when the next person will find out my secret.

But I’m here because of that specific reason. They found out. They watched me and watched me, waiting for the perfect chance to accuse me of magic. I don’t dabble in magic, though. I was just born with this. It’s not like I wanted this power that allowed me to summon light. I didn’t ask for any of this so why am I being punished for it? Because I’m different?

Come to think of it, I recall asking Jongin what got him in here a few days ago. All I can remember is him saying something about not being able to disappear fast enough. I wonder what kind of secret ability Subject 94 has. Maybe I’ll get a chance to ask him when they release out into the courtyard for lunch later. That’s if he even survives until then, that is.

The first few days here are torture. I can say that with firsthand experience. All I can remember through the haziness of pain is a woman clad in a white dress and coat sticking a needle into my arm that was hooked up to a bag that held a bright red liquid. The burning sensation that followed the liquid was excruciating and I recall screaming out, asking why they were something like this. I’ve never done anything wrong so why was I being treated this way?

The days following that terrible event were just as bad. I would be unconscious for a good part of the day and during the times I was awake, I was whisked away to the experiment labs. I tried pretending to sleep one of those days, hoping they would be fooled and leaved.

I was wrong. So, so wrong.

They tased me twice for my offense and told me they know everything. And I believe them. They truly do know everything. When I sleep, when I’m awake, even when I need to use the restroom. They know all these things. Yet I know nothing of them.

I only know of the name of this building, W.O.M.A., which I had the misfortune of hearing when two workers walked by. I wonder if anyone actually knows I’m here. That I’m trapped in this cruel place along with other unfortunate souls who are fearing for their lives just as much as I am.

I shouldn’t be here. None of us should be here.

␛␛␛␛

The buzzing that comes from the doors when they open makes me wince. They’re loud and ear-piercing and overall annoying. It’s not like I can actually complain about them vocally, though. A punishment would come my way if I speak out of line.

The thin electric handcuffs around my wrists keep my nerves on edge, a reminder of how little freedom I now have. The person in front me shifts forward, meaning we’re moving again. I stare at the back of his head as I trudge along. Jongin manages to step on the back of my heel and I nearly fall into the boy in front of me.

“Sorry,” Jongin whispers, voice low and cautious.

I give the smallest of nods and continue to look forward. Looking back also results in punishment. The rules given to us on the day we arrive are too many to keep track of yet we are expected to know and follow them.

Rule 27: Look ahead at all times. Failure to do so will result in discipline.

I’ve only remembered the ones that would lead me to severe conditions. Although my time here hasn’t been that long, I’ve grown accustomed to how they work around here. You would too if it meant having your life dangling on a line.

The guard leading our group swipes his identification card in the courtyard’s security system and it glides open with an obnoxious beep. Outside, the sun is high and blinding, making me want to shade my eyes with my hands. But I can’t.

“Alright, you all know the rules,” the guard says. “No roughhousing or trying to use your… abilities. You know what’ll happen if you do.”

With those words, he allows us to roam free in the caged yard and takes his position by the door that was beginning to close. I cast a glance at Jongin and he motions towards the new boy, Subject 94, a few feet away from us who looks lost and unstable. I get the hint and lead us to him.

“Hi there.”

“Hello.” His greeting is firm and short. Unsurprising.

“I’m Baekhyun, this is Jongin.” I nod at Jongin who still stands behind me. “What’s your name?”

“Other than ‘Experiment 94’?” He snorts, eyes clouding with anger. “Sehun.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Can’t say the same.” I don’t blame him. The only ones who we can truly blame are the people who brought us here in the first place. If it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t be in this stupid cage.

“Would it offend you if I asked you why you’re, uh,” Jongin gives a helpless smile, “you know.”

“Why I was kidnapped?” Sehun tries. Jongin purses his lips. “I don’t know. I guess they didn’t like the fact that a kid younger than them could control the air they breathe.”

“So you…”

“I can control the wind.” He clarifies. “I can whip up a windstorm in the matter of seconds. I can even take away your last breath with the snap of my fingers. I can do anything you can imagine that involves the wind.”

“Sounds terrifying.” Jongin shudders at the very thought.

“Which is probably why I’m here.” Sehun muses. “What about you guys? What did they lock you up for?”

“To put it in short, I couldn’t teleport fast enough. Bastards caught me when I was off guard. I was literally on the toilet when they barged in.”

“Sounds like a good time to get the shit scared out of you.” Sehun’s comment earns a laugh from all of us. But our laughter soon dies down when the guard shoots us a warning look. The towering boy then looks my way. “And you?”

“I’m not sure how I would describe this but I summon beams of light?” He raises an eyebrow in question. This makes me nervous and I add in, “Well, and I can take it away.”

“That’s something.” Sehun’s eyes show the smallest hint of amusement and it makes me loosen up a little. “I do have a question. Why can’t I use my ability now?”

“It’s the stuff they put in us.” I say. “It neutralizes a part of our brain that controls our abilities. They have to give us daily doses because it can only stay in effect for so long.”

“So I’ll be getting another painful shot of that red liquid tomorrow, then?” Sehun grimaces at the thought and I sympathize with him. Mainly because of the fact he still has no idea of what he will be facing in his oncoming days. “Well I guess it could be worse. I could be dead.”

It’s a possibility.

Oneshot Prompts

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1. “Go to hell” 2. “Fuck You” 3. “Fuck me!” 4. “Fuck” 5. “I’m so happy I could kiss you” 6. "Forever?” …"Forever!” 7. "Sorry I’m late” 8. "I’m so sorry…” 9. "Why me?” 10. "Stop it!” 11. "Don’t you dare!” 12. "Truth or Dare?’ 13. "Do you trust me?” …"Always” 14. "Don’t you trust me?” 15. "What? Didn’t see that coming?” 16. "Please come home safe…” 17. "I can’t lose you, Not again…” 18. "Take it out on me…” 19. "What happened?” 20. "Have you been crying?” 21. "I always know” 22. "It’s midnight, what do you want?” 23. "Kiss me” 24. "Why?”  25. ”Son of a bitch” 26. "How are you?” 27. "Where have you been?” 28. "I swear” 29. "You don’t need to be so demanding” 30. "I need a strong drink and some pain killers” 31. "This is the end, isn’t it?” 32. "I miss you” 33. "See you at home” 34. "You, me, bed now” 35. "Care to explain?” 36. "Can we please_____”  37. "For the love of god” 38. "We can never catch a break can we?” 39. "Now, where’s the fun in that?” 40. "Do me a favour? Stand back.” 41. "Stand down” 42. "Hold me” 43. "You better hope my mom doesn’t find out” 44. "Where are we?”  45. "Did you even look at a map?” 46. "Hallelujah” 47. "Is that blood?” 48. “Do you want me to leave?” 49. "I swear it won’t happen again.” 50. "I’m not jealous.” 51. "You can’t keep doing this.” 52. "I’m going to take care of you, okay?” 53. "You can’t die. Please don’t die.” 54. "You did what?!” 55. "Were you ever going to tell me?” 56. "Don’t ask me that.” 57. "Say it!” 58. "I could kiss you right now!” 59. "Are you still awake…?” 60. "Excuse you?” 61. "This is all your fault!” 62. "I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 63. "I could kill you right now!” 64. "Just admit I’m right.” 65. "That doesn’t even make sense.” 66. "That’s irrational.” 67. "Just pretend to be my date.” 68. "Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 69. "When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” 70. "I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.” 71. "I’m not going to apologize for this. Not anymore.” 72. "That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” 73. "It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 74. "Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” 75. "You weren’t supposed to laugh!” 76. "This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 77. "I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 78. "Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 79. "Did I say that out loud?” 80. "Do you think you could have loved me?” 81. "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 82. "How long have you been standing there?” 83. "Have I ever lied to you?” 84. "Have you lost your fucking mind?” 85. "I am not losing you again!” 86. "I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 87. "When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” 88. "I made a mistake.” 89. "I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” 90. "I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” 91. "I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.” 92. "I’m not good enough for you.” 93. "I fell in love with my best friend.” 94. "I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 95. "I’m up for the challenge.” 96. "I’m yours.” 97. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” 98. "If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!” 99. "It’s okay to cry…” 100. "Talk to me.” 101. "Look at me—just breathe, okay?” 102. "Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.” 103. "Well, this is where I live.” 104. "What are you afraid of?” 105. "You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.” 106. "You deserve so much better.” 107. "You don’t have to stay.” 108. "They don’t know you the way I do.” 109. "You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 110. "You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 111. "You shouldn’t have even been there!” 112. "You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 113. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” 114. "Teach me?” 115. "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” 116. "Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” 117. "Just once.” 118. "I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 119. "It’s not what it looks like.” 120. "I got you a present.” 121. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!” 122. "See, now, what that so bad?” 123. “You’re the best part of me.” 124. "I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.” 125. "Can I hold your hand?” 126. "It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” 127. "What time is it?” 128. "Just wait a second.” 129. "Here, let me.” 130. "You’re so cute when you pout like that.” 131. "I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” 132. "This isn’t gonna end well!” 133. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?”  134. "Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!” 135. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.” 136. "Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”  137. "You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”  138. "For some reason I’m attracted to you.” 139. "I am not losing you again.” 140. "Why don’t they just kiss already?”  141. Why do you keep pushing me away?” 142. "I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”  143. I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of me.” 144. "Don’t fucking touch me!”  145. "Are you really taking his side against me?” 146. "Wait a second are you jealous?”  147. "I wish I could hate you.” 148. "Come over here and make me.” 149. "This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”  150. "You’re the only one I trust to do this.”  151. "I thought you were dead.”  152. "This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”  153. "I love you, you asshole.”  154. "You did this for me?”  155. "You can’t protect me.” 156. "You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.” 157. "I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”  158. "The way you flirt is shameful/shameless.” 159. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?” 160. "Go then, leave! See if I care!”  161. "You braided his hair?”  162. "Have you lost your damn mind?!” 163. "Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”  164. "I’m not surprised that you murdered him.” 165. Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 166. "Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?” 167. "If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”  168. "You’re hiding something from me.” 169. "You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.” 170. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”  171. "Don’t you dare to ever do that again!” 172. "Man, you are a dream come true.”  173. "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 174. "I made a mistake.” 175. "H-How long have you been standing there?”  176. "Is the skirt is supposed to be this short?” 177. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.” 178. "Please, don’t give up on me.” 179. "When are you going to realize that I don’t care?” 180. "Those things you said in there… Did you mean them?” 181. "I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” 182. "Who gave you that black eye?!” 183. "What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!” 184. "I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 185. "It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.” 186. "You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now. 187. "I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.” 188. "You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” 189. "If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.” 190. "Don’t you dare say you love me!” 191. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.” 192. "I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.” 193. "Why are you wearing my shirt? Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.” 194. "enjoying the view?” 195. "go on, just leave! that’s what everyone does anyway.” 196. "who did this to you?” 197. "that’s a bad idea.”"name a better idea, then.” 198. "quick, kiss me.” 199. "you’re such a distraction.” 200. "i’m doing this to protect you.” 201. "get the fuck back to sleep, (y/n).” 202. "we’re not dating— ugh whatever.” 203. "i can’t let anything happen to you.” 204. "i leave for just a minute and this happens!” 205. "what? i thought you two were a thing.

how would sole's romanced/non-romanced companions react to pre-war sole being an actress? (like they find a magazine with them in it, etc)

Cait: She doesn’t understand the big deal about celebrities. Pre-war people seemed to worship them. And why? Cait tells Sole that movie stars didn’t put food on anyone’s table or pay the bills. When Sole seems upset, she adds that Sole’s charisma has saved them both from a lot of trouble.

Cait (Romanced): Cait starts calling Sole “your highness” and “princess” a lot. She doesn’t understand the significance of movies and the celebrities involved, but if it made Sole happy, she’s happy. Insists Sole bring some of her roles in to their bedroom life.

Codsworth: How had he never seen a movie his mistress was in? Codsworth insists Sole tell him all about their life on the silver screen. When Sole goes off on missions, he scours their Sanctuary house for any salvageable holotapes with them on it.

Codsworth (Synth/Romanced): He almost doesn’t believe it until Sole shows him a picture of them in costume. She was wearing a tight red dress for a spy film. Codsworth is unable to hide his blush, and insists Sole is still just as beautiful as her movie star-clad past.

Curie: Curie had read plenty of books on pre-war entertainment. However, she had no idea Sole spent a lot of time in the limelight. She asks what roles Sole played so she could read up on them. As fate would have it, Sole was the leading lady in Curie’s favorite book adaption.

Curie (Romanced): “No wonder you are so graceful, madame!” Curie is enamored with Sole’s celebrity past, but mostly about the content of her movies. She listens to Sole tell behind the scenes stories for hours. When Sole says Curie reminds her of a woman she shared a romance with on-screen, Curie is thrilled. She insists Sole find the movie for them both to watch at Starlight Drive-In.

Danse: Danse remembered watching pre-war movies on a projector in the Prydwen on special nights to boost morale. He briefly wonders if he’s seen anything Sole was in. Danse is more impressed with Sole’s talent than her status in society. Whenever they have free time between missions he asks her to read to him in that soothing, Transatlantic accent she spoke in during films.

Danse (Romanced): “That explains why you’re so beautiful, then.” Danse knew Sole was extraordinarily attractive even for pre-war standards. He feels a twinge of jealousy knowing millions of movie-goers probably lusted over Sole’s more… raunchy scenes. The feeling quickly passes when Sole offers to recreate them in the bedroom.

Deacon: Immediately wants to play her roles on a stealth mission. Deacon makes Sole tell him all about her favorite character; every excruciating detail of the character study. When Desdemona asks them to go undercover at a nightclub to meet an escaped synth, Deacon emerges from HQ in a flowing gown and blonde wig. It disturbed Sole because he honestly looked just like her.

Deacon (Romanced): He’s absolutely turned on. His entire life revolves around pretending to be someone he isn’t. And Sole made their pre-war living off that? Deacon starts flirting with Sole using their own movie quotes. She has no idea where he found the old tapes, but he knows all the words to their musicals and big lines. When it sends Sole in a fit of giggles, he feels on top of the world.

Gage: Being an actress doesn’t make them a better fighter, but Sole could contain her emotions better than most. Gage supposed that was a benefit, but really the only one. Honestly, it’s pretty underwhelming how much he cares.

Gage (Romanced): “I thought all you were good for was kicking ass.” Gage pokes fun at Sole’s past profession until she tells him the plots of her favorite films. He pretends to be disinterested, but the excitement in Sole’s eyes when she talks warms his heart. When they are lying in bed before sleep, Gage rolls on his side and pokes Sole’s arm. He starts spouting off fan theories of Sole’s biggest work. He can’t even pretend not to be interested anymore.

Hancock: Sole could have told Hancock they used to be a janitor and he still would have found it to be totally badass. He asks Sole how many people they got to kill on screen. Did they play a mayor? Any famous historical figure? Sole tells him about a zombie film they were in, and quickly thinks they offended Hancock. Instead, he leans forward, limping and moaning. “Like this?” he asks. “That’s my zombie impression. A ghoul would be more like…” He pulls out his pocket knife as if he’s about to attack. “Hardcore. Like me, obviously.”

Hancock (Romanced): Hancock is adorable about expressing his appreciation towards Sole’s love for the cinema. He takes interest in the parts they played, and the plot behind the movies. Of course, he asks Sole to explain their costumes in excruciating detail. When Sole talks about a particular red dress they wore in a romance film, he absolutely combusts. Where can he find these tapes and would Sole be willing to do any *ehem* sequels.

MacCready: MacCready is rather disinterested until he finds out Sole was in the first film-adaption of a Grognak comic. After that, it’s all he talks about. He wants to know what Grognak was like in person (yes, he uses the characters’ names instead of the actors’). He nearly drags Sole home and pulls out his secret stash of comic books. Sole shows MacCready every scene they were in based on the pictures, and even speaks some of her lines. He sits excitedly on the bed and watches her act out his favorite scene. It was like Sole was talking to a five year old boy, but she figured MacCready deserved a break from reality.

MacCready (Romanced): “Guess I’ve got to start calling you my little starlet, huh?” MacCready falls head-over-heels at Sole’s pre-war photoshoot pictures. He particularly likes the one where she is gussied up for galas and charity balls. Her skin was so soft, and her thick hair was curled just like he pictured a movie star would be. He hoped if they ever had children together, they inherited Sole’s pre-war grace.

Preston: Sole never ceased to impress him. No wonder she retained an unparalleled amount of pre-war grace. Preston romanticized much of the pre-war world, so he loved hearing about the plots of her movies. When they had free time in Sanctuary, the two even set up a little play for the settlers. Sole played the part of a fearless general, and Preston was the greedy raider trying to take down the Commonwealth. Synth-Shaun thought it was absolutely hilarious.

Preston (Romanced): Preston already felt Sole was out of his league based on merit and kindness alone. Now he was dating a celebrity? It made him a little insecure, but he was also enamored by Sole’s traditional femininity in the roles she played. When Sole quoted some of his favorite lines, he immediately blushed.

Piper: She immediately wants to write an article on it. Sole never stopped getting interesting. Piper sat Sole on the other side of her desk and asked every question she could think of. What was it like as a working woman in the pre-war world? How big of a celebrity were you? Are you planning on bringing cinema back to the Commonwealth? The article is a huge hit among the Diamond City snobs.

Piper (Romanced): “Can I… keep these pictures? For the paper, of course!” Yeah, Piper wasn’t fooling anyone. She thinks Sole’s talent with words is definitely hot. Sole teaches Piper her most famous monologues which the girls reenact over a bottle of wine in the office. It’s a giggling, adorable mess.

Nick: Nick Valentine the human was more of a book man, but Jenny adored the movies so he took her to most of them. Nick Valentine the synth was obviously the same way. He rather read in solace and quietly gather inspiration, but wasn’t opposed to the cinema. Sole starred in a spy film, so Nick mostly asks her questions about that experience.

Nick (Romanced): “High society-type, eh? You still want to run around with the lowly likes of me?” Nick was only kidding with Sole. He found their passion for theater to be inspiring. It was important to care about something. Sole cared about entertaining and standing up for people. Nick cared about justice and Sole. It worked out nicely for them both.

Strong: “Human read stories like Mac-beth and milk of human kindness?” Sole just agreed so they didn’t have to explain themselves. Their answer satisfied Strong, who only admired them more.

X6-88: Acting was only another talent in a laundry list of shit Sole excelled in. He knew the charisma would come in handy when running the Institute. Overall, X6 was impressed. He didn’t ask her many questions about the experience, but when Sole offered him some tapes with her movies on them, he watched them in private.

X6-88 (Romanced): X6 insisted Sole watch her movies with him whenever they had free time. He wanted to know everything about his partner; even the parts he didn’t really understand. X6 thought there were better ways pre-war people could entertain themselves, like watching sports or sparring themselves. But when he sees how graceful Sole is on screen… Well, they barely made it through the first film before he was all over her.

Day 2

I woke up this morning feeling sad but I couldn’t cry. I wish I could, I just feel empty. My chest is heavy and my throat is tight and closed. I feel like I’m choking on sobs that just won’t come out.

I was doing yoga and thoughts of you kept popping up. I don’t know how or why. They didn’t even relate to anything really. I saw myself walking to the Sugarhouse park for lunch. I saw the little museum where we stopped during our 3-day weekend and where we picked up maps. The rest, I don’t really remember. They are just fleeting visions of the past and I can’t barely hold on to them.

Then you sent me a snapchat. I heard the ding and was convinced it was Scotty. I was expecting a picture of his new-built shelves. I was thinking about how I could respond in a friendly way without engaging in a conversation or getting him confused. But it turned out to be you and seeing your name just made me cry. It felt good to cry. I just can’t understand why you would reach out like this. Are you trying to tell me that you miss me or are you trying to act like nothing happened? It hurt to see you reaching out because I’m trying to stay away and you’re not helping. But I’m not strong enough yet to push you away. And that picture, it confused me. Clean-shaved face for the first time in seven years. Why? Why would you need to shave? Is it like a new haircut, a way to feel different? I couldn’t help but noticing that you had missed a spot on your right cheek. I also noticed your eyes and your smile. The smile was too big to be real and your eyes looked more in pain than happy. Or maybe I just saw what I wanted to see. I didn’t respond. What could I have sent you anyway? At the time, I felt and looked like shit. I could have sent you a picture of me crying, asking why you keep torturing me. But I didn’t want to engage. And I didn’t want to push you away.

I had my second lecture today and I wore my glasses in hopes of hiding the bags under my eyes. I don’t know if I did a good job. It felt weird, uncomfortable.

During the class, I could also feel my heart beating fast so I tried to measure it. I counted 88 beats per minute but I might have miscounted a little. The average for a woman my age is between 66 and 69. I was definitely over.

How are you doing ok? How isn’t your heart broken in millions of pieces like mine? How is this fair? Were you so unhappy that now you are finally relieved? Are you relieved? Did this make your life easier? Why did I go on your Instagram to see what you had liked? Why would I hurt myself like this? Because all I see is that life continues and when I feel like I’m stuck, it is just overwhelming. It almost makes me want to reach out, just to check that you are miserable too. But I can’t. I shouldn’t.

I wish you would listen to Dodie’s songs and to the Head to Heart podcasts. I think they would help.

This episode 3 is on trauma. They say that traumas are wounds left inside our hearts that keep us from leaving in wholeness. When you have an unhealed wound from your past, you tend to react like you would have then. Isn’t that what you experienced when these strangers insulted you? Or when Rachel threatens to abandon you and turn your friends against you? It is not your adult self making the decision then, but the twelve year-old boy who was bullied and just wanted for the world to love him. They divide it in two. Trauma A is when you didn’t get what you needed. In Your case, I’m thinking protection. From the bullies. For me, I’m thinking peace. In my home, I mean. It was always so tense and on the edge. I wish we could have had some quiet and safe times. They say that we should ask ourselves what’s the theme of our pain? What do we keep attracting? What do we use to numb the pain? Are you attracting rejection? Am  I attracting abuse? Facing it requires accepting the conflict and the hurt, facing it. Trauma B relates to the things that shouldn’t have happened to you that did. For you, it for sure is the bullying. For me, I’m not really sure. I don’t know that I have experienced anything of the sort. They say that fixing the trauma is on us, not on the perpetrators. They say that we use coping mechanisms to survive the pain and that dividing and partitioning life into pain and function helps in the short term but that the coping mechanisms are only temporary and don’t heal the wounds. When not addressed, the trauma builds up a belief system that attracts more of the same trauma. The trauma that meant to be destructive, if not healed, comes out as destructive. 

In the podcast, they talk about finding the pain pattern to understand what creates it and avoid repeating it. I thought about it a lot. For me the pattern is always the same. I get into a relationship, romantic or not, and get invested 100%. The person becomes my world and I give them everything I have. I plan my life around them and make myself completely available for them. Maybe I’m afraid they’re going to stop loving me. I anticipate their every move and do everything I can to please them. As a result, they push and push, and I give and give, until I’m about to break. It’s then only a question of opportunity. I don’t walk away first but when a moment comes that allows me not to come back, then I don’t. I end up hurt and feeling betrayed while the other person is left wondering what happened between us. What created this pattern? I’m not really sure. I guess part of it comes from my dad, and how afraid I was of him. Always walking on eggshells always worried he would get mad at me. I think it has lead me to anticipate people’s needs and to prioritize them before mine. If they’re happy, then everything will be ok. But it’s not true, because many of the things I end up doing, accepting, compromising, make me truly unhappy and I carry this unhappiness and bitterness with me until the moment comes when I can leave them and run away from the pain. Part of it probably also comes from being so close with my mom, so fusional in our relationship. She has been there for me at all times and has been my closest friend my whole life. I share with her everything. I don’t believe I have any secret for her. But this probably means that I approach my meaningful relationship like I have experienced my life with my mother. While your mother loves you unconditionally though, most people don’t. They tend to feel overwhelmed by the attention, the care, and the expectations.

You sent me another snap this afternoon, and I think it was a continuation of the first one since you were wearing a gas mask. I guess you needed to shave for it to be useful. Receiving it made me pretty upset. I was trying to be ok, I was holding on. It was weird, I couldn’t cry, but I could feel the pain inside. I guess your snap brought up the anger, the frustration, and the pain and allowed me to cry; for that it was good. I almost messaged you asking why you were not leaving me alone to heal but I couldn’t. For the first time however, you were online at the same time as I was. You came to the meeting place. So I said hi. I wanted to see what you wanted to say, why you were reaching out so much. I didn’t know if it meant you were ok and acting like nothing happened or if it was the complete opposite and you were trying to get back into my life, even just a little bit. Your response upset me some more. You said that this shaving was a big thing for you and that you wanted to share it with me one last time, although you knew you shouldn’t. What a lie. Why are you lying to me and to yourself? This is not a good reason to come break my heart again, just like me not hiking is not a good reason to break up with me. The truth is that you wanted to be in touch with me, you are afraid of losing me and you wish you could casually keep me into your life. I could let you do it, I kind of want to. It would make the next few weeks a lot easier. But I also know that it would make the next few months and maybe even years sheer torture. I don’t want to be another Rachel, Aimee, or Nicky. I’m not going to let you do this to me. I really hope that someday we can be part of each other’s life again but I will need to heal fully before I can do that. And I will try very hard to keep you out of my life until this happens. God, this makes me really sad. I don’t know that I can imagine a day when I’ll see you and hug you without regretting what we could have been. I know the whole reason I’m doing this is to make sure I never have any regrets about us, though. I just struggle to see how that’s possible right now. I was honest with you, I told you that you were hurting me and that you needed to stay away. I’m proud that I did. Last time, I wasn’t able to. I guess I have gained some autonomy, I am not as dependent as I thought I was. I reminded you that this was your decision, not mine. I guess this was my way of giving you the opportunity to change your mind, apologize, and come back to me. You didn’t take it. Probably because you didn’t want to, because you knew you had made the right decision and in pushing you away, I wasn’t allowing you to backtrack just enough for things to remain confusing. I think you know I was right. I still really wished you had told me you had made a mistake. I guess it’s too early to tell really. I asked that you dive into your pain and sorrow to allow yourself to heal. I don’t know that you’re gonna do it. I so wish I could push you and force you to do it because I know, I know deep down, that you want it and that it would help but you are just too stubborn, proud, and ashamed. To take on the process of healing, one needs to realize that they deserve to feel better and I don’t know that you do. And I can’t force that. I have already done my best to equip you with the tools you need and to open your eyes to the reality, there is no more I can do.

The last things I have are resources. I could send them to you but it would mean breaking my rules and reaching out. I don’t want to do that. Reaching out is reserved to the day I won’t be able to bear it anymore. Maybe I’ll use your visit to give it all to you, one last time, before we don’t see each other again. I have been thinking about sending them to Scotty or Ben, asking them to check with you and help you since I would no longer be able to but I’m worried it’s gonna come out as creepy and stalkerish. I guess I’m setting a rule for myself right now: no sending of the resources until I have seen where I am when you visit. If I see you and feel good, I’ll share them directly. If I don’t, I’ll send them to your friends. But maybe I will have caved before then and talked to you. Then we’ll see where the conversation leads.

I was watching this silly makeover video and they gave the guy jean shorts. It made me cry. A minute later, someone was wearing white RayBan sunglasses and I cried some more. It felt dumb.

I watched the last Avengers movie. Spoiler alert! Everybody dies. It felt a little overwhelming at first and then, just very plain. There was no time to mourn anybody and by the time the movie had ended, I knew there was going to be another one after that and a bunch of other MCU movies, so no one is for sure dead. It was good, just a little busy.

I cut my huge zucchinis in so many pieces that I gave myself a blister with the knife. Aren’t I the best of cooks?

Tomorrow I’m waking up early to go meet with some women farmers in hopes to involve them in my research. Fingers crossed!

I would legit love to hear you answers to every single question. I don't know if you feel like actually doing them all, but if you did... I'm JUST SAYING I'D READ THE ANSWERS, ok.

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?Yeaaaah but my romantic prospects are pretty bleak tbh, I graduate and move away in a few months

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?No, not really. But I’m not mad about it anymore.

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”CUTE BABY CLOSE BY !!!!!!!!!

4: What’s something you really want right now?to cry, i’m having the big sads

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?always

6: Do you like the beach?i love the beach!!!!!!!!! i grew up in a seaside town, the beach feels like the best parts of home

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?yes ?? it was cramped and uncomfortable 

8: What’s the background on your cell?the photo of me, san, kahl, chez, frau, bagel and spags in the louvre

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?mine(right now), Thea’s, Lizzie’s, .. Keir’s?

10: Do you like your phone?yeah but i’d like it more if the screen wasn’t so cracked

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?lol no, it’s definitely not

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?i genuinely don’t remember !

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?rottweiler, i love dogs that look a little mean but have big hearts

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?pffffft, that’s hard to answer but i’d say generally emotional, most of the time it’s harder to get rid of emotional pain

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?both ?! i want to support the breeding of endangered animals that happens in zoos and see the cute animals but also i love a good rembrandt ?!

16: Are you tired?exhausted

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?since i was born

18: Are they a relative?my mother!

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?not a fucking chance

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?a few hours ago, i think

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?i don’t believe there’s a way to know nor do i think love works that way

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?hell yeah i would

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?none!

24: Is there a certain quote you live by?“if you make bad choices, own them” - my dad 

25: What’s on your mind?god, everything, idk im having a high key anxiety day

26: Do you have any tattoos?one pretty big one on my thigh

27: What is your favorite color?black !!!!!!!!!!

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?maybe tomorrow, we’ll see how it goes

29: Who are you texting?uhhh, no one? everyone is asleep

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?yes

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?all the time, my gut rarely lies

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?yes, his name is keir and he’s one of my best friends

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?i mean i’m dating someone so i fucking hope so

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?no ? i dont think ? i’ve had people say they’re big or the colour is interesting but idk

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?i’d cheer her on

36: Were you single on Valentines Day?yes

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?yes!

38: What do your friends call you?rae ?

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?yes

40: Have you ever cried over a text?pffft, yah

41: Where’s your last bruise located?my knee

42: What is it from?i fell over my own computer chair

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?today

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?my mum, i think

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?not right now, most i just wear my plain black docs

46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?no, i just tie is back

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?no, i really dont like my ears, idk why

48: Do you make supper for your family?yeah, my mum and step dad can’t cook

49: Does your bedroom have a door?ofc it does? what kind of bedroom doesn’t have a door? get these pretentious loft bedrooms out of my face

50: Top 3 web-pages?tumblr, ao3, youtube

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?plenty!

52: Does anything on your body hurt?period pains are all the rage today

53: Are goodbyes hard for you?yeah but i don’t tend to cry until they’ve already left so i look like i take them just fine

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?water......... this morning

55: How is your hair?fine? a bit damaged from the cold weather

56: What do you usually do first in the morning?wish i was still asleep

57: Do you think two people can last forever?yes

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?i dont fucking know

59: Green or purple grapes?GREEN or get out of my face

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?tomorrow~

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?yes

62: When will be the next time you text someone?tomorrow!

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?probably in bed still, but asleep

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.sleeping

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?no, i was getting over the end of a four year relationship

66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?no

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?no

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?this sucks

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?many times

70: How many windows are open on your computer?ten! and they’re mostly your fics corey, go figure

71: How many fingers do you have?ten

72: What is your ringtone?i dont know, my phone is always on silent

73: How old will you be in 5 months?22 ~

74: Where is your Mum right now?sleeping in bed probably, idfk, she lives hours away

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?we grew up and grew apart but we were still okay until i had about four-six months of depression where i had to stop myself from doing something stupid daily and he didn’t notice despite us living together and sharing a bedroom (and those times i told him and he shrugged)

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?yes

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?yes! i still love them very much

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?annabelle

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?yes, there’s some grad students in the psych department called mike, they all look kinda the same too

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?yeah, i miss being able to do that regularly

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?more than i can count, my polyamorous ass has a crush on about seven people currently

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?no

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?i’m talking to one of them

84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?i’d literally never do this

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?depends which drugs and how often, no one cares about a joint every few months

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?i spilled my popcorn and managed to hide that i had spilled it from my date pahaha

87: Who was your last received call from?my mum, wow it sounds like i talk to my mum a lot more than i do

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?yes, i hate bugs, give me the money

89: What is something you wish you had more of?time, energy, patience, money

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?no, i’m not someone who trusts easily

91: Do you sleep with your window open?only in the summer

92: Do you get along with girls?yes, anyone that doesn’t get on with someone because of their gender is an asshole

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?nope

94: Does sex mean love?hell no, it can be an expression of it but no

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?yeah she wold be freaking the fuck out because she’s locked in a room!

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?no, actually, i haven’t

97: Did you sleep alone this week?yes

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?yes ? 

99: Do you believe in love at first sight?no, not at all

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?one of my besties, holly

Star What?

Summary: You and Peter soon become friends after you help him out a bit in English. (part 1 of an unfinished series) 

Masterlist

Part Two  Part Three

Word Count: 2332

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

A/N: Hey! So this is my first time ever writing Peter Parker and my first time publishing a part of a fic so I hope you all like it! (I hope it’s at least somewhat decent) I don’t know where this story is going but I’m just kinda writing with the flow. 

It was that time again. That dreadful, highly anticipated time again when the leaves started to change, routines began to fall in place and the streets and sidewalks that paralleled them grew thicker with rushed people. It wasn’t the weather that brought a downer, it was what was already beginning again. Halfway through September marked the second week of school for Peter Parker, a sophomore at Midtown High in Queens. He wasn’t the most popular teen, being in the robotics club and on the academic decathlon team, and Flash Thompson, the school bully, tried to pick on him as much as possible.

Aunt May opened the door to Peter’s room to find him still nestled under the blankets, a bare foot sticking out with a ray of sunshine pooling over his back. “You can’t solve your problems by hiding in bed all day.” She chided, dropping off a basket of laundry next to his cluttered desk, homework and notes from the day before scattered on top. She’d come in five minutes earlier to see if he was awake; he wasn’t. “Come on, you. School” Aunt May shook his shoulder, placing her hands on her narrow hips afterwards.

“Mmpfh,” was Peter’s response, turning away from her.

“Na-uh. Not today! Get up lazy bug. You have school and to school you are going!!” She stated. She waited a moment before adding, “I’ll let you pick dinner tonight.” She bribed in a sing-song voice.

He rubbed sleep out of his eyes, adjusting to the light, and stretched his arms upwards. “Thai?” He asked.

“If you get up right now, then yes, we can have Thai for dinner.” May responded, walking out of his room.

“From the place on 54th?” He half-yelled, sitting up, confirming his request before he made any drastic movement towards starting the day.

“You got it!” Peter started to untangle himself from the blankets nearly tripping over the basket of laundry.

-

The chime of a bell signaled the beginning of his day as Peter weaved through the hall of students to get to his English class. English wasn’t really his thing, but Peter did alright, managing a high B at the moment. He’d already missed a few points off an annotation assignment which brought him down to an 88. Peter sat towards the back of the classroom, trying to stay inside his own bubble and avoid social interaction: another subject he wasn’t too particularly fond of. He didn’t have that many friends, maybe two or three. Ned, being his closest. Sure Peter was friendly when you got to know him, but only a select few had chosen to do that. With Peter being as quiet as he was, most just left him to his thoughts, or as of right now, left him to stare out the window to his left.

The window framed one of the many bodegas of Queens: Miller’s Subs. A few weeks prior to the date, Spider-man, had stopped a poorly planned robbery. It wasn’t that hard, but it was an attempted robbery nonetheless. Two teens in masks tried to pass water guns as real ones. To their surprise, black spray paint was pretty obvious, but to the customers and store owner, the threat seemed real for a minute or two. They weren’t so worried about detail when lives could potentially be at stake. They just wanted to get out of trouble’s way.

“Woah? Was there a pool party? How come I wasn’t invited?” Spider-man had quipped, swinging in and knocking over one of the robbers and falsely admired the squirt gun, picking it up and spraying the teen in the face. “Shoot, I forgot to bring my swim trunks, mind if I borrow yours?” That earned him an angry groan from the tousled robber.

One of the masked teenagers tried to run towards the entrance to escape. Spider-man was much too quick though, webbing his ankle, causing him to trip and fall onto the tiled surface. “Hey, no running! You might slip!”

Peter smiled, reliving his heroic moment. If only he could be that confident without the mask.

“Mr. Parker? May I remind you that summer is over?” Mr. Scott lightly scolded. He was a small and stout man, donning some square glasses.

Hearing his name, Peter snapped his head towards the front of the class and tried to look somewhat engaged. “S-sorry, sir.” He apologized, flipping quickly through his textbook to find the right page.

“23.” You whispered from the desk just to his right. Peter, head down, gave a quick glance and embarrassed smile. “Thanks, uh..”

“Y/n.” You replied, tapping your pencil over a photocopied painting of Shakespeare from the textbook. You internally rolled your eyes. What was with every English teacher fawning over this guy? “Don’t worry about it.” You smiled. “I wasn’t really into the lesson either.”

Peter sighed in relief at your comment. “Glad I’m not the only one. I’m more into science really.”

“Don’t we have Chem together? 6th right?” You asked, jotting down what Mr. Scott was messily scrawling on the board. Wow for an English teacher, shouldn’t he have better handwriting? You let out a quiet breathy laugh.

He paused for a moment, mentally going over his schedule. “Y-yeah I think so. Wh-what’s so funny?” Peter asked nervously. Hopefully he didn’t say anything wrong?

Finishing copying down the quote, you registered what he’d asked, “Hm?” Your eyes slowly pulling away from your notebook. “Oh-I was just noticing how bad his handwriting is. I mean, he teaches English right?”

Peter glanced at the whiteboard, smiling, “Look there at the ‘afraid’. ” You prompted with your pencil towards the quote. The “r” was so slanted it looked like an “n” and the whole word drooped downwards. The both of you giggled as silently as you could, trying to keep up with what Mr. Eberle was taking an eternity to write.

“Man, he should teach History instead with how slow he’s going.” Peter mocked. Both of you giggled again at that, continuing to jot down the lecture.

—

Soon enough it was time for Chem: the sixth class of the day. Plopping down in your seat, you still had an earbud in. Blocking out hallway noises and nonsense with music was an essential way to get through the day. Spinning around on the high swivel chair to the beat, you repeated the action you had already done five times prior to 6th period: taken out your supplies, placed them on the table, and waited the time out until the end of the class.

Mr. Marlow casually strolled into the class and started the lesson with the daily warm up.

“Hey,” said a familiar voice, “can I-can I um, sit with you?” It was Peter.

You took out an earbud and noticed his presence, “Oh hey!” You greeted him again. “What did you just say? Sorry, I had my music playing.”

For some reason this made Peter flustered and red in the face. “I um, I asked, sit with, c-can I sit with um y-you?” He played with the hem of his blue sweater, tracing the stitch pattern and avoiding eye contact.

Letting out a light laugh, you patted the table top next to your left. The smooth, thick, black tables were meant to have two students each. “Sure! That’d be great. I think Marlow is giving us our first partner project today too. Michelle told me. She has Chem 3rd.”  

His cheeky face brightened up as he set his notebook on the desk, taking a seat next to you. “You know Michelle?”

“Yeah! She’s super nice. I’ve known her since middle school. She’s really quiet but as soon as you get to know her she cracks open.” Putting your hand up to the side of your mouth you added in a half-whisper, “I also have detention with her. Except she doesn’t have detention..like ever…she just goes there to draw and keep me company sometimes. You know her too?”

“Mmhm she sits with Ned and I at lunch”

Glimpsing to your left, you saw the cover of his spiral notebook. “Star Wars?” You observed.

“Star what?” He said, confused. Peter looked down at the cover of his notebook: the Star Wars logo. His cheeks flashed pink. “Oh! Yeah it’s my favorite series ever!” He was so enthusiastic at your simple comments that a few heads turned to see what the excitement was about.

Just then, one of your classmates came around and passed two papers out to each student: a rubric and the project rules with some questions to answer. “Thanks.” You smiled up at him.

“So, do you like Star Wars?” He fidgeted nervously with the metal spiral as Mr. Marlow started to explain the experiment.

Taking in a timid breath you said, “I’ve…well.”

Peter’s brows furrowed together as he scanned your face for an answer, his pencil eraser resting on his bottom lip, squishing it a bit. “You’ve what?” He pressed. Just now noticing the papers, he took both and skimmed them over, peeking back up at you for a response.

“Um, I’ve never seen it.” A short exhale followed with a nervous laugh. Ugh seriously, (Y/n), why would you compliment his notebook when you’ve never seen Star Wars?!

Shock took ahold of his soft face, his eyebrows raised “What?” He said flatly in a neutral voice, causing a few heads to turn.

“Yeah. I really want to though! Don’t get me wrong, I think it looks so cool! I just..I dont know. Never had the time I guess.”

“Okay, well that obviously has to change. How have you never? It’s seriously the best series to ever exist in the history of the universe. You’ve never? Wow, okay, I’m determined to make you watch it.” He rambled on.

“Woah woah! Don’t kidnap me Parker. I’ll find a way to watch it.” You snipped back and circled a few directions on the lab paper, grinning up at him. Your peers had started to make their way towards the materials cabinet, grabbing the required equipment along with a few chemical mixtures. “Oh! We better start.”

Laughing he replied, “Okay, but there is no getting out of watching it now. Partners?” He settled, skimming the list over, making a mental note of what to get.

“Sure, but don’t blame me when you mysteriously get whatever this is in your eyes.” you smirked, pointing at one of the materials with a toxic warning symbol.

Peter rolled his eyes dramatically and hopped off his seat to grab pipettes filled with different chemicals, two pairs of safety goggles, and a plastic sheet cover as you read the directions. He laid them all out on the table. The purpose of the lab was to combine different chemicals and note the reactions if there were any.

“Seems fairly simple.” You commented as you equipped the safety goggles and tied your hair up into a messy bun. Damn lab rules. “We’re supposed to put two drops of…” As you read the name of the chemical compound you swore your brain shut off. Okay what the actual fuck is this. “Um? 4HC2H3O2 + 5 NaOCl? Is that right?” You questioned, needing confirmation from Peter who was flipping through his notebook.

“Yeah yeah. That’s it. Just ignore the names for now; they can be a bit confusing. We just need to focus on what happens when we combine them.” Peter set his notebook aside and rummaged through the pile, finding both solutions. He handed you one. “Alright, so you have the first chemical so that needs to go down first.” He motioned you to start dropping the liquid on the plastic and you did so, making sure to carefully squeeze to not let too much out……success!

“Whew, okay I thought for a second there I was gonna mess it up.” You chuckled.

“You’re fine.” He emphasized, flashing you his teeth. Peter shoved up the sleeves of his blue knit sweater and concentrated on dropping the second chemical onto the drops you had placed just seconds before. Almost immediately after the two were combined, the silvery solution transformed to a darkened brownish red.

Admiring the chemical change, both of you wrote down your observations in the packet.

After about 15 minutes, the two of you had successfully completed the rest of the required solutions. Some had no change while others formed bubbles, one reaction turned a cloudy purple color, and another you had to expose to direct sunlight which turned it a dark brown. Overall, it was a pretty lucrative lab considering it was your first time taking Chem and Peter naturally excelled at the subject.

“Okay, so has everyone put away all the chemicals?” Mr. Marlow scanned the room for loose containers or pipettes. “Yes? Alright, good job on your first lab everyone! If you haven’t already, have one partner turn in their question sheet with both of your names on it. If your group didn’t finish on time, that’s fine. Just give it to me before the bell tomorrow. Also! Before you go, please please make sure you’ve wiped down the tables.”

“Shoot we forgot the questions.” You mentally kicked yourself, looking over the questions sheet that stared blankly back at you.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. Do you wanna come over after school and we could finish them? M-maybe? I-I don’t wanna pressure you or-or anything. I could always just do them on my own.” Peter blurted, messing with his sandy hair.

“Nonsense! We’ll finish it together. That wouldn’t be fair to have you do all the work. Here.” You gave him your phone so he could put his number in. “What time should I come over and where do you live?”

“Um, well I have this internship after school so I’m pretty busy for a bit but how about around 5? Would that work?” He gathered his supplies and shoved them in his backpack. You mirrored his actions. “I’ll text you my address.”

“Yeah, I think so. Okay, well cool! See you soon, Parker.”

A/N: So, yep! That’s the first part! Hopefully Ill figure out some plot for the next part. I really shouldn’t be blindly writing but I was in the zone haha. Hope you guys like it! ((also idk if the chemical combination or equation/reaction was correct at all I just googled some stuff because I needed at least something chemistry related)) 

Part Two  Part Three

Masterlist 

for the ask meme? all of them u thot

For ur and Cris' demand1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?Yes!!!!! 2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?UhHHHHHH it is 3 years older than me but hhhhhhh probably not3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?Bicth ten mins ago4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?ALWAYS5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?If there are they can go fuck themselves right in the butthole6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?CHOKE-I dont know how but they found me - mr seen aka my eX hHHhH7. What exactly are you wearing right now?a cute ass blouse thingy some tights and christmas deer antlers on top of a Santa hat8. How often do you listen to music?every chance i get9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?jeans i guess10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013?i dont even remember 201311. Are you a social or an antisocial person?both damn12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?On the cheek yes13. What about ‘R’?platonically yes14. Can you drive a stick shift?i can climb sticks???? does that count??? 15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?they 100% do and i dont really care bc everyone talks shit about everyone 16. Are you going out of town soon?i dont know how to reply to this because i live in two towns17. When was the last time you cried?Wednesday i think,, i wish i could cry more often 18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?i try to say it as much as i can bc i have a lot of love in my heart19. If you could change your eye color, would you?maybe a lighter blue bc gray blue isn't that pretty20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?not counting evan,,, uhh Boys ARE A BLESSING TO THIS WORLD FUXK YEAH21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.am planning to tell mh parents abt my depression but hHHHHH22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?if it has boy in it iT CUTE23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?NopE cris is like,,,, my best friend wtf24. What are you sitting on right now?b e d i t s o f t25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?FRIENS. LOVE THEM. 26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?ALL THW TIME B I TCH27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?my roommates 28. Do you get a lot of colds?nop, but when i do its fuxked up29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?Switzerland 30. Does anyone hate you?yepity depity do and i hope they burn in hell fucking pieces of shits31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?it will be a cold day in hell when i drink my dudes32. Do you like watching scary movies?BITCH I L OV E MAKING FUN OF MOVIESSO SEEING SHITTY SCARY MOVIES IS A FUCKING BLESSING 33. Do you want your tongue pierced?Nah how tf am i gonna eat spicy shit then???? ¿¿¿¿34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?2015????or 2016??? i think that was the worst my depression ever was35. Did you have a dream last night?i think????? 36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?right now37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?hope not???? but then again???? kinda hope i do????? probably not doe38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?yes i know at least 2 boys and i feel so sorry for them39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?probs40. Did you have a good day yesterday?mmmeh41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?oh shit i have no Fucking idea 42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?y e s43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?i think???? cris must've told me at least one time and evan too so Uhhhh i guess???? ¿¿¿¿44. What’s the best part about school?i get to have unnecessary crushes45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?ppppplenty46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?yeah but he called me a slut and a whore 47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?god fucking hell all the time 48. Were you single over the last summer?yep49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?nope thank the whatever the fuck is out there 50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?sleeping i guess51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?evan is a precious cinnamon roll fuck off 52. Are you nice to everyone?YES YES YES YES ALWAYS as i saidk i l l t h e m w i t h k i n d n e s s53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?h hh hhh fuCking tAke a wIld Gue Ss m854. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?bitch when i cheat will be the day i cut my throat 55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?bad feelings? yescrushes? n0Pe56. Do you think you like someone?i think but i hope not57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?nop i do not Think so my dude 58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?why THE FUCK would that matter59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?current ones?? i dont think so??? 60. Do you hate anyone?nah i just,,,, strongly dislike themexcept the fucking bitches i called friends i hopr they die in a fire 61. How’s your heart?idk i guess ok??? im always okay62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?not really pffft63. Have you ever cried over a guy?yes all the time,, boys r beautiful 64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?hmmmmmmmmm idk i can think of a few people but i hope not 65. Are your toenails painted pink?I W I S H66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?bih i wish i could have my first kiss67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?if boyfriend cries i cry thats bad 68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?poor poor souls that actually had this happen to them69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?my sister!!! 70. How do you look right now?bored Even doe im honestly just relaxed 71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?i do that with everyone bc if u don't like me u don't have tk be around me 72. Can you commit to one person?yes ofc!!!??? 73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?even bby ilu74. Have you ever felt replaced?i think?? yes probs75. Did you wake up cranky?nop76. Are you a jealous person?hhhhHA YOU DONT EVEN K N O W77. Are relationships ever worth it?Theyre fun but the end of them makes me wanna die78. Anyone you’re giving up on?crushes and teachers 79. Currently wanting to see anyone?3 more years bih u better wait for meand u too eben b safe u dork80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?sssstudy h81. Last person you cried in front of?mom82. Is there someone you will never forget?yyyES83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?nope he doesn't really care about me anymore (although i dont think he ever did) 84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?BICTH ID BE KISSING THAY THOT ALL OVER HER FACE AND WATCHING SAW AND VORING PIZZAEVEN DUDE HHHHELTS WATCH SAW 3 AND LAUGH AT THAT DUDE BREAKING HIS LEG AND THWN I CAN HUG YOU TILL I DIE FROM DEHYDRATION 85. Are you over your past?i ggggUess??? 86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?i have no idea 87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? @lady-misfortune @space-ace-sneevee @thelilshadowchild88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?what has been has been but i guess idk yet bc ive had like 1 bf for now 89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?never kissed 90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?i guess???????? 91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?i sure as hell have no idea92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?Michael Jackson and I are best buddies bItch93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?noPe94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?i was in a relationship with my laptop and i didnt leave him from 7pm to 6am 95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?he a dicky 96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?bicth fucjing prettiest people youll find97. Who do you have texts from?crissy gorl that im too lazy to reply to98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?happened to me and i said "glad u told me earlier i dont want u being with me if u r uncomfy" it did hurt like a fucking bitch doe99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?bitch never kissed 100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?me, myself and i101. Ever kissed under fireworks?NEVER KISSED FFS102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?IN a jar nicely packed and handed to me? no but stomach butterflies so bad i wanted to throw up? yes