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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Under The Floorboards pt. IIII

(Technoblade X Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V

Whipping the sweat off your brow you placed the honey jars you collected on the ground, Phil really built this farm efficiently. However, that didn’t stop you needing to collect honey pots here and there, now that the vault was complete you could actually use the honey for normal things. Technoblade would never admit it but he loved when you put honey in his tea, contrary to popular belief he wasn’t a fan of plain black tea or coffee. You rolled up your sleeves and adjusted the sunhat that sat lazily on your head against your better judgment you had left your armor inside. The only thing on your person was a netherite ax Techno had enchanted for you, it was an effective weapon but without your armor, you were a bit of a sitting duck. As the bees buzzed and bumped lazily into each other, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. They were just so silly. You picked up the crate of jars and turned around, your eyes narrowed as you saw some movement by the trees, it was still too early for Tommy and Technoblade to be back...so just who was snooping around the property. You felt very naked in your sun hat and overalls, especially if it was Dream himself that you were about to encounter. Your worry only increased as you noticed four men all in netherite armor walking towards the house, their swords were drawn. You had a feeling that these were the men who took Technoblade the day prior. They were like a little gang all dressed the same way, bloody aprons and all they really had the executioner vibes down.

“Hello, gentlemen.” You smiled giving them a wave while you adjusted the box of honey, “beautiful day isn’t it?”

The first to answer was a man who had a scar from the tip of his eyebrow down to the bottom of his lip. He sent you a smile and you noticed a tooth missing from the upper row, a navy blue beanie held his dark hair in place.

“Very beautiful, it’s always a good day when the sun is shining.” He mused the sun in question reflected beautifully across all their netherite armor. The one thing you decided to leave inside, you weren’t intimidated nope not at all. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

“(Y/N).” You responded with a hum, “Is there something that I can help you all with today?” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed two of the men moved to surround you, they thought they were slick. The only one who didn’t move was the tallest of the children there, he looked to be half Enderman. He also looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now poor thing. Drawing your gaze back to the other three men, you noticed one was Tommy’s age and had small horns atop his head, along with goat-like ears. A burn scar also took up half of his face. It made you frown distastefully, what was with these kids getting traumatized? First Tommy and now the half enderman and the goat kid, you couldn’t adopt all of them, well you could but it’d be a lot of work. The other looked to be part fox after all the big orange ears and the fluffy tail was dead give away, wait didn’t Ghostbur say his son was a fox. “Are you Fundy?” You asked, suddenly tilting your head to the side.

“How do you know my name?” Fundy’s face flushed a little and he shuffled on his feet, his hand twitching to grab the sword that was at his side.

“I talked to your father earlier today. I’m assuming that’s how you found me?” You took the hat off your head and rested it on Carl’s stable. The fox gave a reluctant nod of confirmation you licked your lips and put your hands behind your back. “So? Do you have a problem with Technoblade or just me specifically?”

“Wow, she’s not even a little bit ashamed.” Quackity mused and you frowned, “We’re here because your boyfriend blew up our country. He also disgraced our President right Tubbo? Don’t know if you’re aware of that or not but he escaped his punishment. So we intend to make him repent.” He walked towards you and you took a step away from him.

“That’s far enough thank you.” You held up your hand in hopes it would stop his trek towards you, Quackity did pause for a moment. He let out a chuckle and smiled. He thought your tough attitude was cute, but he was clearly mocking you.

Jackass.

“Quackity maybe we should leave her be...she didn’t do anything.” The young goat kid murmured his ears flicking as he looked up at you.

“Quiet Tubbo. Let the adults speak,” Quackity snapped at him before clearing his throat and looking back at you. “Listen (Y/N) was it? We’re going to have to ask that you come with us. If you don’t we’ll have to take you by force.”

“Wait, couldn't Technoblade have trained her?” The half enderman spoke holding up his finger in the air but no one seemed to pay him any attention.

“I guess force it is. Although the fight is a little unfair.” You took out your ax and twirled it in your hand, “Something tells me you don’t exactly like fair fights.” Fundy took a hesitant step backward not really wanting to lose a life for this of all things, but he pulled out his sword just in case. Clicking your tongue in distaste you sent a bloodthirsty smile their way, one that rivaled Technoblade, “Come at me.”

Without hesitation, Quackity charged at you with his sword he didn’t aim to kill, just disarm or injure. You blocked the swing with the wooden part of your ax and spun around just in time to dodge an attack from Tubbo. You managed to elbow him in the back and he stumbled forward into Quackity, the man made a grunting sound before shoving Tubbo off of him and into the snow. Fundy moved next and managed to land a hit on the side of your arm, you hissed loudly glaring daggers at the fox. His ears pressed against his head and he let out a small whimper, “sorry!”

“Don’t apologize to her!” Quackity groaned, “You guys are the worst gang ever.” He slapped his forehead as you readjusted your posture, “I have to do everything myself.” Quackity snarled charging at you again you sidestepped out of the way. As he stumbled trying to regain himself he knocked over the honey pots and they shattered against the ground. You swung your ax and managed to land a hit on him in the back of the legs, he let out a strangled yelp and fell on his face into the snow like Tubbo had done earlier. Yanking out the ax out of the leader of the gang blood splattered all over the ground and stained the snow. Little red beads dripped off the ax as you held it by your side, the man only let out another scream as it was torn out of him.

“Back. Off.” You repeated again baring your teeth with a hiss, “Turn around and go back to L’manburg and I won’t kill you. Got it.” The ax was pointed at all of them, you saw the half enderman nod vigorously,

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded rapidly grabbing Tubbo and Fundy by the arm and pulled them back, the three of them watched as Quackity snarled and backed up to join them. You watched them cower and you dropped your ax on the ground so you could press the palm of your hand into the wound on your arm. You quickly turned and ran back into your home to collect bandages and fix yourself up, blood speckled the floor as you made your way into the bathroom. You tore off your overalls and shirt, washing out the wound before wrapping your arm in bandages. You didn’t know how long you stood there in front of the mirror but you looked worse for wear.

Technoblade was going to lose his shit.

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All Technoblade could think about on their way back to his retirement home, was you. He could only put up with Tommy for so many hours until he needed to talk to literally anyone else. He was ready to get your relaxing date night underway; he could already feel your fingers running through his hair braiding his as you went. He hummed fondly listening as the voices called him simp repeatedly, he didn’t mind this time considering he was when it came to you.

“That’s still cringe chat.” He murmured to himself as Tommy continued to scream about something in the background, “Yeah, yeah I love her.” He heard the chat flip their shit and he fondly chuckled, intermixed with their happy cries there was a distinct sound of ‘E’ as well as ‘nerd.’ He almost didn’t hear Tommy’s worried shouting. He frowned and rolled his eyes back into his skull,

“What Tommy?”

“Technoblade! Technoblade!” The teen bumped back into him, Technoblade grunted and looked down at him. He followed Tommy’s eyes and spotted the blood littered snow outside his house. Technoblade paused and his vision went red around the edges, his eyes stayed trained on the bloodstains as the voices began to roar within his skull. His head shot up and he saw the honey box spilled over on the ground, glass littered the snow, your hat hanging loosely on Carl’s old stable.

“T-Technoblade.” Tommy stuttered again looking up at the pig-man, seeing how glazed over his eyes looked. He swore steam was coming out of Technoblade’s nose and his hand drew out his pickaxe gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white. He felt his tusks grow in size and his face began to shift into his pig form. Tommy’s voice was drowned out by the flood that was the voices in his head:

‘SHE’S GONE. THEY HAVE HER. KILL THEM ALL. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. WE DEMAND BLOOD. E. SAVE HER. YOU’RE A FAILURE. YOU DIDN’T PROTECT HER. SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEM. SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. SHE NEVER HURT ANYBODY. YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’

Technoblade took a step forward to which Tommy rapidly backed up in response. He’s never seen Techno this gone before, oh shit he has it bad for (Y/N). However, Tommy didn’t make a move to stop Technoblade; he didn’t want him to release that rage on him. Technoblade walked into the house, stepping on his glasses that fell off his face. He threw his door open with a loud slam, he needed potions and he needed a new sword.

Whoever did this all their cannon lives were gone he’d make it long and torturous.

A soft voice broke him out of his stupor his entire body went rigid.

“Bubs…” He slowly turned around and came face to face with you, you looked so small, so delicate standing in the doorway. You were wearing your pajamas, soft blue with little sheep all over them. His ears twitched and his shoulders softened considerably seeing you standing safe in the doorway, however, he tensed again the minute he saw the bandages tied around your arm. Blood leaking through them, he growled eyes locking in on the spot as you made soft shushing sounds at him.

‘SHE’S HURT. SHE’S ALIVE THOUGH. BUT SHE’S HURT, THEY NEED TO PAY. ATONE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SPILL THEIR BLOOD THEN MAKE OUT WITH HER. SHE’LL LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU DO. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’

Technoblade jumped feeling her hand caress his cheek, “Bubs it’s alright I’m okay.” Your voice was smooth and soothing, his eyes dilated as you spoke to him. His face shifting back to normal as he breathed heavily through his nose, “See?” You brought his head down to rest against your chest, it looked uncomfortable the way that he was bending. However, he could feel your heart beating in your chest, he made a soft whimper and grabbed onto your shoulders his pink hair tickled your chin. You brought your hands up to run his fingers through his hair as he finally calmed down enough to ignore the voices for the time being. Right now they were just commenting on how nice and warm her hands were anyway.

“What happened to you? There was blood everywhere I was so scared.” His voice broke a little bit as he pulled away from you. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest Technoblade had never looked so broken.

“The butcher squad came and attacked me. They wanted to use me to get to you but I fought them off just like you taught me.” You couldn’t help but smile proudly at him and he let out a disbelieving laugh. His hands moved from your shoulders to your back as he cradled you gently in his arms, you both stood there rocking back and forth together until Technoblade was satisfied.

“That’s my girl.” He finally murmured backing away from you, you flushed at the compliment. Whenever he called you that it made you flush all over, you let out a loud flustered whine and whacked him on the chest. Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression, it was a rare moment the tables were flipped like this and Technoblade was going to take full advantage of the situation. “Princess what’s with that look? Am I, thee Technoblade, making you flustered? I know I’m a lot to handle, I beat Dream once, I never die, I’m not homeless. Guess what?”

“What?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he circles you eyeing you up and down.

“I’m single.”

“Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow, “I thought you had a girlfriend.” You twirled your hair around your fingers and you felt his strong hands rest on your waist.

“Hm I don’t think so. You might need to refresh my memory,” Technoblade mused kissing your neck tenderly.

“Well she’s stunningly gorgeous, and tough as nails,” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him. “She absolutely adores you and how protective you are of her, and how much of a gentle giant you are.” He made a noise of protest and rested his chin on the top of your head. You could tell he was pouting at you,

“See, not only is that super cringe but also factually incorrect. I am not a gentle giant, I just committed vast sums of minor terrorism and I also kill orphans so what would my girlfreind say to that huh?” He huffed clicking his tongue distastefully.

“She would say that you’re right but also she sees the way you take care of Carl, and how you put up with Tommy. You’re totally brothers. That makes you at least a little bit soft”

“Not brothers and I don’t like him.”

“Right sure,” You giggled a little and kissed his chin lightly.

Technoblade let out an indignant sound before muttering, “Oh we should probably tell Tommy you aren’t kidnapped. Also discuss what to do about L’manburg now that they know you exist.” You blocked out that last part and made a beeline outside to find Tommy. The teenager in question was fumbling with his hands over by his cobblestone tower, you ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted letting out a disbelieving laugh hugging you back with a childish smile. “You’re okay! Holy fuck I totally thought you were dead and shit! Technoblade was going fucking apeshit! His face went all pig like n’ shit totally thought he was gonna kill everyone for you! Not that I was worried.” He added quickly shoving you away crossing his arms.

“Of course you weren’t THE Tommy is never worried.”

“Yeah exactly Miss Blade you get me.” You smiled fondly at him and you ruffled his hair and he shouted at you to stop. You did so sensing Technoblade approach the both of you, Techno interlocked your hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. “You chill now Big T?”

“I’m always chill Tommy. Only nerds aren’t chill.” He mused with a scoff, “Hence why I always call you a nerd.”

“WHAT THE FUCK TECHNOBLADE! I AM ALWAYS CHILL! I’M THE CHILLEST MAN ALIVE I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW!”

“Stop shouting,” Technoblade groaned burying his face in your hair as you laughed fondly at their antics. Although L’manburg knew about your existence now, and although you knew Dream probably wasn’t too far behind in learning that knowledge either, you felt everything was going to be okay.

All you needed was each other, Technoblde, Tommy, Phil and you. Together you four were gonna do great things, you just knew it.

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I do plan on making another part because people seem to be enjoying this story a lot more than I originally thought when I first posted it. Which is amazing thank you for all the love and support! New stuff is also in the works, thanks again for reading and enjoying! Stay safe guys! 🥰✨

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uwua3 · 4 years

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Hello, can I please suggest a childhood friends to lovers troupe with Banri? Thank you so much!

of course! i put this off at first because i wanted to understand banri’s character a bit more and what direction i wanted to go with this! it might be a little bit opposite of what you wanted but i hope you like it~ ♡ i hope you don’t mind childhood enemies to friends to lovers ;)

summary: all your life, you wanted to beat settsu banri, just once

warnings: arguing, breaking the law, bullying(?), injuries, physical fights,

author’s note: this is definitely much more different from anything i’ve written! please enjoy it~

being naturally good at everything = wanting to compete at everything once’s there’s someone worthy and i think it’s a complex we need to address. honors students who get burnt out often give up because it’s not easy at first. setting children up to be the best and putting them against one another instead of encouraging teamwork is evil and a flaw in the education system. so take risks, and take down any institution that disrespects you :)

word count: 4,298

music: hot girl bummer – blackbear, preacher man – the driver era

childhood champion.

🍁🥇 settsu banri

banri was the most insufferable, annoying kid to ever walk the face of this earth

everyone picked him first for their sports team in gym, he always knew the answer even when the teacher caught him sleeping in class, and he knew what a multitalented threat he was

it was so unfair! even as a child, you had to spend countless hours studying the next topic to stay ahead but banri did it without even trying

you were second in class, he never even wavered or was worried about his valedictorian position

banri was so, so annoying

you two were the first picked to advance to honors–level classes the next school year in middle school

you actively rose your hand in class to get the answer correct. you sat in the front and kissed up to your teachers so they would submit more than just “a pleasure to have in class” on your report card

banri would doze off in the back if he was forced to attend school. it would take multiple tries to get him to wake up and even then, he could’ve summarized the entire class lesson with no effort. he didn’t care about other people’s opinions

which must have been nice, considering how everyone either loved him or fully hated him

you two were never aware of each other’s existence throughout elementary; it wasn’t until your teachers constantly compared you to banri’s perfect grades and banri to your model student behavior that you began to despise each other

to you, banri was your #1 rival and competitor. everything you did, you wanted to beat him at. but to banri, you were just another tryhard that wouldn’t survive in the real world

it was when you were the only student getting every question right that you talked to him for the first time. you rose your hand again, a pleasant expression on your face as your teacher looked around, sighing as everyone averted their gaze

before the teacher could call your name, you felt a wadded–up paper ball hit the back of your head and a snicker. the class went dealthy quiet for once

you whipped your head to the back to see banri’s egotistical maniac of a smirk staring right back at you

“nerd.” banri dropped, his arms behind his head and feet propped up on his desk. his bag wasn’t even open and his pencil was stuck behind his ear. what a troublemaker

“mr. settsu! apologize this instant, we do not tolerate name–calling in this classroom.” your teacher reprimanded maturely, watching as banri shrugged and put his feet on the ground with a loud thud. leaning forward, banri put his hands together with an exaggerated sad face as he batted his eyelashes

“i’m so sorry~” banri laughed, his mocking tone making you narrow your eyes, plastering on a fake smile as you simply nodded and turned around. it wasn’t worth it to fight with someone who didn’t even care

anger boiled in your blood, all you wanted to do was turn around and give him a solid punch

yet, you straightened your posture, answering each question precisely with a tight grip on your pencil as you felt more spitballs land near you

no boy was going to get you to stop focusing, and especially take class time away

banri didn’t know why he bothered trying to piss you off anymore when you didn’t react. it was boring him, to say the least

when he “accidentally” stole your lunch, you just used your allowance to buy something from the lunch ladies (who absolutely hated that they had no evidence he stole from the fruit bar). when he knocked your books over off the desk with a bang, you just picked them back up and moved to a different table. hell, he even started a grade–wide game that pretended you weren’t there. you didn’t care, you kept doing your schoolwork

you were so, so boring

banri was on cleaning–duty for vandalism or whatever, something that didn’t follow the school guidelines. he was assigned to his homeroom classroom and had to wipe down the desks, sweep the room, and scrape off gum under any surface

“what the hell...” 13–year–old banri cursed, kicking at the dust pan as he didn’t want to start. he didn’t clean, he was good at it, he just didn’t like doing it

turning on his heel to ditch the classroom and deal with the consequences later, he was face to face with the fakest smile ever as you leaned against the doorframe (seemingly satisfied with his predicament)

“sorry, settsu. i’m here to supervise you to make sure you’re cleaning, today.” you dropped your sweet, quiet tone and revealed the truth: a tough, tired attitude that was ready to snap at any point. banri raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms as he scoffed, looking to the side

this should be fun

“oh yeah? what will you do to stop me? can you even handle me, i’ve seen how you don’t score shit in gym.” banri spat, your lip twitched at the swear as you had an incredulous look

two could play at this game, you weren’t backing down

“i’m not here to fight, settsu. i want you to hurry up so i can go home and do my homework.” you heard his sickening laugh throughout the empty hallway. it echoed, reminding you how he had no filter or manners whatsoever

“homework?! imagine needing that to pass. even i don’t do my work... and i’m at the top. how sad.” banri fueled the flame on purpose, eyes glinting with something of boredom and a wicked evil found in prepubescent boys

“you wouldn’t know what that’s like, though, right?”

you clenched your fist, all the pent–up rage you withheld in to have the higher ground was beginning to turn your vision red

“come on,” banri grinned, finding fun in driving you insane as he lazily moved into a fighting position, not expecting anything. “hit me—”

you didn’t remember what happened next, but you had to sit next to banri who had a black eye with an ice pack up to it in the principal’s office

both you and banri received a weeks worth of suspension for having a fight on school grounds

you hated settsu banri. and he found you interesting, so he didn’t say anything when he came back, letting the rumors die down

banri wanted to be your friend. your punch wasn’t even all that bad, maybe he could teach you how to hold your fist

but you avoided him at all costs now. he started going to school more frequently, and played impractical jokes on you in between classes just to get a reaction

you didn’t do anything. you just requested a schedule change and had classes on the opposite side of the building

classes became boring again, no one wanted to fight with him because they knew they’d lose, and he stopped attending classes out of spite

banri couldn’t believe he may have finally met someone who had some balls to do something to his shitty attitude and you just left

but throughout the years leading up to his first year in hanasaki, banri had immense respect for your 12–year–old self who landed a nasty hit (it totally would’ve k.o.–ed him if this was a video game)

banri had his eye out to see if you were in the front row with your hand up, or if you were hiding in the library behind towering shelves, or if you were even just moving past him in the crowds of people in the hallways

but it’s like you disappeared out of no where, how boring

you kept a secluded, mysterious reputation. no one had anything to say about you because you did nothing to get attention. so banri couldn’t even track you down through the grapevine of gossip

you disappeared and remained second (behind banri, of course)

as school went on and the summers cleared his mind, banri slowly forgot all about the young kid who gave him a black eye

as he passed the exams to qualify for entry in hanasaki, he didn’t even think twice if you were gonna be there

second year at hanasaki academy. 16–year–old banri nearly dropped out because of his own insatiable boredom. he got into more fights (he always won), ignored his classmates, and just kept being a huge jackass even unprovoked

school was so, so boring

class rankings were released after finals, banri remembered strolling up to expect his name at the top spot but watched as the crowd of students nervously parted to let him through

his eyes automatically landed at the #1 spot (he never checked anyone below him, they were dumb) but it wasn’t his name. instead, he saw yours. you were beating him

letting out a sarcastic laugh, banri backed up and left without another word, leaving the students to breathe a sigh of relief they weren’t the next victim of an infamous settsu roundhouse

how long had you been at this? how long did you study just to see your name printed over his? he must’ve been a big deal to you

banri ditched school early, about to hop the back fence before he noticed a flash of the academy’s school uniform above. halfway up the fence, banri looked behind him. no one. looked up, and you were sitting at the edge of the rooftop, swinging your legs casually

after all these years, and banri found you on accident

“hey.” banri drawled, waving up to you who seemed lost in your own world. you had a loose grip on some textbook, staring off into the slow clouds. you must’ve missed the lunch bell signaling the end of eating. you? skipping class? it was almost too funny to be true

banri bristled under the lack of attention. it’s been years and this was the response he got? he was ready to start shaking the fence to alert everyone within a one mile radius he was here. yet, banri noticed the hardcover textbook that must’ve cost hundreds begin slipping from your fingers. you didn’t care to notice

“hey! hey! what the fuck!” banri tried to make you snap out of it, but he swore as he leaped from the fence as soon as the book started falling. you shook your head rapidly like you just woke up, nearly falling over as you watched banri catch the heavy textbook with one hand as he rolled onto the rough pavement. it was a move out of a superhero film, like he was a professional stunt double

you gasped, scrambling to get off the edge and jumped. banri was about to yell a very inappropiate curse, but you grabbed onto the tree branch nearby and climbed down easily. it was like you did this countless times... what the hell happened to you and who was this that replaced you?

“oh my god! i am so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention at all.” you apologized sincerly, offering your hand to help pull him to his feet. banri ignored the pain in his shoulder and hip as he pushed himself up, the scrapes on his palms and rips in his uniforms making him wince for a moment. you noticed

“you idiot! what were you thinking? you could’ve died!” banri snapped, pushing the textbook to your chest as you stumbled back, eyes wide. you huffed, feeling aggressive as every instinct to fight with him came back as strong as ever despite banri’s heroic act

“don’t act like you know everything about me! i said i was sorry, what else do you want?” you fought back, pushing him back even harder with your book. banri felt something burn inside him for the time ever since you punched him: excitement

“let’s settle this. you. me. right here. right now.” banri got into a battle stance, pretending to be very serious when he didn’t even hit girls. but, he wanted to piss you off so bad. he was so bored of his life being on super ultra easy mode (it was like you were the final boss)

he didn’t even get another word out before you sighed, put your backpack and books down gently, rolled your eyes, spun around, and kicked him straight in the jaw

you had used the infamous settsu roundhouse kick against him

this time, he was much stronger than he was before at thirteen. he straightened himself up, stared at your clenched fists, and laughed

“after all this time, you never learned how to throw a real punch?” banri taunted, but the playful tone of his voice gave himself away. you slowly backed down, going back to your normal position as you revealed a tired smile. you ran your hand through your hair, seeming to contemplate on whether or not you should respond before shrugging

“never really had to fight losers like you before.” you retorted and banri gave an impressed look that you even made a comeback. rubbing his jaw and feeling the bruise about to form, banri watched as you stuffed your books into your bag

“by the way, that was for everything you put me through in middle school.” you stood up, flipped him both with hands confidently, and left. turning the corner, you winked and shot him a finger gun, showing you didn’t hold any grudges anymore for his stupid behavior

“wait—dammit.” banri rushed to catch up with you, but you were already gone the moment he went over. there was no trace of you and banri kicked the wall out of frustration, regretting it immediately when he forgot about his injured leg

“mr. settsu!” he heard from one of the classroom windows and looked up, seeing his maths teacher glare at him. uh oh

banri put his hands up, knowing security would have to come drag his ass to class

he could’ve swore he heard your laugh as he got yelled at for getting caught, making him subconsciously smile

(banri got into more trouble when the teacher thought he saw it as a joke)

gossip was exchanged as banri came into class sporting a bruised jaw and ripped clothes. they said the gangster was finally taken down by someone who he was no match for, it was almost laughable

i let them win, banri thought, barely paying attention to whatever his teacher was writing on the blackboard

but banri wanted more competition. he couldn’t just let you hit him even if he fully, 100% deserved it

banri closed his eyes, falling asleep with his hand in his cheek. you better not have any plans this afternoon

it was 5pm. you were heading out of school after finishing all your extracurricular duties. it was exhausting pretending to care, faking a smile just so your superiors thought you were the perfect leader. whatever gets you into university, right?

you needed a break. you stepped up to the rooftop after sneaking into the locked stairway. oddly enough, it was already open. you tip–toed in on guard, preparing to hit someone with your bag before you noticed a shadow against the pavement

but as soon as you stepped out, banri was waiting

it was nearly sunset, and banri was playing some game on his phone against one of the benches against the border

you paused, not sure what to say before he casually looked up and did a double take, rushing to pocket his phone and standing up

silence. like you two had nothing to say after all these years. you didn’t expect to see him again, you stopped caring about his laziness and focused on yourself even if you didn’t have the motivation anymore

banri awkwardly put his hands in his pockets, the blazer elbows almost torn to shreds. a strand of his hair fell in front of his face, you wanted to reach out and push it back

here you were, with a perfect appearance with nothing out of place, as expected of a model student. your uniform was ironed to perfection and had no creases despite your tree jump. you learned how to get rid of the evidence

when nothing seemed to be happening, you almost turned around before banri spoke way too loudly

“i’m sorry.” banri choked out, like he was saying it against his will. you froze, not wanting to turn around as you gripped the strap of your backpack. was he being serious?

“i’m... sorry for basically picking on you in middle school. it was dumb of me, i was stupid.” banri explained, appearing cool but his fingers were clearly fidgeting in his pockets. oh, he was serious

a part of your child self felt like it was healed, knowing you had one over settsu banri. you nodded, turning slowly to face your childhood rival. your childhood competitor. the childhood champion of everything

this time, you were the winner, but it didn’t feel like it

“yeah? i’m sorry for beating your ass twice then.” you joked, seeing the tension leave his shoulders as he naturally laughed. it was almost therapeutic to finally not fight for something for once

“truce?” banri put his fist out, and you didn’t even have to think about it before moving forward and fist–bumping him

“truce.”

you and banri became close after your so–called peace treaty. you put all the rivalry behind you, you forgave him

banri surprisingly understood you had a “perfect reputation” to uphold despite all the secret trouble you got in. in public, he stayed away and pretended like you didn’t exist. in private, you two snuck onto the rooftop to have lunch and stay until night, talking about nothing and everything at once

you even tried getting him back on track, using the temptation of competition to trick him in doing his work (it at least worked half the time)

(“i definitely could finish this faster than you!” banri protested, scribbling his answers and he always finished first. he never realized what you were doing when he was in the heat of the moment)

banri had never stayed at school this long, his attendance was making a come back and he was even looking forward to times he could see you in between classes

(he never put this much effort in, he didn’t want to find out he wasn’t naturally good at being your friend)

everything was good. you two were compatiable friends who cursed every middle school teacher who set them up to be enemies. you swore at teachers who now abused their position of power and laughed about leading a revolution. you two were young, dumb teens who wanted change. you wanted anarchy, he knew enough about it to get behind it

banri texted you screenshots of his elite gaming status in the game he recommended to you, getting a response the next day proving you were almost at his level. damn. he could respect that

banri took you to his favorite local arcade, (believe it or not) after you claimed you could at least tie him at something. when he saw you get frustrated, he pretended to stumble on the arrow pad for DDR and feigned annoyance as you beat him for once. he even gave you his spare coins once he got bored and watched you, adding unnecessary commentary you’d kick him for

(“not again!” banri pretended to cower, protecting his jaw that was already healed)

you guys would even raid 24/7 stores after leaving school, stocking up on snacks and energy drinks so you could stay awake throughout the day after game night

but his favorite thing to do with you was sneaking out and returning you back before curfew. banri was naturally a homebody that didn’t find the outside fun, but when you confessed you never had a late night drive before, he arrived a block away and nearly gave you a heart attack when he knocked on your window

(you two agreed to have a special code and banri would knock to the beat of your favorite game’s theme song)

that night, you sat on the hood of his car and watched the stars, unaware of how banri couldn’t tear his eyes away from you

when banri dropped you off and helped you back in with his hand at your back, he nearly fell off the tree as you made your way onto your second–floor bedroom

you smiled, a strangeness to your windswept hair and messy clothes. you didn’t care what you looked like around him

banri gulped, forcing himself down the tree as he ran to his car, heart racing a mile a minute

what the hell was that? banri took a deep breath in the driver’s seat, rubbing his forehead as he groaned. why did he feel like this? did you do something to his soda or something?

as banri drove home, he flipped on the radio. teenage dirtbag by wheatus blasted on the inner roads

“how does she know who i am? why does she give a damn about me?”

banri braked, the car halting in the middle of the road. it was 3am, the street lights gave way to the empty, deserted road

oh my god. he liked you

he liked the person who gave him a black eye, got him a week suspension, kicked him in the jaw, and got him caught by his teacher

teenage dirtbag faded out on the street as banri sat there, listening to the lyrics

“fuck.” banri deadpanned, knowing things wouldn’t be good if he kept acting up like this

well, everything was good, until that night

banri arrived at midnight sharp like always. you rolled out of bed with full clothing ready for any night activity he planned

he took your hand to go down even though he knew damn well you didn’t need the help. sneaking out was like second nature at this point, it was a miracle you two hadn’t been busted yet

you two were stealthy, avoided all the cameras your parents put in place after noticing there were footsteps imprinted on the grass (it didn’t bother banri, he liked the challenge)

speeding off, banri slowed down to the speed limit once he saw you push the roof down and stick your upper body out into the wind. he shook his head, lowering the windows as well. he heard you scream along to whatever pop song was on at the top of your lungs

in that moment, you forget you were hanasaki academy’s perfect model student. you were just a person having the time of their life with their best friend

pulling into an abandoned parking lot, banri stopped in the middle as he tugged your shirt down. his wolfish grin seemed electric, like he was high on a predictable adrenaline rush already

“hey, do you trust me?” banri revved the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other out as a fist

it felt like that day back on the school rooftop where you made a truce with your middle school rival. like everything was about to change

without a second thought, you bumped your fist to his. “i do.”

banri shifted to level one as he turned the wheels to a full direction. you held onto the edge of the door as you realized what he was about to do

“you’re joking!” you yelled over the sound of the engine, banri flashing you a quick wink before the car started spinning. he was doing donuts because you said you wanted donuts the other day, this was not what you meant!

“you knew i didn’t mean it like this, you jerk!” you protested, but couldn’t help but laugh along with banri as smoke rose from the tire tracks on the concrete. you felt dizzy, but you never felt more alive laughing with your best friend in the middle of the night

banri suddenly stopped, his foot on the brake as a distant shout made you freeze

“hey, who’s trespassing?!”

“go, go, go!” you yelled, pushing banri’s arm as his foot triggered the gas and changed the speed. you guys zoomed out of the supposedly “abandoned” parking lot, hearing the random owner attempt to chase after you before tripping on his own feet

“holy shit!” you exclaimed, not feeling sorry you were laughing at the man who was now shaking his fist at you. you knew it was too dark to even see banri’s license plate, you were fine. you felt your energy peak as you couldn’t help but turn around with a wide smile

“did you see that guy’s face, he looked like he was ready to kill—” you started but banri braked again, both hands tightly gripping the wheel. you almost lurched forward but banri stuck his arm out against your chest, holding you to your seat as he glared at you

“how is this funny to you? we... you! you almost got caught! your future would’ve been ruined, do you understand how severe that situation was?!” banri ranted, sweating as he had to practice controlled breathing to prevent himself from saying something he’d regret. he was so worried, he never cared this much

“so what at this point? what’s there to even live for after college?” you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. banri’s arm started retracting, but he randomly grabbed your face and pulled you over the divider, looking you deeply in the eyes like he never wanted to let you go. like he wanted to remember this forever

“me. live for me.” banri muttered, before he closed the distance between you two. your childhood rival, competitor, and enemy liked you

high on adrenaline, you kissed back. you were on top of the world

and suddenly, everything was good again

you both won

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maybebanks · 4 years

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You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 04

jj maybank x reader

Start at PART 1

You crept inside your battered home, the floor creaking quietly at your feet.

You bit your lip. These damn floorboards.

Your throat felt dry, maybe you are just dehydrated.

Immediately, you approached the kitchen and took out a glass, then filled it with water.

But before you could take a sip, you felt a pair of rough calloused hands wrap around your neck.

—

“What’s got you down, Y/n?” Kie asks. So far this had started out an amazing summer, you were never bored with the pogues.

“I just..need a job,” you explain what you were thinking about, these days it was getting harder to even put food in your stomach.

“Don’t you already have a job?” Pope questions.

“Yeah, but I need another. I have a little extra time and I can work on weekends,”

“Weekends? But when will you have time for us?” Kie asks, worried.

“Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kie,” JJ adds, Kie didn’t take offense to it, but he wasn’t wrong.

“You can mow lawns in figure Eight with me,” JJ offers.

“Help deliver groceries?” Pope adds.

“We always need an extra hand at the Wreck, I can ask my dad if he’ll hire you,”

You smile and nod excitedly at Kie’s offer, “Yes! that would be amazing Kie,”

JJ pouts, “Are ya sure? You’d be missing out on a great view,” JJ jokes, gesturing to himself and his six pack.

“No offense JJ,” you roll your eyes, “I’m allergic to grass,”

“Allergic to grass? Huh?” JJ asks dumbfoundedly.

Everyone’s laughs mix together at the look on JJs face. JJ dips his fingers in his beer and flicks it on to you.

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair?!”

“Are you allergic to beer too?”

—

Finally back at John B’s place, the sun was starting to set, painting the sky with beautiful arrays of orange and pink.

You were all inside today, it was slightly raining and the mosquitos were raging outside.

John B had his arm around you on the couch, and JJ, Kie and Pope were sitting across from you on the floor and on some shitty deck chair on the porch.

JJ began smoking, bringing you back to the first time you got close with JJ. Too close?

You twiddled you’re thumbs in your lap and played with your fingers, the silence made you nervous. You didn’t want to smoke, it just made nerves worse.

“JJ!” Pope scolded when JJ blew smoke directly into his face.

“Oh sorry Pope? You want a hit of this?” JJ smirked hazily and sarcastically.

You laughed, Pope was frustrated, but he let it slide when he saw your smile.

“So none of you want a hit of this?” JJ repeated, Kie took it from his fingers and took a long hit, not coughing once.

JJ scanned the rest of us, when no one responded he groaned, “didn’t realize I rolled with a bunch of nerds,”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your shoulders visibly tensed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Stop overreacting.

John B rubs your shoulder comfortingly, taking notice of your behavior.

John B glanced at JJ and gave him a scolding look, in which JJ pushes his hands up in defense.

“Want some Y/n?”

“I think she’ll pass,” John B says, causing JJ to look down in defeat.

“Sorry, I’m..I just don’t want to smoke,”

“It’s okay, Y/n, I don’t mind,” JJ smiled, flipped his lighter on and off.

As the night went on, the pogues got drunk on beers and high on laughs and good conversation. John B was basically falling over, he turn over and his head landed on your lap.

“John B, you are so drunk right now,” you told him.

“You’re so pretty Y/n,” he slurred.

“Um, I-thanks,” you mutter, not believing he is being genuine, just drunk.

“I wish you didn’t have a boyfriend already, that stinks,” John B says again, causing the rest of the group to silence.

“Uh what?” JJ says in shock.

“No- I don’t! What are you talking about John B? You’re just drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying,” you conclude.

John B, lying down, raises his hand up to your face, then puts his finger on your neck and pokes at it a few times.

Instantly, you slap his hand away. Before you can ask what the hell he is doing, he mumbles.

“Hickies.”

Your mouth went dry, you knew the marks he was pointing at were not hickies. But you couldn’t exactly tell the truth.

You gently push his head off of your lap and get up, leaving the couch. A few of them ask where you are going, you just mutter some excuse and head inside.

You open the door to a random room and hop inside. Collapsing on the unmade bed.

—

“You really love that bed don’t ya,” a light-hearted voice rips you from your sleep, the voice was slightly groggy and scratchy, you hated to admit it but his morning voice was kinda attractive.

JJ tapped your bare shoulder, you were laying on your stomach, waving him off and wishing to fall back asleep.

“Y/n,” JJ repeated softly.

You instantly remembered you had removed your shirt becuase it was too hot last night. To react, you pull the covers over your face, hiding from JJ.

This resulted in a laugh, “Get up babe,” JJ encouraged tugging at the covers.

“Stop! JJ I’m practically naked!” You continue to cover yourself in embarrassment.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen-“

“JJ! Close your eyes!” You demanded.

JJ listened to your order, smirking to himself at the small glimpse he got of your white lace bra at your chest.

Fortunately, he didn’t notice anything else, no injuries or imperfections.

When you peek over the covers, JJ is holding out a shirt for you. The same Pelican Marina t-shirt.

You grab it and throw it on, before you could get up though, JJ puts his hand on your thigh. Holding you back.

Feeling violated, your expression changed. Anxious.

Seeing this JJ, quickly removes it. He was only trying to ease the tension for what he was about to say.

“Uh..can we talk?” Was all he could muster.

“About what?” You sighed, quickly thinking he was going to ask about the smoking dilemma.

“Last night-“

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt, “I shouldn’t have been so weird, I just, I didn’t want to get high, and I didn’t want to say or do something I’d regret,”

JJ chuckles, “that’s okay Y/n, I don’t care if you don’t want to smoke, I actually wanted to talk about what John B said, about your boyfriend and stuff.”

You tensed.

Then got up from the bed, moving towards the door.

“Who-I mean...is he right? Why don’t you just tell me?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, John B was just drunk. Honest.”

“But he said..” JJ paused, stepping closer as his eyes trailed down your face, stopping at your neck, “who gave you those?”

You moved your hand over the bruises.

You scoffed, clearly trying to deflect, “I just burned myself. But seriously it doesn’t matter. Can you stop interrogating me?”

“Yeah. Okay sure,” JJ said disappointedly.

—

JJ slipped on his board. Falling into the ocean near you. You were sitting on your board, one leg on either side.

He splashed water in your eyes.

“JJ!” You screamed.

You had to admit he was an amazing surfer. But you thought his wipeouts were even better.

After he came up he smiled a goofy smile, causing a laugh to erupt from your mouth.

“Dope wipeout,” you complimented.

“Yeah, you just ate shit!” Kie shouts from a little farther away.

“Ohh you wanna see a wipeout?!” JJ shouted competitively.

You furrowed you’re brows in confusion, but suddenly you understood when JJs hands gipped your board and flipped you over.

“Hey!” You screamed before being succomed into the cold.

JJs arms wrapped around your torso and he pulled you up into his chest.

He brought you face close to him, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he just held you there, treading water.

“That was mean,” you pouted.

“What’s mean is you treating my t-shirt like a second skin! I’ve never seen you take it off, we’re surfing for god sakes!”

You rolled your eyed and pushed JJs firm chest farther away, his grip left your waist, then returned to your board.

—

If he could see you now.

He would tell you to stop acting like a whore. For getting closer to JJ day by day, for letting him hold you. He would tell you to drop these new friends, who lifted your spirits, and settle for being alone.

What are you? Some kind of rebel?

Normally you would feel anxious, but the feeling of freedom made you forget about your troubles. For now.

You ran up to John B and jumped on his back for a piggy back ride. Taken off guard. He stumbled and landed in the sand, you following down and landing on your side.

“Ow! Y/n why did you do that?” John B laughed.

Kie helped him up and Pope helped you up. You mentally scolded yourself when you realized the temporary pain from the impact of falling decided to stay a while.

Determined, you decided to stand up on your own, obviously showing balance problems.

“How can you surf when you walk like that?” JJ commented, his hands met your waist to steady you. It’s cliche to say, but after you brushed his hands away, his touch lingered.

“I’m...fine,” you said, breathing heavily like you just sprinted.

Instead of his usual laugh, he cocked his head in concern. But luckily, Kie changed the conversation shortly after.

“Do you guys think we should crash the Kook party tonight?” She asked, excitedly.

You bit your lip, hard. The scene of your nightmares was a kook party. Last time you were at one, things turned out horribly.

You coughed when JJ took notice, he always seemed to notice the little things.

“JJ what do you think?” Pope asked.

JJ didn’t want to hover over you, every time he asks if you are okay, you just shut him down, making him feel stupid for being concerned.

“I’m cool with it. As long as John B doesn’t hold me back if I try and punch Topper,”

John B scolds JJ for always being so reckless, and Pope tells him not to be stupid.

Finally the van is in sight.

But there was something on your mind that you wanted to confront JJ.

You grab his forearm gently, and tug him back a little, not really wanting the pogues to hear.

“Um JJ?”

“What’s up Y/n?” he asks, smiling a usual JJ smile.

“I know you are... protective over-“ you stopped yourself, not wanting to assume he’d consider you a friend, “and I just, I don’t want you to get hurt,” you admit.

JJ chuckles, “No need to worry about me,” he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You punch his arm gently, just joking around.

“If anyone knows how to throw a punch...” he gestures, and slowly brings his fist up, mimicking a punch, his fist accelerates towards your face but slows down at the last minute.

“JJ I was just kidding!” you exclaim as your hands reach and protect your face.

“Relax Y/n. What? You thought I would hit you? For real?” JJ asked, his tone seemed offended, but also pitiful.

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. God damn,” he mumbles.

“What-um...what I meant before was just, can you just hold off, and not get into any fights? Please,”

He nods, “promise,”

—

Get a grip! Stop being such a shy little bitch who stutters her words and wants to cry at every mention of life’s bullshit. Stop acting like the world is on your shoulders. Because it’s not.

“Whatcha thinking about?” JJ asks, talking a sip out of a red solo cup.

“Nothing,” you reply, eyeing the liquid in his cup.

He smirks, “wanna sip?”

“Fuck it,”

—

Chapter 05

I really am struggling and have no idea where this is going! I’m tryna do a slow burn but it is harder than I thought!! I’m so sorry this is bad please bare with me, part 5 will be better!

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cesarinthefreezer · 4 years

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Stylized

Josuke x Reader

Your fashion was always different from every other girl at school, but it’s who you are, you’ve gotten used to the raised eyebrows and comments under people’s breath, but you don’t care.

It’s a good warm Monday morning you peel the blankets from your body and rub your eyes, you can feel your hair is a mess as you blow a few stray pieces from your face. You stumble to the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth, you take a look in the mirror as you pat your face dry. You switch off the lights and stand in front of your closet pondering what you’ll wear today. You pull out your favorite blue and black paisley shirt, and a simple black skirt. After you slip those on you slide your legs Into a pair of tights and add the final touch, a pair of black suspenders. The straps sit nicely on you breast for a moment before slipping to the sides, you know it’ll be a day long battle but you like the outfit. You slip on a pair of shiny black loafers before brushing your hair and swiping on some makeup.

You open the front door and feel the warm morning air hit your face. You step out side, close the door behind and start the walk to school. It’s a warm sunny day, it makes you smile. As you walk down the street you see your neighbor from a few doors down, you’ve never really talked to him but he goes to your school. His name is Josuke Higashikata, you didn’t know much about him but you always admired his hair, if you thought you took a long tome to get ready, you couldn’t imagine how much time he took. As he’s walking towards the street, you give him a small wave but he doesn’t see you, you feel like an idiot. So look to the ground and continue to walk to school.

Over the click of your shoes you hear a voice that makes you jump.

“Hey sweetheart, why don’t you come hang over here with us”

You looks to see a group of meat heat jocks staring you up and down. You feel a bit of fear and anger pool up inside you. You ignore them and keep waking, you see Josuke a few strides ahead of you. “Perfect” you think to yourself. Maybe if you talk to up him the other boys will leave you be. You quicken your step till your right next to him.

“ hey Josuke , I know you don’t really know me but I wanted to say your hair looks nice today”

He stops walking and stares at you, he looks surprised but a smile pulls at his lips.

“Hi...uhhhh”

To raise your hand for a shake

“Y/n”

He shakes your hand with a smile, he’s got a strong grip but he’s also gentle with you. He scans your out fit up and down.

“Nice suspenders by the way” he says with a wink

Before you could say anything else you hear foot steps behind you.

“Hey bitch I was talking to you” that damn jock followed you over. You spin around and stare at him.

“Well sorry I was too busy ignoring you”

He quickly grabbed the straps of you suspenders pulling them towards him and letting go swiftly. They come slapping back against your chest stinging your nipples, and other areas of skin on your chest. You let out a cry and grab your chest. Josuke stands next to you watching it happen

“Suspenders huh....you should dress for your gender sweetheart”

He tugs at your hair before turning to walk away. Before you can rage out after him. You see his body go flying with no cause, you turn to see Josuke standing as if he were going to fight someone but you never saw him move.

“Hey asshole, you come back here and apologize to y/n”

The jock throws his head back as if he were being punched, blood comes pouring out of his nose. He stands and comes over to you looking at the ground.

“I...I’m sorry”

You are still shocked, you look at Josuke. He still has an angry look on his face. What are you supposed to say you can even process what has happened.

“Yeah you better be” you said with a hair flip and a spin as you start to walk away.

“Hey Y/n, wait up”

Josuke runs up next to you. You are still holding your chest from where the suspenders snapped against your skin, it hurt more than you thought it would.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” Josuke asks with a worried look on his face

“Yeah I’m okay my chest just stings from that asshole messing with my suspenders”

Josuke nervously goes to place his hand on the center of your chest

“Just trust me okay.... may I?”

You nod with confusion which then turns into nervousness as Josukes hand hovers above your chest. In a split second the pain is gone.

“How did you?.... that’s incredible thank you”

Josuke pulls his hand back

“I’ll explain another time”

He looks into your eyes before offering his arm to you.

“Walk you to class?”

You blush “yeah sure” you take his arm “thanks for that, back there idk why you did but it scared him”

Josuke runs a hand through his hair

“Oh it’s nothing don’t worry about it”

You stare at him admiring his black fluffy hair. You can’t help but smile at him, he’s cute you think ,really cute .

“There must be something I can do to thank you”

He looks down at you and smiles

“Having a cute girl with some wicked fashion on my arm is all the thanks I need” he says as he winks at you

You can feel the heat in your face , did he really just say that. Before you can say anything you’ve reached your class. You take your arm from Josukes and smile.

“thanks again, would you wanna walk home with me, I only live a few doors down from you”

Joksuke smiles

“I’d like that”

He leaves to walk to his class and you take your seat. Paying attention is useless, you are excited to see Josuke again after school. You think about a way to thank him for defending you. Take him out for ice cream maybe, or invite him over for video games, wait no you can’t let him think your a nerd. You ponder aimlessly as the day goes by. You count down the minutes until the final bell rings. You meet Josuke in the courtyard. He waves to make sure he grabs your attention. You smile and quicken your pace till you stand in front of him. As you approach him You think of one last way to thank him.

“Hey Josuke I never got to properly thank you”

Before he could protest you stand on your tip toes and land a quick kiss on his check. As you pull away you can see a frozen expression of surprise on josukes face. “Oh shit” you think, he’s gonna freak. You lifts a hand to his cheek before turning red and showing a nervous smile.

“Oh uhhh thanks ..... that was cute” still holding is hand to his cheek he looks at you . You stare back , you can feel the blush in your face spreading to your ears. You desire to break the silence

“Walk me home?”

Raising his arm once again he says “it would be my pleasure” you take his arm and start to walk home. The walk is silent for a while before Josuke turns to you.

“So how long have we lived so close to each other and never actually met?”

You clear your throat “that’s a good question, I knew who you were but never had a reason to talk to you, I’ve tried waving to you on mornings where we leave at the same time but you never saw me”

A sad look takes josukes face “ aw man , I feel bad, I had no idea you’ve tried to get my attention before” he scans you up and down and smiles “ but you’ve definitely caught my attention now”

Pushing your hair behind your ear you smile.

“You caught my attention the first time I saw that amazing hair of yours”

Josuke runs a hand over the back of his hair with confidence and lets out a little giggle. The two of you walk to your front door, you consider inviting him in but you fear he’ll say no. You give in and nervously ask

“Do you wanna come in, I could make you something to eat” you then quietly say “or we can play video games”

Hearing those words from your mouth you see a huge smile on josukes face. “ you like to play video games?”

You nod your head yes nervously “I’m a pretty big fan of f mega” A look of excitement takes over josukes face. As you open the door he grabs your arm and walks inside

“What are you waiting for let’s go (y/n)”

.You both take off your shoes and head to the kitchen.

“My room is upstairs on the left if you wanna head up and start the game, I’ll grab us some drinks”

Josuke gives you a nervous look “you’re room? Am I allowed in there”

You laugh and nod your head “ yeah go right ahead make yourself comfortable”

(Josuke)

She said I can go in her room, I’m so nervous he thinks. He heads up the stairs and into your room. He takes a look around at everything in your room. He walks around peering at your makeup table and desk then he curiously opens your closet.

“If there’s one person who owns more shoes than me it’s gotta be her” he says to himself quietly.

He closes the door,of your closet. He know he shouldn’t be snooping around. Slipping off his jacket and throwing on your bed. He turns on the small tv, starts up the game system and sits on your bed and waits. He can feel his heart racing in his chest as he hears your footsteps reach the doorway. He didn’t think his day would end with him playing video games in a girls bedroom.

You see Josuke siting On your bed. He’s so cute you think to yourself. You hold out a can of soda to him and he accepts it with a smile.

“Are you ready to get your ass handed to you”

Josuke rolls his eyes “yeah um I don’t think so”

You sit on the end of your bed next to Josuke, you say closer to him than you though, with your shoulders touching you both nervously hold your game controls in your laps. You both loosen up once you start the game.

So far you both are equally matched at the game, which Josuke did not expect. And he sure as hell did expect you to beat him.

“Oh come on” Josuke tosses the remove on the bed beside him before falling back to lay on your bed

“I told you I’d had you your ass Josuke, don’t ever underestimate me”

Josuke looks up at you sitting next you him. He props himself up on his elbows.

“I’ll keep that in mind”

You both stare at each other in silence before something happens that neither of you thought would happen today. Josuke reaches a hand for the back of your neck before pulling you in for a soft kiss.

This is all so quick, you want to pull back but you melt into his lips. After a few second he pulls away

“Sorry if that was so sudden but I figured I’d redeem that thanks you owe me”

Notes

This is based off something that happened to me, I was wearing the same out fit as described and some guy told me to dress for my gender. So I decided to write a fic extending it. Hope you enjoyed

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dylinski · 5 years

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The Sexapades of Stiles Stilinski

Jackson

Warnings: Mild smut, angst, cussing, oral (male receiving)

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittmore

Word Count: 2529

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: Was a little hesitant to actually start this series and post anything for it. but thanks to the amazing @daisyxbuckley (who is just, the greatest) she convinced me to post it. You should definitely check out her work too. Its fantastic. (:

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Middle school is the worst, except for kids who are popular. Stiles Stilinski wasn’t necessarily popular, but people liked him and he had a lot of friends. His best friends were Scott and Jackson, but that was until Jackson’s parents told him he was adopted. When they came back from summer break in 7th grade he was a different person, emotionally and physically. This was the first time Stiles had noticed another boys appearance. He never thought about liking boys or girls, it was just always about Lydia. He didn’t feel the way he did for her about anyone, but when he saw Jackson and his newfound muscles, he sure as hell made him feel something.

“Stiles! Are you even listening to me?” Scott bellowed in annoyance at his oblivious friend.

“Huh? What? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” Stiles responded without averting his eyes from Jackson sitting with his friends at lunch. “Obviously.” Scott rolled his eyes and carried on the conversation with Julia at the lunch table as Stiles still seemed distracted.

It was more than Jackson’s body that appealed to him, he also made him curious. With Stiles, when he couldn’t figure something out, he sure as fuck researched and detected the shit out of it until he did. He was going to figure out why this boy suddenly ditched him and Scott, put up walls and basically became an asshole.

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Stiles was pretty athletic himself, but usually lagged behind so that Scott wouldn’t feel so bad because of his asthma. Thankfully, today wasn’t too strenuous so they wouldn’t fall behind with the rest of the class.

“Today we’re playing dodgeball,” Mr. Richards announced to the class of youngsters. A mixture of cheering and booing filled the gym. “Team Captains are Jackson and Samantha. Pick your teams.”

Stiles had the biggest smile on his face since he absolutely loved dodgeball. It was the only time being skinny and fast came in handy, plus the bonus of being able to chuck rubber balls at people for the hell of it. Scott felt differently since he was slow. “Don’t worry bud, I got you. Think of me as your guardian angel.”

“How are you going to guard me? Your a stick.” Scott gestured to the boy standing in front of him.

“Stiles curled in his lips and squinted at his friend, “Yes, I’m aware of that. That makes it harder for them to hit me.”

“Yeah. And easier for them to hit me.”

“Scott, for once in your life, could you stop complaining and try to be at least semi-optimistic?”

While arguing, they had hardly noticed that everyone had been divided up into teams already.

“Do I really have to take the losers?” Jackson whined as he pointed to the duo.

“This is your fault, you know? Nerd by association. Dragging me down to your nerd depths.” Stiles rambled on as they added themselves to the crowd of kids designated the green team.

Each group spread themselves out on either side of the gym with a line of balls separating them. Stiles lingered around Scott in case he needed him at a moments notice. The teacher blew the whistle and everyone dived for the rubber spheres. Stiles was able to get one and spastically threw it at no particular person in the direction of the other team. He must have hit someone because he soon heard a whine afterwards.

Doing his own little dance to himself, he heard an all too familiar yelp from behind him. Scott was on the ground and had obviously been knocked out. He rushed over to his friend and helped him up. “At least you don’t have to worry about playing now.” Scott glared at the boy and stomped off to the sidelines that were filling up fast.

Soon there were a handful of players left on either team. Stiles, Jackson, and another girl were on the green team and Samantha with Julia and Marcus were on the blue team. Everyone had a ball and they were in the middle of a standoff. If one ball was thrown, the rest would fly soon after in a mess of plastic.

Julia was the first to toss her ball and it hit the other girl on their team. Stiles threw his just as Jackson happened to step in front of him. Almost immediately, he whirled around to the lanky kid with a look he had never seen on his old friend before. He took the dodgeball in his own grip and hurled it at Stiles, hitting him directly in the face, echoing a “plunk”. Everyone winced at the sight as it knocked him to the ground.

“BLUE TEAM WINS.” The teacher broke the silence of children beholding the pain that befell Stiles.

The teacher had taken Stiles to the nurse to make sure his nose wasn’t broken and then she gave him a bag of ice for his face. He returned to the now empty locker rooms to change out of his gym clothes. He groaned as he removed the ice, a bruise now forming around his right eye. He opened his locker but it was immediately shut by a fuming Jackson before he could retrieve his clothes.

“What the hell was that?”

“What the hell was that? What the hell was this?” Stiles motioned his long fingers to his now swollen eye.

Jackson grabbed the boy and threw him against the locker, caging him with his arms. “That was you getting exactly what you deserved.” Jackson practically spat in his face.

“I think you're slightly overestimating the severity of the situation.” Stiles winced as Jackson growled at his retort, obviously unhappy with the sarcasm. “Look man. I just threw the ball and you stepped in front of it. Okay? I wasn’t trying to hit you.” Stiles could feel Jackson’s breath on his face as he assumed the muscular boy was contemplating whether to believe him or not.

Jackson must have taken him for his word since he took a step back, allowing Stiles to ease off the wall of lockers. Jackson left, a look of anger still lingering on his face. Stiles sighed with relief that he didn’t have to go home to his father with two black eyes. He turned to his locker, opening it for a second time and pulled out his school clothes. Thinking he was alone, he began to strip his clothes off.

Jackson hid in the shadows, watching the tall kid as he began to remove his clothes. He wasn’t trying to be a peeping tom, but his anger got the best of him. He was waiting around, still not entirely sure if he was going to beat the shit out of the little bitch or not. Before he realized it, the kid was completely naked in front of his eyes. He found himself scraping over the boys body, covered in moles just like his face. While the boy was tall and skinny, he hid muscle under his clothes.

He hadn’t talked to him in over a year, so all he could do was assume the kid had joined a sports team outside of school or was active in some sort of way. His rage subsided and embarrassment filled his cheeks as he realized he was staring at a naked Stiles. He ran off from the boy’s locker room before he saw much else aside from his backside.

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Two weeks passed after the dodgeball incident and Stiles was more intrigued than ever since Jackson had been avoiding him. He would bully Stiles constantly and he was half expecting for the abuse to be worse since he accidentally hit him with the dodgeball, but nothing.

Stiles was able to find out that something did happen last year around the time that Jackson stopped talking to him which must have been the trigger. No one knew what happened and supposedly Jackson would freak out anytime someone tried to talk to him about it. Stiles being Stiles was going to ask anyways, he just needed to wait for the right moment.

Apparently that moment came when Jackson had been excused to use the restroom. Stiles raised his hand with excitement and the teacher rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Stilinski. What is it now?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Mr. Whittmore just left, you’ll have to wait your turn.” The teacher turned to continue the lecture, assuming the conversation was done.

“But I reeeeeeeeeally need to go.” Stiles persisted. Turning back to the spastic child with annoyance, the teacher stared him down. “If I have to wait, I think I might have to take a dump here.” Stiles added strain to his voice, as if he was struggling to hold it all in. He jumped up and clench his butt cheeks and then proceeded to grab his ass as if everything was going to fall out.

The teacher was furious and tired of the child's antics. “I don’t get paid enough for this.” He mumbled under his breath as he motioned for the over active child to leave. Stiles then proceeded to waddle out of the room while holding his ass, keeping up the illusion that no one was believing.

As soon as he entered the hall, he shifted into a hustle to meet Jackson in the bathroom. He entered the restroom but found silence. He peeked into each stall and found the last one to be locked. He ducked his head down and saw someone sitting on the floor in the stall. “Jackson? Is that you?”

The person behind the door sniffed as if they had been crying which was then followed by shuffling as they stood up. Jackson opened the door with a hard look on his face, “What do you want asshat?”

Realizing that Jackson had been upset, Stiles changed his demeanor from curiosity to sincerity. “I wanted to see if you were okay.” While he had not originally known the state of his classmate, the statement was still true.

“I’m fine.” Jackson shot back, pushing past Stiles as he stood in the doorframe of the stalls.

“Well you don’t seem f--” Stiles was cut off Jackson pushed him back into the stall door.

“I SAID IM FINE.”

“Well this seems to be a habit,” Stiles scoffed more to himself than Jackson for the position he found himself in. His comment only infuriated Jackson more. Stiles face wasn’t fearful like it had been before. This time he showed sympathy and concern as he could see the pain in Jackson’s eyes.

Jackson felt vulnerable and naked by the way the mole speckled boy was looking at him, reminding him of the way Stiles would have probably felt had he known Jackson was watching him when he changed. He furrowed his brow in thought, springing a look of confusion on Stiles’ face. Before either of them realized what was happening, Jackson had slammed his lips down onto Stiles’. With his eyes wide open and filled with shock, he pushed the sad boy from his lips.

“Jackson, what the fuck are you doing?”

Jackson’s eyes and face fell in sadness, but as he looked back up to Stiles, his eyes were filled with lust. “Shut up you little shit.” He went back in to kiss him again.

Still riddled with confusion, Stiles found himself dumbfounded and trying to process what was happening as he kissed Jackson back. Jackson began to sink to his knees as he looked up at the skinny boy through his lashes. “Wha….what are you doi...AH.” Stiles fumbled his words as Jackson popped the button on his pants and pulled out his slightly erect penis. He looked down at the boy and discovered he liked seeing his cock stroked by him.

Stiles threw his head back at the feeling of fingers other than his own around his cock. A new sensation riddled his body, causing him to fling his arms out for balance as Jackson took him in his mouth. His mouth hung agape as he could feel the pressure build up inside him. The way Jackson moved his tongue in circles around his head, then taking him fully in while stroking the shaft that couldn’t fit. Jackson reached up, touching his stomach under his shirt and slid his hand around to his back. He pulled him into his mouth as deep as he could and Stiles grabbed the back of his head, lacing his fingers in his hair. Feeling himself hit the back of his throat was all he needed to meet his release.

The pressure left him and flowed into Jackson’s mouth in spurts. Jackson took all of his cum in his mouth and swallowed. He stood up and went to the sink, washing his mouth out and leaving Stiles standing there with his limp cock out and pants around his ankles. Still not entirely sure what just happened, he threw his pants on and found himself for the first time in his life, speechless.

“What the fuck was that?” He finally managed to scrape together after he came down from his high. Jackson turned around, looking angrier than he had ever seen him. “What’s with the face?”

Suddenly his face turned from anger to sadness, the same sadness that had shown when Stiles found him. “Today is a year.” Unaware he could become more confused than he already was, Stiles proved himself wrong.

“I can’t read your mind. You have to elaborate.” Stiles gestured upwards, speaking with his hands as he always does.

“A year ago today, my parents….” Stiles brows furrowed with concern as he could see Jackson struggling to say the words. “They told me I was adopted.” Stiles eyes grew so wide that he thought they might pop out. “I was already struggling with who I was as a person, but now I have absolutely no idea who I am. They won’t tell me anything about them or why they gave me up. They said they want to wait until I’m older.” Stiles began to approach his friend, but he jerked away before he could rest a hand on his shoulder.

Suddenly, Jackson’s look changed again. He glared at Stiles with a hard stare. “If you tell anyone...about any of this, I will kill you.” Jackson then stormed out of the bathroom.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” Stiles spoke sarcastically to himself as he now found himself alone. He looked into the mirror as he lost himself in his thoughts, trying to decipher what just happened as well as process the new information. He wanted to be there for his friend, but being pushed away was making it really hard. Being the relentless tidal wave of ambition that he was, he’d be damned if he’d let that stop him. You never give up on someone, especially someone who is hurting. Stiles knew that hurt all too well. He had lost his mom a couple years ago, but Jackson lost both of his and he never even knew them. He was going to research the shit out of this new mystery and maybe bring some peace and identity to Jackson.

#jackson whittemore #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #the sexapades of stiles stilinski #stackson

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mynamehan · 5 years

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Crush Culture - Peter Parker imagine

A/N: Totally got inspired by the AMAZING song called Crush culture by Conan Grey (check him tf out if ya haven’t).

warnings: none I think? minor swear words maybe. some angst but fluff mostly

word count: idk exactly but a bit on the longer side soz it’s worth it tho

paring: Peter Parker x Reader

summary: Your recent feelings towards Peter have been getting you down lately and when Valentine’s comes around, you feel yourself growing tired of it. Just as you plan on completely ditching your crush something unexpected happens.

Valentine’s Day.

A day most people viewed solemnly as a consumers trap. Even though you’d never actually had a proper valentine, you didn’t mind that other people did. Any day to celebrate kindness was a win in your eyes, and you had never had any problems with the slightly gimmicky day. At least, not until now.

Recently, feelings for the shy, sweet and kinda nerdy guy most people recognized as Peter Parker had surfaced, which put you in quite an unfortunate position. It didn’t take a genius to notice how he felt about a certain Liz Allen, seeing the way his dreamy gaze always seemed to lock on her in the hallway. For an observant person like you it was glass clear, he had fallen head over heels for her. As if that wasn’t enough, you being good friends with Michelle and being Ned’s childhood friend landed you some pretty juicy inside information on Parker’s more private thoughts.

Now, at Midtown High, Valentine’s Day wasn’t that big of a deal really, only a few decorations in hallways and the cafeteria were hung by members of the student council. A small contest involving guessing the right amount of Hershey’s Kisses in a large jar was an annual thing they arranged. To enter, you could either team up in two or go solo, and after carefully looking at the jar from all sorts of angles, you wrote down your name, class and guess. Last year, you and Michelle teamed up as a joke and ended up winning the entire jar of Hershey's, which you ended up sharing with Ned and Peter. This year though, you weren’t in the mood for sweets, really all you felt was bitterness.

I don’t care if I’m forever alone

I’m not falling for you

'Cause this baby is love-proof

You glanced over at Peter as he stood with Ned by his locker, nerding out over something and you pursed your lips in aggravation. Nope, you were not going to do this to yourself. Crushing on someone who isn’t interested in you is a bad move and also not a very healthy one.

“Hey loser, why ya looking so cranky?”

Michelle slammed herself into the locker next to yours, scrutinizing your facial expression. The bang she caused snapped you out of your stare but you continued furrowing your brows as you let your gaze fall on the darkness in your locker.

Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out

I know what you’re doing, tryna get me to pursue ya

Your eyes set on nothing in particular as Michelle gave you a light nudge in the side. “Dude, are you in a trance or som-“

“Michelle, I need you to distract me today.”

“What are you tal-“

“Just please.”

Cutting her off, you subtly let your gaze wander over to the two boys again, feeling your heart flutter as Peter let out a giggle over something Ned said. “Take me somewhere or tell me weird stories, you’re full of those.”

“Oookay, um, I plan on stylishly tearing apart some clothes after school to make them more grungy and I guess I could need someone to help me-“

You slammed your locker shut, keeping your gaze on the sweater wearing boy before abruptly turning on your heel and grabbing onto MJ’s arm. “Great. Let’s go talk about that.”

Oh no, don’t look in their eyes, 'cause that’s how they get you

After lunch and another two periods of trying to completely ignore the fact that all you could think about was Peter, the bell rang signalling the end of class. Scrambling your books, pens and papers into your arms, you got up and quickly started making your way out of the classroom. You didn’t get very far though until you felt a light tap on your shoulder to which you turned around sharply. As your gaze locked on a set of far too familiar brown eyes, you felt the air go out of you.

“Y-you dropped your, uh, your pen.”

Peter held up the blue pen with a shy smile on his lips.

“Hmm. Thanks.” You replied stiffly before turning to walk off but once again Peter stopped you.

“Hey, uh, Y/N. Are-are you okay? You seem kind of upset…”

Standing still in your spot, you closed your eyes and took a sharp breath. “I just, I’m not in the mood today, Peter.”

Your voice dripped with bitterness which made Peter frown slightly. “Well, are you sure, you seem-“

“I’m fine.” You snapped, not looking back the slightest as you hurried away.

And no I don’t want your sympathy, all this love is suffocating

Just let me be sad and lonely

Throwing your books into your locker, you held onto the blue pen just a few seconds longer before throwing it in with the rest. Sighing deeply, you let your head rest against the locker. Why couldn’t you get the stupid crush out of your head? Resting your temple against the metal, you frowned slightly, feeling a mixture of sadness and frustration.

Grabbing your calculus things and closing the locker you set off to go find MJ in the library where you had planned to meet up briefly before class. Passing by the doors to the cafeteria you couldn’t help but look at the table where Liz and another member of the student council were standing, managing the Hershey’s guessing contest. It was no wonder why Peter found her so attractive, hell, you were sure everybody did. Besides her looks, her all-around kindness and charisma were charming enough to win anyone over.

I don’t care what you’re saying, I don’t wanna participate in your game of manipulation

“Hey, Y/N! Wanna try for a kiss?” Liz’s preppy voice cut off your thoughts and you forced a smile. Walking up to her, you placed a strand of hair behind your ear, swallowing hard.

“Hey, Liz.” You greeted, taking a look at the nicely decorated table with the jar. “Wow, looks great this year. Have you been here all day?”

She nodded, giving you a beaming smile as she went on to talk about all the effort she and the others put into it. You couldn’t help but stare at the way her eyes lit up as she talked, which made you think of Peter’s eyes whenever he was excited.

“Are you gonna compete? Defend your title as the reigning queen of Hershey’s?” The both of you giggled at the nickname she gave you, and after a deep sigh, you bit your lip and took the piece of paper Liz held out for you.

Taking a close look at the jar of Hershey's you furrowed your brows as you tried to count them. Giving up after reaching 32 you shook your head lightly before scribbling down 68, adding a couple more thinking it couldn’t hurt. Handing back the pen and paper to Liz, she gave you a wink.

“Good luck, Y/N. Oh, and don’t forget that the winner is revealed at 3:30.” You nodded and said goodbye to her thinking to yourself that you’d probably be well on your way to MJ’s by then.

A sudden slam hit your body and almost made you lose your balance. A wave of rage boiled up in you and you swore to god that if the universe won’t stop putting you in situations like this, you’d lose all sense of hope. His warm eyes now had a worried and slightly scared look in them and you sighed heavily when you were once again face to face with them.

“Oh my-my god, Y/N, shit, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t, I wasn’t watching where I was going a-and suddenly you were there-“

Shut your damn mouth, you’re talking too loud

“It’s fine.” You averted your eyes and tried to push past him, but he caught you by your arm.

“Hey, is everything okay with you Y/N..? You’ve been so off the entire day, actually a lot lately… Did I do something to upset you? Please t-tell me if I did something wrong because we all know I’m pretty clueless most of the time.”

“More like oblivious…” You muttered out, barely catching his attention.

“W-what?”

You shook your head softly, dismissing his question. He kept his confused puppy eyes on you and eventually you dared to gaze up at them. Big mistake.

“Y/N, you can talk to me, you know that. I-I know we maybe aren’t super tight friends. Y-yet! But, um, I’m totally here and up for, uh, for venting-“ He rambled on, worry lacing his stutters.

You shook your head slowly, gaining solid eye contact with him. “I don’t, I don’t know how-”

You sighed defeated, filling Peter with an unsettling feeling. His kind eyes bore into yours and you felt trapped in a corner. What the hell were you supposed to say? Confess? You opened and closed your mouth a couple times and pressed your eyes shut before giving him a sad smile. “I can’t.”

Merely talking to him pained you. How could such a minor thing like having a crush make you feel like absolute garbage? You scurried away to the library only to see Ned sitting with MJ, making small talk. Slamming your book down as you sat next to MJ, you let your head fall to the table.

“I am having a horrible day today. I feel like I’m being punished.” Your words were muffled by the book, but Ned’s sympathizing hand on your shoulder made you look up.

Resting your chin on your hand, you managed to sit up just as Peter made his way into the room, cheeks pink and eyes bright. “I thought it would only be us two.” You hissed to MJ, to which she shrugged.

And no one cares if you two made out

“Holy crap, guys, you won’t believe what just happened. I went up to Liz and we actually had a solid 5 minute conversation. She, a-and me!”

“That’s great, Peter!” Ned uttered excitedly. “Maybe you can ask her out later then?”

“I-I don’t know, may-maybe? I might talk to her as she reveals the Hershey’s winners. Tell her I’m really impressed with the set-up or something.”

You and MJ shared a slightly annoyed look before turning back to the boys. “Congrats, you actually had a conversation with a person. Color me impressed.” MJ muttered out in her normal manner.

Peter rolled his eyes before continuing to blabber on. You couldn’t help but feel sick hearing him talk so fondly of her and not you.

“I’m gonna go home actually, I’m not feeling good. Sorry MJ but we’ll have to reschedule. Uh, good luck with Liz and everything, Peter. See ya, Ned.” With that you said goodbye to the trio, leaving them all pretty confounded.

Making your way down the halls and to your locker as fast as you could, you practically ran to the nearest subway station. Locking your front door behind you, you went straight to your room, ignoring your dad’s confused question as to why you were home so early. He knew not to press you on the subject so he let you cool down for a while. Throwing yourself on your bed, you let out a whimper as you felt tears prick at your eyes as you lost track of time. Being too caught up in your thoughts and self-pity, you didn’t even hear the doorbell ring about 30 minutes later or the knock on your door. Suddenly a familiar figure creaked your door open and leaned against the frame. You caught glimpse of him in the corner of your eye and practically flew up into a sitting position.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” You asked in utter confusion, furrowing your brows together.

He bit his lip gently as he took a step forward, revealing what he carried in his arms. The jar of Hershey’s.

“Uh, we, both won. They called a tie.” His eyes flickered between you and the floor. His nervous stature almost made you feel nervous as well.

“Oh, um. Well, thanks for coming here to tell me that. That’s very sweet of you.” He shrugged as you pursed your lips shut in the slightly awkward silence.

“Yeah, no, no problem at all. I-I was going to ask you if you wanted to share them o-over a movie or some-something?” Peter’s eyes met yours and you shook your head lightly, thinking you misheard him.

“What?”

Peter’s cheeks instantly flushed, thinking you had rejected the offer. He scratched the back of his neck as he stuttered out a response. “W-we don’t have to, I-I just thoug-”

“No!” You exclaimed, a bit louder than you intended which took Peter by surprise as you got up on your feet. “No, of course Peter! I-I’d love that.”

Putting some hair behind your ear, Peter offered you a shy smile. “G-great! Um, I-I’m free whenever really.”

Your smile grew as you took a few steps closer to him, taking the jar as he held it out to you. “Honestly, I thought you’d be busy, you know, taking Liz out or something...”

I’m sick of the kissing cult

Peter raised his brows momentarily before shaking his head. “Nah, she made it pretty clear that she was off limits, actually.” You gave him a confused look as he continued. “After revealing the winner, I went up to her to accept the prize and as we were chatting, some dude came and kissed her, so...” He shrugged and broke your eye contact.

“Oh, Peter, I’m so sorry... Well at least you have me as a back up.” Bumping your elbow on his arm in a jokingly matter, he looked up at you smiling.

“You’re not a back-up plan, Y/N.”

At a temporary loss for words, you chuckled as your heart fluttered.

“I, uh, it would an honor to accompany the two-times reigning master actually. Celebrate our victory.” A hint of red creeped its way up Peter’s neck.

As a grin made its way to your lips, you took a small step closer, now seeing the small details of his beautiful brown eyes. “Can’t wait.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #avengers endgame #spiderman far from home #peter parker imagine #crush #valentines day #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #tom holland

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psycho-slytherin · 5 years

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Strangers ch. 26

You see Xiumin again, and the drama is off to an interesting start.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Genre: Fluff

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Yoongi freezes. “Wh-what?”

His bewilderment is so adorable that you can’t possibly keep from laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, oh my god.”

Yoongi exhales loudly, as though he had been holding his breath. “Dumbass, you scared me.”

You pout. “Is the idea of kissing me that terrifying?” You’re joking, of course.

When Yoongi speaks his voice is low, half strangled.

“I mean, we’ll both only be acting, right?”

You blink once, twice. “Right, only acting...” you scratch your head, chuckling weakly. His flat tone is off-putting somehow. “Man, once this drama starts your fans are gonna keep going off–”

“Keep?”

Uh-oh. You instantly realize your mistake, backpedaling clumsily.

“I mean, I just meant, uh... you know, I guess ARMYs can be kind of... harsh? I’m only assuming,” you rush to add.

“Y/n... have you been getting hate from our fans?”

You gulp. Yoongi doesn’t follow you on Twitter, since he’s only online with the BTS account. If he hears the type of comments you’ve been receiving, he’ll worry, and his dorky ass might actually try to do something about it.

“Are you kidding? Of course not. I’d tell you if anything was bothering me,” you laugh, booping his nose playfully. The falsehood tugs at you, wrestling with your conscience, but you refuse to let it get to you. Of every lie you’ve told, this one isn’t bad.

“Anyways, I have hella homework and now that I have, you know, my own bed again...” you shift your weight from side to side. “Thanks again for letting me stay with you by the way.” I was in a bad place, the worst place, and you gave me everything. “I really appreciate it.”

Yoongi reaches out and rubs his thumb against the Starry Night bead resting at the hollow of your throat. “Of course, y/n, what are friends for?”

“Nerd.” You smile widely before shoving your hands in your coat pockets. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Yeah.”

Too jittery to ask for a ride, you turn and begin walking the familiar road back home.

“Y/n, wait!” You feel Yoongi grip your elbow and when you turn around, you very suddenly find your face an inch from his, his eyes devouring you, and his lips so, so, close...

Yoongi smirks. “Kidding. Catch you later, y/n.”

You swallow. “Right. Later.”

You spin on your heel and hightail it back to your apartment. What was that? Did he try to kiss you? Was he getting you back for teasing him earlier? And why, oh why did some very small part of you really want to kiss him, want to press your lips against his and–

Idiot. No. No no no no. If anyone in the whole wide world is off limits, then it’s him. Yoongi. The man with the big “DO NOT TOUCH” on his heart, so to speak. You can’t like him, never ever, and certainly not now, at the peak of his career.

Besides, you only felt that way because he was an idol, right? Right? Up until you met the guy, all you wanted was to marry him. And, of course, after acting out that scene for the audition– it’s only natural.

You shake your head, remembering the shiver that ran down your spine when his lips neared yours. What was happening to you? As you lie in bed, half asleep, your thoughts drift to what your life has become.

“Bitch.”

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

“Talentless, worthless, pathetic.”

The voices swirl around you, the insults flying like gusts of wind, and they tear at your frame, shoving you, forcing you to your knees and when you try to speak it feels like your words are sucked straight out of your lungs.

“Stop it!” You try to scream, but no noise leaves your mouth. “I didn’t do anything wrong! Stop it!”

“You touched him.”

“You talked to him.”

“You kissed him.”

“He’s ours!”

“Ours, ours, ours, ours, o-”

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

“Aah!” You bolt upwards, chest heaving, your forehead damp with sweat. You reach for your phone to shut off the alarm– your neighbors probably hate you by now.

Ugh, you’re sleepy, but you’ve got things to do. What else is new? It’s been... what, the third day in a row that you’ve gotten four hours of sleep? As you stand up, you feel a sudden dizziness. A few seconds later it passes, and you can go about your day.

And by day, you mean coffee. After you quit working at the cafe, your daily dose of caffeine had become more expensive– to the point where you finally gave in and bought a cheap coffee machine. Which, of course, has suddenly decided to stop working.

You watch the machine sputter and gasp, resulting in two drops of coffee and one headache. Great. You start filming for Moon Over the Sea today and you really can’t afford any mishaps. Especially if you’re filming with Yoongi.

No mishaps means caffeine. Caffeine means cafe. Cafe means...

Xiumin.

You shake your head and breathe deeply– you’re going to have to see your ex eventually, and your old cafe is on the way to the studio. It’s the only place you can stop if you want to get there on time.

The familiar bell jingles and you’re once more drawn into your old life– a life before you met Min Yoongi; a life when your love of BTS stemmed from music videos and interviews, not games and banter; a life when you were only an overworked acting student and not despised by thousands of ARMYs. A life when Xiumin was nothing more than a friendly coworker.

You walk to the counter, where a painfully familiar head of hair is making a drink.

“Hi, can I help y- oh.” His voice makes your heart stutter, because it’s Xiumin, he made you breakfast and visited you in the hospital and cheated on you with a girl he called beautiful...

In your head you’re punching him. Out loud, you merely steel yourself– “Hi, can I get a double espresso?” No please. He doesn’t deserve a please.

“Uh...” Xiumin swallows nervously, and you feel a small rush of satisfaction. “Yeah. It’s been a while, huh?”

Your smile remains frozen on your face. “My double espresso?”

Xiumin doesn’t move. “Y/n, come on, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. My espresso would be nice though.”

“I miss you.”

At his words you expect pain, you expect longing– you expect to want him back. And yet...

Your mind wanders to Yoongi. When you told him what happened with Xiumin, you saw his face: pure rage was reflected in those dark eyes.

“You deserve better,” he’d said during one of your long winded, alcohol-fueled rants.

He was right; you did deserve better. Is that why, now, you don’t feel a twinge in your heart on seeing your ex?

“Y/n, please, come back to me. Things can be just like how they were.”

His voice shakes you from your stupor, and your careful grip on your emotions loosens.

“How they were? Tell me, Xiumin, how exactly were things? Because I seem to recall a supposedly monogamous relationship in which we told each other everything, and I’m guessing you only recall how desperate you were to get your dick wet.”

Xiumin opens his mouth and you raise your eyebrows in response. “Answer me, I dare you.”

“You know, I could sue you for my birds,” he growls finally. “And my car. That’s property damage. I could sue you for every penny you’ve made from those ads, and that music video.”

You pause. What is he talking about? “Property damage?”

He scoffs. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You ruined my car!”

Delusional. “Whatever you say, Xiumin. Can you actually do your job and give me my coffee now?”

With an icy glare, he thrusts your espresso into your hands. As you saunter out, you turn and call to him: “Enjoy losing the one person in your life who could actually remember your name!”

He flips you off in response and, with that weight off your shoulders, your gait turns sprightly as you make your way to the studio. You arrive at 8am on the dot, and spy a familiar figure among the many milling around and awaiting direction.

You approach and tap him on the shoulder. “Yoongles~”

“Huh?” He turns around and it’s not him, it’s a face that’s very much not your Yoongi, it’s someone else, and you called him Yoongles–

“Oh! I’m, uh, sorry!” You turn and scuttle, cheeks flaming; you just bothered what must have been Yoongi’s body double, you’re such an idiot.

“You too, hm?” You hear a low chuckle and notice the real Yoongi leaning against a wall. “You’re the fifth person who thought he was me. Shit, I was confused when I saw the guy!”

You laugh with embarrassment. “Some friend I am.”

“Hey,” Yoongi leans forward and boops your nose. “You’re a good friend. Really.”

You blush. A world famous idol thinks you’re a good friend, even when all you’ve done is lie and pretend. How did you get so lucky? “Shut your face hole, nerd,” you reply, poking him before you get too sappy.

Yoongi opens his mouth to reply when you hear two loud claps echoing through the loud studio.

“Okay! Hello, cast and crew of Moon Over the Sea! I’m your director, Avery.” An elegant women with a curious accent speaks over the general chatter.

“You may notice I have an accent– that’s because I was raised in America. Now, we’re on a tight schedule so I expect all of you to work hard and productively for the next for months to make this drama the best it can be!”

The present company claps politely. “She seems nice,” you whisper.

“Here’s to hoping,” Yoongi murmurs in reply.

Avery consults a clipboard. “Now, for the scenes today I will need the following actors.” She reads aloud a list of names and you only tune in at “...Min Yoongi, and l/n y/n. The rest of the cast may go home– we’ll need everyone tomorrow, so be here bright and early.”

The studio empties out and the hair and makeup crews retreat to their respective areas. There are several extras and about a dozen named actors left after the movement ceases. Some of them you even recognize. You feel more than a little starstruck– you’re definitely the least attractive person here.

“As you know, this drama is inspired by the time-honored classic of Pride and Prejudice,” Avery continues. “Our leads will be played by Park Bo-young and Park Hyung-sik–” she nods at the familiar-looking actors and you blink hard, half blinded by the physical perfection. “– but the rest of you still have important stories to tell.”

You nod along, enraptured, and you see Yoongi smirk at you. He’s probably used to all the glitz and glam, but you’re savoring it– who knows how long it’ll last?

“For that reason, we’re filming Kim Ji-woo and Moon Sung-min first.” You jump at the summons of your character. “The scene is set for their first meeting, at the Sung family ball. I expect all actors and extras to be in costume and in character in the next half-hour. Go!”

Half an hour later you find yourself well dressed and slightly out of breath in a very realistic studio ballroom. Yoongi, infinitely more well dressed and not at all out of breath, nudges you.

“You look pretty,” he whispers.

“Not in comparison to literally everyone else,” you reply.

Yoongi looks like he’s about to say something when Avery approaches, barking orders at extras. “You and you, there. You, go there. Bo-young, you play Hyeon, and you’re y/n’s younger sister, so stand a bit behind her. You know your lines, yes? Good. Let’s start with Bo-young’s line. Ready, and... action!”

There’s a clap and the cameras begin rolling. In the grandly decorated ballroom, the extras talk quietly amongst themselves. You and Bo-young stand tall in your dresses.

“I do believe Moon Sung-min is looking at you, sister,” Bo-young says teasingly.

You glance up momentarily and catch Yoongi’s eye. He’s gazing at you intensely, eyes alight with interest.

You quickly blush and look away. “You’re mistaken. He’s far above us–”

“Which is why you should talk to him. Imagine the look on Mother’s face when she sees you with one of the wealthiest men here.”

“Hyeon!” you laugh. “Please, I could never!”

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going to have a choice, Ji-woo. He’s coming over~” Bo-young sings. “I’m going to go dance with the others. Have fun!”

“Sister–”

It’s too late, the fake crowd has swallowed her whole, and suddenly Yoongi is right in front of you and every cell in your body feels tense, nervous, as if it really is your first time meeting him.

“Hello. Miss Kim, yes?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his voice.

“Y-yes,” you reply, sweeping your skirts in a deep curtsy. “And you must be Mr. Moon Sung-min. Are you enjoying the ball?”

Yoongi’s voice dips low, laced with longing. “Much more now, I think.”

“Cut! Great, guys.” Avery’s voice draws you back to reality, back to a world where the man in front of you isn’t meant for you. “Let’s take it from the top– that chemistry was crackling. I’m sure we’ll get it perfect in the next few takes.”

Suddenly an assistant holding a buzzing phone scurries up to Avery and hands it to her. With a nod of apology to the cast, she answers.

“Hello? Yes, this is she... What? Hang on, we have that area scheduled for filming on those dates. Who–” Avery’s voice turns icy. “I understand. What other times are available...? Oh, you’re kidding. Okay. Okay. Yes, crystal clear. Thank you, goodbye.”

As she hangs up she sighs deeply. “This is gonna mean a lot of emails.”

“What happened?” You ask.

“We have a number of outdoor scenes scheduled in a few weeks and we reserved an area for filming, but someone bought out the space. They can move our time, but... it’s a pain. We’ll have to redraw the filming schedule and move those scenes forward.”

“How forward?”

Avery grimaces. “Starting tomorrow. Congrats, Yoongi, y/n– we’re filming your first kiss tomorrow. Alright everyone, let’s get back to work!”

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do you super special, super serious swear? | ralbert

pairing: race/albert

genre: mostly fluff (a little bit of hurt/comfort)

warnings and things you might want to know just in case: swearing, theres a pretty bad panic attack scene, race cries a lot just a heads up, theres a breakup, albert’s heartbroken for a little while n so is race

other things: this is very LONG but i swear its adorable and worth the read

×××

albert and race have been friends since even before they could remember. they've seen each other go through everything - race crying and screaming when he lost his first baby tooth; albert coming home seething with rage from his first fight with boys who thought it would be okay to pick on his friends; race going through his first break-up; and, most recently, albert getting extremely stoned the night before high school graduation and coming to the ceremony barely holding himself together.

one thing that's remained consistent throughout the years is their super special, super serious swear. what's that? well, let's take a look.

age five

albert dasilva sniffles as he sits on the rug in the corner of the classroom, absent-mindedly playing with some of the toys scattered across the floor. grandma told him he'd have lots of fun and make lots of friends his first day, but so far, that hasn't happened.

he gets startled when two small fingers snap directly in front of him, and he looks up with confusion and tears in his eyes, mumbling a small huh?

a boy about his age with curly blond hair and bright blue eyes with a smile even brighter returns his gaze, sitting down directly across from him. his grin grows wider and he holds his hand out to shake, like how their teacher had taught them to properly introduce themselves. following those same instructions, he says, "hi!! my name's anthony. what's your name?"

albert tries to recall the next phrase their teacher had demonstrated, and does his best. he shakes the boy’s hand and replies, "h-hi, anthony... my- um... i'm albert."

"nice to meet you, albert!"

albert feels the smallest hint of a smile grow on his face. "nice to meet you, too, anthony."

"do you wanna be friends? i wanna be friends so you can call me tony, 'cause all my friends call me tony."

albert smiles wider and nods. "i'd love to be friends."

anthony - no, tony, because they’re friends now - gasps. "if we're gonna be friends, we're gonna have to keep secrets. we have to invent a special secret promise so you know i wont tell your secrets and i know you won't tell mine!"

"w-wow... um.. okay..."

"gimme your hand."

"what?"

"gimme your hand, albie!"

"albie...?"

tony nods. "it's your nickname! you know how tony is my nickname? it's like a short version of your real name or something."

albert smiles softly,,, “my nickname. i... like that. it sounds nice.”

“yay!!” tony giggles and claps, and albert chuckles softly before giving his new friend his hand.

tony grins widely and adjusts the way albert has his hand outstretched, so that his palm is facing forward as if he’s about to receive a high-five. then he presses his palm flat to albert’s, laughing quietly at the small size difference of their hands, with albert’s being smaller. as he does this, he says, “okay, so when i do this... you sort of, um...”

not quite sure how to explain it, race laces his fingers through albert’s and squeezes his hand gently. “you do that. and if you put your hand on my hand, then i do that. okay?”

albert smiles and nods. “okay.”

age eight

“anthony,” tony’s mother speaks soothingly as she cleans the blood and dirt off and around the scrape on his knee. he sniffles and whimpers softly in response. when he flinches at the slightest touch on his thigh, she turns to albert, who’s looking at his best friend in concern.

“how did he fall, honey?”

albert turns to face elisa higgins, nervously fidgeting with the hems of his sleeves. “he was racin’ me from the bus stop to see who could get here the fastest but he tripped on the way...”

“it’s never happened before,” tony speaks up suddenly, wiping his tears away. “i race ‘im here every day, mama...”

“maybe some days you should just slow down, tonio,” elisa warns subtly, the only actual sign of a warning being the italian variation of his nickname.

“o-okay...”

elisa sighs softly and asks tony to show the hand he scraped so she can clean it up and bandage it, too.

when doing so, he outstretches his other hand to albert, palm-up. albert looks at him strangely.

“super special, super serious swear that you’ll always be there to pick me up when i fall, like ya did today,” tony says sternly as he locks eyes with albert.

albert chuckles as he presses his palm to his friend’s. “that’s what we’re naming it?”

“you got any better ideas, albie?” tony smiles slightly and intertwines their fingers.

“nah... you got me there,” albert grins and squeezes tony’s hand. “we should start callin’ you racetrack or somethin’, you know, ‘cause you like racin’ so much.”

“albert, that’s actually really genius,” elisa chuckles. albert grins proudly, and tony snorts.

“actually, i kinda like that... racetrack,” he says with a smile.

“racetrack it is!” albert exclaims triumphantly.

elisa smiles softly as the boys dissolve into a fit of laughter and snorts.

age thirteen

the all-too-familiar loud crackle of thunder rings outside the window, eliciting a broken sob from race as he wraps his arms around his knees and trembles on his side of the bed. it’s late at night - four in the morning, maybe - and albert’s asleep beside him, snoring loudly. while that’s usually the thing keeping race awake during their sleepovers, the sound seems faint tonight; distant, almost nonexistent compared to the ringing in his ears.

the world is spinning around him, vision fading in and out of complete darkness as nausea builds up in his stomach. he’s positive that if he opens his mouth he’s going to vomit. but a cough comes out instead, evidently violent and loud enough to wake albert. he sits up and frowns.

“racer?”

race shakes his head, breaths coming out quick and short, getting concerningly more rapid.

“shit,” albert breathes. he turns to face race and grips his shoulders gently. “racer... tony. tonio, listen to me. can you hear me? can you look at me? look at me, please,” he requests softly. race drags his gaze up to meet albert’s, and shakily, he extends a hand. albert takes it and squeezes it, lacing his fingers through race’s.

“super special, super serious swear i’m here for you. i’ll always be here for you,” albert assures him. “breathe for me, tony? in for four, out for four. go slow. take your time. here, do it with me.”

albert begins inhaling slowly for four beats of silence, then lets go of the breath just as slowly for another four. he does it a few times before race manages to follow along with him, mimicking his actions carefully, tightening his grip on albert’s hand so much so that his knuckles turn white. albert winces slightly at the feeling, but adjusts quickly.

after a few minutes, race’s breathing begins to normalize, and his hold on his best friend’s hand loosens. his vision becomes less hazy and the awful feeling building up in his throat and stomach starts to fade. he closes his eyes for a few seconds before sighing slowly and blinking.

“thank you, albie... i love you,” he whispers.

“i... yeah, you’re- you’re welcome, race.” albert smiles softly, ignoring the strange flutter-like feeling in his chest after hearing race say ‘i love you.’ he figures it’s just because it feels nice to hear anyone say that, so he shrugs it off as he helps his friend settle back into bed.

age fourteen

it’s the summer before race and albert’s freshman year.

“holy shit,” race says as he falls back onto albert’s bed, staring at the ceiling. albert lies down next to race, propping his elbow up on the bed to rest his head on his hand.

“what?”

“we’re gonna be high schoolers, albo.”

“oh... yeah. crazy, huh?”

“crazy... scary,” race mumbles.

albert frowns. “why?”

“‘cause... high school’s gonna be different, albie. maybe you’re gonna get super popular and i won’t, because i’m just this skinny theater nerd who people are probably gonna pick on. and- and when you’re popular and i’m a freaking nobody, you’re gonna leave me and all our other friends are gonna follow you ‘cause you’re cool and i’m- i’m gonna be lonely...” race speaks faster and tears up as he gets more nervous, and albert sits up, prompting race to follow.

“tonio... breathe...” albert tells race.

race sniffles and takes one deep breath, then two, then three.

“i’m sorry...”

“don’t be sorry...” albert smiles affectionately at race and holds his palm up. race’s eyes light up and he places his hand against albert’s, and albert entwines their fingers.

“i’m not going anywhere, high school or college or whatever,” he tells race confidently. “you’re stuck with me forever. i super special, super serious swear.”

race giggles. “oh, man, is that even grammatically correct?”

“no, but that’s eight-year-old race’s fault.”

“fuck you.”

“love youuu.”

race smiles, brushing off the way his heart skips a beat when albert says that. “love you, too, albie.”

age fifteen - summer before sophomore year

“i have something to tell you,” they both say at the same time, and it’s followed by a chuckle from both of them.

albert smiles nervously. “it’s okay, i can wait. you go first.”

“i have a girlfriend, albie!” race exclaims, grinning.

albert feels his heart drop to his stomach and swallows, managing to keep his smile from faltering. “o-oh... wow, racer. that’s awesome. congrats!”

“her name’s sierra and, god, albie, she’s so amazing...” race smiles dreamily. he snaps out of his daze after a moment, though, and locks eyes with albert. “what did you wanna tell me?’

“i-i... well, i... i’m bi...” and you’re the reason i realised it, he wanted to add initially. but he can’t do that now. “so, uh... yeah.”

race leans over and brings albert’s hand up, pressing their palms together. “it’s okay, albo... i’m pan. that was also something i wanted to tell you.”

albert laces their fingers together. “what’s this a promise for, tony?”

“it’s a super special, super serious swear, you uncultured swine,” race scoffs dramatically, making albert chuckle. “it’s a swear that we’ll always be there for each other. if anyone’s biphobic towards my best friend, they’re gonna have to catch these hands!”

“please never say that again,” albert groans, and race throws his head back in that laughter he loves to hear so much.

don’t think about that, albert, he scolds himself.

“but yeah,” he adds, “if anyone ever picks on you, i’ll deck ‘em!”

“you’re the best,” race chuckles, and albert smiles a genuine smile this time.

“so, you and sierra... how’d ya meet?”

“oh! well, we met in june when i went to that theater camp i’d been telling you about all year. we got really close really fast and at the end of camp i asked her out, and she said yes!! plus, it turns out she’s transferring to our school, so we can go to homecoming together in october! she’s so pretty and smart and funny and talented, albie. i think i really am in love...”

“you deserve it, race,” albert says softly. “you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

race grins and punches albert’s shoulder lightly. “what a fuckin’ sap.”

“you’re rubbing off on me, you cheesy fuck.”

“maybe that’s a good thing.”

“yeah,” albert laughs, hoping race doesn’t notice the waver in it. “maybe it is.”

age sixteen - sophomore year

when albert is wiping the sweat off his forehead after the homecoming game and heading to the parking lot to meet race, he doesn’t expect to find race already sitting cross-legged and hunched over on the hood of the beat-up pickup truck albert started driving only recently. as he gets closer, he hears sniffles and whimpers, and- oh, shit, is race crying?

“racetrack?” albert asks, concern lacing his words.

“a-albie, i...” race swallows thickly and sobs, voice breaking. “she broke up with me, r-right before the dance...”

albert’s eyes widen. “why would she do that...?”

“she just- god, al, i really thought she was this amazing person, b-but the second this guy on your team asked her out, she dropped me like some piece of- of garbage and now she’s going out with him...” race sniffles and wipes his tears away frantically. “she was my first real kiss, albert... i- i can’t...”

“let’s bring you home, racer.”

“wh-what? albie, no, you- i- the dance-”

“there is no fucking way you’re going to this dance, race. you just had your fucking heart broken by this fucking girl who clearly didn’t realise how absolutely fucking lucky she was to have someone as amazing as you,” albert cuts race off, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. race hesitantly lifts his head to look at albert. “we’re gonna bring you home, okay? mrs. higgins told me she has, like, three new tubs of mint choco chip waiting for you in the fridge, and we can binge watch all of john mulaney’s specials together. you deserve to have this time to be upset, race, so you can move on for the better sooner.”

•••

race pauses the special - in the middle of the comeback kid, their favourite one - and turns to look at albert, who’s in the middle of eating a spoonful of his favourite flavour of ice cream: rocky road. race giggles at him, and he looks over, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“what?” he asks through a mouthful of ice cream.

“nothing... just... um... well, it’s kind of stupid...” race plays with the corner of the blanket they’re sharing, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

albert swallows the ice cream before speaking again. “race, a good ninety percent of what we say is more than just kind of stupid. what’s up?”

“well, um... i was wondering if, maybe, if- if neither of us have dates to prom next year, if we can go together?”

albert can’t help the grin that makes its way onto his face. maybe he’s a little upset that the boy he’s been crushing on for nearly three years now isn’t going to be his date to prom, but hey, he’ll take what he can get. “hell yeah, tony! wanna swear on it?”

“fuck yeah,” race responds, grinning brightly back at albert, whose heart leaps into his throat at the sight. damn you for being so pretty, he thinks as he puts his palm up against race’s and entangles their fingers.

“super special, super serious swear,” they say simultaneously, laughing.

age seventeen

they’ve made it to their junior year prom! neither race nor albert end up with dates, so, as super specially, super seriously sworn, they end up going to prom together. not as dates, just as best friends.

race is out on the dance floor with some of their other friends, and albert’s chosen to hang back by the snack table, where jack and jojo approach him with friendly smiles. he smiles back and waves.

“how come you aren’t on the dance floor with race, al?” jojo asks.

albert chuckles and shrugs. “not a dancer.”

“no, you are. you’re just choosing to hang out here to you can shovel strawberries and shrimp into your tux to smuggle out of prom,” jack jokes, cackling. jojo giggles softly and punches jack’s arm faintly, rolling his eyes in a fond manner.

“awww, damn, jackie. you caught me,” albert states sarcastically, and they all laugh.

“no, but really, i swear you love food more than you love race,” jojo chuckles.

albert freezes, and the other boys frown.

“did i say something wrong, albert?” jojo asks, getting ready to apologise.

“no!” albert replies quickly, knowing jojo could stand there for hours apologising. he was too nice. “i just... um... you’re right, no. i do- i do love race.”

“shit, al,” jack says, eyes widening. “do you...?”

albert nods and smiles nervously. he and jack nearly jump out of their skin when jojo squeals and claps, jumping up and down. “albo, that’s so cute!” he exclaims excitedly.

“speak of the devil,” jack states, tilting his head and gesturing towards race, who’s approaching albert. he looks nervous, albert notes with confusion and a bit of concern.

“we’ll leave you two alone. we got dates to find for the slow dance anyway. it’s about to start,” jojo grins, grabbing jack’s arm and dragging him to who knows where.

“u-um, hey.” race says when he’s close enough for albert to be able to hear him over the loud conversations of everybody in the room. he looks up at albert and smiles a little, and albert feels his heart melt more than he thought possible.

“hey,” he replies softly, smiling down at his friend.

“they’re about to play the slow songs...”

albert nods. “i know. jo just told me.”

“would you- um- would- would you, like...” race trails off and looks down, taking a few deep breaths before looking back up at albert. “do you wanna dance with- with me?” his voice quivers a little, and albert takes his hand and squeezes it quickly.

“i’d love that, race.”

race’s eyes widen in surprise. “really?”

“really.”

so, they’ve made their way to the dance floor. albert wraps an arm around race’s waist and race places a hand on albert’s shoulder. both unsure about what to do with their free hands, they press their palms together on instinct, laughing softly when they realise they’ve had the same idea. race laces his fingers through albert’s and albert smiles.

“this a promise?”

race locks eyes with him, smiles that same tiny smile albert loves so much, and he nods. “a promise we’ll always be together. a super special, super serious swear that we’ll always be together.”

“together?” albert echoes.

“together.” race nods once more.

albert leans down and captures race’s lips in a kiss, because god damn everything else, he can’t help himself. the kiss is full of four years of love, of yearning, of passion, and fear, and everything else albert has always felt either for race or because of him. and race kisses back, and albert nearly cries. he’sd thought about this before and he’s thought it would be amazing, but this is even further beyond anything he’s ever thought it’d feel like, because this? this is real and it’s happening right now and he can’t believe it. he loves his best friend and his best friend loves him back, and he’s kissing him back, and it’s all he can think about right now because right now all there is is race. race’s cheeks, race’s lips, race’s waist, race’s chest pressing up against albert as he’s tugged impossibly closer.

when albert breaks away, he’s gasping for air, and so is race. the sound of cheers fill their ears as they realise that they just had their first kiss together at prom, in front of all their classmates and friends.

“i love you,” albert whispers.

race grins, heart beating a mile a minute at the new meaning those words bear now. “i love you, too, albie.”

age eighteen

race can tell something’s up the moment he sees albert in his chair in the auditorium the morning of their graduation ceremony. he’s on the verge of falling asleep; he can barely keep his eyes open.

race sits down next to albert and taps him on the shoulder. albert jolts up, kicking the chair in front of him hard and swearing loudly at the pain that suddenly shoots through his foot.

“baby, are you okay?” race frowns, holding albert’s hand and running his thumb over his boyfriend’s knuckles gently.

“finch ‘n’ tommy got me high last night, racer...” albert groans, rubbing his temples.

“holy. fuck.” race snorts and bursts into laughter, causing albert to swat at him and whine. “god, al, even i’m not stupid enough to get high before my fucking high school graduation. you three are gonna regret this so much!”

“let’s just be grateful davey’s valedictorian,” albert sighs.

“yeah, partly ‘cause davey wasn’t dumb enough to get stoned before his last day as a high schooler.”

“shut up, asshole.”

race chuckles and shakes his head. “just don’t do anything dumb when you’re up there, okay? it’s only, like, a minute or less.”

“i’ll try for you.” albert smiles fondly and presses his palm to race’s, who laces his fingers through albert’s.

albert squeezes race’s hand and he grins a little bit. “what’s this one for, albie?”

“it’s for sticking together no matter what the future holds. and i know we made a promise like this a while ago, but i really need it now more than ever, race. i need you. i love you.”

tears glimmer in race’s eyes and he stares up at albert with nothing but pure adoration and love. “i love you, too... and we are gonna stick together no matter what, albie.”

they share a small kiss.

“i super special, super serious swear.”

•••

after the ceremony, elisa drives race and albert to the higgins household. their friends were throwing a party, but when albert was practically collapsing on the ground race decided it was time for him to rest.

“i’m very proud of you two, you know,” elisa says, looking into the rearview mirror with a smile. albert’s slouching low enough to be able to rest his head on race’s shoulder, and the boys both return her smile with the same warmth. “you’ve gotten into the same college, haven’t you?”

“nyu, baby!” race cheers. albert laughs and presses a kiss to race’s neck with minimal effort.

“nyu,” he nods before falling asleep.

age twenty-three

“i can’t fucking believe you got crowd surfed,” albert shakes his head in disbelief as he and race walk home to their apartment. well, it was more of a stumble. they’d both gotten a little bit buzzed. it’s well past 2 a. m. and they’re headed back from the graduation party katherine threw at her house.

“yeah, well, i can’t believe you actually had the confidence to climb on top of the table and fucking serenade me, albert,” race counters.

“guess it just shows how strong my love for you is,” albert coos as he unlocks their apartment door after climbing up the small set of stairs. race pretends to gag, and albert laughs, kissing his nose.

•••

“i’m really tired,” albert whines. race chuckles and climbs into bed next to albert.

“go to sleep, then,” race snorts.

“need you for that,” albert mumbles tiredly, and the comedic mood melts away into a gentle, loving one as race smiles softly at the boy across from him. he moves closer and pecks albert’s lips.

“i love you.”

“love you, too...”

“forever and always, albie.”

“forever and always, tony.”

race grins and holds his hand out. albert chuckles and presses his palm to race’s, and race weaves his fingers through albert’s, and albert swears he’ll never be over the way their hands seem to fit together so perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle meant to click.

“super special, super serious swear,” albert murmurs, kissing race softly. race returns the kiss and squeezes albert’s hand.

albert is the one to break the kiss, letting go of race’s hand to wrap an arm around him and pull him close. race tucks his face into the crook of albert’s neck and kisses there softly, drawing a drowsy smile from albert as they both drift into a pleasant, dreamless sleep.

age twenty-five

race leans against albert, staring out at the sunset in front of them, loving the reflections of the beautifully multicoloured sky on the crystal clear ocean water. they’re standing up, having planned to leave roughly twenty minutes ago, but they got distracted by the scenery ahead, pausing to admire it.

“thank you for this, albie...” race says softly, lifting his head to look at albert and smiling. albert smiles back.

“eight years together. not a very specific or significant milestone, but i wanted to at least do a little something.”

“a little something?” race chuckles. “albert, we’ve gone hiking, had dinner in the mountains, crashed at the beach, and now i’m looking at the prettiest sunset i’ve ever seen. it’s been more than just a little something. it’s been everything.”

“you’re my everything.”

“sap.”

“you’re rubbing off on me,” albert looks down at race knowingly. race grins and kisses his cheek.

“racer?”

“mmhm?”

“i have to ask you something.”

“so, ask it!” race giggles.

albert smiles nervously and lets go of race before getting down on one knee. he pulls out a small box, opens it to reveal a ring that race remembers him eyeing when they’d gone to the mall with katherine, jack, specs, romeo, and some of their other friends. he gasps softly, and albert chuckles quietly.

“i, um... i really don’t even know where to start, anthony. we were literally five years old when we met, and i didn’t ever think i’d be here, celebrating eight years of being your boyfriend. your fucking boyfriend. for eight years. eight of the most incredible years of my life, holding you, kissing you, pulling pranks with you, loving you. before that, i got to spend twelve years being your best friend. and for all twenty of those years, i’ve gotten to grow with you and i’ve gotten to catch every curveball life has thrown at me with you by my side. i want to spend the rest of my years loving you as hard as i can, not just as your boyfriend, but as your husband and your best friend. this is gonna be, like, the biggest super special, super serious swear we’ve ever made, but... i’m ready for it. so, anthony ‘racetrack’ higgins, will you marry me?”

“i-i...” race chokes on a sob of pure joy, and nods furiously. “albert... albie, i- i don’t even... yes... oh my god, albert, a million times yes!”

albert grins widely and slides the ring onto race’s finger, falling a little bit more in love with race when a giggle of nothing but absolute happiness escapes his mouth, and he stands up to press their palms together and lace their fingers together and this time, they both squeeze. this isn’t albert’s promise or race’s promise. this is their promise, and they plan on keeping it for the rest of their days.

age twenty-six

“racer!” albert calls. “did finch show you the wedding photos?”

“they’re already out?” race asks in surprise.

“digitally,” albert nods. “he’ll have the physical copy to us by the end of next week.”

“god, albie,” race breathes, falling back onto their bed like he did so many years ago at albert’s house before their first year of high school. “we’re husbands now. we have the same last name.”

“i know all of this, yes,” albert says teasingly. race scoffs and turns over to shove him lightly. albert cackles and leans over to kiss race quickly before unlocking his phone and opening up the email he got from finch. he opens the files and hands it over to race, whose eyes light up the moment they see the screen.

“we are so hot,” he says, and albert bursts into laughter.

“i fucking love you, you idiot.”

“i love you, too, al.” race giggles and turns his head to kiss albert’s nose. he switches the phone off after going through all the photos and sets it on the nightstand beside him, turning to face albert properly. he holds his palm out and albert does what he has to do, and this time they both squeeze, too.

“anthony higgins-dasilva, i super special, super serious swear to keep loving you as much as i can and making you as happy as i can for the rest of my life,” albert whispers.

a tear of happiness slides down race’s cheek and he smiles lovingly at his husband. “i super special, super serious swear to always do the same, albert higgins-dasilva.”

they share a soft, slow kiss, taking all the time they need, because now they know they have each other, and they don’t need to go anywhere for a while.

×××

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Writer's Block Person #40: "Too Much Time Inside My Own Skull" Part Two

Last time:

From within the helmet came a voice, swallowing, struggling to get the word out. "Skull..." They threw their head back and howled. "SKULL WRITER'S BLOCK PERSON!"

Now [still early March 2018]:

"Oh, heck." Whisperion pushed herself up with her staff and got to her feet. Something not-so-nice had actually come out of Writer's Block Person's psyche. What should she do?

Keep her word. Fight alongside it. She pointed her staff, and energy flowed into her friend's distorted form; she could feel it distorting along the way, but they shook themselves out and howled again, replenished.

The monstrous man rose up, tilting forward as if pulled by strings, and stared into Skull Writer's Block Person's burning gaze. "Ohhh, I see." The sneer came through. "You think your anger is special--"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" With two long steps, Skull Writer's Block Person crossed the distance between them, ramming their shoulder into the monstrous man and knocking him askew. "I DON'T CARE!"

The monstrous man staggered back. He laughed, but it had a haggard, stressed edge. "Yeah you do. Yeah you do."

Skull Writer's Block Person ROARED! Their claws lashed out, and sparks burst from the monstrous man's chest. "People like you just keep fucking with us and making things hard for no goddamn reason and I can't stand your bullshit anymore! I! Don't! Know! Why! You! Just! Don't! Be! GOOD!"

The monstrous man let out a grunt of pain, but it turned into a sardonic chuckle. Shadows surrounded his fist and he took a swing at Skull Writer's Block Person, who blocked it with a solid arm, then swung that arm out in a powerful, spark-flaring attack.

Holy cow. If nothing else, this transformation was having an impact. Whisperion focused on the battle, channeling the different flavors of darkness curling around Skull Writer's Block Person into light and life. Maaaaybe this was okay?

In Writer's Block Person's head, it was not okay, and at the same time, it was glorious. It was fire and rage and righteousness and truth and helpless shouting at the void. And then they heard the void whispering back.

There's so much pain to this, it whispered. The pain of people's suffering. If you let go of it, you could have this fire, this strength, without the pain... you could be strong... I made this one strong, but you could be stronger... get it?

For a moment, Skull Block Person stood, smoldering in place.

"Yeah," they said. "I get it."

With both hands, they grabbed the monstrous man, gripping the plates of hardened material on his chest, and ripped them away! "I GET that you want to FUCKING use me like you USED everyone in the FUCKING WORLD, you ASSHOLE!"

The man shouted in pain, real pain, sounding helpless, stumbling back. The unprotected-- material? flesh? was red-gray, and shadow streamed from it. Skull Writer's Block Person lashed out along the unprotected flesh, and it bled bright, bursting in lines of blazing sparks. "You want to turn us all into your pathetic machines to make money or what-the-fuck-EVER and for WHAT? NOTHING!"

No... whispered a voice.

Whisperion's head jerked up - she heard the voice - recognized it, or rather, the way it threaded through the wrinkles of her brain - this was a demon.

For everything... For power... all the power in all the worlds... you could have it... could be mine... ours...

"Get. The fuck. OUT OF MY SKULL!" Skull Writer's Block Person grabbed the monstrous head, stared into its glowing green eyes, and blazed. Their eyes burned a red whose color went beyond the physical operation of rods and cones, an impossible hyperbolic ultrascarlet that burst right through the electromagnetic spectrum and into the metaphysical.

There was a sound that didn't exist, sheet metal being ripped apart overlaid with heavy static. The demon was screaming. The man's body was frozen in a rictus of shock, his face tight, without the glee, without the power.

Skull Writer's Block Person let go of his head, and he fell, boneless, to the pavement and the grass. They spread their arms and screamed at the sky. "STOP DOING THIS TO ME!"

"Drew, it's okay!" Whisperion tossed her staff to the side and raised her hands. "It's done, you can stop--"

"NO I CAN'T!" They covered their face with their claws, panting, great ragged breaths. She could see the tension in their arms, the little twitches that accompanied every movement. "It's not done, I, Whisperion-- you can feel it, right-- I--" Their shoulders went up and a series of shudders wracked their body. "Min-young, I gotta-- they're so awful and maybe I can fix it and maybe I can fight it because they're all out there and they're HURTING us and I HAVE TO STOP THEM!" They threw their head back and screamed, and leapt into the air, and out of sight.

Shit, thought Whisperion, this has officially gone Too Far. Someone had to snap them out of this. ...unfortunately, she didn't know how. Maybe if the demon--

She looked and nope. The monstrous man was gone. Well, double shit!

Okay, keep it together. Her staff blazed with light and she cleared the last of the darkness out of her system, clearing her head. They had a lot of allies; who among them would be best to stop a Writer's Block Person who had gone off and--

Oh, duh. Whisperion looked around. Which one of these was Distraction Damsel's house?

...well, probably the one with the lawn gnomes in hot pink and banana yellow, the snow sculpture of humanity swordfighting God, and the big sign that said "NOT THE HOUSE OF DISTRACTION DAMSEL, THAT'S FOR SURE" on the roof. Must be nice to live in a neighborhood without a homeowner's association.

Whisperion picked her way across the crazy-paving walk and knock-knock-knocked on the door with the window painted on it. "Hoy! Alarums! Calls to action! Distraction Damsel, I need your help!"

The intercom (disguised as a fake rock with a fake key under it) crackled. "Look," said Distraction Damsel, "I told y'all. I don't fight bad guys, I just fight heroes when they need fightin'."

"No, no, no," said Whisperion. "It's Writer's Block Person! They've gone berserk!"

A loud squee came out of the intercom, and then it went silent. Whisperion heard a door open and slam shut on the other side of the house, and Distraction Damsel ran out from behind a stand of rainbow flamingos. "Eee!" she said. "Kismessitude! :D"

Hey, wait, has Distraction Damsel been described yet? Wow, no. Okay, I'll do that now: She's a lanky black girl, speckled with vitiligo, with foofy pink hair, wearing purple glasses, a holofoil bodysuit, and oversized golden gloves and boots like in anime or Mickey Mouse. She wears a purple cargo utiliskirt with oversized pockets full of distractions; glitter, confetti, inflatable dolls, just one more episode, ponderings on the ineffability of existence, and so on. Right now she is very happy so let's continue with that.

The two of them got on Whisperion's moped and sped over to where all the yelling was coming from. Skull Writer's Block Person was standing outside a (thankfully closed) restaurant, yelling at a "NO LOITERING" sign.

"...trying to make it illegal for people to EXIST, or just to be POOR!?" In a single blow, they slashed the sign to ribbons, scoring the brick beneath with clawmarks. The one janitor who had been in the place exited quietly out the back door because they sure as hell weren't dealing with this today.

"Yikes." Distraction Damsel flipped off the moped and ran her hands thru her hair, making it extra foofy. "This is gonna be easy, tho."

"Seriously?" said Whisperion, raising an eyebrow. "They look pretty focused."

"Watch and learn." Distraction Damsel pirouetted up to Skull Writer's Block Person. "Hey, nerd!"

They spun, claws at the ready. "Viv! Nrrrrgh--" Their hands went to their head. "Keep back, I gotta-- gotta focus, I can't--"

Before Skull Writer's Block Person could finish their thought, Distraction Damsel pointed at them and said, "Why don't you just put the whole world in a bottle??"

"Er..." Skull Writer's Block Person lowered their hands, and their burning crimson eyes blinked in confusion. "What?"

"Whoops, wrong one." Distraction Damsel pulled a stack of index cards out of her pocket and leafed thru them. "Here we go..." She tossed them over her shoulder and pointed at Skull Writer's Block Person again. "If you're fighting the bad guys with your new powers, when are you going to have time to write?"

"Uh... well, I guess I'm gonna have to rest sometime, so--"

"And if you're doing that when are you gonna have time to hang out with people?"

"Er, well, if they want to fight evil with me--"

"And if you're doing that what about those books you wanna read,"

"Um--"

"and what about going to those community meetings you're always talking about,"

"Uh--"

"Or organizing your stuff better, or learning to draw, or having a sexy time, or--"

POP-hwoosh! In a burst of crimson light, Skull Writer's Block Person de-transformed, and Drew tumbled to the sidewalk. "...ow..."

Distraction Damsel mimed blowing off a pair of six-shooters and stuck them in her belt. "My job here... is done!"

"Oh, right," said Whisperion. "They de-transform when they can't figure out what to do. I forgot it worked that way."

[Half an hour later...]

Writer's Block Person finished their turkey on rye and drank their glass of water. "Thanks." They leaned back. "I feel a lot better."

Whisperion nodded, clearing away the plates. "Good!" She deposited them in the kitchen, then came back and stood in the doorway, arms crossed. "You gotta take care of yourself, you nerd, or else shit like this happens."

"Ehe..." Writer's Block Person rubbed the back of their head and smiled. "You're right."

"Seriously, I was really worried about you." She took a step forward. "You really can't do shit like that. You're going to really hurt yourself and... and..." She ran across the room and swept them up in her arms, one around their back, one around the back of their head. "And you're too important for that. You're too good."

Writer's Block Person made a "mrhf!" noise as she embraced them, surprised but welcoming, and put their arms around her as best they could. She pressed their head into her shoulder, and they nuzzled in, standing there for a few minutes, cuddling, breathing.

Eventually, she let go. They gave her a little kiss on the neck, and took a step back, though their hands were still on her sides. "Sorry for worrying you, hon."

She chucked, smiled down at them. "It's okay."

"I dunno if I'm actually important, tho. Like, Comic Book Resources would probably call me a C-lister."

Whisperion snerked. "You're important to me, nerd."

Writer's Block Person smiled. "Fair fair. Then I guess, since I love you and all, I gotta take care of what's important to you. Which means..." They let go of her, spinning to point into the distance melodramatically. "It's time to activate... The Zero Closet!!"

Whisperion gasped, then clenched her fist. "Good luck!"

"Thank you!" Writer's Block Person leapt over to the closet, tossed the door open, then spun dramatically to look at her. "I'll need it!"

Whisperion held up her fist for a moment, trembling... then broke out in guffaws. "Heeheeheehee. Okay, weirdo." She blew them a kiss. "Have fun, I'll hang out and finally get some reading done."

Writer's Block Person giggled. "Thanks, hon, you're a peach~" They stepped into the closet and closed the door behind them.

This had originally been a hallway, back when this building was a set of deluxe luxury apartments for the robber-baron-era Pittsburgh elite. Now, it was a big-ass closet with several smaller closets along the walls. It was also an excellent space to be alone with one's thoughts.

With one flip of a switch, the closet was bathed in light from several full-spectrum lamps. Writer's Block Person sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, letting the light fill them.

Slowly, the wisps of seasonal depression rose out of their mind. They inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly, letting the random activity of their mind settle down. When it felt like they'd reached some kind of equilibrium, they reached up and turned off the lights.

The darkness was a closet, a close, confined space. And Writer's Block Person took their mental model of the space, and made the walls fall away. It stretched off, now, in all directions, their surroundings one part of a vast space.

In the space, a door rose up - not like the one on the depths, but familiar, solid, the door that you can open and say "I'm home!" And with a little creak and a jingle, the door opened. Two figures stepped through.

One was an anthropomorphic bull, long-horned with orange, shaggy fur. She was six feet tall, muscular, and wearing a flannel shirt and magenta-pink denim overalls. Through her nose was a ring in the shape of a Venus symbol.

[Bedelia Dunaidh. Highland Cattle bullwoman. Strong and warm and proud of you. Playful and powerful. Horn-y on main.]

The other was a woman whose paleness was the hard-earned result of many days spent inside. She wore a black crop top, a holofoil skirt and wraparound reflective shades, plus dark blue glittery lipstick.

[Nyx. The ultimate '90s hacker. Sparkles and neon and scrolling green letters. Snarky as hell. Loves to not give a fuck.]

Bedelia closed the door behind her, and with a wave of her hand, it slipped down into the endless mindscape. She stood, relaxed and confident, a pillar of strength.

"Well!" said Nyx, leaning back against the wall with a smirk. "That didn't go well."

"Now, now," said Bedelia. She knelt down and put her hand on Writer's Block Person's shoulder. "How are you doing, love?"

They sighed. "Well, not as bad, but..." They shook their head. "God, I could've really hurt someone. I mean, I did hurt someone, but someone who, y'know, wasn't physically attacking me. ...which I still feel guilty about, anyway."

Nyx rolled her eyes. "You were halfway to burning yourself out as it was. You would've taken a swipe at an innocent rando and keeled over from anxiety."

"Well, maybe." Writer's Block Person rubbed their upper arms, looking oddly comforted by the idea. "Still... ugh." They shook their head again, looking down at their feet. "I was so hungry to do things, so hungry to unleash my anger on a deserving target..." A lonely howl sounded from far away. "I still am."

"That anger's still in you," said Bedelia, "though it's cooled, now that you've released it. And that's no bad thing; there is much in this world to be angry about. The trick, of course, is keeping your own will and compassion in the face of it."

Writer's Block Person sighed. "Yeah... mnnnngh... bleh. I just want to be effective." They ran their fingers thru their hair. "It's so hard to feel like I'm really doing anything. Like, people are suffering in ways I can't help them with, because of what somebody did to them, or what somebody's doing to them now. Even inside my cute little bubble, sometimes." They sighed, looking up at the invisible ceiling.

Bedelia stepped behind them and sank her fingers into their hair, rubbing their scalp. "You are being effective. You're supporting people, every day. You don't always see the results immediately. Sometimes they seem unaffected, sometimes they just get frustrated at themselves or the world, end up screaming or burned out. But that doesn't mean they are unaffected. Every little gesture of support matters. It creates a pattern of support; it becomes part of people's lives, a feeling like there is support out there, even if it isn't available right now."

They sighed. "I know. It's just hard when I can't see it."

She smiled. "You're a dandelion."

They tilted their head back, looking up at her. "...thank you?"

Bedelia laughed, rich and husky. "You want to plant the seeds of people's stability and goodness, but you don't realize you already are. You're just planting them willy-nilly, like dandelion seeds blown by the wind, letting kindness float out into the world. Your reckless love lands and grows all over the land. And you really don't need to worry that any one gesture of support falls flat, because there's a dozen more growing tall and strong and nigh-impossible to root out."

"...awh." Writer's Block Person took a deep breath, let it out. "That's... really good to hear."

"Excellent, you deserve good things."

They sighed. "Still don't really know how to deal with this anger, tho."

"That's my cue." Nyx stepped forward... and flopped down lazily over Writer's Block Person's lap, making them oof. "So nerd, one question." She snuggled into place, relaxing. "Why you gotta be so angry?"

"Well, 'cause of all of this awful stuff, I thought I said."

"Nah nah nah." Nyx stuck out a finger and booped them on the nose. "You're not listenin'. Why do you have to be angry? Izzit fixin' the problem?"

"I mean... not really. But I just am angry."

"Yeah, but that's the thing." She sat up, putting an arm around their shoulders. "You've got those feelings, but you don't gotta feel them all the time."

"That's true," said Bedelia. "You're trying to deal with every bit of it at once."

"Yeah, but..." Writer's Block Person slumped back, boneless. "I worry that, if I don't make sure I feel all of the bad things as they come up, I'm going to fall back into a place where I can't feel them, where they're just lurking below the surface, fucking with me unpredictably." They sighed. "I've worked so hard to get outta that place..."

Nyx sat up in their lap. "First off, yeah, yeah, fair." She wrapped an arm around their shoulders. "Second... you're an idiot." She pressed her fist down and gave them a noogie.

"l;fgljkfd!" They flailed!

"You did work stupid hard, and you're not gonna undo all that work just by takin' a break from feeling it!" A-noogienoogienoogie and Nyx let go.

"I, bu, I..." Writer's Block Person attempted to words and failed.

"It's true," said Bedelia. "Distancing yourself from your feelings in the moment can absolutely be healthy, as long as you let yourself work through those feelings when you have the time and the focus."

Nyx nodded firmly. "I know you hate all that '90s ironic distance bullshit, but there's a reason people liked it." She mussed up Writer's Block Person's hair and they wiggled. "It's okay to fuckin' enjoy it, nerd. 'S not going to ruin your precious emotional vulnerability."

"Yeah... I guess so." Writer's Block Person ran their hand thru their hair and smiled.

Bedelia grinned. "Well then." She leaned down, picked both of them up in her arms together, and squeezed them in a tight hug. Nyx acked and flailed. Writer's Block Person was squished between them, and for a moment, was crushed in comforting self-love.

Nyx managed to wriggle out and hop down, and Bedelia put Writer's Block Person back down on the floor, and smoothed out their hair. "We'd best let you take care of things now."

Writer's Block Person shook themself out and nodded. "All right."

Bedelia waved her hand and the door rose back up out of the darkness.

Nyx hopped up. "Remember when this series was all about getting an issue done in a day? Hah!"

Bedelia opened the door, releasing a breath of summer. "Take care, dear," she said. "Remember, we're always with you."

"I know." They smiled. "I can feel you cheering me on."

"Right, 'n just so you don't forget." Nyx pulled off her sunglasses and gave them a toss, with a spin that landed them directly in Writer's Block Person's lap. "Catch ya on the flipside~"

The door closed. Writer's Block Person sighed, and opened their eyes. The darkness was just darkness again. They flipped on the the light - not the sun lamps, just the regular lightbulb. The closet was just a closet again.

But the sunglasses were still in their lap.

Whisperion looked up from her book as the door to the Zero Closet creaked open and Writer's Block Person stepped out. "How'd it go?"

"I feel better," they said, looking down at the sunglasses. "But... I'm not sure what my next step is."

"That's fair. Wanna hang out and chew it over?" Whisperion patted the couch next to her.

"Yes please." They sat down on the couch, their legs over her lap, and relaxed. They got out their phone and started checking their messages. Ah, Edwina was on another ramble about proofreading on the Discord server.

| ...and, as no messaging client as yet supports the "new paragraph" symbol, I propose that it be created as a transparent image and included in our server's list of custom emoji.

Thank you for your time. - Ed. (UE) |

"...THAT'S IT!"

"Please don't scream in my ear," said Whisperion mildly.

[A couple days later]

Whisperion and Distraction Damsel were having a nice picnic. It was a bit chilly for it, but the sun had come out and most of the snow had melted, so they didn't care. They sat on a blanket in the park, and snacked on sammiches and chips.

Writer's Block Person stood in front of them, bouncing from foot to foot. They were already transformed, and holding their sparkly purple transformation pen in one hand. "So, I had to practice this a lot, but I think I got it down. You ready? Um..." They bounced a bit, caught between excitement and politeness. "Need any more food, or... anything?"

Whisperion laughed and shook her head. "We're ready!" She gave them a thumbs-up.

"One hundred percent up for learning your strategies so I can take advantage of it later!" Distraction Damsel gave two thumbs up.

Writer's Block Person giggled. "Okay, then..." They held the pen out at arm's length. They took a deep breath and...

...reached down inside, down deep, it was easier this time, finding that door. They took the knob and they didn't have to fling it open, they could open it just a crack, hold their position and just feel what they wanted, what they could handle...

Click! "EMOTICONVERSION! CUSTOM CODE POINT! SKULL WITH COOL SUNGLASSES!"

A flat CGI image appeared in front of them, of a cartoony skull wearing sunglasses. It flew into their form and exploded in CGI flames, and when the flames died down, they'd transformed.

Their armor was shining white with bright red accents and a simple black bodysuit. Along the sides and back of their chestpiece were vents. Their cape was red, with a line of white fire running along the bottom. On their head, atop their helmet, was a white trilby hat with a black band, held in a rakishly tilted position, and their visor was shaped like sunglasses as well. In place of their belt buckle was a bright red lever, and In the center of their chest was a ruby with the silhouette of a skull wearing sunglasses.

"Yessss!" They pumped their fist. "Okay, and now..." They held out their pen again. "PEN IS MIGHTIER! BONE OF MY SWORD!" Click!

In a fiery flash, the pen transformed into a curving white sword with a sparkly purple grip. Bony protrusions curved out of the pommel, and in the middle, a skull-with-sunglasses-shaped ruby was mounted.

"Ooooh!" "Ahhhh!" Whisperion and Distraction Damsel applauded.

Writer's Block Person grinned under their mask. "Right, and..." They started going through basic sword exercises, stepping back and forth, the blade slicing through the air, fighting against an imaginary opponent.

As they practiced, memories floated into their mind, and they let them come. Memories of the monstrous man, and the things he'd said. Memories of the times they hadn't been able to help. Memories of the people who seemed to sit, apathetic, in the face of suffering. They held their position, letting the anger through as a natural flow, not an explosion of pain...

And as the anger rose in them, the bone-white blade began to glow. Gradually, it heated up, turning a lurid red. Writer's Block Person's movements became more forceful, more decisive, the sword swings accompanied by plumes of steam. They spun and danced, the anger rising and rising, and they used it, and they used it, and it became almost too big to use and...

Their off-hand went to the lever at their belt. They raised their sword for a decisive strike, and pulled the lever; and the anger in their body exploded out into the world, and steam burst from their vents, and the sword flashed a brilliant crimson, and they brought it down in a burst of blinding light.

When the light faded, Writer's Block Person was kneeling on the ground. The sword was white again, wisps of steam rising from the blade and from their vents. For a moment, all that was audible was the wind...

Then they bounced up and shook themselves out. "Whew!" They de-transformed, put the pen away, and ran their hands thru their hair, grinning. "That's better. Sometimes ya just gotta let off some steam."

Whisperion laughed, standing up and pulling them into a hug. "That's great!"

"Good job!" said Distraction Damsel, munching on chips. "Lots of color, ten outta ten."

Writer's Block Person laughed and hugged. "God. I feel so much better."

"Yeah?" said Whisperion.

"Yeah! I can live in this world, face its awfulness, without freaking out. And..." They turned, and looked off into the distance, fist clenched. "When that guy comes back for a rematch-- I'm ready!"

[June 2018, over three months later]

"...REALLY, CAPTION BOX?" Writer's Block Person, in a Squirrel Girl T-shirt and a light summer skirt, flopped over Whisperion's lap. "Uuuugh. I'm worried about that guy."

"He did try to kill you," said Whisperion, petting their hair.

"Yeah and probably I killed him. Probably I straight-up killed him gaaaaaaah." They rolled over, mooshing their face into a pillow.

Whisperion rubbed their back. "Hon, he disappeared straight away. Probably went off to recover."

Writer's Block Person propped themself up on their elbows. "I guess, but why's it been so long? Ugh, I also hate the idea of him just lurking out there, doing shit..."

"He also seemed to be pretty focused on you, as an enemy." Whisperion pet their hair. "I'm sure you'll get that rematch."

"I guess..." They sighed. "I just don't want someone else to suffer for my personal development. Even if it's a demon guy."

"That's fair. But you can't affect it right now. The worry's not useful right now, so put it away and live your life."

"Yeah, you're right." Writer's Block Person sat up, and stretched out, and looked out the window. "For now, it's a new day, and we keep moving forward."

"That's right." Whisperion handed Writer's Block Person a roll of paper towels and a bottle of spray. "And you can move forward by cleaning the bathroom grout."

Writer's Block Person blinked in surprise, then snerkgiggled. "Awwww, but I'm having an emotional moment!"

"Look," she grinned, "you *told* me to make you do it, so I'm makin' you~"

"And what are you gonna do if I don't? Spank me?" They stuck out their tongue.

"No, I'm gonna TICKLE YOU!" She leapt on them and began the torment.

"EEEEEheeheeheeheenoooo..."

On the corner of the dresser, a pair of sunglasses glinted as the sun began to set. Life went on.

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Author's Note: "Min-young" is a Korean given name. Whisperion's is specifically spelled with the hanja pronounced "min" that means "clever" and the one pronounced "young" that means both "flower petals" and "heroic". Distraction Damsel's first name is Viviana. It doesn't have any especially relevant meaning, I just liked it - which seems perfect for her.

#Original Fiction #Superheroes #Adventure #Silliness #Legion of Net.Heroes #LNH20 #Writer's Block Person

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monotonemanday · 6 years

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Our Days Divided - Mystic Messenger University AU - Chapter 3 Misunderstandings

Chapter 3! Y’all want a whole chapter of bickering? Because Samantha and Saeyoung have sharp tongues!!!

Enjoy!

“Uhhh, Hello? I’m looking for a…I don’t know if this is correct, it just says V? That seems weird to me though. V…That’s kind of scary if you think about it. Mysterious. Like what could it mean? Shit. I’m inner monologueing out loud. Uhm, is V here?” Samantha was walking around the large art room. It was empty and eerily quiet. Paint brushes were soaking, easels were stacked against the walls. She was glad no one had been around to hear her embarrassing herself. That was until she heard soft chuckling.

“Haha V is a pretty weird name, isn’t it? But it’s just a nickname. I’ll be out in a minute!”

Sigh. Great, she did make an ass out of herself. Honestly, she wasn’t surprised. She continued wandering around the room until she came across an easel with a medium sized canvas that someone clearly had been working on up until a few minutes ago. Sam was shocked and her eyes widened at the sight of the reference photo and what the painting had become so far. “Wow, V was it? This is beautiful! Do you know her by any chance?”

V had walked out from the back supply room with some acrylic paints. Samantha gulped. Great, this wasn’t just some art geek she had acted a fool in front of, it was Jihyun Kim. One of the prominent tuition kids. And he was hot. “I actually don’t know her. I just saw her in the courtyard earlier and couldn’t help but take her picture. Someone like that is definitely worth photographing. Plus I liked this particular photo so much I figured I’d try my hand at painting it.” The mint haired hottie settled in next to Samantha staring at the canvas for a couple of seconds in silence. “It’s coming along I think. Anyway, what can I help you with?” He stuck his hand out towards Samantha who gripped it for a light shake. “I’m-”

“Hot. No, Tim! Kim! I mean Kim! Jihot Kim. Jihyun! …oh my.” Samantha’s face was on fire, she hung her head in shame still lightly shaking the man’s hand. “What I meant is you’re Jihyun Kim…and I am a ridiculous human being.”

“No,” V had grabbed Sam’s chin and lifted her face to meet his eye line, “You’re Samantha Dae, and it’s very nice to meet you.” His smile was dazzling but due to her embarrassment, Sam was unphased. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, great. You already know who I am. This bodes well for me.”

“I assure you I’ve only heard good things.” V realized he was still holding onto Sam’s face and quickly released her. The two backed away from each other abruptly.

“Liz.” Sam broke the silence.

“Excuse me?”

“The girl in the photo and the painting. She looks like her friends would call her Liz.” Sam gave V a sideways smirk and in turn, a smile crept across his lips.

“My friend Jumin learned a new term and I think he may be right in his assumption that you, in fact, are a dime, Samantha.”

“That’s me. Ha ha…all the curves in all the right places ha ha…amirite?” She wished she could just stop talking. She had no control over what was coming out of her mouth. “I’m sorry you are just so tall, no, hot, no hard! No! Talented! You are just so talented and work so hard! Is what I mean to say. I admire you from the things I’ve heard.”

“Thank you, Samantha. I don’t know a whole lot about you, just that we have Econ together. And of course, the information that Jumin gathered on you from his scholarship kid research.”

Suddenly he became painfully unattractive. Scholarship kid research? She knew this was related to the group Kaeli was trying to form. Here she had scolded her friends for making assumptions about the tuition kids, and now she hears they were researching them like they had something to fear or be worried about? Like the had to prepare to deal with them as “untouchable’s”

“I’ll have to let him know that you have such a way with words.” V gave Samantha a chuckle and a light-hearted wink. He thought they were being friendly but suddenly the room got cold.

“Yup. I sure do. Anyway, here.” Samantha pushed a slip of paper into Jihyun’s chest. “I came here to ask if the art department could lend us these supplies and paint a few of these pieces for our next production. If not I’ll figure something else out. Thanks.” She turned coldly and sharply, briskly walking toward the door. V reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Samantha wait I-” Before she could turn around to release herself from his grip, someone had grabbed V’s own wrist and pulled it toward them.

“Don’t touch her. Not cool.” Saeran’s mint eyes sent a slight chill down V’s spine.

“Easy, Saeran. Down boy. Mr. Handsome doesn’t realize he’s insulted the lady. And I thought all rich kids had impeccable manners.” Saeyoung stood smirking in the doorway.

“Do you guys really have to follow me everywhere? You’re like a couple of leaches. Just drop it. Let’s go.” Samantha rolled her eyes and lightly stomped out of the art room. Irritated was an understatement. The twin boys shrugged at each other, Saeyoung saluted the mint-haired tuition kid, and the two followed after Samantha.

Samantha, Saeyoung, and Saeran were on their way to their part-time jobs. Samantha and Saeyoung, much to her demise and his pleasure, worked in the same small Record Shop. They sold new and vintage vinyl as well as comics and different odds and ends. Saeran worked a block away at a small local flower shop.

“So before that uncomfortable mess, what was that flustered trainwreck we witnessed?!?” Saeyoung elbowed Sam in the side.

“Ow! Cut it out!”

“But really Sam, I’ve seen you be dorky but that was Saeyoung level embarrassment. Like, you were possessed.” Saeran joined in on the teasing. He grabbed Samantha by the shoulders and began to shake her side to side, and back and forth. “Saeyoung! Get out of Samantha!!!”

“Hey!!! Stop shaking me and please watch your phrasing!” Saeran listened to her plea and let her go. She dusted off her shoulders.

“Yeah, Saeran. Watch your phrasing. Besides, Samantha would never let me inside of her.” The twins shared a smirk and a high five while Sam covered her ears.

“Stop! Oh my god. For the love of my sanity, please god. Stahp! That is so gross!!”

The three had reached the front of the flower shop.

“Alright bro, Have a good time at the shop. Don’t be afraid of the swarms of girls that come to flirt with you every day. They may seem scary but really all they’re after is your di-” Saeyoung was cut off by a swift elbow to the rib cage.

“Seven! Shut up! I am not spending a whole shift with you and your big mouth!” Samantha stepped in front of Saeyoung and gave Saeran a quick peck on the cheek.

“Sam! What the hell?! Quit kissing me with your gross chapped lips!.” Searan was rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks bright pink. Samantha gave him a sideways smile.

“Have a good day at work, Sae. And you know I can take care of myself, but thanks for stepping in earlier.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Saeran mumbled his barely audible response. He wiped his cheek and quickly entered the shop.

The day was moving so slow. Samantha was flipping through a comic leaning against the front counter. Saeyoung was leaning next to her messing with the iPod that hooked up to the PA system in the store.

“Pick a song, or a break the iPod, Tomato Head.” Seven narrowed his eyes at Sam. So that’s how it was going to be today? Alright. the game is afoot.

“Hey, Samantha, why do you dress like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like a character from a 90’s Anime.”

“Because it’s cute. Why do you dress like a pothead skater from the matrix?”

“I’m wearing jeans and a hoodie!!!”

“If that’s how you see it.”

“Whatever. Why is it so dead in here today?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. Why? Hot date with one of your robots?”

“HEY! You’re just jealous because I’ve made robots so advanced that you CAN date them.”

The two continued to bicker, not noticing a black Mercedes Benz pull up out front. A driver opened the back passenger side door and let someone out. The bell to the shop chimed and Samantha and Saeyoung both gripping each other’s collars looked towards the door to find someone they could only assume the identity of. Jumin Han.

“Pardon me, I am just here to browse.” Jumin began to look around the small shop, his driver standing by the door.

“Yeah, man. Welcome in. Let us know if you need help with anything.”

Samantha watched him for a few moments. He was incredibly handsome. Sophisticated even in his casual wear. She expected him to have this haughty air about him but instead, he seemed so peaceful. Saeyoung broke her trance.

“Eye’s back in your head, man. Dude’s wearing a turtleneck tucked into pressed khaki pants. That 90’s aesthetic. It’s like he was made for you, nerd.”

“At least he puts effort into his wardrobe.”

“Samantha. Why must you hurt me so?”

“Because you’re irritating. Hey, do you want to do a little training after work today?”

“Nooooo! Vanderwood always yells at me.”

“That’s because you’re always messing around! Besides you need a lot of work if you’re going to beat me for the next physical trial exams.” Samantha knew that would push Saeyoung’s buttons.

“The only reason the great 707 lost to Smelly Sammy, was because the stats were rigged!!”

“Oh really? If they were rigged, why didn’t you just fix them yourself, hacker boy?”

“It’s called Integrity.”

“No, it’s called you have tiny biceps.”

“Just because you can do an insane amount of pull-ups doesn’t mean my biceps are small, She-Hulk! My muscles are huge!” Saeyoung’s glasses were fogging up he was in such a rage.

“Excuse me, but I like this. Is this what one would refer to as ‘witty banter’?” Jumin had stepped up to the pair and interrupted their incessant arguing.

“Well, my responses are witty. His are just noise.”

Jumin chuckled at Sam’s curt response. “Well I didn’t find what I was looking for but Miss Dae, I was hoping later you could meet with me to clear up a misunderstanding from earlier today.” He handed her a small business card. “Please call that number and let them know if you can make it.” Jumin didn’t say anything else. His driver opened the shop door and ushered him into the car.

“Well Sammy, looks like you are going to owe that guy, and the guy with the pastel hair, an apology.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“Well you assumed the worst of them 'researching’ us, but there’s no way I guy like THAT, so unfamiliar with basic human interaction, had any bad intentions. Besides…” Saeyoung confidently walked away from Samantha. “Didn’t that Jihyun guy say the super rich one called you a dime?”

Samantha rolled her eyes and dismissed her friend, unable, however, to hide the blush on her face. She took out her cellphone and dialed the number on the card.

Saeyoung was organizing some of the records that had gotten mixed up and Samantha ran by him, throwing on her jacket.

“Bye, Seven! Lock up tight! Don’t forget training! Tell Vanderwood I’ll be late. See ya! Love ya! Mwuah!” She lazily threw a kiss in his direction.

“Sam, what the hell?! You’re leaving me for some hot piece of trust fund ass?!” The words fell on deaf ears because she was already out of the door.

His back was facing the counter and he was cutting the stems for a specialty arrangement. His head was pounding. All he could hear was whispering and giggling from a group of girls huddled in the corner of the flower shop. They had been coming up to him for hours now, asking him ridiculous questions and attempting to flirt with him. Saeran kept his responses short and simple. This was an everyday occurrence. He didn’t understand why girls were constantly in the shop flirting with him. However he hated that even he had to admit, he looked pretty adorable in his work apron. People always flirted with Saeyoung but he was outgoing and super fit. Saeran was a bit scrawny and didn’t really interact with people. Samantha and Liz were always telling him how handsome he was but he just never thought much of it.

“Excuse me, handsome flower boy.”

He turned around prepared to deal with the customer, holding in his irritation but instead when he saw Samantha in front of him his eye’s lit up.

“Sam, what are you doing here?” Wait, why was he so excited? He was sweating internally. He had to push that excitement way down and bury it. Their friendship was super important to him and there was nothing worth jeopardizing it.

“So is this how popular you are every day. I had to fight my way through a sea of ladies just to get to the counter.”

“What do you want Samantha?”

“I need you to make me a really nice flower arrangement. For a peace offering. And then you and I are going to get dressed up. And deliver it to a very prominent trust fund kid at a very fancy high rise.”

Saeran let out a deep sigh and made his way to the back room of the shop. Samantha knew that was his way of saying fine, he’d do it. Samantha sat on a stool in the corner of the shop waiting for Saeran’s shift to end. She laughed at all the girls trying to flirt with him, and how dismissive he was. She even told some of the girl’s things they should say to him and pretended to help them flirt.

The shift had come to an end, and the sun was beginning to set. Saeran threw his apron on the counter and went to the back to retrieve the flowers he prepared. Samantha hung up his apron for him and waited outside.

“Alrighty, let’s get out of here and go deliver these I guess.” Saeran had shoved the flowers into Samantha’s arms and walked at a quick pace. Samantha looked at the flowers and took in their wonderful scent. The arrangement was beautiful and despite how much he acted indifferently, Samantha knew Saeran put a lot of effort into it. She picked up a light jog to catch up with him, now walking side by side.

“Whatever you say, flower boy.” Samantha holding the flowers, and Saeran with his hands in his pockets, both staring straightforward in comfortable silence, Shy smiles tugging at their lips.

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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Omg I had an idea!! Can oo write a sequel to you're carsick Archie fic for the ride back from the trip? Either jughead helps him again or he actually gets sick this time? Thx love ❤️

(Sequel to this fic I wrote!! Sorry it’s a lil short, I didn’t want to stretch it and make it all waffley!!)

Following a rather exhilarating morning in the worst way possible, Jughead and Archie were thankfully given a relatively calm and peaceful afternoon afterwards.

Their tours of various history museums and historical monuments and buildings were interesting, but definitely very relaxing. Jughead wasn’t complaining, they needed it after the clusterfuck that was this morning, Archie more so than him.

There was something about history that put Jughead’s mind at ease. He struggled a lot with the meaning of things and understanding his place and why things came to be. It was the way his mind worked, it was a blessing yet a curse at the same time. History answered a lot of his questions for him, so today was pretty calming for him.

Jughead knew that Archie wasn’t exactly a history nerd, but Jughead had known Archie for his whole life, he knew that Archie was content. Archie was content having free reign and being able to just walk in peace with his best friend with no fear of everyone else around him. His mind was at ease, far away from algebra and other mathematical equations that made him want to gently fling himself out of a window, and was surrounded by two very old things. One of them giving him a very nice sense of familiarity and homeliness.

It was a pretty lovely day, they had both agreed. Jughead had been looking forward to a peaceful ride home, sharing his music with Archie and vice versa (they didn’t need to speak to communicate, him and Archie, they were way beyond that) but unfortunately the Jones bad luck curse seemed to have infested his poor best friend.

Their seemingly steady and calm scenic route train ride turned out to be an extreme rollercoaster.

It had started out fine. Archie was getting Jughead to listen to a song he saw as inspiration for his own, which he obliged to happily munching on a bag of chips. They had small talk, the other kids were loud, but everything was fine.

Then gradually Archie stopped initiating the talks, then stopped speaking all together. Then he was slowly cradling his stomach with his arms, hunching over as he held it tightly. Then Archie was going pale.

“Archie?” Jughead asked cautiously,

“Jughead,” Archie choked.

“You don’t look so good,” Jughead said carefully.

Archie nodded his head carefully as not to trigger his body into bursting into a disgusting explosion. He leaned his head back against the chair and scrunched his face up in pain, biting at his lip.

Jughead’s heart dropped. This certainly seemed so much worse than it had been earlier that day. There was no stopping what was to come; rather, all Jughead could do was stall it for as long as he could until they got to their break in approximately 20 minutes.

Jughead took in a shaky breath, closing his eyes momentarily to brace himself for the next period of time. He could do this. For Archie.

“We are going to get you through this, okay, Archie?” Jughead said gently. “Hang on, okay? Just listen to me.”

“Okay,” Archie managed to choke out through his gritted teeth, fearing to open his eyes.

“Really quickly, how’re you feeling?” Jughead asks sternly, straightening up to prepare himself.

Archie smirked slightly, “You know, concern isn’t a look that I would expect from you, but it suits you real good.”

Jughead batted him playfully on the arm, rolling his eyes, “Oh fuck off, I’m not concerned, just don’t want your sick all over me.”

Archie laughed, to Jughead’s delight, happy that he could distract his friend for at least a little while.

“There’s just..too much of everything. Like my stomach feels like a washing machine and it smells awfully of that stupid can air freshener..”

Jughead inhaled the sickly sweet smell of the bus and made a face at the smell. He stifled a sneeze against the back of his hand and groaned, nodding in agreement. As a child Jughead would never understand Archie’s hissy fits about those air fresheners. The smell was quite faint in the past, and Archie felt sick then, but now the smell was so pungent that even Jughead didn’t appreciate it, so Jughead could only wonder how awful Archie felt in this moment.

“It’s just too much,” Archie choked out, grabbing at the seat and clutching onto it tight.

Jughead sighed and smiled sympathetically at him, letting out a shaky breath and offering Archie his hand to squeeze.

Archie cracked an eye open, “You sure?”

Jughead nodded firmly, his smile warm and welcoming. Archie couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face and grabbed at Jughead’s hand, squeezing it as his stomach continued to whirl uncomfortably.

“My head hurts, I just want to think about something else,” Archie whimpered, leaning his head way back into the bus seat.

“Then lets talk about something else,” Jughead said softly.

A fond smirk began to play at Jughead’s lips, “Do you remember when I broke my arm for the first time when we were like, what, 7?”

Archie scoffed, “As if I could forget, it was the scariest moment of my life.”

Jughead’s eyes shone with a mischievous light, “What? You were so scared of losing me?”

Archie huffed, “Pfft, no, I just didn’t want your blood in my line of sight. Disgusting.”

Jughead laughed heartily, “Gee, thanks.”

“No, but seriously? None of this would’ve happened if Alice Cooper had just appreciated me for all my honour and beauty,” Jughead joked.

“She was just jealous of your luscious, dark and brooding locks and your mysterious, icy eyes,” Archie joked.

“It’s odd though, considering the human incarnation of the nefarious devil himself happened to spawn an actual angel,” Jughead commented.

“Yeah. Betty must be adopted.”

Jughead chuckled, “Agreed.”

“She’s such an angel that we had to smuggle ourselves into her house,” Archie laughed.

“Oh yeah. Well, you didn’t have to–I had to. We’d stolen your dad’s ladder, remember? I don’t even fucking remember how we got that past him. It made so much noise.”

“Oh god, yeah, that screechy ‘eeeeeeerrrrrrkkkkk’!” Archie chuckled.

Jughead giggled, “Oh god, that takes me right back! And you know what, fuck the gender norms, that tea party with Mrs.Fuzzy Bear was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life!”

Archie bounced slightly in his seat as he beamed, “Oh my god, yes! With those cookies Polly had stolen for us too?? The best meal I’ve ever had!”

Jughead laughed, “Until Alice chased me out and I fell out of the window!”

“Oh my god, my dad was raging! He was angry..so was your dad when he found out! My dad and your dad had the funniest rant that night..” Archie said.

“Hey, we got ice cream and pizza that night for free ala the Coopers?” Jughead chimed in.

Archie chuckled, “The one good thing to come from that incident. ..Wait..holy shit Jug, are you saying something positive for once?”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “I fear my negativity and gloom sparks a negative reaction in your body and I really do not want puke on me. I like this jacket.”

Archie scoffed, “You’ve had that jacket since you were 12, Jug. It was huge on you, and now it finally fits. It’s old though–should probably get a new one, but it’s kinda endearing that way. Makes you look soft.”

“Soft?!” Jughead exclaimed defensively.

Archie laughed at that, and in these blissful moments with his best friend any trace of illness and nausea seemed to fade away.

Until the bus started to shake as it hit a bumpy road, and everyone began yelling in mock fear. And everything was starting again. Too much.

Archie let out a whimper of discomfort as his stomach contracted and cramped again. He retreated into himself and clutched his stomach with pain. He gagged, clamping a hand over his mouth as he bit his lip to stop himself.

Jughead’s eyes widened in concern as he squeezed Archie’s hand comfortingly and tried to shoot him a reassuring smile, “We’re pulling up in just a bit, Archie. You are going to be okay. Hang on just a little bit longer.”

Archie could only nod, hanging tight onto Jughead amidst all the chaos that ensued. His grip on Jughead was so firm but yet shaky like entire world depended on him, and in a way it did. And Jughead understood, and there was no way he would have ever let go.

The moment the bus came to a halt at the gas station Jughead leapt to his feet with Archie hot on his heels. The two sprinted faster than they ever had in their lives (it wasn’t too fast for Archie, the athlete, but for Jughead who probably didn’t even know what a sport was, it was really something) off the bus.

“Woah, what the fuck?” Chuck blinked, slightly bewildered.

“This bus stinks heavily of you, and I need a fucking break!” Jughead shot back wittily and smoothly, before he glided off the bus and towards the bathrooms.

Archie ran like his entire life depended on it and yanked the bathroom doors open, bursting into a stall and immediately dropped to his knees. Almost instantaneously his stomach cramped horribly and he gagged, then heaved, and expelled the contents of his stomach.

Archie threw up, his stomach contracting and heaving until it finally felt okay again. It was a marvellous relief, and there was a relieving clarity that washed over his entire body. He felt lighter, and a sense of wholesomeness spread throughout him and everything seemed to fit together. Everything was okay.

“You got me through it,” Archie choked out, fondness oozing out of his voice.

Jughead rubbed his back soothingly, “Of course I did.”

Archie got up off the ground and fixed himself up, gargling water and making sure he was okay again. He made a note to himself to forever appreciate and cherish his healthy moments, because he never wanted to feel that nauseous ever again.

“See? Told you you’d be okay. After all you’ve got me by your side,” Jughead smirked.

“Sure,” Archie chuckled playfully, batting Jughead on the arm.

They’d spent the rest of their break relaxing; and Archie could only bask in the warm and relieving feeling. He felt enlightened somehow. A lot lighter. A sense of calm and meditation washing over him.

And when they got onto the bus, another lightening thing happened.

“Glad you feel better, Arch,” Reggie said quietly so only the two of them could hear, a kind smile on his face.

Jughead and Archie exchanged a look and couldn’t stop the grins that spread over their faces. They felt so giddy and relaxed and it was amazing.

Jughead flopped onto his seat and stretched, finally able to relax after the absolute chaos that was earlier. He felt a lot lighter too.

“Now that you’re not the green goblin, how’s about we listen to some good old music on the way back?” Jughead suggested, a mischievous light sparkling in his eyes.

“Fuck yeah,” Archie grinned, letting himself relax and popping one of Jughead’s ear buds in. He sighed with content as he lost himself in The Middle.

Everything, everything will be alright..

#archie andrews #jughead jones #jarchie #riverdale #reggie mantle #qp jarchie #emeto tw #sickfic #whump #betty cooper #alice cooper #fred andrews #prompts

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waywardmoeyy · 7 years

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Shattered Like Glass (Part 1)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1800+

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, brief mention of addiction, nudity? Kind of?,

**I thought I’d throw a little Dean story (or series) into my sea of Castiel stories. Haha. Enjoy.

Sam plugged away at his laptop, furiously searching for another case. It had been over two weeks since your last one, an easy vamp nest, and you all were itching for a monster to kill. You flipped through the news app on your tablet, but nothing abnormal popped up. You sighed, leaning your head back.

“We’ll find something, Y/N. I’m sure there is some kind of evil creature causing shenanigans somewhere.” He grinned, causing you to smile back. Sam always found a way to make you smile. He was the best friend you had in a long time, almost as long as you could remember.

You popped out of your chair and headed for the kitchen. “Hey, Y/N, make some more coffee while you’re in there!” You heard Sam shout as you walked into the bunker’s small but functional kitchen. You chuckled. He read your mind.

You picked up the coffee pot, filled with steaming fresh coffee, and poured it into two mugs. Then, you shuffled your way back into the library where you found Sam right where you left him. You placed his coffee in front on him and he nodded in thanks.

Just as you sat back down in your chair, you heard footsteps stomping in from the hall. A sleepy Dean emerged. He wiped his eyes with the sleeves of his robe and yawned.

“Why the hell are you guys always up so early?” Dean grunted. When he did manage to sleep, he slept in late, at least by your standards. You were usually up by 6am like Sam.

“We’re crazy morning people, remember?” Sam chuckled playfully. “Besides, you know we are all itching for a case. Y/N and I thought that we would start the search early just in case something came in on the morning news.” Sam moved his hair from his face and raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You wanna help?”

Dean rolled his eyes and turned towards the kitchen. “I’ll leave you two nerds to it. I need some coffee.”

You skipped down the hall, stoked that Sam had found another case. This one was much more exciting than a few vampires in a small town. Three young women had gone missing a state over. Missing people cases were always unpredictable, which is what you lived for. You had never been an adrenaline junkie until you met the boys. Now, you couldn’t get enough.

You headed towards the large bathroom, the one closer to Sam’s room, for a shower. The shower in there was much larger, one of the main reasons why Sam used it. But the water pressure also rocked. You slipped into your room and quickly gathered a blue and purple flannel shirt, black cami, dark blue skinny jeans, panties, bra, and your trusty black combat boots. Then, you rushed out to the hall to steal the bathroom before Sam got to it. He was such a shower hog, especially for a guy. You hurried your pace as you heard a door creak open. Shit!

You scurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Ha! You placed your clothes on the closed toilet seat and slipped off your tank and sweatpants. The shower took a minute to warm up, then you stepped inside allowing he warm water to run over your body. You turned around and ran your fingers through your hair.

You froze as the bathroom door opened, remembering you never locked it. Your skin tingled at the idea that it might be Dean, but a familiar voice cleared his throat.

“Y/N, I’m going to shave quickly while you’re in there.” Your best friend called to you. Sam didn’t have much of a privacy bubble and thought everyone else was the same way.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” You giggled loudly.

Dean made his way down the hall. His duffle bag was thrown over his shoulder. Another case, thank goodness. He was going insane without something to do.

He peered into Sam’s room, not finding his brother. Sam’s duffle bag was unzipped and partially packed on his neatly made bed. Where could he be? He was in there a few minutes ago.

Then, he heard a female giggling in the bathroom a few doors down. Y/N. Sam’s distinct laugh followed a few seconds later, also from the bathroom. He knew it.

He had told Sam about his feelings for you, many times actually. And now Sam was going for you? That was a dick move.

Son of a bitch.

Dean marched down the hall and headed for the library.

Sam walked into the library, pulling his shirt on over his head. He grabbed his bag from the library table and peered over at Dean. Dean slouched in one of the large chairs around the table, flipping through his phone. His face was stern, his brow furrowed. Weird.

You hurried out of your room with your backpack over your shoulder. A light smile was painted across your face as you made your way to join the brothers in the library. “Ready boys?” You asked in a cheery voice. You glance over at Dean who slowly stood, grabbed his bag, and headed for the Impala. He never made eye contact. “What’s eating him?” You turned to Sam.

“I don’t know. He has been quiet since I came out here.” Sam shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. “Don’t mind him.” Sam placed his hand on your shoulder blade and led you to the car.

The Impala pulled up to yet another sketchy motel on the outskirts of the small South-Eastern Missouri town. You grabbed your bag from beside you and hopped out of the car, ignoring the fact that Dean had barely said a word the whole way there. You and Sam waited by the car as Dean ran into the office to grab a room.

Dean emerged from the office a couple of minutes later and marched over to you. His head watched his feet, never lifting his gaze to yours. “ Here, I got two rooms. You and Sam can share one so I’m not in the way.” Dean commanded in a low, raspy voice. Before you could retort, he was making his was to his room. You peered over at an equally confused Sam and lifted an eyebrow.

“What the hell was that?” You asked Sam. You guys had always shared a room. You usually crashed on an extra couch or cot. Sometimes Dean even offered to sleep in a lounge chair.

Sam just rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Just give him a minute. It must be his time of the month.” He winked at you.

Sam and you made your way to “your” room. You passed the door of the room that Dean had set up in. It was open. Without thinking, you barged in. You wanted answers. Your good friend, the man you had feelings for, was hurting and you couldn’t sleep until you at least knew why.

Dean spun on his heels, his angry gaze meeting yours. Your stomach suck as you inspected his expression. Had he been crying? Dean Winchester… crying?

You turned to Sam who stood in the doorway. “I’ll be there in a bit.” He nodded in return, recognizing the dismissal.

Your gaze immediately snapped back to Dean and you shut the door to the room. Both of you stood there, staring at each other for what felt like hours.

“What’s going on, Dean?” You finally asked, your tone a mixture of concern and anger.

Dean huffed out a sarcastic chuckle as he rolled his eyes. “Why are you so nosey, Y/N? Just because I’m angry about something doesn’t mean I need to tell you.” Dean’s eyes darkened.

“I’m sorry that I’m concerned about my friend.” You snarled, folding yours arms. “And it really is my business if you are snapping at me and ignoring me whole drive over. And what the hell is up with the two rooms thing? You are just acting so bizarre today.”

Dean lowered his head. “I thought you and Sam would want your privacy. You obviously don’t mind sharing a bathroom.” The last word stung.

“Oh my god…” That was it. He heard you and Sam in the bathroom. “Dean, it’s not even close to what you think. That was—“

“Nothing? Don’t pull that stupid cliché, Y/N. If you are together, that’s great. I’m happy for both of you. But I just don’t want to be around it if I don’t need to.” Dean sighed heavily.

“First of all, smart ass, there is nothing going on between Sam and me. I stole his shower because the water pressure is better than the one closer to my room. He came in and shaved. We never even saw each other. Second—“ You paused, your eyes narrowing in annoyance. “Secondly, why the hell would you throw a temper tantrum over your brother being with me? That has nothing to do with you.”

Dean chuckled again. “Well, maybe it does.” You tilted your head at the comment. You lowered your gaze, not realizing Dean taking a few steps closer to you. “It does have a lot to do with me, actually.”

You gaze snapped back up to his. You gasped as you realized he was mere inches from you, the heat from his breath warming your face. “What the fuck does that mean?” You growled, the harshness of your voice making you wince.

Dean’s harsh expression made your whole body shiver. He glared down at you, his breaths sharp and erratic.

Bam!

You let out a yelp as he slammed you against the wall a few feet behind you. The impact didn’t hurt, but the rage and anger in Dean’s eyes felt like knives piercing through you. You just stood there as Dean’s strong hands held your shoulders to the wall.

You let out a shutter. You didn’t know whether to kiss him or punch him. Maybe both? Well, that would be counterproductive. But why was the idea of you being with Sam bothering him so much?

You shove Dean’s chest causing him to release his grip on you and stagger backwards. “Just leave me alone, you ass. Get a hold of yourself. You are acting like a child. I don’t know what’s going on in that fucked up mind of yours. I just wanted to help, to give you someone to talk to. But, if I’m the problem, then I’ll just go.” You glared at him for another moment, not knowing if you wanted him to stop you. He didn’t. You opened the motel room door and stomped out into the night.

Part 2

#dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester #sam winchester #part 1

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