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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Kitten for Christmas

Summary: You're suppose to be in Gotham to reunite with your sister for Christmas, but due to the crazy weather she can't fly in and you end up walking into the right store.

Pairing: Reader x BookstoreOwner!Jason Todd

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Daddy kink, meet cute, ex's to lovers, chance meetings, weather trope, choking, degradation, Plot? never heard of her.

The weather is about as crappy as you expect for Gotham this time of year. The biting snow covering every inch of the sidewalk, the sky dark and gloomy and the old ass street lamps barely lighting anything. Your flight landed this morning only for your sister to call and tell you that she was stuck on campus in Central City, something about a Flash parade and the snow closing the airport after your flight landed. When you called the airport to see if you could get home, the clerk confirmed what your sister said was true, no flights were coming in or out until at least New Years. Shit.

So now you’re stranded, in a city you hate with nothing to do. This was supposed to be a tradition, the two of you meeting up in the city you grew up in, to stay in the old family house with your extended family. But without Fiona, it would be a drag. You know you won’t be able to handle your aunts asking you when you’re going to settle down, move back to Gotham and start a family. Which is 100% not the life you want for yourself.

The snow starts to fall heavier as you walk down main street, trying to find a hotel with an empty room. But it seems like they're all booked out for the week.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, "Aunt Carol" the caller Id reads. Spotting a light on nearby you duck into the store to escape the cold and try to hide the street noise as you attempt to lie to your aunt. “Hey, Aunt Carol,” you answer the call, pulling your gloves from your hands as the warmth from the store hits you, “How are you?.”

“Good dear. We’re just waiting on you and Fiona. Are you nearly here?”

“We can’t make it. I’m stuck at Star airport and Fi is stuck in Central.” you sigh, trying to sound sad about it, “We’re going to miss the party this year. Darn,” you look up at the store, noticing that luck is on your side. A Cafe? A bookstore? Either way it's warm and you find yourself shrugging your jacket off and walking a bit further into the store. Closing your eyes as you lean back against a stack of books.

“Oh dear, that’s too bad. Cassidy’s boyfriend brought a friend. He’s really handsome. I think you two would hit it off.”

“Yeah, really bad.” you try to sound genuine, staring down at your winter boots, “Anyways, hopefully I can get out a flight tomorrow,”

“Hope you can make it. We miss your face. Maybe I can give him your number,”

“No thanks, Bye,” you hang up letting out a breath. Fuck, she means well, but the last thing you want is to be set up by your 80 year old aunt who's determined to trap you in Gotham.

“Miss,” a deep voice startles you, “Can I help you?”.

“Shit!” you press your hand into your chest, your heart nearly jumping out. You spin, taking in the tailored leather jacket, a square pair of horn rimmed glasses and a jawline that could cut glass. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you look closer, noticing the wavy dark curls with a tiny patch of white at the front and the tiny scar on his brow, “Jason?”

“Sorry, do I know you?” he stares down puzzled, adjusting his glasses and tilting his head.

“Oh, sorry. I ah- never mind,” you shake your head, turning away to hide your embarrassment. You could have sworn it was him, but it wouldn’t be the first time you have mistaken someone for him. Shit, you feel like you see him everywhere, especially when you’re in Gotham. It was one of the reasons you hated coming home. You’ve got one arm in your coat and three steps from the door when he stops you.

“Kitten,” he reaches out grabbing your arm, “I’m kidding,” he smiles when you turn back to him, your eyes lighting up, “Did you really think I forgot you?”

“I mean it's been what? 5 years?”

“I could never forget those eyes,” his hand falls down your arm, holding onto your wrist, “In town for the holiday?”

“I was.”

“I didn't mean to overhear but it sounds like you're bailing on your family.” he tugs you further into the store, guiding you towards a set of couches that are nestled between some shelves.

“Yeah, Aunt Carol is determined to keep me here, but Fi canceled and I don't feel up to it.” How is he being so casual? Things didn’t exactly end poorly, but they weren’t great either. He pretty much disappeared without a trace with only a letter to tell you Bruce had sent him to work in Tibet.

“Want some coffee while you figure it out?”

“That’d be great actually.”

“Be right back.” he says, heading off behind a bar, “Extra milk and no sugar still?”

“Yes please,”

He’s quicker than you think and you barely have a chance to take in the cosy feeling of the store. Full of books, painted a dark, deep red with warm wooden accents and filled with the scent of coffee and pine. It’s really a nice store, you make a mental note to bring Fi next time you’re both in the city.

“Here ya go, Kitten.”

“Been a long time since I’ve heard that,” you giggle into your mug. Gods this is easy, you nearly forgot just how easy it had been with him. He looks at you over his mug, his scarred eyebrow lifting just a smidge.

“I missed that,” he moves sitting down next to you, his arm falling over the back of the couch behind you, “Those little giggles,”

“Jason, this is a shop,” you try to protest when he takes your coffee and puts it on the table, “What are you doing?” you look away, trying to not look at him, at those pretty lips, how tight that jacket seems to be. Distracting yourself and trying to put some distance between you, “wow. So many books. Wonder where the clerk is?” you think aloud.

“He’s right here,” Jason whispers, his fingers grazing down from your neck, across your clavicle to your arm.

“You? You’re the clerk?”

“I am. I own the place.”

“How long have you-”

“Kitten. Stop.”

“What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” his other hand touches on your thigh, “I can play along, if you like,” he leans back, watching your face, “How's Star City? Met anyone nice there?”

“It’s fine. Like home. But sometimes the sun actually comes out,” you laugh at yourself, pressing your hand into his chest. Fuck, you hadn't forgotten how firm it was, but feeling it again was something else. You pull your hand back, this was a bad idea. No matter how lucky you feel right now having to seemingly walked right back into Jason's life.

“Is there someone?” his hand starts to pull away.

“No,” the word falling out of your mouth before you can even think, “I mean, No. I haven’t really met anyone,” you try to sound casual but his hand on your thigh tightens.

“Why's that Kitten?” his voice is right in your ear, his coffee breath fanning down your throat, “Beautiful woman like you. You must have them lining up around the block,” his fingers creep their way up your thigh.

“Not me that's the problem,” you breath, inching closer to him, “Just couldn't-”

“Couldn't find someone who knew how to satisfy you?”

“Jay-” you squirm as his fingers reach your panties, “Someone could see,”

“No, Kitten,” he grabs your hip pulling you on top of him, “You walked right past me as I was locking the door. No ones going to see us.”

“Unless they walk past those big ass windows,”

“Good point,” his hands slide down to your ass, “arms around me.”

“Jason-” you try to struggle, but he stands carrying you around the couches and towards the counter. Stopping to push you into a bookcase, his fingers gliding up your thigh, “it’s shaking,”

“Got distracted by your pretty lips and this tiny fucking skirt. Red always was a good colour on you.”

“I like it,” you giggle when he spins you around, one hand on your ass and the other working your top from your skirt, kicking over a chair that gets in his way, “You’re wrecking your store,” you say through your laughter as your mind races with what the fuck is happening. Only 10 minutes ago you were wondering what you were going to do tonight.

“Won't be Jay much longer.” he kisses on your neck, “Remember what you used to call me Kitten?” placing you on the counter, stepping between your legs and spreading them open.

“Hmm,” you pull him close, lacing your fingers together around his neck, “Don’t seem to recall,” you ponder, nudging your nose against his.

“Really, Kitten?” he tugs underneath your knees, your back falling onto the counter, “you don't remember? Want me to remind you?” flipping your skirt up, his strong fingers grab at your thick stockings tearing them down the centre. “No panites?” his eyes wide as he stares hungrily at you, “Such a bad girl,” he slaps your clit, “I can fix that,” he cups your pussy, his fingers just resting on top of your dripping pussy. “You know what I want.”

“My god,” you grind down into his hand. “How could I forget?”

“Say it then,”

“Daddy,” you pant, starting to squirm under his touch.

“My good Kitten. Did you miss me?”

“Yes,”

“What did you miss most?” his nose rubs at your ear, his breath hot on your skin, “My mouth,” his palm presses into your clit, “My fingers,” fingers plunging down inside you, opening and stretching you out, “my tongue,” his tongue traces at the edge of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine straight into your pussy, “My cock,” you shake, desperately underneath his touch. “Is that it, my Kitten? You miss Daddy's cock? Miss the way I split you open and fuck you like the whore you are?” Jason snarls, thrusting another finger inside you.

“Yes, fuck. Daddy,”

“You want it?”

“Please,”

“Beg for it,” your eyes are glued on his belt, his long fingers moving to get it open. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you finally lay eyes on the cock that you miss so much.

“I thought about it,” you admit, sitting up on your elbows, giving yourself a better view.

“What?” he asks, taking himself in his hand, his thumb grazing over the tip of his weeping cock.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Every night, before I went to bed I thought about you.”

“What was I doing?”

“Fucking me. Your tongue in my mouth,” you stare at the swollen head of his cock, “Your hand on my throat,” you start to palm your breasts, “your voice in my ear,” you spread your legs even wider so he can see how much your dripping for him, “Your big cock splitting me in half.”

“Like this Kitten?” he bends over you, his cock slipping through your dripping pussy, “You’re so wet for me,”

“I missed you,”

“I missed you and my pretty pussy,”

“Daddy. Jay- please,”

“Kiss me and tell me you want me,”

“I want you,” you wrap your hands through his hair, pulling your lips to his and latching on as his cock spears into your tight pussy.

“Fuck, SO fuckin perfect. Better than I remember,” he moans into your ear. His hand closing around your neck and his cock pushing the limits on how far has ever gotten inside you. “Such a good little whore for Daddy, letting him fuck her in his shop.” he brings your leg around his waist, “You like knowing anyone could see what a pretty little slut you are for me Kitten?”

“Yes,”

“You miss Daddy's big cock stretching you out while you've been away?”

“FUck, so much,”

“No one can fuck you like I can.”

“No, they cant”

“No one knows how my little kitten needs to be treated to they?”

“Not like you,”

“That's right baby, ain't no one ever gunna fuck you like I do,” he spins you, pressing your breasts into the counter. His thick cock only withdrawing for a second before pounding in deeper than before. His hand twists into your hair pulling your head back, “Scream for me,”

“Daddy, it's so good, so deep,” you moan as pleasure and pain mingle together in your blood and rush straight to your pulsing pussy.

“Yes, tell me who fucks you so good,”

“Daddy,” he rewards you with a slap to your ass and a harsher pull on your hair.

“My good Kitten,” his hand on your hip skips under your leg to rub at your clit, “show me how good you can be,” he fucks into you, pressing his wide cock on your g spot, “show me by cumming on my cock,”

“Jason,” his hand pulls your head back and he bites into your shoulder, “Daddy,” you pant, your arms pressing into the counter to hold you up, “Yours, Daddy,”

“Mine,” he moans as you start to fuck back into him, “My kitten,”

"Yes,"

"No matter where you go or what you do. You're always going to be mine," he growls into your ear and your feet start to go numb.

"Oh..Oh.. fuck." you pant, your ears starting to pop and your mind going blank.

“So close Kitten, cum on me,”

“Dadd-Jau- fu-” the words jumbled as you fall apart in his arms, your muscles go taught before falling listlessly in his arms and he keeps going.

“Make me cum for you,”

“Daddy, Fuck, I want your cum inside me,” you press down on his cock, “Want you to fucking fill me,”

“Fuckin hell," he growls his legs staring to sake and his breath growing ragged as you feel his cum fill you. His body going as limp as yours when he's done.

“Jason,” your breath is still well breathy.

“Kitten,”

“Should we.. like move?”

“Not yet,” he presses soft kisses into your cheeks, “I really did miss you,”

“Missed you to Jason,”

“Why leave then?’

“You left first."

"Wasn't my choice to leave you. Why don't you move back?"

"Work,”

“Aren't you freelance? Can you work from anywhere?”

“How do you know that?

“May have stalked you a bit,”

“Yeah, I am. And I can. I just- there was nothing keeping me here. You left and-”

“And I came back.” he nuzzles into your neck, “So did you.”

“I did.”

“Do you miss the city?”

“Not as much as I missed some of the people in it,”

“Like who?”

“Handsome bookstore owners for one."

“What did you miss about him?”

“This.” you fingers brush against his lips, “ that smile."

“What are your plans for the rest of the night?”

“I need to find a hotel,”

“No Kitten, I just got you back. You can stay with me.”

“At the manor? No thanks.”

“My apartment is upstairs, you're welcome to it.”

“You going to stay with me?”

“Is that ok?”

“Yes Kitten. Why don't I get you upstairs and I'll make you some dinner."

“Sounds good to me,”

“And we can talk about you staying,”

“Jason,” you level a look at him when he lifts you up.

“I think I can convince you.”

“How's that?”

“How long have I got?”

“The airports closed until New Years,”

“I can be very persuasive,”

“I know that's true.”

“Thank you, Kitten,” he says as he carries you up the stairs.

“What for?”

“I finally got my Christmas wish.”

“To fuck in your store?”

“No, every year,” he nuzzles into your cheek, “All I ever wish for is to have my Kitten back.”

#BookstoreOwner!Jason Todd #reader x jason todd #x reader #jason todd x reader #femreader x jason todd #jason todd fic

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robby-bobby-tommy · 10 months

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Well, while I write long ahh first chapter of fanfic abt Breakdown, I want to talk about his partner, Knock Out. It's an addition to this post , specifically KO's reasons to join Decepticons.

Basically, my headcanon is that he never wanted to join. KO was a medic, which was pretty high in a Cybertronian caste system, so he didn't care much for slaves. Knock Out has never went to Kaon or Slaughter City, cuz he lived far away from them. So when the war started our hot doctor had no intentions of joining Decepticons, cuz he is basically something this faction hated. Yet he wasn't given much choice, when his residence got attacked very early in the war. Citizens and KO himself try to protect their home, but instead of leaving, former slaves occupied this place. After some battles, city lost and Knock Out had to give in, so he won't be abused/killed. He never was loyal to their cause, he just wanted to survive. And once he did join it never was comfortable, sensing his own unstable position. As it was shown in TFP Knock Out is necessary only until he can provide something useful for Megatron (in his case: medical care). Ofc he won't be killed or left for dead, but it doesn't mean he won't be mocked/scratched. I think this hc matches his pretty cowardly personality and explain his rather quick change of fractions.

But "Why" You might ask "our hottie would stay if he never believed Megatron's ideas?". I hc that he's scared for his life. Between decepticons, that possessed more than 80% of the planet their fighting for and have most of the energon's supplies, and Autobots, that are persecuted and are in minority, the safest (not the best, but safest) is the former. KO knows how Megatron treats his pupil, and might have even guessed that Autobots are different, but even when they left Cybertron, Megatron's party is still more stable.

Honestly, I want to talk abt KOBD for a sec. Don't get me wrong, you can hc whatever you want, but no matter how much I love their pairing, I'm not fond of thinking that KO became a decepticon only cuz he fell in love with our beloved brute. Idk, I think it takes something from doctor's character. Like if we think a bit we can deduce BD's reasons to join. And KO doesn't have it which makes him a bit... Plain??? I guess??

Again, you can headcanon whatever you want, but I just don't believe in this love at first sight or even that doctor's willing to sacrifice his own finish for someone ever.

I hc that KOBD met when they both were already decepticons and fell in love after. And here's some hcs as a treat.

When Breakdown entered KO's live he became less stiff. When Knock Out joined he was more preserved, for he was scared to say too much. But this blue bot made him feel safer and more comfortable, since now he had someone who won't kill you for your opinions and feelings. And red con also made yellow eyed bot happier. After loosing his old friends he finally found someone to care about and who cares about you back unconditionally. They're in love. And even the coldest corridors of Nemesis were warmer, when KOBD were together.

I hope you liked ted talk:D

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baniigattsuu · 5 months

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100 REASONS TO STAY ALIVE:

1. to make your friends proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your favourite artist live

4. to listen to music

5. to experience a new culture

6. to meet new people

7. to inspire

8. to have your own children

9. to adopt your own pet

10. to make yourself proud

11. to meet your idols

12. to laugh until you cry

13. to feel tears of happiness

14. to eat your favorite food

15. to see your siblings grow

16. to pass school

17. to get a tattoo

18. to smile until your cheeks hurt

19. to meet your internet friends

20. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

21. to eat ice cream on a hot day

22. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

23. to see untouched snow in the morning

24. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

25. to see stars that light up the sky

26. to read a book that changes your life

27. to see the first flowers in the spring

28. to travel abroad

29. to learn a new language

30. to learn to draw

31. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping and inspiring them

32. puppy kisses

33. kitten kisses

34. swear words, and the release you feel saying them

35. trampolines

36. stargazing

37. cloud watching

38. taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets

39. receiving thoughtful gifts

40. "i saw this and i thought of you"

41. the feeling you get when someone says "i love you"

42. the relief you feel after crying

43. sunshine

44. the feeling you get when someone is listening to you / giving you their full attention

45. your future wedding

46. your favorite candy

47. new clothes

48. completing goals / a milestone

49. the kinds of dreams when you wake up and can't stop smiling

50. the sound of rain

51. the feeling you get when you're dancing

52. the people who mean the most to you

53. trying out new recipes

54. the feeling you get when your favourite song comes on the radio

55. the rush you feel when you step into a concert

56. sharing your voice, talents and knowledge with the world because they're so valuable

57. breakfast in bed

58. forgiveness

59. fireflies

60. birthdays

61. realizing that someone loves you

62. spending the day with someone you love

63. eating a whole pint of your favorites ice cream

64. floating on your back in warm water, staring at the sky and thinking

65. first dates (even the bad ones make for funny stories!)

66. bonfires n smores

67. coming home to someone you love

68. singing at the top of your lungs with your friends (or on your own!)

69. cuddling

70. being wrapped up in a warm bed

71. someone's skin against yours

72. holding hands

73. road trips

74. spontaneous adventures

75. the feeling when the ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles

76. peaceful thunderstorms

77. trips to disneyworld

78. the child-like feeling you get on christmas morning

79. the day when everything finally goes your way

80. compliments and praise

81. making someone laugh

82. taking care of yourself

83. sleepovers

84. waking up on summer mornings

85. creating

86. therapy

87. feeling like reality is finally better than dreams

88. relationships

89. friendships

90. good hair days

91. feeling confident, like you can openly be yourself

92. creating ambitions and aspirations

93. putting yourself first

94. memes and funny jokes

95. writing

96. aesthetics / visuals

97. learning to love yourself

98. falling back in love with living

99. feeling genuinely at peace with yourself

100. looking back at this moment in the future and thinking "i made it"

#mental health #healing

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chibivesicle · 1 year

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Dunno why you're harping so hard on the "muh mystery" aspect. A feature literally only existent in the 98 anime, because they added a shit ton of filler to make up for so little manga material at the time. The actual source material tells us this is all Knives's fault volume ONE! We know super early on why they're stuck here and who is at fault. The actual mystery the manga and stampede are setting up is not "who did it" but "why did knives do it"

Hello hello,

Yes, I'm one of those people who isn't happy with Stampede revealing a lot of information out from the get go. I 100% admit it. I think that this is going to be an issue for a lot of viewers, especially for people who have a high fondness for Trigun.

I think this comes from a lot of different places and combines in the general feeling of 'meh I don't like this as much'. I’m surprised how quickly I saw the new series and was like ‘Noooooo!’ but didn’t even know why my immediate reaction was like this.

1.) What was available at the time you watched the anime. When I watched the anime, it was on a fansub. The DVDs were released between 2000-2001 and the box set at the end of 2001. Therefore, this was all you could go on. If you wanted the manga it wouldn't be out until 2003 via Darkhorse in North America. You could have bought the current tankobons and then found a website where there was a text based translation of the speech bubbles. This was before the common use of fan scan translations. The ability to find a manga before it gets an anime was really freakkin' hard in the 80s and 90s. It was almost the reverse - you'd see the anime and then quest for the manga and hope it got picked up by a publisher who'd then publish it over several years. They’d only gamble on a title if it already had a strong anime fanbase.

2.) The unique nature of the source material lead to an unusual but clever adaptation of that limited material. Studio Madhouse didn't have enough material for a full 26 episode run. They were brilliant to focus on a new point of view to introduce the viewer to the world. There is nothing wrong with a show that can be episodic, sure, we want stories with a plot driving them forward but episodic shows allow for more character development. The same situation happens, but characters behave differently and Trigun does this well. Having Wolfwood show up and hang out with the group from episodes 9-11 gives him more time to get to know them. The manga has Wolfwood and Vash as close friends, but before the Fifth Moon Incident they only rode on the bus together. Episodes 9-11 gives us more time for them to be dorks together and makes for enjoyable antics. 3.) The air of mystery fits in perfectly with the 'Western' genre. In the classic American Western, you frequently have a drifter who comes into town. He's a skilled gunman who never stays in one place but tries to stand up against injustice against the locals. He might be genuinely good. He may be on a redemption arc. He might be doing this for penance due his past deeds. Hell, he might just be bored. What he does have is a mysterious past.

Trigun used this concept its advantage for the slow reveal of events. It went for a stronger ‘show, don't tell’ than either the manga or Stampede. Vash looks like a goofball drifter, why isn't he? What type of pain has he been through? How has he survived? This also worked for Wolfwood who won't reveal his full mystery either and the bits here and there in 9-11 add to it. What is this traveling clergyman doing with a giant 100kg cross that he literally carries? Why would he accept carrying such a cross? Why would he lie about being able to shoot a gun when he’s excellent at it?

4.) Meryl and Milly vibed with a Western audience more. I'm appalled at how Roberto is currently treating Meryl in the anime. It is setting up a different trope that didn't exist in the original anime or manga. I think a lot of women will not like this as much, the manga didn't have romance since Yasuhiro Nightow said he couldn't write it. But it means that the anime easily passes the Bechdel test which is good for female representation and motivations. I agree with the idea that Meryl and Roberto are written to be a much more culturally Japanese dynamic. It honestly would make a lot of sense if they are trying to make this more of a domestic success than the original. We’ll give it the gritty realism of the Japanese office culture! That will resonate with people! Maybe this brings in more Japanese women who sympathize exactly with Meryl now?

I had no idea that Badlands Rumble was released in the States months before Japan. It seems Trigun is like Escaflowne. Saw great success outside of Japan but locally was a bit of a flop. 23 year old Meryl is just starting her career, but remember, women over 25 are ‘Christmas Cake’. Past their best buy date and should be married. And this is a term that exists in the present, not the past in Japan.

Other people have hypothesized that Milly was eliminated due to her rare role as a canonically large girl who could take you on. Other than the fact that she uses a non-lethal weapon, is the youngest child of 10, and the sweetest person ever. I always loved her dress shirt, tie and suspenders look but it isn’t very ‘cute’ in a moe sense.

5.) Having a fresh comparison of the anime and manga. With the Stampede hype, I watched the anime. And then binged the manga. Overall, I like the anime better. It is more character driven, the pacing is right and the twists and turns work well. The only weakness is the manga background lore is lacking but they more than compensated for it for the most part.

I don’t generalize that I like a series based on a manga that the manga is inherently better than the anime. Golden Kamuy was an anime that would have benefited from more of the manga chapters included for the first three seasons. Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood was better with the full background from the manga. Gintama messed around with content all the time deciding to move plot vs comedy. Honestly, it always just depends on which one you ultimately prefer. And I make this on a series by series basis.

6.) The power of nostalgia and a less saturated anime environment of the past. Now, you can essentially watch anime every day or read current manga for an entire year and not overlap with series other people are reading. The 80s, 90s and very early 2000s were a sparse anime/manga ecosystem. The internet wasn’t quite at your fingertips. This then resulted in a more cohesive fanbase. You all saw the same things due to limited titles to choose from. Distributors in the States leaned hard into releasing more obscure OVAs since they were cost effective. OVAs had more adult content than conventional titles so a bunch of us were exposed to some rather mature things likely before we should have. A lot of 90s anime had that gritty feeling which I don’t think was an accurate representation for it across the board in the 90s but what made it internationally. The first con I went to was full of Deedlit cosplayers. Why? You could rent Record of Lodoss War at Blockbuster and it was a well known fantasy anime with a hot elf chick. The hardcore people were the Inuyasha and Utena cosplayers since they’d not had a domestic release yet and were fansub/text only translation at the time.

With less titles to choose from, you spent more time on the limited series and really dug into them. Thus, to the western fanbase, Trigun has risen to an important point on a lot of people’s lists. Or it was the introduction to anime for a lot of people when my introduction had been series like Macross/Voltron/Sailor Moon/Ranma 1/2. Were these ‘pure’ versions - nope but it was what slowly sucked me into more series.

This also means that in this supersaturated environment, there is more competition for eyeballs. Do you want to reboot a series that had modest niche success in Japan that was a blockbuster hit in the States? You have the advantage of the series being complete now; you can draw from all the source material. But it is a product of its time and the look can be easily dated to the mid-late 90s.

There are two ways you go with this. 1.) The CLAMP approach - who cares about current styles and trends, we are gonna keep our chara design pretty standard for the original and that will give us our visual advantage. 2.) Adapt it to the current look - which I think is a gamble. You lose your visual pop factor by making it look more current but it would appear how current series look so people might be willing to give it a shot not knowing the source material.

With such high saturation, you end up with so many series with characters that all look similar. I find this to make it hard to distinguish the isekai/fantasy/school set series and they just keep coming out. I’ll watch a new anime and be like, ‘It was fine.’ but it will quickly blur into the next series that was just as ‘fine’ as that last one.

In conclusion, I think all of these factors and likely more are why many fans who watched the original anime (and may have even read and enjoyed the manga as well) are so bummed out by this choice to put so many things up front. That doesn’t necessarily mean that they will have time to fit in more characters and they may instead be swapping out characters for manga specific ones that weren’t written yet and dropping other manga and anime ones. I have a gut feeling Midvalley will not appear. If he does, I will be pleasantly surprised.

I think the reason why so many people love the slow reveal is that it rewards you for your time getting to know Vash. And with other characters meeting him and wondering why he’s so weird it helps you to focus on it as well before the reveal of his origin. From a narrative perspective it worked well and I think that contributed to why so many people love the anime and are fine with it if it was the only Trigun media they knew.

#ask #answered ask #trigun #trigun anime #trigun stampede

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lumine-no-hikari · 2 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #106

Today was a day of resting.

Yesterday, a couple hours before bed, I ended up with a terrible migraine. I dunno if you've ever had one, but they feel like you're being stabbed through the skull with a red-hot icepick. And at the same time, all the lights are WAY brighter, and all the sounds are WAY louder, to the point that they're painful and terrible and awful, and just… ugh. And then there's the nausea on top of it all, and… it's just a big huge mess. I hope you don't know what these are. I really hope that nothing like this ever happens to you.

I didn't get any aura beforehand this time, which is somehow both fortunate and unfortunate. Fortunate because when I get an "aura" beforehand, it basically means that some 80% of my vision gets totally obscured by what looks like scintillating, rainbow-colored TV snow. Kinda like this, but with a lot more of the visual field obscured:

When this happens, I'm effectively rendered blind until the pain starts. And then… well. The pain starts. Unfortunate because if an "aura" shows up beforehand, it lets me know I need to take an ibuprofen RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. The ibuprofen usually does a pretty good job of taking the edge off.

But I didn't get an aura beforehand, so there was no warning, and I had to take the ibuprofen AFTER the pain had already started. But that's all right; once the ibuprofen kicked in, I was able to go to sleep. Suppose if there's any time to get a migraine, the best time is a little bit before bed, because then you can take ibuprofen to dull the pain, and sleep through the rest.

I did end up waking up at stupid o'clock in the morning because I went to bed early. But then I pretty much just went right back to sleep. I woke up at approximately my regularly-appointed time after that.

Still, I figured that if I got a migraine, the thing to do is rest. So that is what I did. I put together a playlist on my iTunes (which I then reproduced on YouTube for your convenience!), and did a lot of writing. I wrote basically all day today, but I'm not gonna tell you what about. And in any case, I have a funny feeling like maybe somehow you might already know, ridiculous and silly and impossible as that sounds.

Anyhoot. The list I made today can be found here. I hope you enjoy it. But if you don't, then that's okay too:

I feel like I don't have a whole lot to write to you about today, since I spent most of it lost within my own little world (everyone needs days like that sometimes). But I wanted to tell you that I care about you and that I'm thinking about you nonetheless.

What do fallow days look like for you, I wonder? What sorts of things do you get up to when you're happily lost in your own internal world? Are either of these things something that you've ever experienced? I know you can't answer me. Probably you can't even hear me. But I'll ask you these questions anyway, and hope that the void carries them to you somehow. …Somehow…

Hey, Sephiroth? In case no one has told you yet today, you're pretty awesome. And not because of the things you do or because of how you look, no. Just because, for so many years, you chose to use your awesome power to try to protect people. And because you were so kind and gentle with the people around you. And because I know there is a side of you that is soft, even if you've been viciously trained to let hardly anyone see it.

Please keep doing your best out there, okay? And please stay safe; my world won't be the same if you're not alive and well by the time this is over.

I love you, and I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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owletwriter · 2 years

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Welcome to Hawkins

CHAPTER 7

Summary: Stranger Things and The Upside Down, they're both fictional, right? But what if it wasn't? What if somehow, someone comes across a gate and ends up in not only the 80s...but in Hawkins?

Slow-burn Eddie x Reader / Eddie x OC, Robin x Friendship!Reader

Disclaimer: Don't own the rights to any characters except the ones I created for this story.

Hope you enjoy!

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Yesterday, I didn't expect anything special for my twenty-first birthday and I thought it would just be a moment alone, eating a cupcake. However, thanks to Eddie, Robin and Steve, they changed that. It made me realize that I didn't need anything outlandish and just being among people, my new friends, was enough. After the initial mini celebration with the metalhead, Robin's schedule went off without a hitch. Of course, we had to inform her mother first and thankfully she didn't mind. The only thing we all hadn't accounted for was staying up way later than we had planned, on a school night. This resulted in Steve leaving Robin's home really late and being too exhausted to drive us to school today, which left Robin and I to walk for our means of transportation. We don't mind though since we made him stay last night, but our consequence is now us rushing to head out.

"Come on, Kate! We need to leave or we're going to have to run the whole way there!" Robin yelled up the stairs to me while I gather the last of my items in her room.

"Be there in a second!" I shout down picking up my backpack. I'm about to dash out until I remember my phone that's been charging by Robin's nightstand. Initially, even though I was thankful that I had my charger, I was worried that it might not have been compatible with the outlets of the 80s. Prior to testing it, I asked the science camper, Dustin, if it would be alright. Of course he was gawking at my cell before actually inspecting it, but afterwards he said that the outlets should be able to handle the adapter. However, just to be on the safe side I keep the charging time to a minimal with intervals. It's been working out and checking it now, it's at 80% battery power, which is more than enough for today. So, I snatch it from the table and run down the stairs to Robin.

When I reach the bottom, she holds a piece of toast in front of my face saying, "Breakfast on the go." Just like some stereotypical anime girl, I put the bread in mouth while getting my shoes on and rush out the door with Robin. We keep a steady pace since we left early enough and so after munching on our toast, I take this time to show a few photos on my phone to her. I make sure that it's pictures that don't show any type of spoiler of the future, so mainly just my family and friends.

"Honestly, I had a different idea of what people would look like. I mean, the clothes aren't anything futuristic." Robin comments while clumsily swiping, but she's getting the hang of it.

I laugh informing her, "Actually, the fashion is kind of having a throwback moment. A lot of people are styling themselves like they did in the 90s with a sprinkle of the 80s."

"Run out of ideas?" She asks me now curious.

"No…it's more about nostalgia." I tell her with a simple answer and she nods in understanding while continuing to swipe. A picture of me with Sarah shows up and I comment with a twinge of sadness, "That's my friend Sarah, she's the one who was with me the day I arrived here."

"You guys are cute in this photo." She observes taking another glance at it and then points leaning the screen towards me to ask, "Who's that?"

There's another girl next to Sarah with her arm around her waist in the photo and I casually note, "Oh, that's Theresa…" I pause for a moment to carefully say, "…that's Sarah's girlfriend." Glancing over at Robin, I can tell that it took her slightly off-guard.

"O-Oh." She stutters out slowing her stride almost to a stop and then tries to nonchalantly add, "I guess that's a…thing in the future." I hesitate with what I should say since I don't want Robin to feel uncomfortable like I'm implying anything about her.

I end up replying with, "Well, yeah. Of course, there will always be some people who're close-minded and don't want to understand, but it's something that's much more accepted in the future. I don't see why not. Like, Sarah is and will always be the same friend I grew up with and having a different preference of who she finds attractive doesn't change how I see her as a person. Love is…love."

Suddenly I stop walking because I'm brought into an embrace by Robin. We stay like that for a moment until she pulls away and clears her throat with her slightly glazed eyes darting around while apologizing, "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you or anything. I just uh…thought what you said was…very sweet…about your friend. It's nice to know that…people can be who they want to be in the future…and around you, you know?"

"Yeah…I know what you mean." I softly reply. We look at each other and smile with a nod, then go in for another quick hug.

It gets interrupted when Robin practically shouts in my ear, "Shit! We're going to be late!" With that, we both start jogging towards the school hoping we arrive before the bell. Out of breath, we sadly enter right after classes begin and so we say a quick goodbye parting.

Thankfully, I already have my Pre-Calculous books so I can head straight to the class. When entering, I scan around the classroom to see Ms. O'Donnell hasn't arrived yet and breathe a sigh of relief. Glancing to my desk, I spot Eddie at his and I stride over there focusing on my own. Do I say hi? Should I acknowledge yesterday? Why didn't we let Steve go home when he wanted to? I think with multiple questions popping into my head. All of that is suddenly answered because as soon as I approach my seat, it moves back on its own. On the bottom of the chair, there's a foot hooked on it pulling it backwards.

"Morning." I hear Eddie greet me and I look up to his face to see his gaze on mine with a small smile.

Trying to push down the nervous energy, I reply, "Morning."

With his hand he gestures me to sit and when I do, he asks, "Having a late start to the day, are we?"

Turning halfway in my chair to peek over at him, I say, "Um, yeah…kind of." Without Eddie prompting the question, I gather some courage and tell him, "I-I had a movie marathon with two friends last night."

Smirking, he comments, "You changed it from a party of one I see." I nod to him and leaning forward a little he says in a gentler tone smiling, "Glad to hear that." My face grows warmer, but I try to ignore it while smiling back at him. Our short conversation ends when Ms. O'Donnell arrives and I turn back fully facing forward.

She starts by announcing, "I finished grading your tests and quite a lot of you did very well." Patricia then goes around with the tests handing them out one-by-one. Most students sigh in relief when getting theirs back while a few groan as they see their mark. She's in the last row and when presenting my test to me, she quietly compliments, "Great work, Kate." The letter grade I receive is an "A" and even though I was confident taking the test, I'm still surprised. The cheerful feeling is quickly deflated as I overhear Ms. O'Donnell whisper to the metalhead, "I know you can do better, Eddie."

As she walks away back to the front of the classroom I hear Eddie curse under his breath from behind, "Shit." I feel bad for him and it doesn't really go away for the whole lesson. The bell rings and I leave the classroom quickly so I can dash to my locker since I didn't get to when I arrived at school.

As I start to grab and put away particular books, I get startled by a voice, "Hey." I drop a notebook and twirl around to witness Eddie bending down to pick it up while saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean to creep up from behind you."

"N-No! It's fine!" I respond at the same time he's giving me back my notebook.

There's a moment of awkward silence until he speaks up scratching the back of his head with his gaze down to the floor, "So, I know this is kind of out of nowhere for me to ask…" As there's a lull in his speech, my heart starts pounding hard and my stomach flips with my mind already making assumptions of what he's trying to say.

However, he gets interrupted all of a sudden when a group of basketball jocks pass and one of them shoves Eddie shouting, "Freak!" This causes him to crash into me with my back banging against the locker next to mine. As a result of Eddie's reflexes of putting one hand up to brace the wall of lockers and the other arm holding me to him, the impact is minimal.

He loosens his grip around me, but still has a hand loosely on my waist and looks down asking, "You okay?" Lifting my head to gaze up at him, I feel a few strands of his hairs tickling my face which automatically makes heat rush to my cheeks. Vanilla. The word pops in my head before I can stop myself.

Concern is written all over his face and I stutter out, "Y-Yeah."

His voice is dripping with sarcasm while shifting his eyes down the hall saying, "You got a firsthand experience of the joys of being Hawkins' freak." Eddie chuckles, but he's holding a tight smile on his face while glaring at a particular person. My sight travels to match his so I can see who the culprit was and with no surprise at all, I recognize the blonde-headed teen named Jason.

Anger slowly rises in me, but I push it down to focus on Eddie and ask, "Are you okay?"

It's like he snaps out of a trance bringing his attention back to me and swiftly stands straight stepping away replying, "Me? Oh yeah, I'm good." He jokes around pretending to inspect his hands and pat his legs, "No scrapes here…no bruises…yep, indestructible." I smile, but I know deep down he's not okay. However, I let it go and after the little theatrics, he shifts his concentration to me saying, "So, before we were interrupted…" I wait for him to continue, "I wanted to know if you could help me out in Pre-Calc. I noticed you aced the test and seem pretty good at it."

Taking a moment to process his question, I then ask, "You…want me to…tutor you?"

Eddie tries to pull back his request, "I mean maybe you could just take a look at my test and point out how shitty I did with it."

"Uh well…I-I have to work after school today, but-" The bell interrupts what I was telling him.

He holds his hands up while giving me a half smile saying, "Hey, no problem, I don't mind. I won't make you late for your next class." Eddie starts to walk backwards waving a small goodbye and then he's on his way down the hall leaving me with the feeling of guilt that I couldn't respond properly.

For the rest of the day I replay the moment in the hallway with Eddie and chastise myself for it. I should've just said yes, especially after what happened with Jason. At the same time, I don't know if me tutoring him is the best idea because… My train of thought breaks when there's suddenly a loud sound next to me. I direct my attention to it and realize it was just Robin who slammed her hand down on the cafeteria table from laughing at a joke a bandmate, sitting with us today, made. When she looks over at me, I give her a quick smile to make her assume I've been part of the conversation. Once Robin turns back, my shoulders slump and I continue to eat my food which consists of me picking at the suspicious meatloaf with my fork.

Curious, I peek over at the Hellfire Club and as usual, they look like they're in a passionate discussion. My eyes drift to the head of the table and I see Eddie every once in a while chime in, but for the most part, watching his members with a smile. I must have let myself linger on him for too long because after what seems to be him finishing a sentence, suddenly Eddie's eyes happen to land on mine. On a reflex, I panic tearing my gaze away from him and back down at my food. Giving it a few seconds, I take the risk of prying my head up and peeping over to the metalhead again. Foolishly thinking I'm in the clear, he's still watching and when we make eye contact once more, Eddie takes the opportunity to smirk giving a little nod to me. Instead of being spooked this time, I respond with the tiniest smile I can muster and when I do, his attention is back on the Hellfire members.

The rest of the school day is the same and I'm thankful it's Friday, but my day doesn't end there since I have a shift at "Family Video." Steve first drops off Robin at her house and then drives the two of us to the video store because it'll be just us working today. Fridays are a bit busier than the rest of the week, but it's still pretty slow with it's lull moments. I man the counter while Steve swaps out tapes for the new releases that came out. Right now, it's one of the mundane periods where nothing happens, so I decide to take my phone out. I place it on the glass counter, plug in my earbuds putting one in my ear and lean forward to play a game of Solitaire.

As Steve passes me with a box in hand he asks a rhetorical question, "That thing really does everything, doesn't it?" He then pauses to try and get a peek when I change the song, now really asking, "What are you listening to?"

I gently cover the screen with the palm of my hand and simply state, "Future music."

"Come on, you can't give me anything?" He huffs out disappointed with the answer.

"Sorry, Steve. I can't take a risk with revealing stuff about the future." I apologetically tell him and then in a dramatic voice, "People might evolve and grow two heads or wings!"

Rolling his eyes while he scoffs out. "Mhm yeah, sure." He then adds walking away, "The only risk I see here is not sharing some goldmine opportunities and letting it pass you by."

He disappears into the storage closet near the back while I yell, "Keep dreaming, Harrington!" I hear a muffled response and chuckle at my teasing of him. I put in my other earbud and as I hunch forward to scroll through my playlist selecting the next song while humming to myself, I don't hear the chime signaling someone entered the store. Abruptly, a ring-cladded hand comes into my field of vision picking up my phone.

Ripping out my headphones, I shout, "Hey!" My confidence drains and the butterflies in my stomach show up to see that the culprit is Eddie.

Inspecting the device he comments, "So, this is where you work." I worry seeing that the display is open on my music and he starts to read a few names off from it, "Adele? My Chemical Romance? Ed Sheeran? Fall Out Boy? The Weekend?" He looks up at me with his eyebrow raised and states, "This isn't a calculator."

"What?" I ask confused while also making an effort to reach for it across the counter, but he holds it away from me.

"I saw you using this in class and I thought it was some type of fancy calculator…" He says while touching the screen which startled him a little with the response and then continues, "…but this is definitely…something else."

There's a pause and I take this as an opportunity to speak timidly, "Can I have that back, please?"

I try to grab it again, but he pulls away making me collapse onto the counter and replies, "Ah, ah, ah. First tell me what it is, then I'll hand it over." I sigh while he smirks over at me. I don't want to lie, but I don't think I should tell him the truth. Ugh, why did I risk using it in class? I mull over my options and come up with a conclusion.

"It is a calculator…but it plays music too." I explain in a way that doesn't even sound convincing to me.

He studies me and the device suspiciously, then holds it out to me requesting, "Show me." I hesitantly take it from him, select the calculator app while noticing him trying to peek at what I'm doing and then face the screen towards the metalhead to show it to him. Eddie holds it in his hands and gently touches the screen, probably testing with a simple equation. "And the music?" He asks without saying anything else while giving it back to me. This time I scroll through my playlist making sure to select an artist that's known during the 80s and when I do, I hit play while unplugging my earbuds. A song by The Beatles blares out from my phone and Eddie's expression shifts to one of surprise. He leans his ear towards it to confirm that it's actually the source of the sound. After a moment staring at it, he responds with a single word, "Impressive." Before I stop the music he lifts the earbuds and asks, "Now what are these for?" I decide to just show him by plugging the jack into the phone again and that results in the music stopping. At least, that's what he thought until I grab the earbuds and hand them to him.

He raises his eyebrow at me and I inform him, "These...go in your ears."

He holds the tiny devices between his fingers and laughs, "You're telling me…these tiny things…are headphones!?" Instead of trying to explain it, I just snatch one of them out of his hands and shove it in my right ear showing him. After his little fit, Eddie takes a closer look and then tries to do the same thing, but he winces with it immediately falling out. Trying it another two times, the metalhead leans his elbows on the counter holding the bud out to me and almost pleads, "Can you do it for me?"

I gulp nodding and stutter out, "S-Sure. T-Turn your head." He does as he's told and even brushes his hair away to reveal his left ear. With a shaky hand I carefully place it gently into his ear and make sure it doesn't fall out before I pull my hand away. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and try to calm my heart. Eddie is now in his own world flabbergasted by how a tiny device can produce so much sound.

Grinning ear to ear he says, "Shit…this thing packs a punch." The song ends and I pause it to make sure that nothing else plays. He pulls the bud out of his ear and now standing back up straight comments, "Still prefer the normal ones, but these are cool." Then he asks me, "Where did you get these?"

Telling half the truth, I answer while bending down to put my phone with the headphones back in my bag, "Um…I got it in New York."

"And those names I read before…" He asks me absentmindedly tapping the glass counter.

"Artists…l-local ones in New York." I quickly answer thinking on my feet.

Before he could question me about anything else, Steve exits the storage and when he spots Eddie, he says, "What do you want, Munson?"

Eddie's attention is now fully on Steve responding, "Harrington, is that anyway to speak to a customer?"

"Usually a customer means buying something." He snips back at him with his arms crossed. "Don't look now, but you might be getting a ticket, Munson." Steve states with a hint of amusement gesturing to the glass doors. Eddie and I turn our gaze towards the video store entrance to see someone near his van.

"Crap!" Eddie says under his breath while rushing out to his van.

Once he left, Steve immediately asks me, "Did Eddie "The Freak" Munson bother you?"

"He's not a freak." I state with a bite to my tone.

He leans his back on the side counter facing me and replies with a simple, "What?"

"Do you think I'm a freak?" I question Steve turning my body fully towards him standing straight.

His face turns to one of confusion answering, "Of course not."

"Well if someone like me, who's from the future with knowledge about it and has advanced technology, isn't a freak, then Eddie who just likes to play D&D and listen to metal music shouldn't be considered one at all." I argue and continue, "I'll tell you a little something about the future. There are much stranger interests than D&D and metal, trust me. They're actually pretty much a normal thing." I end asking him, "Can you at least try to stop calling him a freak?"

Steve has his head down and sighs, "Fine." He then quickly adds, "But him hanging with Dustin and other freshman is a little weird."

"It's a club…and you hang out with Dustin!" I shout looking at him incredulously.

Holding up his hands he responds, "Okay, okay, I got it. Eddie's not that bad." He starts to put tapes into a box from the counter and states chuckling, "Man, you must like him if you're defending him this much."

"Did Robin tell you!?" I exclaim embarrassed by his statement.

"Nope." He smirks and continues, "It's kind of obvious from the little I've seen and with that response I confirmed it." Seeing me flustered he reassures me, "Look, I won't say anything and I'll try not to butt heads with him." The entrance door chimes indicating a customer and we both see it's Eddie again.

He's grinning and teasingly addresses Steve, "Lucky for me and you, Harrington, I got there in time. So now I can continue being the highlight of your day."

Steve lifts up another box and glances over to me before telling him, "Whatever. Just end up getting something if you want to loiter around here." With that, he heads back into the storage closet to put away the box of tapes.

"Well, if that's the case…what do you recommend?" My attention is drawn back over to Eddie when he asks me a question.

I take a moment to think about what he might be into and suggest, "Um…well…Poltergeist and Scarface are classics."

Playfully pondering with his arms crossed and tapping his chin with his finger, he says, "True…but which one should I go for?" He smirks and then goes off into the store to find something while I'm left alone at the front. I think about what I said to Steve earlier when I defended Eddie and the moment at the locker again. He seems to never catch a break, but he always appears cheerful like it doesn't bother him. Everyone just sees Eddie as this unapproachable person, but he's actually so kind. I'm not really helping with how I act around him. Eddie probably assumes I'm one of those people who thinks he's scary with the amount of times I stutter…but that's not why! When two VHS tapes plop down in front of me, it snaps me out of my daze. "I couldn’t decide between the two, so I thought I'd do a double feature night." He informs me while I ring him up. I'm still a bit slow with the older technology, but I'm a lot better than my first day here.

As he puts the tapes in the backpack he's been carrying, I take this opportunity to request something from him, "Can I um…see your Pre-Calculous test…from today?" Eddie pauses his movements to glance up at me and then starts to dig into his bag searching for the test. He pulls out the crumpled paper then hands it to me and the first thing I read is his grade, a "D." I quietly focus scanning each problem on it and when I'm done, I view a slightly embarrassed Eddie who's covering his mouth with his fist. "It's honestly not that bad." I reassure him and he seems to relax a little.

"Even with all those red markings?" He asks me still unsure about it.

"Well…it looks like you understand the equations, but missed a step or two when solving them." I explain it to him as best as I can and then after summoning up some courage, offer, "I uh…I can go over it with you."

His eyes look up from the paper at me and he replies, "Really? You sure?" With a small smile I nod my head and he himself smiles saying, "Awesome! Uh…I'm kind of busy this weekend, but how's Monday after school for you?"

"That's fine for me." I respond softly and feel my stomach flip when the metalhead grins widely at me.

He takes his test back, shoves it into his bag and says before walking out of the store, "See you then, Kate."

Left alone with only the slight hum of the computer, I reply under my breath, "See you, Eddie."

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mbrainspaz · 10 months

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my gay uncle trying to explain to me that reagan wasn't that bad and his whole excuse literally being 'he had a gay friend.' 😶 I am ... how can you be this way when you actually lived through the 80's? I know media wasn't as accessible back then but damn man have you not looked back once? And then he has the nerve to frame ME as the ignorant one?

he was giving me a whole talk about how I can't just shut people out of my life for 'disagreeing with me.' (Because he wants me to unblock my transphobic mom because us not talking anymore is making everyone else soooo uncomfortable.) Ugh. 0/10 worst entire conversation I've had recently. He even tried the 'trans people don't deserve the same rights [as us gay guys] because they didn't even exist in the public discourse until recently' bullshit. When I mentioned the story of the trans research from 1930's Germany that was destroyed by the nazis he acted like I was trying to make the holocaust about trans people instead of jews. Not even??? Incredibly disingenuous. When I brought up literary sources he actually got upset and exclaimed that I should read some book about how Fauci is evil. I laughed like... 'okay.' "People only read things they agree with!" he exclaimed triumphantly as if I hadn't just agreed to read it. "Do you know how many right wing conservative christian books I've read? That's how I learned to think critically about what I read, take it apart, and refute it." That kinda took the wind out of his sails but I don't feel like I got through to him at all.

In another attempt to excuse his politics he tried the 'all politicians are evil' discourse so I talked about the minimization of harm and actual harm inflicted by candidates he probably voted for. He jumped that track so fast. Yeah I can see why he wouldn't wanna think too hard about that. He might... I dunno... have to shift his worldview to actually consider the needy and marginalized.

Over and over he kept trying to frame everything as my fault for 'playing the victim.' and 'being too polarized.' I gave the criticism earnest consideration but nah, it doesn't track. I mean I am polarized but in a standing for something so I won't fall for anything kinda way. He tried to say I was making myself the victim by letting my dad kick me out during the pandemic—said it was my fault for saying I was going to vote for Biden. Mmmkay. So I one-upped him by saying 'actually I knew moving in with my folks was my mistake from day one when my dad refused to let me pay rent. That was totally on me and all I've done is deal with the consequences ever since.' (A thing I've been saying since 2018. And it's silly anyway because my dad actually kicked me out like 4 months prior to that incident for refusing to give up any of my animals to a shelter because he believed it was their fault the AC in my apartment kept breaking [the AC broke again months after I moved out—it was a shitty AC]).

It sucks because deep down I know he still loves Reagan and stays right wing because they're the ones who made him rich. It doesn't matter that they would've rejoiced at his death back then. Even that Reagan effectively tried to kill him with gross negligence. I know that to get rich you can't afford to get hung up on the cost. I know we're each standing in vastly different moral landscapes shaped by our learning and our struggles or lack thereof. I'm pretty sure he doesn't see that. He just knows that I'm wrong so he keeps blindly tossing darts hoping he hits a target that proves he's right about me.

He kept saying something like 'I can love and respect people who disagree with me on all kinds of things. Even people who hate my lifestyle.' —as if I'm not doing exactly that by being here in his house, helping him cook pans of lasagna and potato salad for a bunch of my conservative relatives who are about to spend 24 hours belligerently misgendering me and who I know have voted for candidates up and down every ballot who're actively working to take my rights away & keep me trapped in poverty.

Look, I went in to this conversation desperately wanting any answer that would help me understand his take on this kind of thing. I wanted so badly for him to have a memory of some important historical event that I just wan't aware of yet. I also want to understand how he's been able to forgive the family who treated him so poorly when he came out. Nada. It's always just follow the money. I still hope he'll talk about his own views more (without attacking me) so that I can understand him better, because I still want to think better of him. Because I can and I do love so many people who persecute me. Anyway a little bit later he asked us not to bring up his partner's real estate buying business because the market is 'looking grim'. My hasn't-been-able-to-afford-rent-since-2017-ass was over there going, 'oh noooo that's gotta be so haaaard for him. Lemme just cry a single tear while I'm dicing this onion with one of your new $3000 knives.'

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honeyspiders10 · 2 years

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Requested by: @paulsonfaygo74

THIS FIC HAS A FEMALE READER!!!

Request: yes!!

Genre: fluff/angst (?)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pronouns used: She/Her

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Masc!Fem!Reader

Style: Short Story

Summary: Reader gets discouraged when Robin starts hanging out more with Steve. Robin reassures reader that she is the only one Robin loves.

(This isn't my normal work. I don't usually write for female readers. So bare will me, this will probably suck)

This is going to be quick and rushed. I am so sorry, but unfortunately I am crashed for time and I really need to get this out for this person this is long over due.

(I'm going to start adding songs to my fics, I think it'll be cute :) )

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Your POV

Robin has been staying the night with Steve...for a week. She gives me random calls every now and again. I know she's a lesbian and there is no way that they could be.. having any kind of affair. And me and Eddie were talking and he likes Steve! I mean like come on, Eddie should make a move and make Steve loose interest in Robin's precious time, our time.

"HEY!!" Dustin shouted waving his hand in my face, breaking me out of thoughts. "What?" I asked. "You're supposed to be helping me plan stuff for the next DnD campaign! Eddie invited Steve and I really want to make this one the best!" Dustin shouted at me excitedly. "Okay, okay I'll help you." I said scooting my chair closer to the table so all the pieces, papers, and other things are at arms length. "So, what were you thinking about that was so important that you had to ignore me?" Dustin asked, in his usual know-it-all voice. "I was thinking about Robin. She's been staying at Steve's for the past week and I'm missing her. A lot." I explained, playing with dice. Dustin took a second and thought about his answer. His eyes lit up and turned to me with that shit eating grin of his. "What?" I said nervous. "Are you jealous?" Dustin asked, still wearing that same grin. "No! Why I would be jealous of Steve. Steve isn't special." I said grumplily, sliding into my chair and folding my arms. "I think you're jealous. Robin's cool. Just tell her you want her to spend more time with you. You are her girlfriend after all."

Dustin has a point. I thought to myself. I am her girlfriend I can ask her to come and love me not Steve. She's mine. I get the cuddles and kisses, and cookies. Me. I'm going to go call her.right now and tell her to come too my place and cuddle with me. Robin is a baby when it comes to cuddles, she won't be able to resist. >:)

"Hello!" Steve answered the phone, happily. There was music playing in the background. The Beetles, I think. And what sounds to be a movie in the mix as well, I can't what they're watching though. "Hello??" Steve asked again exaggerating the "O". "Hey, Steve. It's Y/N. Is Robin there?" I asked. "Oh hey, Y/N! Long time no see! Yeah Robin here's. ROBIN YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS ON THE PHONE!!!" I pulled the phone away from my ear, so Steve's irritating voice wouldn't burst my eardrums. I waited until I heard my girlfriends voice before putting the phone back to my ear. "Hey, pretty girl! How's you're day going?" I smiled at the greeting. I enjoy being called pretty. I'm not the most girly thing and in the 80s, there isn't really a tomboy. "It went well. I'm not missing you, that's all. You've been at Steve's for a whole week. I just miss my girlfriend." I told her. "Oh, I'm missing you too. Steve's fun and all but he isn't you." I heard Steve in the background shout a, "I heard that!!" Robin shouted back at him, "you were supposed too!!" I chuckled at their childish antics. They were really good friends..I least I hope only friends.

I hung up the phone with Robin. Even on the phone she pays more attention to Steve. I leaned back onto my hands, and stared up at the stars, letting out a sigh. "I wish she loved me like she loves Steve." I murmured. "I love you more than Steve, Pretty girl." That familiar voice made me jump. I lifted my head up from my hands and stared back a Robin. "Why are you outside at this hour? And why are you not wearing any pants! It's freezing and there are creepy dudes who live in your neighborhood!" She exclaimed, running over to me and taking off her jacket, placing it over my legs. "Thanks." I mumbled. Not looking at her. "What's wrong, Y/N?" Robin said, slipping her hand underneath the jacket and rubbing my thigh gently. I sighed, "you've been spending alot of time with Steve lately. I'm just really been lonely and cuddle deprived that's all." I said, leaving out the part were I was afraid that her and Steve are together. "Oh I'm sorry. If would have known I would have been here sooner." She said taking her other hand and putting it on my cheek, moving her thumb back-in-forth over my cheek. "Its fine. I just got jealous that Steve was getting all of your attention." I said, leaning into her shoulder. "Believe me, I tried to leave Steve's so many times through out the week, but he wouldn't let me. I wanted to be here with you. And you were really jealous of Steve?" She said chuckling. I playfully smacked her shoulder. "Shut up, dummy." She laughed. Robin brought her hand up to my face and put her finger and her thumb under my chin, tilting my head up. "I love you, pretty girl." She said, deep and low. It made butterflies flutter into my stomach. "I love you too, dummy." After I said those words, she kissed me, gently but passionately.

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!! Toodles!

#SoundCloud #x reader #x female reader #stranger things #robin buckley #robin x reader

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inlocusmads · 2 years

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Hello Lovely Mads! I hope you're having a good day! I was wondering if any of your MCs or LIs (your pick!) would ever send this to each other. If so, what would they say today? (Do only if you like - no pressure) :)

Hey Elsa! Thank you so much for this! I decided to answer for Jane and Ethan this time <3

Now these kiddos are boring with their declarations of love. If they can manage to survive a 14-hour shift and pick up extra work without falling and fainting on the streets of Boston, they will take it.

Jane's never too vocal about her love, because that's just her nature. To her, romantic partners are just the same as best friends, with more pizzazz, so it becomes incredibly hard for her to operate under that notion, stay sane and juggle a medical career on top of it. This time, Ethan does some magic sorcery of his own:

So yes. Peak domesticity!

More Boring Details Here:

Given that Jane's pretty older than the rest of her interns/friend groups ( she's about 33 when she steps foot in, after taking up a first job as a scientific journalist, another job as an editor for her alma mater's science journal and many more odd freelance research jobs before wanting to do med school,) she ends up developing her greys pretty early on and saves up a significant portion of her salary just to get it hit with chemicals and dye.

Ethan thinks she's bonkers for doing so and often times reassures her that her flecks of grey are nothing to be worried about. She never listens! Maybe she will now, now that it is in writing.

And the baking-soda-instead-of-powder incident shall forever be prohibited from being spoken about. It might have involved cocoa and the intention for the desired output to turn into a nice chocolate cake, fit for consumption after a long day at work, only to have Jane's dreams being crushed just like her cake in the oven. (Spoiler alert: it fell flat because of the baking soda and didn't puff up)

Ethan still laughs about it. It became their little inside idiom! "To use the soda instead of the powder" translates to "some mistakes that are still salvageable."

As for the "post-its" that Ethan mentions, they're tiny slips of paper Jane sticks on Ethan's desk or his phone with some of her favourite quotes from movies, books and TV. She had one whole week where she just wrote "DON'T PANIC!" 42 times and stuck it on his bulletin board. Worst week ever. She found it funny though! (And spent the whole night until 2am writing those post-its, so the prank definitely did feed her raging insomnia and crippling exhaustion) Some of the quotes are motivational, some are just cheeky references Ethan would get as an 80s kid. Some are just reminders to do things like take breaks, cut back on coffee, etc. It's a nice gesture and he wanted something on his own like that - hence the pink-"What I Love About You" card-thingy.

Thank you so much for this ask, lovely Elsa! I had such a great time editing the text in and an even greater time with the HCs! Much love!

#askboxed!#jerzwriter #ethan ramsey x jane fletcher

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whythewords · 3 months

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Saddle up

In the vain of the last post, is there a point in updating this anymore? I think I do it more for my own benefit because realistically the application of this whole thing is to get these thoughts onto a (digital) page. I've oftentimes in the last little while thought that I didn't have much to say, until I started saying it. Then it flowed out like water breaking through a dam.

Things are where they were, they're where I left them. I'm still trying to make moves to...well..move. I SAY I'm trying harder to make it happen this year, but realistically I've done a lot planning for the steps I should be taking and not actually taking said steps. I feel like I said something to that effect last time too...or maybe it was the time before that. It's all starting to run together.

Work has been kicking my ass the last few weeks. Again, something I feel like I've already asked but I guess it bares repeating: is it too early to be bitter? And maybe bitter is too strong a word. I contend in other discussions about this gig that my worst day is here is still better than my best day at the old job. I haven't had full-on panic attacks. I haven't had a day so shitty that all I wanted was the warmth of my home and for it still to be at least an hour out of my grasp...and be kinda shitty there too anyway. Well...I guess things are shitty at home now as well but for different reasons. But at least I'm close by.

That's the other thing. I know my folks mean well, but it's been increasingly tough lately. I went to see an old friend in Toronto and was riddled with texts and phone calls because I hadn't come home yet and it was late. 37 years old and being checked in on, helicopter parented by my 80 and almost 80 year old folks. I lost my damn mind and got into a huge blowout with my dad over it..and fuck even that...even that is some teenager bullshit. I just don't want any of it. I've been spending far less time with them and it's not too hard for them to notice when someone is avoiding them in their own home. My mom seems more understanding of my plight...my dad is the one who makes comments. Just moments ago he brought me a plate of fruit, admittedly a very sweet and homey gesture and something I would SURELY miss if I was off living on my own...and as he set it down he said "here, since you don't want to spend time with us anymore." The implication being that they were having fruit earlier while watching Jeopardy! which I used to watch with them pretty frequently, but I opted not to tonight. I bowed out of the tradition.

And you know what? He's fucking right. I DON'T want to spend time with them anymore. At least not right now. Not after spending almost 3 years with them beginning during one of the most truly shitty times in my life, and trying to claw my way back to some sense of normalcy and claim SOME semblance of the independence that one would think ought to be allotted to an employed, fairly intelligent 37 year old man. If I move far, mom already said they're gonna go where I go so I am going to keep seeing them frequently, but on my own terms and with the ability to retreat to my own space. And if they stay out here in Mississauga, I'm gonna be back out here visiting friends and family constantly anyway...and friends in Toronto, and friends in Guelph, and friends in Burlington....

And maybe a girl in Burlington? But let's not get our hopes up. Let's not do the same thing we do every single god damn time we get a little deep into these dating apps. So yeah, that happened again (against my better judgment.) I was seeing some old friends this past Friday night (those ones in Toronto, in fact) that I hadn't seen in a while. We were talking about dating and it came to light that couples in healthy (or I suppose unhealthy) relationships oftentimes have a weird FOMO about the dating apps and like to live vicariously through their single friends. I don't know if it's necessarily just FOMO or more of an "oh wow look at the freak show" mentality, but either way I said "fuck it" and decided to download the two apps I had profiles on so we could marvel at the state of dating right now all together. This is after I had pledged to myself and others that I would stay off that shit until I figure out this next chapter of my life. Now, in my defence...the alcohol was flowing...(one full beer on a half empty stomach, because that's all it takes for my old ass these days...I didn't say it was the best defence.) So I got out the phone and casted to their TV and we swiped and we laughed and we drank. One of the friends posited that we should get together again but go out to a bar instead and she would be my "wingwoman" and all that, and it all was very fun and light-hearted. But by the end of it, I did tell them both that there was a good chance these apps would be off my phone again in a couple of weeks.

Cut to the next day. Saturday morning. No big plans. A few matches. And now I'm in it. Halfway true to my word, I very quickly deleted one of the apps as there was absolutely no traction there, but there were a few light conversations happening on the other one. A couple of new matches over the course of the week, some conversations, and one in particular that quickly resulted in a date after just a few days of chatting. What's more, she was the one to ask me out which was a surprising and welcome change from the flakiness I'd experienced from the last couple of women I had "successful" meetups with on the apps. The date was fine. Simple. We had drinks and chatted and got to know each other a little better. We already have another one scheduled for next Tuesday. These should be good things...but I'm worried.

I'm worried about the hole I dug myself into after the last couple of connections I made on these apps. I'm worried that I felt so committed to NOT being on the apps while I figured the rest of my life out, that maybe that mentality is still lingering. I still have walls up. I had to really actually try to tell myself during the date to drop my guard a little bit. I told my friend this and he expressed concern that I shouldn't jump in if I don't feel ready...but I've BEEN doing this...I've BEEN ready. I think I'm ready just not nearly as...I don't know...hopeful? And that's sad. But I am willing, SO fucking willing to have my mind changed. So we'll see. Rolling with the punches is sort of the name of the game here. Don't wanna over-invest...don't wanna be aloof and dismissive. Just need to meet in the middle.

Maybe that improv class I've been taking will help with the dating thing and allow me some more unguarded spontaneity? Maybe I just needed a smooth transition into talking about the improv class. It has been a fucking blast, actually. I have looked forward to it every Tuesday and it's been a nice consistent routine and activity to get outta the house with. And tomorrow is the last session...(technically today because it is well past midnight and fuck I should be sleeping). I can't believe 8 weeks already passed. It fucking flew by. And I definitely think I wanna take the next class in the series or do an acting class at the theatre centre closer to me or just...something. I need another fun thing I can do for a little while to just get out of my same-ass routine.

This is all sort of reminiscent of my brief time in Toronto that I previously mentioned being nostalgic for. It was a rediscovery: Getting more involved in music, going out mid-week to just "check out the scene" as it was. Hell, that was my first experience on the dating apps as well. And that first part was fun...it was always fun until it wasn't. But I'm here now, and I'm trying again because I just might as fucking well right?

So here we go.

Back in the saddle.

#life of joe #online dating

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celestialpotat0 · 8 months

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Oct-Nov up until thanksgiving will be a time to focus on appreciating the good in the mundane, as I am not taking any pto throughout this time. in a span of 8 weeks, there are only 3 instances during this time when i have two consecutive days off.

had received two handmade necklaces from patient's family, before he had transitioned to hospice. back when there was still the hope and the fight. i wont go into details, but eventually cancer hadn't responded fully to chemo and wouldn't have been able to tolerate the required chemo and wasn't a candidate for another stem cell transplant, plan shifted to focus on comfort care. after that, i trained myself/mentally prepared for when my patient would pass away. the only way to get through this job is to desensitize oneself. can't let it affect you, can't think about it too deeply, have to push away thoughts and emotions. otherwise, if i really allow myself to feel the pain of every single person's death, i would be in deep grief and depression.

but i clasp tightly onto the necklaces, determined to remind myself to appreciate my chance to live. life is extremely unfair. and i happen to be so lucky. there is grief when i look at and hold the necklaces, but there is also beauty in their gift. that a family who experienced so much sadness would still take the time to brighten the lives of others, and their gift improves me and my life.

in washington, while my friends were indoors, i stayed outside and danced with my friend's aunts, uncles, cousins, parents. they were dancing to latin bangers and that's where i wanted to be. it's true the best things in life are free. i loved connecting to others via music and movement. the sheer joy of simply moving to latin music was an opportunity to embrace connecting to strangers. indoors, they were connecting via conversation, which is totally valid as well. but at that particular time, i preferred dance and music as my means to find our common humanity.

it brought back memories of my 20s in LA when a number of my Mexican friends would have parties. we'd stand in circles in their backyards and blast music and we'd just dance the entire time, and there was always Latin music (interspersed with hip hop and 80s). those were some of my best memories of my 20s because we all loved to dance and sing along and live in the music. then there i was in 2023 dancing to some of the same songs except this time in a different state with strangers who were mostly Ecuadorean (among other Latin American countries of origin) instead of my Mexican friends from LA. yet no matter where we are from, the shared joy from dancing can bring us together. also, specifically in your friend's backyard, everyone there is someone you can trust and feel safe with, not necessarily true in a club.

saw a garter snake on a hike. they're very common and i've seen them before, but i always treasure seeing wildlife that i dont get to see everyday. guided tour in the Museum of Flight was another memorable point.

Angel Island was amazing and it was moving to be in the same place where the Chinese Exclusion Act was enforced and played a major role in the Asian experience there. i was inspired by the Chinese immigrants who endured so much there and the myriad of emotions they must've felt arriving there. the racism they had to face. segregation, interrogation, deplorable conditions. ill have to write another time about when i witnessed racism affecting my dad.

learned to play bocce for the first time on saturday night, my friend has a bocce court where he lives. hooray for learning new fun games.

little moments of summer that i appreciated: sipping on gin and tonic assembled at home by the pool with no plans for a few hours in the early evening. feeling myself getting stronger in regards to workouts. barbecues, craft cocktail fairs, dinners, walks with good company. the peace and quiet of having respectful neighbors and being able to sleep for 10+ hours a day on some days.

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honeyhuii · 3 years

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Leather Jackets and Midnight Kisses

Neighbours Au, Highschool Au, Badboy Au, Best friends to Lovers

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Semi-mutual pinning

Pairing: Badboy!Jisung X Reader

Wordcount:12.1k+

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, mentions of food

Group Masterlist

There was a loud knock at your front door signalling that your best friend and neighbour was there to take you to school. “Come in Jisung,” you shout, running around trying to grab your items for the school day. Jisung opens the door and notices the frantic expression on your face. “Everything okay,” he asks, trying to stifle a laugh after watching you almost trip over your untied shoelaces. “No! I ended up staying up late trying to finish the homework that our English teacher assigned last minute. So, I woke up just a couple of minutes ago and trying to get everything quickly so we won’t be late,” you shove a piece of toast in your mouth, shoving Jisung out the front door,” Okay Ji, let’s go.”

Once you arrive at school and Jisung parks his car, you immediately hop out of the car, sprint to the school entrance, and hold the door open for Jisung. “Come on dude, we’re going to be late to first period if you keep walking slowly,” you say urgently, hoping Jisung will pick up the pace, “please hurry it up, unlike you, I actually wanna make it to class on time.” Jisung rolls his eyes and starts walking faster than his usual turtle pace. He finally makes it to the entrance of the school and looks at the clock. Shit, 3 minutes until class starts. Jisung grabs your hand and you look up at him in confusion. He starts sprinting down the hall dragging you with him, obviously missing the sign that says "No Running In The Halls". But, thanks to Jisung and his quick thinking, you make it to class on time.

Oh, crap. The words you scream into your head. “I forgot my homework,” you think to yourself as you’re searching through your backpack. The teacher just asked for you all to turn in your homework from yesterday. You must’ve forgotten to shove it in your backpack when you were scrambling around trying not to be late for school. Great, another reason for your teacher to yell at you and blame those friends of yours. Just because they’re a bunch of misfits and troublemakers. You’re friends with the infamous group of so-called bad boys, Dreamz. However, you think they're a bunch of idiots. Especially Jisung. But being friends with them does not mean that you're a misfit too. Honestly, they aren’t either. They're just misunderstood. That and they don’t really like going to school or doing homework, but they all have some amazing talents and are really intelligent when they apply themselves with those talents.

Take Mark Lee for an example, he’s the eldest and the leader of the pack. He looks mean, but when you get to know him, he turns into a big goofball and rapping genius. He can also write amazing songs.

Then there’s Huang Renjun, who has the voice of an angel and is a fantastic dancer. He’s also a master of sarcasm and has a talent for drawing.

Lee Jeno is someone who definitely looks the most intimidating in the group. Always wearing black and his infamous leather jacket with a bunch of 80s and 90s patches ironed on. He’s also the bulkiest member who looks ready to fight anyone who dares speak to him. However, once you actually speak to him and talk he turns into a puppy and has a knack for acting and can play the guitar. He recently started rapping with Mark and is really good.

The next member of Dreamz is someone you should be wary of, Lee Donghyuck or more commonly known as Haechan. He is infamous for his pranks on both staff and students. But besides his pranks, he’s really good at singing and absolutely loves to cuddle with his friends.

Na Jaemin. The flirt. The playboy. The mom friend. He loves all of the boys equally and definitely doesn't favour Jisung over anyone else in the group. He's known for taking care of the boys and looking out for everyone. He's introverted, but when it comes to his friends he's loud and completely crazy at times. He's the one you go to for advice when you need it.

We then have the second youngest of the group, Zhong Chenle. Or as you like to call him, dolphin because of loud dolphin-like-laugh and high pitched screams. He also has the voice of an angel and a talented pianist. He's also the only one you would trust to cook your food.

Lastly, your best friend and neighbour, Park Jisung. The youngest of the group and in your opinion, the cutest. You would trust him with your life. He’s a really talented dancer and is really good at soccer. However, he is the clumsiest person you’ve ever met. You could not go a day without seeing him trip once, but not like you're one to talk. You, yourself are pretty clumsy too.

“Y/N, where’s your homework,” Mrs Kim asked with her hands on her hips giving you one of her disappointing looks you usually didn’t receive.

“Uhm, I left it on my desk. I ended up staying up late working on the assignment along with some other homework, passed out on my desk and then woke up late. I promise it's done, so can I just bring it in on Monday,” you ask, fiddling with the pencil in your hand.

“Fine, since I know you usually turn your homework in on time, but you better turn it in on Monday as soon as you enter this class otherwise, you’ll fail the assignment,” Mrs Kim says, moving onto the next student who didn’t turn in their homework. You sigh with relief, you can still maintain your high grades.

“May I presume you haven’t done the assignment Jisung,” Mrs Kim asks, already getting ready to mark his assignment as an F.

“Actually, I did the assignment, Mrs Kim. Here,” Jisung says, handing her the completed assignment. The look of shock on the teacher's face was priceless. She quickly regained her bearings and frowned in disappointment. “Hm, I hope you did the assignment correctly, otherwise you just might fail my class. Just like the rest of your classes and your other troublemaker friends.” You notice a flash of shock and dejection appear on Jisung’s face. Suddenly, a thought occurred. You know just what to do.

The bell rang signalling it was lunchtime. You got out of your seat and went to your locker to grab your lunch. When you arrived at your locker, Jisung was already standing there scrolling on his phone waiting for your arrival. He looked up from his phone when he heard footsteps approach and smiled once he saw you.

“Hey, Ji forgot to make lunch again,” you ask while unlocking your locker to grab your food.

“Nah, I just love your cooking so much that I purposely forget my lunch,” Jisung replies, pocketing his phone, helping you put your school books away.

“I figured as much, which is why I made double portions this time. Also, there’s something I want to discuss with you and the other boys at lunch. It's kinda important,” you respond, closing your locker, “Alright let’s go to the roof.”

Jisung opens the door to the roof, holding it open. You step outside and feel a cool spring breeze blow through the air. You see the other boys of Dreamz already sitting by the tree eating their lunch. You and Jisung walk over to them and sit down in your designated spots. You open your lunch and offer Jisung a portion of your food. He gladly takes it and starts eating. “So, I wanted to discuss something kind of important with you. Is that okay with you,” you inquire, setting your food down and looking at the others. They nod their heads in response but continue to stuff their face with food.

“Well, Jisung handed in an assignment today which not only shocked me but the teacher as well. I'm kind of worried that you guys might not graduate on time and graduation wouldn't be the same if I didn't graduate with you guys. So, I want to help you out and maybe form a study group. I know that I don’t really have to worry about Renjun, but I care about you all. You don’t have to worry about going to college after, I just want to be able to graduate with my best friends,” you say hastily, picking up your food, avoiding their gazes.

“You’ve got a point Y/N and I agree. I want to graduate on time. It wouldn’t be very cool to have to be held back for another year. The only problem is everyone thinks we’re stupid and we don't know anything and only know how to cause problems. If we suddenly start passing in assignments and doing well on tests, the teachers will just assume that we cheated somehow,” Mark retorts, closing the lid of his lunch box.

“You can prove them wrong and show them that you are smart and not some dumb misfits. I’ll help you with that. We can study together every day at lunchtime or after school. Whichever works for you. If the teachers do say something about you cheating then show them how hard you’ve been studying. Please? Try it for a month and then if you don’t improve by then and show them that you want to graduate on time then you can quit and I’ll stop trying to get you guys to do your homework or study, okay,” you request with a pleading look. They all look up at you and one by one they all slowly nod their heads in agreement.

“Okay, I guess we can give it a shot and since the mid-finals are next month and if we don’t improve by then we’ll quit,” Jaemin replies with a soft smile having a soft spot for you.

“Well, when should we start? What time works for you,” you ask, getting excited to study with your friends.

“Tomorrow is Saturday, so why not then, maybe mid-afternoon since someone always wakes up late,” Renjun responds, throwing a knocking smirk in Haechan’s direction.

“HEY,” Haechan says angrily.

“What? You know it's true, don’t even try to deny it,” Chenle interjects, never stepping away from a chance to tease the older boys, especially Haechan.

“I’ll get you back for this,” Haechan threatens, “No one is safe, not even Y/N.” You giggle at his “warning” full well knowing he’ll never prank you, he’s tried, failed, and ended up pranking the teacher instead. It was hilarious. He hung a bucket of paint on the door, knowing your schedule and knowing you usually show up to your classes 5 minutes early. However, he didn’t plan on you walking to class speaking to the teacher, and instead of the bucket falling onto you, it fell on the teacher. He ended up getting a week's detention and community service for the month. After that, he’s never tried to prank you again.

The day was over, you headed out the school doors with Jisung following close behind. Since it was Friday, you and Jisung have a tradition to go get milkshakes after school to celebrate the weekend.

“Shall we do our usual or mix it up today,” you ask, opening up the car door and sitting in the passenger side.

“Hmm, I think we should stick to the usual plan, but maybe mix up the drinks. I feel like we should mix up the drinks since we’ve been getting the same ones for the past few years,” Jisung counters, starting the car and backing out of the school’s parking lot. You both listened to the radio and sang along to yours and his playlist. Occasionally, you’d sneak a glance over at him and notice how his eyes gleamed in the light and how they crinkle with glee. His smile was so pretty. Wait. What are you thinking? Snap out of it Y/N. Jisung is your best friend.

You arrived at the diner and went to your usual booth. The waitress walked over to you two and smiled knowingly. “Hello, guys. Here for your usual Friday milkshakes,” she asks, getting ready to write down your order.

“Actually, we wanted to try something new. Maybe get smoothies instead. I’ll take a strawberry smoothie and some fries. What do you want Y/N? Remember I’m paying this time since you paid the last three times, so you can get whatever you want,” Jisung replies, folding his menu and handing it to the waitress.

“Mmm, I’ll take a mango smoothie and fries as well,” you say, looking at the waitress, giving her the menu as well. The waitress nods and walks to the kitchen giving the cook your order. “So, are we going to take the food to our spot or eat them here,” you ask, turning your head to look at Jisung?

“Well, I was thinking we could eat our food here and then go hang out at our spot and relax before going home. Considering we won’t get to do our usual Saturday gameathon,” Jisung replies, shaking up the ketchup bottle, knowing that you always dip your fries in ketchup.

“Sounds like a plan. Are we going to pull our usual all-nighter tonight or are we going to have to move that to tomorrow night,” you question, taking a sip of your smoothie, enjoying how the sweet flavour filled your taste buds, making you smile with delight?

“Mmm, we probably won’t be able to do our all-nighter tonight, but we can still facetime until it gets late. I know how cranky you can get if you don’t get your usual 8 hours of sleep,” Jisung comments, munching on fries and then taking a sip of his strawberry smoothie. You nod your head in agreement, enjoying the time you are currently spending with Jisung.

After Jisung paid for the food and drinks, you headed to your usual spot. None of the other guys knew about this place and you’d like to keep it that way. It’s just yours and Jisung’s place, no one else’s. While walking to your spot, Jisung randomly grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. You look up at him in shock. Jisung hates skinship, yet here he is holding your hand. When you look up at him, you notice how he tries to avoid any and all eye contact with you. There was also a small pink blush spread across his face and his ears were red as a rose. Your face began to burn and quickly looked away. You can feel your heart rate slowly pick up as you continue heading to the tree while holding his soft warm hand.

You immediately laid down as soon as you reached your tree. When you and Jisung first found this place, you carved both yours and his name on the tree. Ever since then, you’ve been coming here every Friday once school was over and after milkshakes at the diner. Jisung laid down next to you, he gestured for you to lay your head on his shoulder and you obliged. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. You felt your heart rate pick up again. Stop it Y/n. He’s just being clingy because you won’t be able to do your gameathon.

You didn’t know how you fell asleep, but you did. Curled up in Jisung’s arms. His arms wrapped around your waist. Your face in the crook of his neck. And legs intertwined with each other. You were comfortable. However, your moment of comfort soon dissipated as Jisung slowly started to wake up.

“What time is it,” Jisung questions, noticing that the sun has started to set.

You shrug your shoulders and fish out your phone out of your back pocket. You realize that it wasn’t in your pocket, but laying on the grass beside you. “Around 6. We should probably head home,” you respond, getting up and wiping the grass off of your pants. You lend out a hand, helping Jisung get up. There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you and Jisung as you walked to his car. You secretly wished he would grab your hand and intertwine your fingers again. But Jisung is still shy when it comes to skinship. You should just enjoy that he held your hand once and let you cuddle with him. Though you don’t think he chose to cuddle that much with you. You both just fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms. Yeah, that's it. He didn’t mean to cuddle and it meant nothing. You and Jisung are just friends. But a part of you still secretly wished you were more, not that you would ever admit that to yourself.

You two arrived at the car and promptly entered, somewhat eager to get home. “Hey, are we still going to facetime after dinner like usual,” you ask, buckling in your seat belt? You plug your phone into the AUX cord and ask, “Late night road trip,’’ Jisung nods his head for both questions and you shuffle the playlist. Krnb beats fill the car’s silence and you hum along to the words. Unbeknownst to you, Jisung sneaks glances at every red light. He can’t help but admire you and the way your eyes sparkle in the streetlight. Or how you hum along to songs when you don’t know the words. Wait. Jisung? What are you thinking? Stop it. Y/n is just your best friend. Yeah, just a friend.

You waved to Jisung as you walked into your house as Jisung walked into his. You went up to your room and noticed that you did leave your English assignment on your desk. You immediately stuck it in your backpack and got out homework from other classes. You sat at your desk and began to work. After half an hour of homework, your phone started to ring. You didn’t have to check the caller ID to know who it was.

“Hey, Jisung! What’s up,” you ask, moving from your desk to your bed.

You hear rustling from the other side of the line. “Mmm, nothing much. Just kinda bored so I thought I’d call,” he replies, moving around even more.

“Jisung, what the hell are you doing,” you ask, kind of annoyed at the constant rustling, “why is there so much rustling.”

“Oh, I’m trying to get comfortable, but there are too many clothes on the bed so I’m trying to push them off,” he responds with more shuffling in the background.

“You know, you could just put them away, right’’ you say, rolling your eyes.

“Wow, why didn’t I think of that,” he retorts sarcastically, laughing at your eye roll and sigh, “Okay, okay. I’ll put away my clothes.” While Jisung was putting away his clothes you scrolled through your phone hoping your boredom and tiredness would go away. As you felt sleepier you plugged your phone in knowing you’d probably fall asleep.

“Hey, Jisung? I think I’m gonna go, I’m kinda tired,” you say with a yawn.

“Nooo, don’t go,” Jisung whines, “Pleaseee, I’m bored. At least talk to me until you fall asleep.” You sigh and nod your head. You and Jisung ended up talking for two hours straight about anything and everything. However, you ended up passing out in the middle of one of Jisung’s stories. It took Jisung about ten minutes to realize that you fell asleep in the middle of his retelling of the time Jaemin tripped and fell in front of a girl he was flirting with and how it was definitely not Haechans fault. He took his time to admire you and how pretty you looked while you slept. He secretly took screenshots and set his favourite one as his home screen. He eventually fell asleep too while still being on call with you.

You were currently getting ready to head over to Jisungs so you both can head over to the library for your study session with the boys. You hear a knock at your door and roll your eyes knowing it’s Jisung. At this point of your friendship, you don’t understand why he didn’t just walk in. “Come in,” you shout from your bedroom.

Jisung walks in, heads to your room and asks, “Hey Y/n, you ready yet?”

“Yeah, let me just get my shoes on then we can go. I was actually about to head over, but guess you got a little excited to study,” you reply with a giggle.

Jisung rolls his eyes and says, “Yeah, studying is what I’m excited about.”

You smile at Jisung’s response and grab your backpack, “Alright let’s go. The others are probably waiting for us.” Jisung nods and takes your backpack from you and heads out your door to his car.

You and Jisung arrived at the public library and walked in. You checked your phone to check the time and noticed that you had several texts from Chenle and Renjun saying that they couldn’t make it because Haechan got sick. Jisung got a similar text from Mark about Jeno, Huh. That’s weird. You look over at him with a confused face and ask, “Did you get an ominous message from the boys?”

“Yeah, Mark texted me saying he and Jeno weren’t going to be able to make it because something came up,” He replies, scratching his neck in confusion.

"Huh, I got a message from both Chenle and Renjun saying Haechan was sick. Well, I guess we can go home," you say, getting ready to walk back out when Jisung grabs your hand and stops you from leaving.

"Just 'cuz they can't make it doesn't mean I can't. I still want to study," Jisung pleads, ‘Please Y/n?”

You smile and say, “You seem really determined to study so let’s study.” You grab Jisung’s hand and head to one of the library tables. You take out your school books and homework. “Alright, let’s start with English and then we can work on History. I know you’ll want to work on math last, which I don’t blame you, I hate math as well. Anyways, turn to page 394 in your book so we can start reading," you say, opening your book to the page.

You started to tutor Jisung and help him with any questions he asked. You both ended up making a lot of progress and without you knowing, every once and a while Jisung would look over at you and stare at your lips while you were speaking. Your voice was so melodic to his ears. Huh? What? Stop thinking about this Jisung.

A few hours later you decided that you and Jisung deserved to end this study session after cramming your heads with English idioms, historical facts, and math equations. “How about we go and get some ice cream to celebrate the end of the first study session. Hopefully, the other boys will be able to join us next time. I mean they’ll have to if they want to actually pass the exam,” you say with a sigh, somewhat disappointed that the study session ended so quickly.

You spend a lot of time with Jisung, but he’s never been so enthusiastic to study and so you found yourself enjoying your time with Jisung while you studied together. “Alright Ji, since you are the only one who showed up and actually studies, I’m going to take you out for ice cream. Obviously, you’ll have to drive so you can pick the place,” you say, grabbings Jisung’s hand for what seems to be the third time of the day and pulling him out of the library and to his car. You really hope he doesn’t know how sweaty your palms are and how your heart rate seems to speed up again. But you fail to realize that Jisung’s hand seems to be just as sweaty and his heart rate seems to be just as quick.

Once at the ice cream parlour you get Jisung two scoops of his favourite flavour and two scoops of yours. You both sit down outside enjoying the afternoon breeze. You and Jisung sat in silence while eating your ice cream. It was a comfortable silence that soon filled with laughter when you noticed Jisung had ice cream smeared on his face. “Ji, you’ve got some ice cream on your face right here,” you say, pointing to the ice cream spot. He wipes the corner of his mouth but misses the spot so you lean over and wipe it for him. When you are so close to him, you get a little distracted by his plump pink lips. You desperately wanted to push your lips onto his. Run your hands through his soft hair as you kiss. Ugh, you really needed to stop thinking like this. Jisung is just a friend.

“Uhm, Y/n,” Jisung says looking deeply into your eyes, “Everything okay?” You quickly back away soon realizing you’d been staring at his lips for a little too long.

A blush spreads across your face, you look away and reply, “Ah, sorry. I got a bit distracted.” Jisung nods and looks away too with a blush slowly creeping up on the back of his neck.

The car ride home was silent. Only soft Krnb played in the background. You weren't sure if it was awkward after you stared at Jisung or if you made him uncomfortable. “Hey Ji, sorry for earlier. I hope I didn’t make it awkward or uncomfortable. My mind really did just wander,” you utter.

“Don’t worry Y/n. I get that my face is so pretty you can easily get distracted,” he replies with a smug smirk upon his pretty pink lips. Which caused you to roll your eyes with a small smile. His joke helped calm down your anxiety. You both started to sing along when your favourite song came on

You couldn’t believe it was already your last study session with the boys. They’ve made so much progress. Even Haechan is quite brilliant when he isn’t goofing around and is actually focusing. You really think they’re going to pass the exam. “Alright guys, since this is going to be our last study session, I have a proposition for you. If you all focus on studying today, I’ll take you to the fair and pay for whatever you want as a celebration for doing so well. Seriously, guys, I’m really proud of you,” you say with excitement. They all look over at you and they share your excitement.

“Wait. Really,” Chenle asks, getting really excited.

You smile over at him and nod your head, “Yup, after we finish studying we’re going to go.”

“Wow, you’re the best Y/n,” Renjun says with a smile.

Mark ruffles your hair with a smile. They all love you and are really grateful to have someone like you in their lives. If it wasn’t for you, they wouldn’t be here, at the library studying for the upcoming exam. They all look at you with love and admiration in their eyes. They couldn’t believe that someone so smart and kind would help someone like them. They were known as misfits and troublemakers. The stupid kids. Kids who had nothing going for them. So many people didn’t see the potential they had in life. But you did. When Jisung first introduced you to them, they were hesitant to accept you, but they all started to accept you little by little. And now they couldn’t imagine life without you.

“Alright, guys. Here are your tickets, now which ride should we go on first or should we do some games first,” you ask, handing everyone their tickets, “Should we go together as a group or split up in teams?”

“I think teams so it’s not too crowded. How about Haechan, Renjun, and Jeno with me as a group? That leaves Chenle, Jaemin, Jisung and Y/n. We should meet back here at 5 to have dinner and then go back to the fair until closing. Sound like a plan,” Mark replies looking over at the others seeing their response to his proposition.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” Jaemin says, nodding his head in agreement. Renjun looks a little dejected at the announcement of the teams which goes unnoticed by the others as they all quickly agree.

You four split off from the others, walked away from the rides, and walked towards the fair games. Though that statement is somewhat untrue as most people know that games at fairs, carnivals, and amusement parks aren’t really known to be fair. But people still spend a lot of money trying to win those giant prizes. You couldn’t blame them though, a lot of those plushies were really cute plus it was a lot of fun to play those games and attempt to win one of the big prizes and not a small fish.

You guys were currently discussing what game you should play first. Jaemin and yourself wanted to play darts while Chenle and Jisung wanted to do the water gun game. When you guys were playing rock paper scissors to decide what game you should play first, every round ended up in a tie. So, you guys decided to go to whatever game is closer. Which happened to be Jisung and Chenle’s game.

While walking to the game you all placed bets on who would win 1st. The person in the last place would have to pay for funnel cake. As you continued walking towards the game and kept discussing the bet and putting rules in place so it would all be fair and no one could cheat, you noticed that Jisung had been rather quiet. You swiftly move towards him. “Hey Ji. Everything okay,” you look up at him, “You’ve been rather quiet today.”

He looks over at you and nods, “Yeah, don’t worry. I’m just enjoying the breeze and you guys placing bets when you know I’m going to win.” He gives you a smirk when you roll your eyes at his comment.

“Haha, so funny. You should know by now that I’M going to kick your ass.”

“Fine, how about a bet between us two. I win, I’ll get you food and if you win you have to get me food.”

You nod, you're thinking about it for a second, “Hmm, okay. That sounds like a deal.’’

What you and Jisung failed to realize was that both Chenle and Jaemin quietly slipped away from you two while you were immersed in your conversation. Both yours and Jisung’s phone buzzed. You looked at your phone: Three New Messages from Nana.

Nana

Now's your chance y/n.

Make your move.

And enjoy your date ;)

You sigh. You can’t believe both Chenle and Jaemin left you and Jisung...alone. Great.

When Jisung looked at his phone he noticed he had five new messages from Chenle. Huh?

Lele The Dolphin

Jisung, you better make a fucking move.

Jaemin and I have given you the perfect opportunity to make a move.

So you better do it.

Also, enjoy your date.

Now kiss the girl so I can stop hearing you whine about her.

Jisung didn’t know how to react to Chenle’s message. He was going to tell you about it but he thought it might’ve been a bit awkward since Chenle was suggesting it was a date.

But what Jisung didn’t know was that you were in the same predicament with Jaemin’s message.

"Ji, I think they ditched us. What should we do then,” you look up at him, ‘Should we just continue on with our bet?”

“Um, why not? I don’t think they’re going to come back any time soon.”

You and Jisung continued walking to the water gun game. Every once and a while your fingers would brush and you would feel a jolt of electricity run through you. Butterflies would flutter through your stomach and your face would turn red. To anyone who looked at you two they would think you were a couple. But to you and Jisung? You were just two friends hanging out and whose friends thought they liked each other. Crazy right? That’s what you were thinking.

You and Jisung sat at the game after paying for the round. You look over at him with a confident smirk while he’s doing the same to you. The bell signals and the game is on. You aim for the centre of the clown’s mouth. Your balloon was filling faster than Jisung. A confident smirk creeps up on your face. Your victory will soon reign through and Jisung will buy you cotton candy. You regain your concentration after staring at Jisung for 0.5 seconds. A balloon pops. The bell rings signalling a winner. You...you lost?

"YES," Jisung screams in victory. He has a giant grin plastered to his. He looks so happy. You look over at him with a shocked face. Upon seeing Jisung look extremely happy, you start to smile along with him.

“Alright, Jisung, since you won, I’ll buy you food,” you say, admitting defeat.

The carny handed Jisung a medium-sized plushie for winning the game. Jisung smiled and handed you the plushie, “Here take this as compensation for paying for the fair today.”

You smiled in return and accepted the plushie happily, “Thanks, Ji. Now, what do you want for your prize.” Please say kiss, pleaseee say kiss. Ugh, shut up brain.

“Mm, how ‘bout cotton candy as a snack,” he replies, noticing others around him who had bags of the sweet fairy floss.

You grin excitedly, “I’m totally okay with that.”

You grab Jisung's hand and drag him to the food vendor that was selling your sugar high inducing candy. As you walked to the vendor’s hand in hand, thoughts raced through your mind. And every once in a while your heart would skip a beat when Jisung would squeeze your hand.

Once you arrive at the vendor who sells cotton candy, you immediately got in line. You were waiting to order and pay for the delicious treat, while Jisung sat on a bench and scrolled through his phone. You secretly started to take pictures of him. He just looked so cute. You then notice a girl around your age walk up to Jisung and sit next to him. Huh? Who the fuck is this? She strikes up a conversation with him and he laughs at the things she said. What’s going on? You don’t know why, but your heart felt like it would shatter right then and there. Knowing that someone so attractive could easily flirt with Jisung and make him laugh. Why? Why does it hurt watching him laugh and smile at someone that wasn’t you? You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. Not in front of all of these people. So, you hold back your tears and order the food otherwise Jisung might wonder where you were.

Jisung has never felt more uncomfortable than at that moment. Who was this girl? He didn’t know. Why was she talking to him? Is she flirting with him? What the fuck is going on? He didn’t know how to react or respond so he just laughed and smiled acting like he knew what was happening.

“So, I don’t usually do this, but I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

“Uhm, sorry but I have a girlfriend already,” Jisung shifts on the bench feeling awkward.

The girl scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Sure you do. I know I may seem a little intimidating, but I really want to ask you on a date. So please give me your number.”

The girl flashes Jisung a flirty smile, but he still refuses to give her his number. Luckily, you came back in time with the cotton candy.

“Hey Ji. Who’s this,” you ask, walking up to them.

"Uhm I don't know. She just kinda came up to me while you were getting the food.”

The girl rolls her eyes again, “Who are you? I’m trying to get his number.”

“I’m his-” you start.

“Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. You know, the one I was telling you about,” He cuts you off and gives you a look telling you to go along with it.

“Yeah, he's my boyfriend,” your heart flutters at the statement, wishing it was true.

The girl rolls her eyes for the third time, gets up, and walks away.

Jisung released a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He looks over at you and smiles.

“Thanks, Y/n. She wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Of course Jisung. Now, should we enjoy our cotton candy and then continue on with our day?”

He nods and you hand him the delicious melted sugar. You both enjoy the treat while talking about what to do next.

You and Jisung met up with the other boys at the ticket stand and started to debate what you should eat for dinner. Some wanted to eat fried chicken and others wanted to eat cheeseburgers. You on the other hand wanted nachos and a pretzel.

“Maybe we can each get what we want. I’ll hand you guys each money and you can get what you want and then we can meet up here and each together? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m craving nachos and a pretzel,” you pull out your wallet.

"That sounds like a great idea! I was actually craving for that too," Jisung says with a big smile making his cheekbones show.

Everyone else nods their head in agreement and you hand them each a respective amount to get them food, dessert, snacks, and a drink. While everyone else split off into other directions, leaving you and Jisung alone once again. You had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time you would be alone with him tonight.

"You know what sounds good? Adding chilli to the nachos," you get excited thinking about the spicy taste it'll bring alongside the nacho cheese with the savoury chips. Your mouth watered at the thought of squeezing a packet of mustard on your salted pretzel. You were so hungry, you couldn't wait to get your food and devour it. You saw the look on Jisung's face and you knew he couldn't agree more. "I guess nachos with chilli cheese and a pretzel with mustard."

"Did you say mustard," Jisung whips his head, looking over at you with a shocked face?

"Yeah? You don't usually put mustard on your pretzels," you ask, slightly confused.

"No, I dip them in nacho cheese."

"Huh, never had that. I'll try it with the cheese and you should try it with mustard. It really adds to the taste of the salty pretzel."

“Mmm, that sounds like a good idea.”

Once you and Jisung got your nachos, pretzels, and some drinks you headed back to the meeting spot. You see the others with their various choices for food. You see Chenle with a corn dog, french fries, funnel cake, and a slushie.

“Lele, I thought you wanted a cheeseburger,” you ask, stifling a laugh.

“Well, I was agreeing with them because it would be easier, but since you suggested that we get what we’re craving so I got what I was craving,” he responds looking away.

“Don’t worry, I ended up getting chilli on my nachos and Ji inspired me to try cheese with my pretzel instead of mustard,” you smile.

“Wait, you eat pretzels with cheese,” Renjun asks looking over at Jisung.

“You don’t,” Jaemin says, looking over at Renjun.

You all laugh at the stupidity of the conversation and continue talking while eating your dinner. You're really glad that you and the rest of the boys took this break after working so hard to study. You look over at the others with pure glee and a smile that won’t leave your face. You continue laughing with the others and enjoying your night.

You and the others finished eating and now you can continue enjoying the fair. Since it was getting dark, you thought it would be a perfect time to go on the Ferris wheel to look at the sunset at the top. The way the blue sky slowly dissipates and goes from a light blue to an orangy and magenta hue. It would be quite the sight to witness it with Jisung. Yeah, it would be amazing and kind of romantic.

Everyone in the group starts to leave and continue enjoying the fair. Jaemin and Chenle decided to ditch you and JIsung again. “Do you want to ride the Ferris Wheel,” you ask, trying to be casual about it?

Jisung blushes at the thought of such a romantic moment with you. Alone. At the top. When the sun is setting. His heart raced at the thought of being so close to you. Wait. He’s afraid of heights. “No, no, no. I would love to but I am terrified of heights.”

You try not to show your disappointment. You smile slightly, “That’s okay. I can just go by myself.”

“I’ll watch from here and take pics, okay?”

You nod and walk away to wait in line. As you scroll on your phone, Jisung admires your cute pouty look and starts to take pictures of you without your knowledge. He has a smile on his face and if anyone looked at him, could tell he was in love.

It was your turn to ride the Ferris Wheel. You sat down getting ready to enjoy the beautiful sunset, even if you were by yourself, you’ll enjoy this moment. The ride operator looks over at you and notices that you were alone.

“Are you alone,” he asks?

You sheepishly nod your head yes.

“Lone rider here! Does anyone want to come sit next to this beautiful young lady,” the operator shouts, gathering the attention of everyone around. You look away slightly embarrassed and with a blush slowly spreading across your face. But then a teenage boy around your age steps forward. He’s very attractive. He has a skaterboy aesthetic to him. His hair is dyed blonde and he’s got a smirk on his face. He seems to be cocky, but it looks attractive on him.

Jisung did not like the look of this boy. He might sweep you off your feet. He had to do something. So, with a bold step, he walked forward before the other guy could say anything, “Can I sit by you?” He looks at you with an unknown look in his eyes. Maybe determination? Love? Jealousy?

You look up at him in surprise. “Jisung? Uh...Yeah...Sure.” He smiles and rushes over to sit next to you. “I thought you were afraid of heights?” You look over and smirk slightly.

“Uh, I am. But I’d rather ride with you than some random stranger.”

You laugh, ”Were you jealous Ji?”

“No way. Why would I be jealous?”

The ride starts moving and silence washes over the both of you. It was a comfortable silence. You haven’t been this close to him in a while. Your fingers keep brushing together and there is a soft breeze blowing through your hair. Maybe you should thread your fingers with his. But you didn’t have to. Jisung was thinking the same thing and he lightly took your hand into his and intertwined your fingers with his. He gently squeezed your hand and with a soft smile present on his face, he looked over at you with nothing but pure love and admiration. You mirrored his look. A soft smile graced your lips and as if a magnet pulled you two closer. Your eyes locked with one another. And as you reach the top of the Ferris wheel and stopped. You take in the scenery. If this was your first date, it would be absolutely perfect. Romantic scenery and with the boy you love. Absolutely perfect.

Jisung looks at you with a soft look and whispers, “Uhm, can I kiss you?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. That's all it took for Jisung to close the gap between you two. His lips and yours moulded together perfectly, like the final piece of a puzzle. His lips tasted salty from the pretzel you two shared later that evening. It was kind of sloppy for your first kiss, but it still felt magical and left you both breathless. And as you separated from each other you couldn’t help but chase his lips wanting the kiss to not be over. You pull away as the ride starts moving again. You look away from each other with a visible red hue spreading across your faces. You can’t believe you just kissed your best friend. You can’t believe that you loved it. But most importantly, you can’t believe you’re in love with Park Jisung. Your idiot of a best friend. But you are completely, hopelessly, in love with him. You realized it the moment your lips met. Oh no. What are you going to do now?

It was Monday again. You hadn’t seen Jisung since you and he kissed that night. He hasn’t messaged you, but you haven’t made an effort to reach out to him either. You really hope you didn’t mess things up between you two. Not only do you have to be in the same car as Jisung, but it was also the day of the mid-exam. You were nervous, not only for yourself but for the others as well. You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Your phone’s notification sound went off, signalling that Jisung was probably outside waiting for you. Why he didn’t walk in, left you beyond confused. But that didn’t matter, at least he was texting again. Your phone goes off again. You roll your eyes at Jisung’s impatience and walked out the door. In your driveway, you see Jisung leaning up against his car in his usual “bad boy” outfit and his signature leather jacket. He’s scrolling through his phone with a bored loo, but once he hears your front door being shut and see you locking it, his face goes from a bored one to a soft and gentle one.

“Hey. Hope you haven’t had breakfast yet. I picked up your favourite from Hello Future Diner,” Jisung walks towards the passenger side of the car and opens the door for you. He then gives you the bag of food.

“I didn’t have time, thanks, Ji,” you smile, feeling a bit shy.

You didn’t expect Jisung to be this affectionate towards you. He backs out of your driveway, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with yours. His thumb softly caressing your knuckles. You’ve never felt happier than at this moment.

Your heartbeat thumped faster as the clock ticked down. You were nervous, to say the least. You were in the middle of your mid-exam for the last class of the day and you were not focusing on your test. Nope. Instead, you were thinking of your best friend. And the way his hair fell over his eyes. His face scrunched up in concentration as he chewed on his bottom lip. He looked so cute. His eyes lit up once he figured out the answer and he started to write his answer. Stop it. You can’t do this right now. Focus Y/n, focus. You snap back to your test and quickly start writing answers.

The bell rings signalling the end of your day and that the hell of testing has finally finished. You shoved your books and pencils into your backpack. Jisung walks up to you and quietly waits for you to finish. He takes your bag before you can pick it up and drape it onto your shoulder. You watch him take it from you and sling it onto his. You roll your eyes and take his hand into yours. “Alright Ji, now we wait until Thursday for them to give us back our exam scores. I know you guys did great."

You and Jisung walk out of the classroom door hand in hand. A lot of people have been speculating whether or not Jisung finally asked you and if you were finally dating. Sadly, you were still friends. Maybe you should take it into your own hands and ask him to be yours.

"So, what are your plans? Since exams are over and the teachers didn't assign any homework," Jisung asks, swinging your hands as you walk.

“Mmm, not sure. What about you?” You push open the school entrance door and walk out.

“I’m not sure either.” He unlocks the car and opens the door for you.

You enter the passenger seat and buckle in, “Well, do you wanna have a gameathon? Not all night obviously, but for a couple of hours and then we can order pizza for dinner.”

“Sure, but I call dibs on picking the first game we play,” he pulls out of the parking lot and heads for your house.

“You sir, got yourself a deal.”

You and Jisung walk into your house and slip off your shoes. You both greet your mom and head upstairs to your room. You and Jisung decided to leave your backpacks in his car since you won’t really be needing them. You boot up your game console and toss Jisung a controller.

“Alright, Ji. Pick the first game.”

He sits down and you sit down next to him. But that’s not where he wanted you to sit, so he pulled you closer to him and pats the spot in front of him gesturing that you sit between his legs. You roll your eyes and move to sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. He rests his chin on your shoulder and he kisses your cheek. He clicks on Mario Kart and the music plays through your tv. You both choose your characters and choose a cup to start off with.

Throughout the entire first map, Jisung kept kissing you on the cheek and hugging you tighter every time you got in the lead as a way to distract you. You hate to admit it but it worked. Now that it was your turn to pick the cup. You picked the crossing cup and grinned. You were really good at all the maps that were in this cup. However, you had to get revenge on Jisung for distracting you. So, when he got in first place and you were unable to take first place back, you turned around and kissed him on his slightly chapped lips. It only lasted for a quick second, but it did the trick in distracting him. He sat there frozen. He can still feel your lips on his as if they were still present. He brings his hand up to his lips lightly touching them. He then takes your controller out of your hand, you were about to protest because you were about to win but he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. It lasted for about five seconds, but you still felt fireworks. But you couldn’t get enough, so you wrapped your arms around your neck and pulled his lips to yours again. He wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you into his chest. You run your hands through his hair, slightly tugging on the strands on the back of his neck. And once you pull away from him, you both have the biggest grins. You peck his lips and cuddle back into his arms and decide to stop playing games and instead put on a movie.

It was Thursday, meaning you were finally going to get your mid-exam back and see what you scored. You’re really hoping you did really well, as well as the boys. You sigh, you can feel the nervousness surround you as the first teacher of the day hands you back your exam. You flip it over and notice that you got 90%. You grin and show Jisung your score. He smiles in return and shows you his. He got a 95…You were so proud of him. You couldn’t believe it, you want to hug and kiss him. But that’ll have to wait.

You sigh in relief, the anxiety and nervousness finally leaving your body as you receive your last exam. You passed all of them and so did the other boys. You were so proud of them. So, when Jisung suggested that the eight of you go to Hello Future Diner and get celebratory milkshakes early, you did not disagree. You and Jisung ride in one car and the boys are in another. Jisung holds your hand while telling you how proud of is of both you and himself. He has the widest smile stretched across his lips and when he looks over at you, he can see that you have a matching grin and he just shows pure love and fondness in his eyes.

“So, I’m throwing a party at my place Saturday night to celebrate all of us passing and us finally getting our shit together so we can graduate,” Haechan announces abruptly.

You take a sip of your milkshake, “That sounds like a great idea. I could use a day to get loose and have some fun.”

The others nod in agreement. “Yeah, I totally agree. I could let loose and flirt with some girls,” Jaemin says with a smirk. You roll your eyes at his comment with a smile.

“Wait isn’t that the day of our gameathon,” Jisung looks over at you.

“Oh yeahh. Well, we can always start the day with our gameathon, get ready at my house, since we’ll be there anyway, and then we can go to Hyuck’s house,” you reply, grabbing a fry and dipping it in ketchup.

“That sounds like a plan,” Jisung nods, stealing a fry from you.

“Hey, Y/n you have ketchup right here,” Renjun points to the lower right corner of your mouth. You couldn’t seem to find the spot he was talking about so he rolled his eyes and leaned over the table. He wiped the ketchup off with his thumb

It was Saturday evening and you were getting ready with Jisung for Haechan’s party. You're currently applying a new flavour of chapstick. Jisung is currently sitting on your bed scrolling through his phone. When he looks up, “is that a new chapstick flavour can I try it? I wanna have a taste.”

“Sure, it's strawberry” you reply walking over to Jisung to hand him the tube of chapstick, but instead he grabs your face and pulls your lips to his kissing you on the lips. " Idiot, I was going to give you the chapstick," you respond breathlessly, pulling away from him.

Jisungs face goes completely red and looks away shyly. "Oh.."

You and Jisung make your way into Haechan’s house, slowly making your way through the crowd, hand in hand trying not to get lost in the sea of people. Jisung has a vice grip on your hand trying to not let go, however, apparently it wasn’t tight enough because soon enough Jisung’s hand felt light and he turned to see if you were still there. You weren’t. Panic surged through his body. Where the hell did you go? He kept walking through various people, some dancing and others just talking, but he couldn’t see you no matter where he went. He was shouting your name, but it was probably pointless because of the heavy bass of the music. But what he didn’t expect in his search to find you, was the girl from the fair to come up to him and start flirting with him.

How could you not find Jisung? He was as tall as a tree. He should be easy to spot. Yet here you were struggling to find the tree. You kept dodging and weaving your way through the crowd. Then you finally see him, but what you didn’t expect was to see another girl clinging to him. It was the same girl from the fair. She was currently trying to kiss his cheek. What the hell? Does he like her? Jealousy fills every fibre of your body, you could not just stand here and watch another girl cling onto Jisung. You march over to them with steam coming out of your ears. Jisung sees you walking towards him and his face lights up.

“Hey, Jisung,” you say trying to bite back a snarl.

Jisung could tell something was wrong. He could hear the venom dripping from your tongue. He panics, did something happen to you when he wasn’t near? He could see you glaring daggers at the girl. He could tell you were holding back an immeasurable amount of anger.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Haven’t we told you that he’s taken? And here I am bitch seeing you clinging to MY boyfriend,” you were fuming.

“Well, then you obviously don’t care about him enough if he was here by himself. I bet you were flirting with another guy. You seem like the type to jump from guy to guy,” you could see the anger in her eyes as she said those words.

“Don’t make me laugh. You’re one to talk, considering you’re here flirting with a taken man. And didn’t I see you flirting with Jaemin the other day? Oh yeah, I also remember Mark telling me about this cute girl that was flirting with him. I’m pretty sure Renjun said the same thing. You see, you don’t want Jisung purely because you see how much of a great guy he is. No, you want him just to be able to brag and say that you were able to bag all of the Dreamz. You know how I know? Because there are so many girls that are just like you, but they always fail. As they should because you don’t deserve the greatness that any of the boys would give you. You wouldn’t appreciate any of them,” a crowd started to gather as you continued to go off on the girl.

“You want to know what you’re a failure at? Not caring enough about him that you would leave him alone several times. Or did you seem to forget that this isn’t the first time I talked to him? Oh, wait most of the time you weren’t there. Guess I can safely say you don’t deserve him, let alone any of them. Do you know why? Because you’re a pathetic loser who lives off of trying to seem like a goodie-two-shoes, but deep down inside? Is actually a bitch who’s scared of not being liked,” the girl bites back.

That was the final thread cut. You were seeing red and the next thing you knew was your first was hurling towards the girls face, but before you could land a hit, Jisung pulls you away from her and whispers, “Babe, she’s not worth it. Come on, let’s get you a drink to cool off.”

Jisung threads his fingers with yours and pulls you away from the almost fight scene. He kisses your head once you arrived in the kitchen. He pulls you into a hug and rests his head on yours. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and breathe in the scent of his cologne. The soothing scent begins to calm your anger and you can feel it seep out of your veins.

“Y/n, don’t listen to her. You’re not a pathetic loser nor are you hiding behind a facade,” he takes your face in his hands and gives you a quick kiss, “I promise that you’re the only one that I care about besides the boys.” He gives you another quick kiss again. You feel tears prick your eyes and you can feel the love he’s giving you as he wipes your tears. “Let’s go find the boys, okay?” You nod and go search for the others.

"I think I'm in love with you," you say, staring into Jisung’s eyes, half hoping he heard you and half hoping he didn’t. The others left a few minutes ago, getting whisked away on the dance floor. You thought you should use this opportunity to finally confess to Jisung about how you feel.

"This place is so loud, what did you say," Jisung asks, looking down at you, slightly leaning over. Or not.

"I said I think I'm gonna go get some more juice. Do you want some,” you reply looking down into your red solo cup noticing that it was almost empty. Your one shot to confessing is blown by this stupid party. Not only did you almost get in a fight, but you also failed at confessing. Now your kind of wishing that you and Jisung stayed at your house playing video games. Well, it’s too late now.

After you tried to confess to Jisung a few weeks back and it went horribly wrong, it got you thinking. How does Jisung view you? You were currently cuddled next to Jisung, hanging out at your spot with a warm breeze blowing through your hair.

“Am I really just your friend,” you ask looking up at him

"Well your best friend, why?" Jisung replies, blowing a strand of hair out of his face.

“No reason,” you reply, staring at his gorgeous face. Studying each feature. He has his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the softness of the grass. He’s so kind. Despite what people say about Dreamz. They all are, but he seems to be the sweetest. You’re so in love with your best friend. Man..you’re screwed.

It’s been months since the party and the line between friends and lovers have only gotten blurrier. To be honest, you didn’t know what you were. Neither of you established whether you were just friends or if you were more. However, right now you were in the middle of arguing with Jisung. He went on a date with someone from school and ended up forgetting about your already made plans to hang out. And truthfully speaking you were tired of being in the unknown. He does all these things that make seem like he returns your feelings but then goes on a date with some random girl from school. You decided enough was enough and you confronted him. But it didn’t turn out the way you hoped it would...

“Sometimes I don’t understand you Jisung. Sometimes you treat me like I’m your best friend and other times you treat me like someone you never want to let go of. I just don’t understand why you would do this. I get that we weren’t actually dating, but you completely ditched me. You went on a date with someone else when you were supposed to hang out with me. You forgot about me, “ You convey, with tears falling like a silent voice that drips like raindrops, "I want to be more than friends because I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since you first moved next door...It took me forever to realize how I feel about you. But once I did, it made so much sense. It’s always been you and it only ever will be."

"I don’t love you the way you love me. I don’t think I ever will. I’m sorry I forgot about you and I’m sorry that I just can’t love you the way you do. Maybe it’s best if we spend some time apart from each other. ” Jisung looks away from your face. He can’t handle watching you cry because of him.

“What? Then what about all the kisses and hugs and small gestures? What about literally everything these past few months? This is what I don’t understand. Was it all a game to you? Some sick joke? Lead on your so-called best friend and then completely break my heart,” you question. You could just feel your heart break into pieces. Jisung, the boy you thought was a sweetheart turned to be the devil in disguise. You couldn’t believe the boy you’ve known for so long would turn out to be like this. What’s even worse is that you can’t believe everyone else turned out to be right. Never trust the infamous members of Dreamz because with that, they will break you.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. He could feel the tears begin to well up in his eyes. He can’t cry in front of you, he can’t show you how hurt he is.

“Save your sorry’s for someone who cares because I’m done. As of now, our friendship is over. If you see me in the halls and classrooms don’t talk to me, better yet, pretend we never knew each other. Do what you do best, forget about me,” you retort with venom lacing every word. You were trying to put on a facade, acting like he didn’t just completely shatter you.

He tried to say something in return, but you cut him off, “Just go Park Jisung.”

He nodded slowly and grabbed his things. As he was walking out the door, he took one last glance at you. He could see the tears stream down your face. He could tell you were holding back from the way you gritted your teeth and clenched your fist. His heart shattered when he could hear a choked sob through your closed door. If only you knew he had a reason for hurting you like this.

Months passed since your fallout with Jisung happened. You and Renjun have gotten closer ever since you stopped talking to Jisung. He drives you to school, hangs out at your house, eats with you at lunch, and studies with you. You still miss Jisung, but Renjun has made it easier for you. He does everything in his power to attempt to cheer you up and forget about Jisung.

The other boys were confused, to say the least. They have no idea what happened between you and Jisung. Neither you nor Jisung has told them anything about why you suddenly stopped hanging out with them both at lunch and all together. And Jaemin? He was beyond frustrated with you two. He could see the longing looks you would give each other. He decided that he was going to finally confront Jisung and get answers. So, he pulls him aside at lunch.

“Jisung, what the hell happened between you and Y/n,” Jaemin interrogates, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jisung turns away from him.

“Dude, you need to talk to us or at least me. You can’t keep closing yourself off from us. Not only did y/n stop talking to us, but so did Renjun. We’re all confused as to what happened and it’s okay if you don’t want to tell us all, but at least talk to one of us,” Jaemin walks over to Jisung and pats him on the shoulder.

Jisung sighs, “Fine, I’ll talk. Y/n confessed to me.”

“That’s great! I don’t see how that would cause you to stop talking though.”

“I rejected her.”

“What? Why? To be honest, a lot of people already assumed you two were together.”

“Because...I can’t betray my friendship with Renjun. Right before the fair, he confessed and told me that he liked her. He wanted my help. I felt like an asshole after she confessed to me. I honestly didn’t even realize how much of a boyfriend I was acting towards her. I probably looked like a terrible friend to Renjun and like I didn’t care about his feelings. He trusted me and confided in me and I totally betrayed him.” Tears start slipping down his face, he holds his face in his hands. Jaemin hugs Jisung, rubbing his back to stop him from crying.

“Jisung, no offence, but you’re a dumbass.”

“Gee thanks,” he sniffles.

“I mean it in the nicest way possible, but you seriously messed up. I get that you care about your friendship with Renjun, but what about your friendship with y/n? Isn’t that just important? Also Jisung, she likes you, not Renjun. She confessed to you. Not Renjun. And guess what? You like her too. If Renjun is understanding, which he is, he would understand that you would want to be with her. You should talk to them both.”

She told me that she wanted me to never talk to her again. To pretend like I never knew her.”

“If you talk to Renjun then have him talk to her and tell her that you need to talk to her. Just try. Do you really want to graduate high school without your best friend and knowing you could’ve tried to fix it,” Jisung shakes his head no, “Then go talk to them.”

Jisung was nervous. Renjun sat in front of him with a bored expression. Jisung nervously took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat. “Uhm, so. I wanted to tell you that I like y/n...no, I love her.’’

“Is that all?”

“No...I also want to say I’m sorry for betraying your trust and for everything.”

“Jisung, if you just told me that you liked her, this all could’ve been avoided. After the fair and seeing you guys being cute and romantic with each other made me realize that I didn’t like her the way you do. I only think of her as a younger sister that I want to protect. And even now, when you guys stopped talking. I didn’t want her to feel alone, so I left with her.”

“I know I should’ve told you, but I just didn’t want to seem like an asshole, then I ended up being one in the end. But please, can you help me talk to her. I just want to apologize and tell her the truth. I’m not evening going to ask for a second chance.”

Renjun sighs, deeply thinking about whether he should trust him with her heart. But one glance into Jisung’s eyes, he can see the desperation and pleading that he gives in. So, reluctantly he nods his head, “Fine. Okay. But, this is the last chance. If she doesn’t want to talk to you, then that’s that. I don’t want to force her into any uncomfortable situations.”

Jisung grins, Yes sir!”

It was a particularly cold evening. You and Jisung were currently on the roof of his house staring up at the stars. You have his leather jacket wrapped around your shoulders. If it wasn’t for Renjun, he wouldn’t be here talking to you. He has to tell you the truth otherwise it might be too late.

Jisung looks over at you, “I lied to you and I know I should’ve just told you the truth, but I just didn’t want to hurt my friend so I said that I didn’t feel the same and pushed you away, but I ended up hurting you in the process of trying to protect Renjun. I even went on a date with that girl to try to forget about my feelings. But I just couldn’t get you out of my head and I’m really sorry Y/n for the way I treated you. I love you...I love you so much.” Tears gently fall from his face.

You’ve never seen Jisung cry like this before. You wipe the fallen tears and softly caress his face. “Ji, it’s okay. I understand. I love you too,” you reply as a smile graced your lips.

You grab his face and pull him closer to you closing the gap between you. Your lips onto his. They mould together perfectly. You move your lips with his in sync. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer. You thread your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on the strands of his hair. You both pull away from each other slightly out of breath. You giggle noticing Jisung’s slightly messed up hair. Jisung gently rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes and softly says with a crack in his voice, “I missed you...a lot.” He smiles and kisses you again. You happily kiss back, only having to pull away for air. “Thanks for giving me a second chance to do it right this time.”

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 3 years

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poly! lost boys with male(ftm) s/o who struggles with bad dysphoria and etc. basically how they'd help him with getting through the dysphoria how they found out he was trans, how they'd react n shit [[ i get thats the movie is based around the 80's, so even though the s/o is really well-passing, he could still have that anxiety if that makes sense? ]]

I hope this is what you had in mind 💜

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Okay, so first I want to get it out there, that since they're vampires and have been around for decades if not centuries, the social-standard of gender and sexuality has become just that. A social standard that they have nothing to do with - they know better than that. After a long time of being alive - especially while staying young - one while soon realise that how society regards humans is just not quite it.

Long story short, it took them a long time to figure out you were trans, and when they did, nothing changed. After all, why would it? You're still the you they became friends with.

If you were nervous about them finding out they definitely make sure that you know that a) they don't care and b) they obviously still love you.

They actually - assuming you know they're vampires - offer you to postpone drinking from the bottle, until you are ready to change instead of them forcing you to drink.

Dwayne is the first to notice your dysphoria. He talks to you about it - wanting to understand what it is and how he can help.

He will definitely take you out to get some clothes of you want to change your style more. He's also the one who helps you if you want to change your hair.

Marko one night handed you a prideflag-patch, before walking of to feed. It was done in such a casual way that you had to stop and look twice, before smiling and realising what Marko had actually made for you.

He is good with sowing, and has a good understanding of most fabrics. So if you bind, he'll definitely be able to help you - if you want that is.

David is surprisingly soft and sweet - I mean, he always is around you and the other guys, but he's just there. No questions asked. Whatever it is, you can built on him. Need some space? Time? Thinking? Hugs? He got you covered.

He's the softest to cuddle with, and he always makes sure that you know how much he loves and cares about you.

Paul is chaos. Supportive, but chaos. He means well, and is one for big gestures (he rigged the lights of your favourite boardwalk ride to only flash the colours if your prideflag), but he can be a bit much at times.

If you're in need of anything - any wish you have, he'll try and help you. At one point he even kidnapped a doctor to make sure you could get the right hormones.

All in all, they all care, and they all want you to be happy.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #david #dwayne #marko #paul #x reader

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karasunology · 4 years

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ KUROO TETSUROU & KOZUME KENMA BEING A DAD HEADCANONS ! ❞

✎ . . . all those dad headcanons are making me so SOFT 🥺✨🥺 do you think you could make some for kuroo, akaashi and atsumu as dads if u haven’t done them already??

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

✎ . . . i'm happy that your requests are open ! and for dad headcanons?? i am right here to serve my braincells for you ma'am. what about dad! sugawara & kenma? thank you in advance 🤓😘

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ kuroo tetsurou & kozume kenma <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATSUMU VERSION. ] [ IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . someone send me cute dad suggestions because i am running🏃out of ideas💡 i'm also finaly done with dad! akaashi hcs in my notes, so feel free to request ( even non-dad related ones ) because i lowkey have no life👉👈🗿

KOZUME KENMA.

➜ it would come as a shock to him honestly ─ you guys used protection and he was atleast careful despite having lazy smex half of the time

➜ but what shocks YOU the most was that he didn't want to get rid of the baby ─ he just couldn't, it was a child he co-reated with the love of his life, how could he ?

➜ you were quick to come with an agreement with him, his soft smile tugging on his lips to form, the smile 80% of the time would come out only for you ( shoyou & kuroo )

➜ he was also lowkey excited, he texted shoyou and kuroo about it as they both congratulated him and were already trying to do dibs on who'll be god father

➜ and you've noticed that he was bit more affectionate with you when you were in your pregnancy, his head on your lap as you play with his hair ─ which he usually doesn't like people doing?? and would every now and then kiss your tummy while playing his games

➜ i want to h*ld his hand

➜ and k*th him

➜ he's like a mother cat on pregnancy, but with you ─ never lets you do work, saying that he already has it under all on control, very protective of you and literally hisses at other people coming near you LMAO WTF MAN

➜ tries to be as knowledgable for your pregnancy as much as possible ─ just like the other dads in my hcs, they want YOU to feel comfortable with EVERYTHING and want YOU to feel supported

➜ has already bought EVERYTHING you needed, even extra ones and has booked appointments left and right

➜ like mans hasn't done this much effort after volleyball ngl

➜ but just like everyone else ─ he's terrified, he doesn't know alot of these things and of course you're the only woman he has ever gotten pregnant and he doesn't have any experiences in these type of thing whatsoever

➜ doubts were not uncommon ─ if he ever was going to be a good father to his child, if he was even a good fiancé to you, was he even worth to have a child with ?

➜ this bb boy CRIED when he heard you guys were having twins, TWINS; like as in a girl and a boy

➜ when kaori and kazu were born, kenma wasn't aware that he could fall in love all over again

➜ is this even worth mentioning because everyone probably knows this?? he s p o i l s them big time

➜ whenever he's working late at night, he'll always be the one telling YOU to go back to sleep and he'll be the one to take care of the kid for the night

➜ and by kid, i meant kazu because somehow??he??got??his??father's??sleeping??schedule??

➜ and it's how he sleeps by

➜ sometimes whenever you wake up, you find yourself alone in the bedroom and whenever you look at either the game room or your childrens' room, you would always find kenma lying with his children on couch-bed ─ kozu and kaori on each side of his head, kaori having her small little fingers holding and sometimes tugging onto her dad's hair

➜ and sometimes you would also join them

➜ but most of the time, you would head to the kitchen and make some breakfast

➜ and usually kenma would wake up and put his kids back to their crib and he'd go look for you, finding you cooking as he would wrap his arms around your waist as he hugs you from the back

➜ i just wanna get myself a gamer boi kenma

➜ since he gets a lot more clingey whenever he wakes up

➜ whenever he's streaming USUALLY, kozu would sleep on his lap like a cat while kaori is sleeping in his head?? Idk how??

➜ while his fans literally PAY him to show his adorable kids, some even commented how they're all so cat-like and alike with their father

➜ one time while streaming, he was probably ranting tf out of a game he wasted his money on and warning his fans not to buy it because it's basically a scam

➜ and while he was in the middle of ranting, his daughter comes in while holding a blanket on her as she rubbed her eyes looking so much like a small kitten, he literally STOPS DEAD ON HIS SWEAR WORD AS HIS EYES WIDDENED while the people in the chats are either fangirling how CUTE his daughter was or DYING because mans was almst about to swear and interrupted himself

➜ before he could react a bundle of energy comes into the gaming room, you hot tailing on his tracks as you came into the room while trying to retrieve kozu

“ kozu!! don't come in there ahH ─ ” you blushed as you looked at both your boyfriend that has an amused eyebrow cocked up, and onto the camera before laughing and smiling at it since his fans ADORE YOU

➜ when you finally got your hands on your son, you smiled at your daughter as you signaled her to come over to you

➜ but before she could come to you she was already lifted at her father's lap

“ it's fine, i'll have her with me ” he said as he nodded at you, placing her gently in the middle of his lap as his arms encaged her while he played his games

➜ before leaving with a pouting kozu on your arms you threw a peace sign at the camera for his fans, closing the door on the way out

➜ let's just say that it lowkey went viral because it's literally so cute

➜ sorry i just HAD to reference that interview that got viral before

➜ one time where you fell asleep with both of your children curled up to you in the bed, kenma just finished a long stream as he walked to the bedroom hoping to fall asleep ontop of you yet finds two cute cat looking children cuddling you

➜ he quickly took a photo or two and made it both his home and lockscreen before sending it to shoyou

➜ and then sliding himself onto the covers as he, himself, nuzzled himself onto your warmth

➜ the relatable dad, idk why but i really see him getting along with children especially when they're teenagers ─ i just, i COULD SEE IT

➜ especially kaori😭 since she inherited his introverted and somehow shy side??

➜ kaori : *slids down the chair after coming home from school* i wanna die

➜ kenma : same

➜ he would introduce video games to his children AHH

➜ would even play violent games with them because why not?

➜ you'd prolly have to scold him after though

➜ the biggest achievement was when both of his children listing game consoles on their christmas lists

➜ and it was on the top of the list

➜ but kenma, being the kanbe(kambe??) daisuke he is, he bought all the things on that list

➜ he knows his kids are supposed to be studying at school ─ he knows it, he really does, that's why he made them go to school

➜ but he couldn't help but play along with his children on the imessage games when he DEFINITELY knows that they were in the middle of history class

➜ and you'll just find out it through the family gc seeing them spam the chat with games and screenshots of their scores while comparing them😭

➜ he always knew how to communicate with his children ─ perhaps it was because of the reason that they are his children

➜ but whenever his daughter comes to him complaining about human interactions and wanting to stay home while his son complains about school being in the way of gaming ─ he's just like : WE SEE EACH OTHER

➜ baby boy is a lazy bum, but he will never hesitate to participate and contribute to his children's life ─ not only through things, but also with just his guidance and presence

➜ your pregnancy may have come across as an accident, but it was never a mistake to kenma.

KUROO TETSUROU.

➜ after getting married for two years now, you couldn't help but want to start building a family with kuroo

➜ LIKE WHO WOULDN'T?? this is kuroo tetsurou we are talking about

➜ unlike oikawa and bokuto ─ YOU were the one having the baby fever

➜ your friends and colleagues already having or talking with their partners to start or adopt

➜ but of course you were lowkey insecure, why wasn't he even mentioning that he wanted a family with you? does he think that it was a waste of time? or maybe he doesn't want to start it with you ─ maybe you were the problem?

➜ but unbeknownst to you, tetsurou also wanted to start a family with you ─ he wanted a lot of children, actually. but he doesn't want you to feel pressured ─ since you guys are still youthful, there's still a lot of time to think about it

➜ and most of all, he doesn't want to start a family with anyone else BUT YOU

➜ whatthefucksanaol sir eye ─

➜ and he's already talking to bokuto behind your back about wanting to start a family with you ( and of course kenma )

➜ but BOKUTO IS JUST SCARILY GOOD AT ADVICES

➜ it's quite eerie honestly

➜ you, thinking it was only just a slight baby fever with all your friends wanting them as well, tried dismissing your thoughts

➜ but your mind said nO❌🚫 RIGHTS✅💢

➜ and kuroo could notice the slight change in behaviour with you, it was subtle but he was quite perceptive

➜ with his cat eyes intently watching you as you tried avoiding his gazes because all you could think is HAVING A BABY WITH THE SAME EYES AS HIM FIIFJJCJC

➜ HELP ME

➜ it was fine until he confronted you about it

➜ kuroo ─ for me, is someone to face a problem head-on, it's just his personality, so it wasn't a surprise that he seriously yet carefully and nonchalantly confronted you while you guys were about to sleep as you layed your head on his lap, taking in his warmth

➜ and that's where mans dropped the b*mb💣

“dollface? is everything alright with you?”

➜ just imagine kuroo's concerned voice is all that you could hear along with the palpitations of your heart as he caressed your cheeks, brushing off the hair covering your face as he puts down science pun book he had on his hands on the nightstand

➜ now i can't help but imagine that scene from the special/bonus chapter from bj alex with chanwoo and MD on the bed, that scene where he tries to confront chanwoo about that bruise on his face? ughshshsj

➜ all he heard was that you wanted to start a family with him👉👈 and now he's seconds to going FERAL and push you down the matress

➜ 😳🔞

➜ SIR CALM DOWN PLEATHES

➜ I CAN'T TAKE IT

➜ but mans was quick to get himself back to reality, a bashful smile tugged on his lips as he nodded at you, kinda disappointed that you had to be the braver person in the relationship to bring out the topic and it wasn't him

➜ mans is competitive okay

“ . . . why don't we start now? ” he slyly grinned, y'know, that cheshire cat grin

➜ let's just see you guys didn't sleep at all that night

➜ kuroo was, though not surprisingly, good and knowledgable with pregnancy, not like he secretly researched about it that one time when you guys got a pregnancy scare that started all his wild thoughts about you carrying his child um ─

➜ and this is kuroo we are talking about lmao

➜ i think he has his insecurities but was never doubtful of himself being a father, LIKE MANS HAS TAKEN CARE OF A WHOLE ASS VOLLEYBALL TEAM ─ but he knows there is a difference between being a father to his child and being a good one

➜ i wanna m*rry him too😡

➜ you gifted him a daughter, his first born. the first time he saw her, GOD WAS THIS THE BEST ACHIEVEMENT IN HIS LIFE

➜ like who knew you guys could create someone so beautifully mashed of both him and you ─ but you disagree, as even by the youngest age of four months or three, you could see the literal resemblance of your husband on her

➜ and it was uncanny, her eyes were the ones you dreamed of your children having ─ molten golden ones of tetsurou's, her cat-like grin and sly personality

➜ she was always quick to lean on her father's warmth, and that made kuroo CRY and you kinda jealous

➜ but nevertheless, you knew that there were plenty of times to make one that loves you just as much taiga loves tetsurou

➜ and you did get it, second born after only half a year, was tamaki, which has taken both your personality and tetsurou's, while having your appearance.

➜ but you were quick to notice to comment that tamaki has gotten kuroo's shy personality while he was young, he would always shy away from his sister that kept clinging onto him since she has never had a playmate other than her uncles from nekoma's old volleyball club

➜ kuroo was to say the least, really happy when he sees your two children getting along with each other since he, himself, has grown up alone with no sibling and without a mother

➜ and as he looked at you playing tamaki and taiga as tamaki got you all wrapped around his finger while taiga was looking for her father, he couldn't help but smile

➜ believe it or not, taiga first said your name ─ not tetsurou's

➜ in your face kuroo

“ come on, say dada !! ” your husband patted his thighs to make a sound as he sat on the bed while your daughter just ─ once again, leaned on his touch, nuzzling her face onto his warm thighs while giggling

➜ he dropped his phone to the bed whining, “ mama! look at her ─ ”

“ ─ mama!! ” your daughter imitated his words, both leaving you guys stunned and wide-eyed as you laugh in shock while tamaki was jealous you gave his sister more attention and now tugging softly at your hair,

“ . . . mama? ”

➜ KUROO WAS SO DONE, HIS COMPETITIVE LOWKEY PETTY ASS WAS DONE

➜ also belive it or not, tamaki was the one who got his father's sleeping habits of having two pillows on both sides of his head

➜ HE'S THE TYPE OF DAD THAT USES A VACCUM CLEANER TO STYLE YOUR DAUGHTERS HAIR LIKE THE ONES ON THOSE VIDEOS ON YT SNSJJSNZZ

➜ and it actually??comes??off??nice??and neat??

➜ at the age of 7, your daughter was already picked to represent her class on a science fair AND YOU BET TETSUROU IS SO PROUD OF HIS DAUGHTER

➜ would be such a supportive dad

➜ visits tamaki and taiga's volleyball games ─ like atleast all over them, and would bring along his old teammates to it maybe just to relive old memories because you BET that they're attending nekoma

➜ would always have these little traditions and inside jokes with them and you

➜ especially science ones

➜ what do we expect? HE'S LITERALLY A DORK

➜ AND SO ARE HIS KIDS

➜ they just vibe with each other ngl, like kuroo is just a down-to-earth guy and could get along with BOTH your extroverted daughter and introverted son, since he was both of them in a moment from his life

➜ uncle kenma would always bring in gifts for them because they're literally now his cats because they are now cats

➜ sorry i don't make the rules

➜ my husband, kenma, does😋

➜ your kids LOVE HIM though, especially tamaki being a bit like kenma ─ both, growing a soft spots for each other

➜ whenever some of his old teammates would visit, taiga is always on uncle lev's back while yaku scolds him to put her tf down or else she'll fall

➜ tamaki on the other hand, is just safely sitting beside his uncle kenma while he watched him play games ─ which he has also grown to love

➜ doesn't let your kids forget to eat and makes them eat even if taiga's in the phase of wanting to be sexy gorl tingz ─ DADDY KUROO SAYS NO RIGHTS🚫

➜ overall, kuroo couldn't ask for more, he was so proud of his children no matter what they do through and through and of course you too ─ for carrying his children, bringing them into the world and being patient with them

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