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vampireimiko · 6 months

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

warnings, alcohol mentions

note, this was something i came up with yesterday and just had to write it so 😋 also i did try to make this gender neutral but if i added any gendered terms lmk 😭

pairings: johnny, bi-han, and syzoth

Johnny Cage ⭐

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Since Johnny is one of the biggest celebrities in the world, you already know he has to throw a Halloween party. He goes ALL out and invites everybody who's anybody. His costume was a sexy devil, y'know the one. It was either that or he was gonna go as himself 😭.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I actually feel like Johnny would be the type to change costumes during the night so, he kicks off the night in the sexy devil costume and ends it in a vampire one.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As his s/o you were automatically considered his Halloween date. You arrived at the party in your own fabulous costume, a perfect complement to Johnny's devilish charm.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The party was a wild mix of celebrities, music, and flashy costumes. With the music pumping, Johnny took your hand, and you both hit the dance floor. Dancing with him was an experience like no other! He moved with the confidence and charm that had made him a star.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° His by-far favorite part of the dancing was when you threw it back on him and he caught it 😭‼️.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As the night continued, Johnny showed you off and introduced you to many of his guests. The party became a whirlwind of laughter, and unforgettable memories, with Johnny as the mastermind of it all.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I feel like after he drinks he gets hella clingy with you, kissing all up on you, whispering in your ear, and ready to kick everyone out so the both of you can go upstairs and have some alone time.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The morning after, he had such a headache. But he didn't regret anything he did at all that night. The party was huge and definitely one to go down in superstar history.

Bi-Han ❄️

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He was 100% dragged here by you. If you didn't make him dance with you, he would've totally spent the whole night in a random corner. He thinks the party is stupid, he could be training new recruits but instead his loving partner just HAD to drag him to a party.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Immediately after the dance, he heads straight back to the corner. This time he's once again interrupted by a drunk party-go-er.

"Yeah man! How are you liking the party?!" Some random guy yelled over the loud music. Bi-Han rolled his eyes and grunted, still remaining silent.

"Ah, don't be like that big guy, live a little! Hey, how about we get you a drink, yeah?" Bi-Han let's the guy drag him through the house full of people and into the kitchen for drinks.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "Here ninja dude, this will definitely hit the spot." Finally the guy pats his back and heads back to partying. Bi-Han takes a sip of the drink and from there it was UP. The idea of someone like him being a lightweight is so funny to me 😭

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He completely did a 180 and went straight to looking for you. Once he found you, you thought he wanted to leave but oh were you in for a surprise. Bi-Han grabbed you by the waist, dipped you, and kissed you. This surprised you since he's not one for public affection, but you were never gonna deny anything that came from him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° After that drink got in his system, he became the absolute LIFE of the party okay! Doing stunts and all of the above. He almost took it too far when he decided he wanted to use his powers in front of everybody, that's when you decided it was time for you two to leave 😭.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "But I really liked the party Y/N :( Can we please go back inside?"

"Okay fine, how many fingers am I holding up?" You challenged.

"...Let's just go home." He slumped in defeat.

Syzoth 🦎

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He's actually never been to a party where he could actually be himself so, all of this was VERY new to him. I feel like he would definitely let his original form out quite a bit that night since it's literally a Halloween party. Now, I imagine you guys party hop, cause there's no way he could switch in between form at the same parties 💀.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Either way, he ends up LOVING every party you hop too. He loves that he can spend time and party with you and others while being himself and not having to hide. I feel like when he gets some alcohol in his system, he gets very friendly and excited. He gets many compliments on his 'lizard costume', which makes him beam with pride.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He got a little too excited when he went to a snackbar and thought the eyes and spiders weren't real 💀. You shared a hearty laugh together as he realized they were just part of the Halloween decorations.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Overall for Syzoth, the Halloween party-hopping extravaganza turned out to be an unforgettable night where he could be himself and celebrate with you, a stark contrast to his usual hidden existence.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Surprisingly in the morning, he didn't have a hangover. But you sure did, (that is if you chose to drink) and he took care of you afterwards :]

additional note ! HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO PEOPLE THAT CELEBRATED 🫶🏾

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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bunbeeplays · 2 months

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 26 - Tartosa Bound

Travis and Becca are kind of surprised when Ophelia invites them over the next day. They thought she'd need some time alone but she seems to be in weirdly high spirits and wants to talk about something she's spent all night planning. What could it be?

Travis: Hey, thanks for inviting us over. We were worried you wouldn’t want to be friends anymore.

Becca: We’re sorry if we started this whole thing.

Ophelia: No, no, this isn’t your fault. Things happen. It wasn’t going to work out long term. I'm done moping, I'll be fine.

Travis: Glad to hear you're doing okay. So what’d you want to talk to us about?

Ophelia: I found a place for you two to live.

Becca: Where?

Ophelia: Here!

Travis: That's very sweet, O, but the whole point of moving out is to get our own place.

Ophelia: I'd move out first, you dingus! This is a perfect starter home for a young family!

Becca: Where would you live, though? Moving in with Summer and Libby might be awkward right now

Ophelia: You guys know I’ve been through a lot of changes recently. Some big changes. Well, I need to make one more big change. This is hard to say, but... I’m moving to Tartosa.

Travis: You're what?!

Travis: I get that things between you and Lib are weird right now but you don’t have to move!

Ophelia: It’s not about Libby, Travis. I want to be closer to my new job, and I want to experience more of the world before I settle down. This is something I need to do for myself.

Ophelia: This is a good opportunity for you guys, too! There’s no other houses in your budget in town, right? Well, this one’s about to be available! I’d be honored if this was the home you started your family in.

Becca: Ophelia, I don’t know what to say.

Ophelia: Say yes!

Travis and Becca can tell by one look they're in agreement.

Travis: We’d love to. You have no idea how much this means, Ophelia. It's just too bad it means losing you to Tartosa.

Ophelia: It was the same loading screen to walk across the street that it'll be to visit me, Trav.

Travis and Becca will move into Ophelia's gran's old house to start their family, and Ophelia is moving to Tartosa to start her new career as a professional violinist! No wonder she took all her photos down. Or maybe she just started doing that because Libby was in most of them.

Travis: I can’t believe you’re leaving Willow Creek.

Ophelia: I’m not moving to Sixam! Besides, my new place is within walking distance to a beach. Y'know, the place we spent a ton of money on a vacation for.

Travis: I think we'll find an excuse to visit every now and then.

Summer: When I text you asking to go see the fireworks at the Humor and Hijinks Festival, you’d better pick up! You’re not getting rid of me that easily!

Ophelia: Wouldn’t dream of it, Sum. Thanks for seeing me off, guys. I'll finish loading my low-poly van and hit the road.

Ophelia's surprised to see Libby stop by.

Libby: Hey.

Ophelia: Hey. Sorry I didn’t tell you in person. I didn’t want you to think I was acting impulsively because… You know.

Libby: No, I get it. There’s a big world out there. You need to experience it. I’m glad you are.

Libby: I just wanted to say goodbye.

Ophelia: Everybody acts like they’re never going to see me again. I’ll visit all the time! We’ll still have our gym meetups!

Libby: I know we’ll still see you but us being neighbors is the reason we met. It feels like the end of an era.

Ophelia: Sometimes entering new eras can be a good thing. I hope my new era includes you.

Libby: I hope my new era includes you too.

The two clumsily hug and silently hope their next hug won't feel so awkward.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #summer #travis #becca #libby

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develation · 3 years

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A Lifeguard's preach- please read

Okay, hi, welcome to my Ted talk. So surprise for some of you but I work as a lifeguard, and I have some things to say about my experience for the 2 years I've worked as one.

A lot of people have decided it's okay to crap on first responders lately, which is a subject I will lightly touch on. But pool lifeguards have been under-appreciated for a very long time. The pool I work at is like a mini-waterpark. We have slides, basketball hoops, a water playground, a lazy river (with tubes), an obstacle course, and concessions. Were not just your neighborhood pool, which means there are more dangers to look out for. Because you can tell yourself that things never happen, but that's a lie. Every day, things always happen.

So today I was walking my stand (grazing stands there called because you walk back and forth for 20 mins straight and then move to the next stand to do it all over again for another 20 mins. repeat that process for 2 hours on lazy river rotation). And this lady decided to sit right in the middle of where I'm walking. Now in lifeguarding, we have to keep a 10/20, which means 10 seconds to see someone and 20 seconds to get to them. And the zone I'm on is SCS which is the little kid playground, y'know, with TODDLERS AND BABIES EVERYWHERE. So in order to properly scan my zone and make sure none of these babies start choking on water, I ask her to move. And she looks at me and goes, "well you should have a sign there that says that." She moves, but did this lady seriously tell me that we should have a sign that says- "Please don't sit in the Lifeguards way. They are trying to make sure you and your child don't die." Like what?!

It's not just her, I alone have been disrespected so much on this job, it's stupid. I've had moms tell me to LEAVE MY ZONE and go get their kid because it will be my fault if they drown when the mother herself is on the other side of the lazy river. I've saved a boy and the mother said, "He was fine. I'm not filling out the paperwork, I just want to enjoy my last ten minutes here." Like, YOUR FUCKING WELCOME.

I am so sick of this. Do people don't even know the amount of training we do just to even work? I have at least 200 hours of training, and I don't even work the full year's cuz of school. It's not just CPR y'know? I know how to and train to handle Rescue-Breathing, seizures, chest compressions (yes, that is different from CRP), allergic reactions, heat stroke, burns, chemical burns (mostly for employees because we work with that stuff), Heimlich, Spinals (head, neck, and back injuries), eye trauma, and more. I, WE, may be no police officer or EMT, but we know our shit.

For working in general, while you're sitting in that cool water enjoying life. Where sitting there (or even worse, walking) in 2-hour rotations sweating our asses off. You can talk about those umbrellas we get on sitting stands all day BUT THEY DON'T DO CRAP. Because the sun MOVES in the sky. And most shifts are from 10:45 to 6:30, open to close. I have only worked 3 shifts that haven't been 7 or 8 hours long.

"What about lunch breaks?" well guess what, we don't get one! Every 2 hours we get 17 min breaks (15 guards on stand and 3 in break room at all times, that's how our rotation works) that could be interrupted at any moment because people don't drown on a schedule. My water bottle is broken (it leaks) from how many times I've thrown that thing when a long whistle goes off.

Just imagine, you're sitting there eating your well-deserved sandwich, slipping some water from your water bottle, chatting it up with the other guards. And then out of fucking nowhere- BRRRRRRRRRRRRR- *Hi this is adrenaline, I'm gonna turn all the way up now* "OH SHIT SOMEONE'S DROWNING FUCK FUCK FUCK-." And now you, your boss, and other 2 break guards are sprinting full speed across the pool deck trying not to trip over your own equipment. With your food and water bottle forgotten on the concrete of the guard-room floor. [It was a very sad day. I had ordered Jimmy Johns just for that...]

I have saved 8 people, all of them children. And every day, there are at least 2 saves, which means someone is drowning and a lifeguard has to jump in for them. Realistically though? There have been too many days for me to count where there were 8 or if not more saves. People take pool safety for granted, there fucking idiots who think that just because they're tall enough to go down the slide they can swim in the 12-foot deep catch pool. They think that they can go in the lazy river without a tube. Or that they don't need a lifejacket. Parents are idiots, who don't watch their children. In one of my saves, I watched a kid disappear underwater in front of me. One second they were above water and the next, just gone. It's not like the movies guys, there's no screaming or splashing. There's the weird doggy paddle, and then they stop making distance and are weirdly treading, and then they're gone. And then you have to pick out from the kids who are floating with their backs on the surface, the kids who pretend to drown for fun, and the adults who think it's okay to "test" the lifeguards.

Just today, within the first 20 mins of open we have a lady pass out. There's something horrifying about holding someone's limp body in your hands and them not waking up. Last year we had a lifeguard pass out from the heat on the lazy river. Just flop straight onto the pavement. In years past we had a woman have a heart attack on the deck. We kept her alive until EMS arrived but she died in the hospital 3 days later. There was another lady who busted her knee open and bled everywhere. Stuff always happens.

I make $10.86 an hour to save people's lives and get shit on while doing it. It's not everybody, I meet those parents who say, "Don't worry, I'll yell at them." Those kids whole actually put their tubes back and put back the tubes that everybody left right next to the corral. That one dude who filled up my water bottle with his water because, "I looked like I was melting and needed something good today". Those girls who say I'm pretty despite all my scaring and me having short hair (yes I have gotten judged for being a girl and having short hair). But most of the time, we are ignored and looked down upon.

Trust me, we don't mind small talk. Or making jokes, telling stories. We just want to be appreciated. And I just don't feel that most of the time. My bosses have been amazing to me, and they are one of the only reasons I come to work with a smile on my face. But above all that, I just want to fulfill the childhood-old dream of being a hero. Of saving a life. I know I'm not quite suited out for firefighting or EMT's or policing.

But I'm still doing it. And I would like for others to just see me, instead of yelling at me for saving their child's life.

#lifeguard #first responders #text post #please read #please reblog

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fortheloveofkuroo · 4 years

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HAIKYUU AU:

Part 1 Part 3

Karasuno boys are having a sleepover in your place, their Manager!

4. Nishinoya Yuu

Yea boi he's excited.

Yuu have been always a fan of yours. Sure he loves Shimizu Kiyoko more than anyone (expect Tanaka lmao) But you, you're just so different that you shines in his eyes.

"Sleepover at (Y/n)'s home?! Not Bad!"

He is excited as hell.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Is your house bigg?" He excitedly asks. "Well, you'll see." You answered.

He cannot calm down geez. Unlike Asahi, who's nervous as hell he's very excited and everybody can tell.

"You guys can dry yourselves here, i'll shower first and prepare your dinner!"

Something about seeing your domestic self seems very unusual to him. He's not used to you who's not yelling and controlling people in the Gym.

You seems very famous for your strictness to the boys. But they're not complaining though.

He waits (strangely) patiently and being his usual self, with Tanaka he guards the bathroom.

"We, as a real gentlemen we have to guard our lady from danger. Especially when she's in her vulnerable state." Nishinoya explained. Tanaka answered with his nods.

Ofc you can hear everything from inside. "OI YOU TWO GET OUT FROM THE DOOR!" you opened the door, with bathrope on and wet hair.

Ofc these two guys arestunned. "Omg (Y/n), you're actually so hot-" "GET OUT!" you kicked both of them to the living room and quickly change to your clothes.

Doesn't took too long before you finished cooking dinner with Sugawara and bring them to table.

They all eat so much. You barely eats. That's alright, they worked so hard. It must be tough for them.

This guardian deity noticed that you don't eat much. So he gave a few portion of his Karaage to you. Without you even noticing.

"Eh,? I'm sure i finished mine though." You wondered. Nishinoya grins, "It seems like the Kaarage fairy likes you, (Y/n)!" Followed by cheering from Hinata asking if Kaarage fairy is real or not.

You know it's from him. It's not rare for Nishinoya sharing his food but it warms your heart.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted before Sugawara holds himself. "No you're not! I don't trust you!"

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

Omg the chaos. You had enough for some point.

"Geez! I'll sleep by myself. Don't make a ruckus and Good night." You snaps while closing the door. Leaving some of them guilty.

You can't lie that you feel a little upset. Maybe you're tired. Yeah, you're prolly tired. You're gonna apologize to everyone in the morning.

It's been hours since you turn off the light. Hell it's already midnight and you can't seems to fall asleep. You're mentally and physically tired but your eyes don't want to close even an inch.

So you left your room. Moving around a little hoping you'll get (even) more tired. You move slowly, making sure you don't make so much noise that loud enough to wake everybody.

A glass of water is enough to calm yourself down right? Nah it's not. You're still hungry.

"Psst. Hey."

You turn your head around, a boy with dark drown locks and a little golden blonde highlight on his bangs. It's undoubtly him.

"Noya? You haven't sleep yet?" You whispered to him. He shakes his head, but both of your movement is too loud for the first year that ate sleeping in the living room so you dragged him somewhere else.

Should you bring him to your room? Dang it but you're still upset. So you dragged him outside to terrace. Letting go of his hand as you two sits.

"Why are you still up?" Noya shrugs. "I don't know. How about you?" You shrugs back. "Idk. Prolly-" your stomach suddenly shrieks, cutting your words and Nishinoya cannot help but laugh.

"D-Don't laugh! You'll wake everybody!" You hit his arm as he coughs. "Um, wait here 'kay" he left. You have no idea what he's planning but oh well.

You hug your knees as you looks up, the sky is so clear. Thanks to the rain and storm earlier.

You nose picks up something. A savory delicious smell coming from inside the house. Wait is this his plan?

Not so long, Noya came back with two noodle cups. He gave one to you and place himself right next to you. He only give you a grin before you two busy enjoying your instant noodle.

Not only your stomach but your heart warms up now. It's the little silence that you two in.

You smiled. After putting your cup of noodle away you chuckles.

Nishinoya confused. "What? You still hungry??"

You shakes you head, "I just don't remember keeping instant cup noodles though.." "Oh it was mine. I brought spare food everywhere, because y'know i eat a lot." Nishinoya grins.

You thanked him as you ruffles his golden bangs. And your hand quickly got snatch from his head before you know it you already cornered between him and the cold concrete wall behind you.

Is this what kabedon looks like?

He slowly release your hand and apologize. Very ashamed of what he have done. He excuse himself but you stopped him.

"...Stay for a while."

God how can he say no?

Being in the same grade as you provide him with a lots of opportunities. Not only he can see you everyday outside the club activity, he's given the opportunity of interacting with you because you two are in the same class ans apparently, you sat beside him.

He nods and sits back while you quietly watch over his side profile. Damn, you never knew that Nishinoya is actually.. Pretty good-looking.

"Sorry, i acted without thinking earlier."

"Nah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Also, gotta admit though, you look cool with your hair down, Noya."

You can tell he's surprised. A girl? Tell him he looks cool? What? In? The? World? Is? Happening???

It seems like the cold air and the full stomach is now making you drowsy. Noya notices this, he grabs your hand and leads you to your room.

"There there. Sleep tight kay?" He spoke as he cover your whole body with blanket. It's warm.

But it's not enough.

"Hnnh.. Noya, cold." You whine.

"Haa?? Then what do you want me to do? Cuddle you up?" He jokes. Well suprisingly you nods.

Noya shocked, but why not right? He smiles as he enters the soft blanket of yours and sighed.

"Fine i'll spoon you."

5. Tanaka Ryuunosuke

OMF THE CHAOS

He's literally dreading to go to your house.

"Oh shit nvm Kiyoko-san is number one- ...but sleepover at (Y/n)-san's house though, BUT KIYOKO-SAN!! B-But (Y/n)-san.."

Yeah that's what his mind probably looks like. He obviously loves Kiyoko but heck, when you appear infront of him. It's like another flower has bloom.

He swear to himself that he only devotes himself to Shimizu Kiyoko and not do anything weird but protect you as Karasuno's manager and that's it.

But when he enters your house, and seeing everybody so relaxed, he thinks "heh why not?"

Especially when he saw you getting out from the shower. He feels like he just cameback fro a long day at work and his wife is serving him-

WAIT NO THINK OF SHIMIZU KIYOKO.

Dang it, he hates himself. He can't pick. He loves Kiyoko so much but you.. You keep disturbing him.

And ofc you don't even know that this is what's going on. You only think that Tanaka loves Shimizu-senpai so it's cool he acts very defensive to the managers especially when they're outside the school.

But why is so nervous yet so happy when he sees you?

You cameback from the kitchen, placing the dinner on the table with Suga-san helping you out.

The entire scenario of you being his wife serving him right after he cameback from his work is very vivid.

He shakes his heaed as he stuff and chomps down his rice. Secretly stealing a gaze over your direction. Everybody's attention is slightly moves towards you too.

The way you eat, the way you speak, the way you smiles..

He ignores those all and focus on his meal and moves his focus elsewhere by teasing another member whose embarassed or flustered just because they're in your house.

But he's secretly overwhelmed too.

And not so long it's sleeping time.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I'LL DO IT!" "NO YOU DUMBASS! STOP COCKBLOCKING ME TANAKA!" "STOP IT YOU TWOO!!!"

Sugawara was quick to respond. But you already sighs and shakes your head. "Nevermind i'll sleep by myself.. Goodnight Guys."

Shit. He felt guilty now.

He tried to erase his feeling of guilty away, Nishinoya and the others are very quick to fall asleep. They left him alone. Awake in the darkness.

He can't sleep with this guilty feeling on his chest. As a true man, he must deal with his problem straight away.

So he brace himself and lightly knock on your door.

No answer. "Shit, she's probably already asleep. I should just wait untill tomorrow-" and the door opens.

Revealing you with a sleepy face and messy hair. So you did already sleepy.

"S-SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO INTERRUPT. PLEASE GO BACK TO SLE-" "Tanaka shhh.. Not so loud.." you yawns as you rubs your eyes.

"It's fine, what is it? I'm awake now." You smiles. He want to say something. Tanaka is a simple guy, if something is interrupting him, he will told you immediately.

"No ah.. I'm sorry (Y/n)-san. You should probably go back to sleep-" "Geez.. Be quite!" A shout suddenly startled both of you. Causing you to quickly drags Tanaka inside and shutting the door.

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

Man, Tanaka Ryuunosuke is stop working.

He's inside your room, he always wonder what a girl's room looks like. (His Onee-san's room is a very different one in his perspective)

"Hellooo? Earth to Tanaka? Ya there?" You wave your hand infront of him as you tap his bald head.

"A-Ah yes! It's.. I want to apologize about earlier." "Huh? Oh, that's alright. I was just tired so a little ruckus kinda bugs me. But that's okay, i'm sorry too for sounding so annoyed, eheh."

Your awkward pure genuine smile moves his heart.

He smiles. Is that it? Is this his choice?

"Say (Y/n)-san.." "Geez Tanaka drop the suffix. We're in the same year." You protest. Tanaka awkwardly chuckles and nods.

"What is it?" You wonder. Anticipating an answer from a boy who's sitting infront of you.

"Do you.. Have someone in your mind?" He looks down. Didn't even that brave to look at your eye. Untill he feels a little thud in his shoulder. He looks up..

You fell asleep on his shoulder. Oh my God.

The panic.

He's panicking inside and it shows. You, who's now asleep and sound on his shoulder suddenly slides to his lap.

He quickly carry you to the bed and tugs you in.

"This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad"

Poor boy lol.

But one things he notices, your hand.. It won't let go of his hand. Even though he relase your hand, you kept looking for his hand.

"How adorable," he think to himself.

"...Don't leave."

"..I won't. Because, i think i love you.."

6. Kageyama Tobio

Honestly, this boi can't behave himself when he's near you.

HE ADORES YOU AWWW.

Y'know ya boi Tobio never really cares about the outside world of voleyball. So he never notice any stuff that's going around even if A LOT of girls in his class are crushing on him.

In the middle school everybody seems so distant from him because of his past attitude, but he's willing to change when he came to Karasuno and boom, he met you.

What a spark of fireworks.

So now his world revolves around two things. Voleyball, and you.

Kageyama doesn't want to bother you, so he decline. But his poor self didn't bring umbrella. He already made up his mind that he'll sprint to home untill he (accidentally) heard your quarel with Daichi.

Well, why not?

So this boy tags along, and being the polite boy he is he behave SO POLITE IT HURTS YOUR EYES.

"Jesus Kageyama, you don't have to be so polite." You laughs as the other members starting to notice. Kageyama's forehead form a confused expression.

He's actually pretty quiet and calm in your house. Your house remind him a lot of his Grandma's house. The atmosphere, and the living room is practically almost identical.

He tried to enjoy the moment but ofc Hinata Boge will annoy tf outta him.

When you distribute the towels, something struck your mind and he snaps you out of it.

"(Y/n)-senpai? Is anything wrong?" You shakes your head and gave him a thumbs up, i forming everything's fine. He's happy with the little interaction that you're both having.

That's just enough for him.

It's almost his turn to shower, some of the member that showered first already back, and Hinata decided to go ahead and shower first. Taking over Kageyama's turn and leaving him behind.

He was about to chase after him but Daichi pulls him back. "Don't make any ruckus." He advised Kageyama.

But Hinata strangely came back with a pale face. As if he runs to a ghost or something.

"Oi what happened? You run to a ghost or something?" He asked, mocking him.

Hinata face turns to serious yet doubtfull. Oh shit something serious must have happened. Kageyama nudge him. "What happened?"

Hinata gulps, "... I saw Suga-san and (Y/n)-senpai in the kitchen.. They were.." Kageyama scoffs. "Yea they were cooking. What else they should be doing, huh?"

"No! Listen.. They were.. Ugh.. S-Suga-san.. Cornered (Y/n)-senpai.." Hinata whispered to him. Kageyama's heart almost stopped. So it's true.

A while ago, while he was practicing his jump serve, his ear caught something rather interesting. The third years were discussing about the managers. Including you.

"How about (Y/n)?" Daichi asked. "Aaah, i think everyone in the team atleast have a crush on her though. I mean ofc i had a crush on her, who wouldn't?" Sugawara jokes. Bur Asahi agreed too.

What? So he against the senpais too?

And the first years and second years too. Wow you sure are popular.

He gets up, clenching his towel between his fist and walked to the kitchen. While Hinata tried to hold him but poor guy he gets thrown away :(

Once he stepped to the Kitchen, he saw you and Suga. But both of you are blushing. Shit, he doesn't want to admit this but he think Hinata's not telling a lie.

"Oh Kageyama? The bathroom's that way." Sugawara's finger gesture over the bathroom and helped you with the meal. He can see a glistened of rivalry in his kouhai's eyes.

"Thanks." As Kageyama shuts the door. He curse to himself. Now he have to compete with Sugawara too? Not only the setter position but.. Girls too?

He spent his showering session by collecting himself. He must not show any emotion of upsetness. Then he gets out and surprise surprise he bumped into Sugawara.

The silence between them omg.

"Excuse me-" "Hinata told you, didn't he?"

"Shit. He knew. Now play dumb Tobio."

"H-Huh? What did you say, Suga-san?" He lies. Sugawara know from the start that Hinata will run to Kageyama and spill everything. And Kageyama Tobio is bad at lying.

"You know, that me and (Y/n)-" "Food's ready!! Everybody let's gather aroundd!" His words were cut off by Daichi's announcement.

The whole dinner session are spent well, Kageyama's usual quarell with Hinata about the food and you being so wholesome and kind about it.

But the way you and Sugawara's movement after that kitchen incident keeps bothering his mind. What if Sugawara..

And dinners ended. It's turn to sleep now. He's kind off sleepy already because of his routine. So after the room division, he will go straight to bed, he think.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

What

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted. But he gets hold back by Sugawara. No no no. He cannot let anyone especially Sugawara to sleep with you.

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

"Let's go to the distributed room first and see, who's the one left. He gets to stay with (Y/n)-senpai." Kageyama proposes. Actually not a bad idea.

At first everyone doesn't want to take their place but their tired body forces them too. One by one, they all collapsed on the futon or matresss once they saw one. And that left us with Sugawara and Kageyama.

"You should choose, (Y/n)." Sugawara smiles.

Kageyama's almost lost because of his consciousness running out. He's THAT sleepy yall.

"Well then, i think i'll pick.." "Sugawara! There's one spot left here!" Before you can decide, (again) Daichi interrupts. And Kageyama's eyes almost rolled back because of his sleepiness.

"Fine then. Goodnight (Y/n), Kageyama." Sugawara smile as you both walk back to your room. Holding back his emotion.

You told Kageyama to wait and prepare his bed. You feel sorry for him, he must be so tired and yet he still force himself to fully awake.

"There, Kageyama. You can sleep now- Ehhh!" Whaddya know sis, he falls down. Face first to the matrass luckily not the floor.

You chuckles a little. This boy is very adorable. You know how he adores you when you help hin with his set practice. You ran your fingers trough his jet black hair, combing his hair.

"...Nyam, i like you.. (Y/n)-senpai..."

WOW. Didn't expect someone will confess to you trough sleep talking but sure i guess. A little laugh burst from you lips. Cheeks a lil' warm.

"Sweet dreams, Tobio.."

Part 3 coming upp~

#haikyuu au #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu tanaka #tanaka ryuunosuke #kageyama tobio

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Star Wars 101 (Ch. 2) Episode IV - A New Hope

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Wow, I didn't realize how much I'd written until I hit the tumblr limit. Hope you like it! Comment your thoughts!

Chapter Summary: Steve just wants to do his job, the avengers are the best wingmen, Scott doesn't like porn, and [y/n] thinks all nerds are freaky

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sci-fi boi: okay which cartoon rivalry was better?? Popeye the sailor man and Bluto or Tom and Jerry?

crackhead [y/n]: dude.

crackhead [y/n]: how is that even a question??? Obviously Tom and Jerry lol

sci-fi boi: explanation pls

crackhead [y/n]: popeye and bluto were always fighting over that girl olive and some other stupid crap but with my two furry buddies it was no talk pete no discussions just murder attempts ON SIGHT. Tell me they don't go harder than any other rivalry

sci-fi boi: haha truuuu

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"Are we boring you, Queens?"

Peter's head snapped up quickly, discreetly turning his phone off underneath the meeting table. "Um-huh? No no no, Mr. Rogers I'm listening. Sorry."

Steve shook his head and continued to speak as he pointed to the pictures on the screen at the end of the room. All of the Avengers of Earth were there, some half asleep, while the others either joked or listened intently.

In two short days, they were going to be taking back powerful tech that Martin Li(aka: Mr. Negative)'s "demons" had stolen from Stark Industries. A simple "get in and get out".

They'd known this plan for some days now, yet Steve insisted on calling meetings to go over it again and again.

Feeling a quick vibration go off in his hand, Peter instinctively looked back down at his phone to see a snapchat text notification from you.

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crackhead [y/n]: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible🐝...

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Peter shook his head slightly as he chuckled, a smile shamelessly creeping onto his face.

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sci-fi boi: did you really just quote the bee movie at me???😂😂

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"Hey spidey-boy, would you mind sharing to the class what's so hilarious?" Rhodey's voice rang out loud and clear from across the table.

Quick as lightning, Peter turned his phone off and buried it in between his thighs, realizing that he hadn't been as quiet as he'd thought. To his luck, everyone’s eyes were trained on him now.

“It's n-nothing!” Peter squeaked, his voice breaking embarassingly. He shoved his phone into his pocket in fear of someone snatching it from him.

Natasha rolled her eyes and smirked. "So what're you looking at down there?"

"I-i, uh, I was just um, w-watching a funny- very funny video actually-"

"C'mon guys!," Sam laughed, clapping his hands together. "Don't tease the kid. We all know what he was smiling at down there!"

At that, Peter practically choked. "WHAT?!"

Tony snickered. "Personally, I don't think two inches is something to be proud of, but alright."

Peter's eyes widen, nearly falling out of his skull by the looks of it. "I-it's not two inches a-and I wasn't looking at-!"

"Jesus christ, guys..." Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He was obviously just doing something on his phone. Leave the poor guy alone."

Peter coughed as he saw Steve glare at him with that infamous 'Im Captain America and Im judging you' glare. Phones weren't allowed in the meeting room. Well, they weren't supposed to be. No one ever really followed that rule except Peter. But he'd already been so deep in his conversation with you that he just couldn't put his phone down. "No no, um, I wasn't.. I was just zoning out, y'know, and I just happened to be looking-"

"-at your phone?," Steve cut in to ask.

"-at your dick," Rhodey stated at the same time.

"-at porn," Tony said with an all-knowing smile, causing everyone at the table to turn towards either him or Peter, whose face was beet red with embarrassment.

"Peter please tell us you weren't watching porn," Scott begged, his jaw completely dropped. "I mean, no judgment but-"

"Full judgement, actually," Clint corrected, an extremely disturbed look on his face. "Seriously, what were you doing, kid? You gotta tell us now with all these assumptions being thrown around."

"Curious," Thor stated, leaning back in his chair. "What is porn?"

"Something that I definitely WAS NOT watching!," Peter responded as he practically slammed his face into the table and slapped his hands over his eyes. "Does it even matter what I was doing anyway?," he mumbled into the table.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, blowing the smoke off of her coffee. "People usually aren't this defensive when they're telling the truth, Peter."

Peter shrunk into his seat with a loud groan. Can I die. Can I please just die. Like why am I seriously even alive right now??? Some bad guy please just burst through the door and maim me please.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Parker's phone," Tony commanded once the commotion in the room died down.

Peter quickly lifted his head. "Wait, what?!"

"Accessing Peter Parker's mobile device, sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded. "Would you like for me to transfer the screen to the meeting board?"

Tony looked back with a laugh to see a frozen, slack-jawed Peter. He turned back around. "Yeah sure, F.R.I.D.A.Y., what the heck let's have fun."

"No wait- are you seriously hacking into my phone right now?!"

"Well why're you so tense, Parker?," Sam asked teasingly. "Thought you had nothing to hide?"

"I-i don't!," he stammered. "I-it's just..." he trailed off, looking for the right words to say. "..that's my private property," he said lamely while staring at the wall.

Tony stared back at him. "Well that's the dumbest excuse I've ever heard." He pointed towards the board. "Alright it's coming up."

Scott closed his eyes. "Oh God, please don't be porn.."

Peter rolled his eyes. Everyone else looked to the large board, fully expecting to see either porn or just some stupid game the boy had been playing.

But none of them expected him to be texting a girl.

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crackhead [y/n]: hey u still there?

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"Who's crackhead [Y/N]?," Natasha asked.

Scott turned to Rhodes who was sitting on the side of him. "Is that some trashy porn star?," he whispered.

"Why're you asking me like I know?"

"It's this girl from school.." Peter answered, blushing profusely.

"And you like her," Natasha noted, watching his body language intently.

The boy's eyes widened. "N-no I don't!"

"Why crackhead though?," Rhodey asked, crinkling his nose.

Peter shrugged. "That's what she wanted her name to be," here responded. "Thought it was funny."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just like you thought 'sci-fi boi' was funny?" Shaking his head, he changed focused. "Guys, are we gonna get back to work or not?"

"Not," Tony answered as he scrolled up all the way to the beginning of the messages from early that morning. "So, you've been texting this girl today off and on since..." He checked the time. "Five in the morning?"

Clint chuckled. "Oh yeah, huge crush."

“No!” Peter protested, his voice an octave too high. Realizing that it isn’t working, he decided to try a different technique. Clearing his throat, he tried to sound and act as nonchalant as possible. “She’s just a friend from school.”

"She's first on your best friends list, even over that computer kid you practically live with. And you and her practically snap each other nonstop."

Peter scratched his nose. "W-well that's only cuz Ned doesn't like to text much."

Bruce took his glasses off and sighed, realizing there was no way this meeting was getting back on topic. "Look Pete," he said. "Friends don't do that. I've seen it all before. If you and this girl are talking on a daily basis all throughout the day starting at five in the morning?" He titled his head in a suggestive way, though Peter stared back at him blankly.

"What?," Peter asked.

"Oh my God, kid," Bruce sighed.

Tony held his head back and laughed. "It means either she likes you and your just too dense, you like her but won't admit it and she's just concerningly nice, or you both like each other and just won't make your moves!"

Sam, who hadn't lifted his eyes from the board the entire time, spoke up. "And judging by these texts, you already got her, it's just not official yet."

Tony kept scrolling. "You two went to winter formal together?"

"Yeah... but as friends," Peter said with a shrug.

Steve cleared his throat loudly, gaining the attention of everyone in the room at once. He looked at Peter who was doing everything here could not to look him in the eye. "Look, as much as I would love to talk about Peter's sad love life, we have a mission-"

"-that will still be there tomorrow, Cap," Bucky finished for him. "C'mon we've been going over this stuff for hours. Let us have this distraction."

Everyone looked to him, Tony feigning a puppy dog expression. Crossing his arms, he left the room. "Fine, but when someone gets hurt because they didn't know where they were supposed to go, don't blame me."

"...literally no one's ever blaming you, man," Sam said.

Suddenly, the screen lit up and F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. "Sir, Peter Parker has a new message."

Everyone looked to the board. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Scroll down, Mr. Stark. Scroll down!," Peter yelled frantically. "What's she saying?"

Natasha smirked. "And you're sure you don't like her, Peter?"

His face flushed. "Okay fine...I might have a tiny crush-"

"I'm sorry I can't hear you," Tony cut in. "Can you say that agai-"

"-I SAID YEAH I REALLY LIKE THIS GIRL!," Peter finally yelled with his eyes squeezed shut. He kept them closed for about twenty seconds afterwards, afraid of the judging faces he would see if he opened them.

He carefully opened his eyes to see all of the avengers (minus Cap) staring back at him with stupid smiles and smirks on their faces.

"Well, that's all I needed to hear," Tony said. He clapped his hands together. "Okay everybody, first order of business, checking the text. Sam, you're our reader."

"Got it."

"What?," Peter yelled, reaching for his phone. Tony dodged him and gave it to Sam. "Mr. Stark, I can text a girl on my own. I don't need help."

"Nat, you're our timer. Make sure none of the responses take longer than a minute. We don't want the girl to get bored and go on to something else."

"Check."

"Mr. Stark, c'mon-"

"Sam, you explain stuff to lightning head over here if he doesn't understand it. This could be learning moment for ole Shakespeare. Thor, you listen to Sam."

"Right."

"On it."

"Everyone else, you're with me. We gotta find the perfect thing to say to this girl. I've got a feeling this is probably the only chance he's gonna have to get a girl in a long time."

Rhodes, Scott, Clint, Bruce, and Wanda looked to each other and nodded.

"And Pete?"

Peter raised his head. "Yes sir?"

"You know this girl more than anybody here does, so you tell us if what we say is appropriate for her or not."

Peter rolled his eyes and nodded. After all, what's the worst that can happen?

Tony pointed to Sam. "Okay, read it."

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crackhead [y/n]: u going to flash's party on saturday??

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"She wants to know if the kid's going to some party Saturday."

Tony turned to the boy. "You're going," her demanded.

Flash was the most popular douchebag in school. Totally rich and totally rude and totally determined to use his every breath to spite Peter. "I wasn't even invited," Peter mumbled, shooting a glare towards Sam when he heard him laughing.

"Well get invited," Tony ordered. "A party is the perfect place to make a move. Send yes."

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sci-fi boi: yes

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"Mr. Stark, how am I supposed to get into this party? Flash hates me! And if I crash it and Flash sees me, he's gonna make sure everyone thinks I'm a loser!"

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. "Peter we're trying to help you here. Figure that part out on your own."

Peter sighed, leaning forward in his chair. The last thing he wanted was another assignment, even if it wasn't actually an assignment. On the plus side, he'd get to see you, and maybe have some fun if he actually tried to enjoy himself.

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crackhead [y/n]: cool so i guess ill go too

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Rhodey chuckled while shaking his head. "Kid, if you don't ask this chick out the second you see her again, I'm gonna bodyslam you."

Peter frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bruce smiled. "Whether or not she went to the party was depending on if you were going," he pointed out.

"This girl used to be like that with me back in college," Scott said with a shrug. "Thought she liked me. Turned out she just had social anxiety..."

"Yeah you're really not helping this, bugman," Tony said.

"Wait, you guys think [Y/N] actually likes me back?," Peter asked, getting groans and laughs in return.

"Where have you been the last few minutes?," Natasha said.

"We've literally been saying that this entire time," Sam deadpanned.

Peter stared at his feet below the table. If the team was right, and you did actually like him back, then the movie marathon he was planning was the perfect excuse to hang out with you. "I-i think I might have a plan!," he rushed out, his head flying up. He pointed to Sam. "Ask her if she's free tonight!"

"Yes!," Thor yelled, his fists pumped into the air. "The spider child has grown his man balls!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Sam nodded approvingly as he texted.

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sci-fi: r u free tonight??😉

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"Wait hold on," Peter said, suddenly rushing towards the phone in a frantic manner. "Why is there a winking emoji?! I didn't say anything about a winking emoji!"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were flirti-"

Peter groaned. "Delete it, man. Delete it before her bitmoji pops up!"

"Okay okay, dang kid," Sam chuckled, quickly deleting the text and replacing it with one without a winking emoji. "There. And ya girl didn't even see it."

"Hey guys," Scott said. "I know we're all freaking out and stuff. But honestly, I'm just glad he wasn't watching porn." He shrugged. "So no matter what happens with this girl, today's still an absolute win."

It went on like this for a solid thirty minutes.

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crackhead [y/n]: yeah wassup

sci-fi boi: wanna come over and watch movies?

crackhead [y/n]: sure what're we watching

sci-fi boi: we can decide that when u get here. how about 4??

crackhead [y/n]: alright sure

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"Okay, last thing," Tony said. "We need a sly compliment. Something not that special about her, but enough to show her that you're tuned in. Gets them every time, trust me."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Wow, lady-killer."

Tony pointed towards her and shrugged. "She said it, not me."

Thor looked to Peter. "So, young spider. What have you observed about your darling love?"

Peter blushed, almost wanting to comment on the Thor's word choice but ultimately deciding not to. "Well, um, her eyes light up a lot when she gets excited and it's really dorky in a cute kind of way I guess," he mumbled, scratching his head.

"Alright I got it," Sam said, typing the words in. He lifted his shoulders into a shrug. "Who knows, kid? There be some hope for you."

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sci-fi boi: btw how do you get ur eyes to sparkle so bright when u get happy about stuff? Just thinking about it lol its cute

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Peter blew out a shaky breath as he looked back over the set-up he'd made in the living room.

He'd cleared out space to build a super huge homemade blanket fort and inside it at the end was his tv. Towards the middle were all of pillows he could find inside the house and at the other end were snacks. All around the inside were fairy lights because he knew you liked them, though personally he found them cliche.

He spent about an hour on the whole set and an additional thirty minutes stressing over and making sure everything was safe (with all three fairy lights and tv cords). The last thing he needed was for the both of you to catch on fire while watching the movie.

The two of you were going to be watching Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (or as normal 'not-nerds' like to call it, "the first one"). Of course, he hadn't told the team that. If they'd known what movie he'd planned on showing her, high chances are they wouldn't have even let him out of Avengers tower. But if Peter was gonna be forced to hang out with someone (not that he was really complaining), he would at least pick the film.

Finally checking all the boxes in his head for the night, Peter went to go check the DVD before he heard your knock at the door.

"Coming!," he yelled, quickly chucking the disc into the DVD player. He ran to the door and opened it with an awkward smile. "Uh, hey [Y/N]."

"Hey," you said back, already sort of blushing. "How's it going?"

Peter stared. Are your eyebrows done or are they just naturally that nice? He found his voice after abruptly noticing that he was staring. "Uh-well. It's been going great! How's it going for y-you also as well?" He frowned. "I-i mean, what's been going on with your life lately? No, that's dumb. I meant-"

"Peter, Peter! Calm down, dude," you giggled. "I've been fine."

"Oh," he chuckled. "That's good... d-do you wanna come in?"

"Question. What're we watching, Peter?," you asked, a smile playing on your face. Considering what you remembered from the last time you were at his house, and the fort you could get a peek of from the doorframe, you figured it was special for the nerdy boy. Plus his shirt had Yoda on it.

Freakin' Star Wars.

Immediately, a wide grin spread across his face. "Remember what you promised me we'd watch?"

You rolled your eyes, stepping past him into his living room. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Time to get nerdy I guess."

"Come on, you'll love it,"Peter said, quickly closing the door behind them and then briskly running towards the fort to hold up the side blankets for you. "So, snacks and drinks are beside us. We'll chill on these blankets here. And...um, yeah. That's about it." After stepping outside for a bit to go turn off the lights(for the full "movie theater" experience), Peter laid down on his belly, reaching for the DVD player to press play.

You watched as he fumbled with the wires, making sure the DVD player was plugged in before turning it on. Has your jawline always been that sharp?

You couldn't quite place it, but his texts from before seemed.. weird. But not a bad weird at all. A good, intriguing weird.

And that compliment was pretty nice, but odd for Peter. Sure, he complimented you often, but it just felt different this time. Usually it'd be something like, "new dress?" or "nice shoes". But never "you're eyes sparkle when you get excited." Heck, you didn't even know that about you. Was he paying attention? Did that mean he-

You remember how he acted about Liz Allen and Michelle Jones. Always staring. Never able to even say a full sentence in front of them without stuttering up a storm.

But he was so comfortable about you for the most part. You were just a friend.

"Okay got it," Peter said, laughing excitedly as the screen in front of him lit up. He scooted back to where you were sat. "Prepare to have your mind blown."

The Fort quickly became dark as the Lucasfilm logo shined on the screen.

"I seriously dou-"

"Shhh!," he cut you off. "Wait for it..."

You gave him a look but joined him in his silence to see what he was waiting for.

BUMMMMM buh buh bummmm

Practically jumping on top of him, you flinched at the loud and sudden music. "Crap dude! Turn it down!"

Peter shook his head, reaching for a soda. "You have to get the full effect, [Y/N]!," he laughed. "Just embrace it." He began to sing with the music and mime crazy gestures as if he were directing an orchestra.

Duh duh duh DUH DUHHHHHHHH

Halfway through he stopped and recited the opening crawl, his eyes glued to the screen with a sort of focus that made you sure that not only was this not foreign to him, he probably did this every other week.

"It is a period of civil war," he mumbled, throwing some popcorn into his mouth. "Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic- [Y/N] you have to watch the words, I swear it'll make the whole experience better." It went on for a little while longer until he paused the movie and looked over at you, cowering a bit. "D-do I have something on my face?"

"Huh? Nah you're good," you said, realizing he'd noticed you staring. "It's just-" you remembered his text from earlier. "-you got really excited... It-um..it was cute."

Because of the darkness(the only lighting being from the tv), you couldn't see if Peter blushed or not, but you could clearly see the stupid grin plastered on his face that he was trying to hide from you with his hand. Repeatedly licking his lips as a desperate attempt to stop smiling as he pressed play on the remote control. "A-ah, um, thanks [Y/N]."

The opening crawl was over and soon the movie actually began, showing a huge spaceship.

"That's the imperial star destroyer," Peter whispered, never taking his eyes off the screen. "They belong to the empire." He saw your blank expression, wide eyes as he realized that meant nothing to you. "Uh, the bad guys."

You squinted your eyes at the screen, silently judging the graphics of the energy blasts- space bullets?- or whatever they were supposed to be. "Pete, when was this movie made?"

"1977."

"Oh okay," you said, deciding to give it some leeway for the trash designs.

You scooted a little closer to your friend, figuring you'd get a little bit more comfortable.

Oh how he wished you hadn't done that.

Nothing like actual, physical contact with a girl that you like and you think she might like you back to actually manage to distract you from one of your favorite movies ever.

He froze, not wanting to pull away and offend you, but definitely not wanting to stay because just being this close to you was making his mind run wild.

Does she actually like me back? What if Mr. Stark and the team only said that to get me to make a fool of myself? She's too comfortable with me. She just sees me as a friend. Or maybe she likes me and she's just really chill about it? Ooh my gosh and she's leaning on me right now. What am I 'sposed to do?? I don't know I don't know I don't know!!!!!!!!!

Deciding for a quick compromise, he got up completely to reach for another soda, though his sprite was still half finished. When he sat back down, he wasn't as close. Hopefully, you'd just see it as natural human behaviour and not him wanting to be away from you.

Course you would see it that way, wouldn't you?

"Oh my gosh I recognize someone! That's R2D2, right?!" You pointed wildly, glad to not be completely clueless for once with this nerd crap.

"Yeah that's R2," Peter responded, letting out a secret sigh of relief, thankful for the distraction.

"A-and that's that gold dude!"

"Yeah, C-3PO."

"And oh crap that's Princess Leia!," you shouted. "Fucking feminist icon!"

Peter tilted his head. "Wait, how would you know that if you've never watched this?"

You laughed. "I still have access to the internet, doofus! Scroll down the nerdy feminist side of tumblr and Leia is literally everywhere."

Peter chuckled as he finally finished his sprite. "Okay. Valid."

Since that, you stopped talking for a bit. Part of you actually did figure that since you're here, you might as well actually try to enjoy the movie and maybe find out what the fans actually see in it that makes them like it so much. The other part just really didn't want to annoy Peter while he was watching his favorite movie series.

But sometimes you just have to say something.

"Hold up, wait. Isn't that his sister? Oh my God, Pete I swear somebody told me before that Leia was Luke's twin!"

Peter shrugged while nodding. "Well, that's a bit of a spoiler, but yeah. What about it?"

"Oh my gosh, Pete- what about it?! Dude, he's literally making 'fuck me' eyes at his own sister! He's all like, 'ooh you're so sexy I'm gonna bone you all over the galaxy'. That's freaky!"

You grabbed the remote and began to rewind it.

"C'mon now [Y/N]," he explained. "He didn't call her sexy. He said she was beautiful. Sexy is wayyy different from beautiful. You can think your family members are beautiful can't you?"

You paused it once you got to where you wanted.

"Okay Parker, look at that. Look at that and tell me Lukes's not totally undressing her with his eyes!" You pointed at Peter's face with a goofy smile on yours. "Oh wow, I've finally figured you people out now."

Peter's head cocked to the side. "Figured out what?"

"Star Wars nerds are a bunch of horny kids that like that step-sibling porn stuff but can't watch that in front of their parents so they have to use an alternative!"

Peter fell on his back with laughter, practically rolling around like a pig. "[Y/N], what?!"

You gave him an incredulous look. "Who else likes to see two siblings bang each other, Peter?!"

At that he pointed back at you while picking up his other soda. "To be fair, they never do that with each other. They only kiss, like twice and that's it. And one of them is only to make Han Solo mad."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the Han Solo guy. Where is he anyway?"

Peter smiled. "Well, we're only twenty mintues in. He'll come soon."

To tell the truth, Peter really didn't even know what part you were at. His eyes were watching the screen but nothing was being comprehended. The only thing he could manage to think about was all the tiny things that were going on over on your side of the fort. Did you notice him staring? Was Tony right and you were just concerningly nice?

"I love how everybody at this bar is so chill south everything that's happening. It's like oh wow this guy just shot this green dude at table 8 and nope we totally don't care," you joked, pulling Peter out of his trance. He reminded himself that he should probably try to pay more attention. He didn't want to ruin the movie for you in case you had any questions.

But eventually, like all things do, the movie came to an end.

"So, how'd you like it?," Peter said while neither one of you made a move to leave the dark fort. You were laid out in practically a starfish-type position while he was sitting Indian-style.

You smirked. "I'll admit, it was pretty nice for a movie made in 1977. Still a bit lame though," you teased, pinching your fingers together with a giggle. Suddenly, you gasped. "Ooh, Vader was pretty lit though! Just straight force-choking people who disagree with you is such a power move."

Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly. "Typical..."

"Excuse me?"

He bit back a quick smile. "Look, I'm not saying that Darth Vader isn't awesome. Because he is! Totally and completely but [Y/N], you do realize that in literally every movie we watch you like the villains?," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Because the villains are awesome!," you defended.

"Just saying. I'm sensing a bit of a pattern...," he teased.

You scoffed. "This coming from the guy who actually feels bad about some the people crashing into things when we're watching Ridiculousness," you said, reminding in how Peter was forever the relentless sap. "Well, while you're so busy judging me, whose your favorite character?"

At that, he gave a small sincere smile. "Ben. He's really cool."

"Ben Kenobi? The old guy that literally let himself die? But why?"

He shrugged, the small grin still present on his face. "Eh, sentimental reasons..."

He watched you return his sweet smile and it was then and there when Peter really felt content with the night. Though, you hadn't even known the weight his words carried, he did. Ned was the only other person who knew about it. But Peter knew right then and there that if you had asked, he'd tell you. And he knew you'd understand. Maybe you were just nice. Or maybe you did like him back. But in that moment, Peter didn't care. He just wanted to be here with you. Lost in the warm smell of popcorn and your vanilla perfume, watching a Star Wars movie with Uncle Ben surely smiling down from Heaven. And it gave Peter hope that maybe, just maybe, this was a step in the right direction.

2 hours (and five minutes) down. 22 hours (and forty seven mintues) to go...

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helloalycia · 4 years

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second time’s the charm [one] // kara danvers

summary: you return to the DEO after suddenly leaving for a few months following your breakup with Kara, and turns out that working with your ex who you're kinda still in love with is a lot harder than you think

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s a supergirl imagine i wrote a while back but only just found the time to edit! there’s a part two so enjoy! 😊

also, if you didn’t already know, I published the first few chapters of my new alicia clark x oc book on Wattpad and I’d really appreciate it if you checked it out and left some comments. Thanks and I hope you’re all well x 💞

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I followed Alex out of the lift and into the open space that was the DEO. I looked around, trying to spot any differences compared to the last time I saw it three months ago, but everything pretty much looked the same. Well, except for one major difference...

"I still can't believe you're the new director," I said with disbelief, smiling at Alex.

Alex chuckled as she led me towards the control panel. "Well, you better believe it. I'm your boss now."

I laughed, shaking my head. "That's definitely going to take some getting used to."

As we approached the control panel, a handful of agents stopped by to welcome me back. It was lovely seeing everyone again, especially since I kind of left impulsively and without saying goodbye. I'd apparently missed quite a bit which everybody was happy to catch me up with at a later date. It was almost like I'd never left though, since everybody treated me the same.

"Brainy, I'd like you to meet Agent Y/L/N," Alex introduced when we reached the control panel in front of all the screens.

I recognised Brainy from a few months ago, back when Mon-El and Imra were here. I didn't know him very well, but I recalled him taking Winn's place as the latter joined Mon-El and Imra in the future.

"Ah, yes, Agent Y/N Y/L/N," Brainy spoke, standing up and putting out his hand. I shook it as he continued, "I believe we had the pleasure quite briefly many months ago. Alex told me of your return and I look forward to working with you. You were working at the desert facility, I believe?"

I smiled with amusement, finding Brainy's mannerisms quite different to what I remembered. Then again, he was from the future so what was I to expect?

"Yeah, I transferred for a while after some...," I swallowed awkwardly, "...personal issues. But I decided to come back here and continue my work."

Brainy smiled. "Well, if you shall require any help adjusting, I am happy to help, though I, myself, am also still in the adjustment period."

"It took him a while to stop getting on my nerves, but we're getting there," Alex inputted, and her expression suggested there was some backstory I would definitely follow up on later.

I nodded with amusing. "Well, thanks, Brainy. I may take you up on that."

Brainy gave a final nod before returning to his seat. Alex led me away before continuing to show me around. As we headed up to the balcony, I gave her a teasing smile.

"It's literally the same as I left it," I said knowingly. "Is this tour really necessary?"

Alex suppressed a smile. "I know, I know. I guess I just needed the excuse to talk to you about some things."

I breathed out, my smile fading as we stopped at the balcony. "Why do I have a strong feeling I know what these 'things' are?"

Alex looked to me with pitiful eyes. "Have you spoken to her yet?"

I pursed my lips, glancing out ahead as I tried to collect my thoughts. I knew Alex would bring this up – it was inevitable. She – her sister and my ex, Kara – was the reason I left in the first place. Despite anticipating our reunion, I struggled to follow through with a planned approach.

"I haven't seen her, let alone spoken to her," I admitted. "I know what I want to say, but it's whether or not I'll actually say it, y'know?"

Alex nodded and rested a hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it. I appreciated the Danvers sister and her support. I guess I always thought she'd hate me for leaving her sister, though technically Kara broke up with me, but she was fine with me and still treated me the same.

"I'm sorry I didn't speak much whilst I was away," I said, meeting Alex's eyes. "I didn't really want to face anything or anyone from here. I was hurting and... well, I...."

"It's okay," she cut me off, sensing my uncertainty. "You're back now and we can just pick up where we left off. I know you and my sister have your past, but we're still good, right?"

I cracked a smiled. "Right."

She nodded supportively and I instantly saw Alex in a slightly different light. All of the qualities she had were definitely leader material – I could see why J'onn chose her to be the new director.

"So, er, how is everyone here?" I asked, a little hesitant.

Alex stared out from the balcony, but she had a knowing expression on her face. "Everyone is good... they've got their act together. They're balancing everything well."

I pursed my lips, breathing out through my nose. So she was doing good. That was nice to hear. I guess after everything, that was all I wanted. As much as I acted like I hated Kara, I only wanted her to be happy. Even if that meant it didn't include me.

"C'mon," Alex said, pulling me from my thoughts. "I'll catch you up on what's new."

I nodded and accepted the distraction, following Alex back downstairs. Only, when we reached Brainy, I recognised the red-caped, blonde-headed individual stood by him.

"You okay?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow and holding back for a moment.

I recovered from my my momentary shock, swallowing hard before nodding. "Yeah, all good."

Alex seemed reluctant, but nodded and led me to Brainy and Supergirl. The latter turned around at Alex's greeting, her familiar blue eyes flickering over to me with surprise.

She looked the same with her blonde curls falling down her shoulders, just above her Supergirl emblem. Her posture was strong like the hero she was, her muscles defined in her suit and her skin flawless from any human blemish. Her eyes were widened, the same eyes that had taunted me in the first month of my abrupt leave. I hated that it was the first time I'd seen her since she broke up with me and all I could think was how beautiful she remained.

"So, Y/N is back," Alex said quite simply, her eyes looking between Kara and I studiously.

I took a deep breath before saying, "Hey, Kara."

She recovered from her surprise as she stumbled out a sentence. "Hey... you're back... you look well."

I nodded and avoided her eyes. "You, too."

It was silent for a moment and an awkward tension hung in the air. I didn't expect anything less though.

"I feel like I am now aware of what the personal reason for Y/N's departure was," Brainy suddenly said, blinking.

Kara and I stayed quiet, though I was sure my cheeks were heating up a little.

"Brainy, remember that thing we talked about the other day? Where you should think before you speak? Yeah, this applies," Alex rambled, before dragging Brainy away without another word.

More silence stretched out between Kara and I, and I suddenly forgot everything I'd practiced saying in this moment.

"I heard you transferred to the desert facility," Kara spoke up, her voice nervous.

I looked at her, noticing her bright eyes staring right at me. "Yeah. I decided to come back though. I– it was time I came back."

Kara nodded, her jaw locking as she kept quiet. I took this as my chance to speak more.

"Look, Kara, I'm back and I don't want this to be like this," I said truthfully. "I know we have a past, a recent one at that, but we both have jobs to do. I don't want what happened between us to affect our professional relationship."

Kara opened her mouth, as if to speak, but thought better of it.

"I just want to focus on doing the best I can here," I continued. "I'm sure it's the same with you. So, I think we can put aside our history for the sake of our work. I know that..." I released a shaky breath, unaware of how tense I felt. "... I know that's all I can handle right now."

Kara nodded, swallowing as she looked down. "I get it. That's... that's fine with me."

I nodded. "Good."

She looked up again, her expression softening. "In a professional way, it's good to have you back."

I chose not to respond, instead clenching my jaw as I walked away, my shoulders tensed until I was out of Kara's sight. I let myself relax finally, taking deep breaths as I tried to compose myself. I promised myself that I wouldn't let her affect me like this and yet here I was, feeling my heart pounding in my chest just from being within her proximity after so long.

–

I'd kept up to date with most issues concerning the DEO, specifically at this facility rather than the desert one, but there were a few things that popped up unexpectedly. For example, this Children of Liberty group.

We didn't know much about them other than the fact that they despised aliens and wanted them gone, even if that meant through violent means. It was J'onn who'd alerted us of their presence and Alex thought it would be best that we did some of our own scoping around to see what we could find out.

So, that's where I found myself right now, blending in with the public as I discreetly followed two 'children' of Liberty. J'onn had found a lead thankfully, so it was my job to see what I could find out. No interference except listening in with the microphone I was wearing. Nothing too difficult.

"Are they... buying hot dogs?" I heard Brainy ask through my earpiece. I was wearing a hat with a tiny webcam in it, so Alex and the others could see what I could back at the DEO.

"Bad guys gotta eat, too," I joked, continuing to pretend to read the newspaper as I occasionally glanced up at the two men who were indeed buying hot dogs from a vendor.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, Y/N," Alex said calmly. "They were talking about some meeting tonight. We just need to know where."

I nodded slightly, before continuing to read the paper whilst hearing the Children of Liberty's conversation through my other earpiece.

"...just pay the dude," one of them was saying to his friend. "I'll spot you next time."

His friend groaned before paying the man. "You better, man. We don't get paid enough for this."

"It's a hot dog, cheapskate."

I rolled my eyes and continued watching the two men as they continued their walk down the street. I set my paper down and trailed behind them, being sure to keep my distance.

"Wait... are they armed? Y/N, do you see a gun on their hip or is that something else?" Alex asked with concern.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to get a better look without raising suspicion. I couldn't see because of the man's jacket, and right when I planned to move forward, hoping to follow as they rounded in between two buildings, I was stopped by a stranger.

"Well, hello there, beautiful," this random sleazy-looking man greeted, his eyes looking me up and down. "Where you off to?"

"Y/N, we can't lose them," Alex reminded me in my earpiece.

I groaned internally before plastering a fake smile on my lips. I glanced behind the large man, seeing the two men round the corner, out of sight, before meeting this predator's eyes.

"Excuse me, sir, but I'm kind of in a rush," I said politely, stepping around him, but I felt his sweaty hand grab my arm.

On instinct, I yanked myself away from him and pushed him back, glaring with disgust. He didn't seem the least bit fazed as he smirked.

"So you've got a little kick to you," he noted, licking his lips, "I like. Look, I just wanted to get a drink with you. The bar down the street. What d'you say?"

"Agent Y/L/N, we're losing them," Brainy said, slightly panicked.

I didn't want to raise any suspicion, so I refrained from kicking this harasser's arse. Instead, I gritted my teeth, saying, "I'd rather not. Now if you'll excuse me."

I turned around and tried to speed-walk away, hoping to reach that damn alleyway, but I felt the man grab me again, his grip tighter as he spun me around and stepped forward, towering over me a little.

"Listen, bitch, I tried being polite, but you're not leaving me much choice here," he growled lowly, his eyes darkening with each word.

I tried to pull free, but he was stronger than he looked. I could have easily slipped from his grasp by dislocating his arm, and punching him in the face, or even giving him a good kick to the crotch, but that would definitely cause a scene.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Alex's voice came back. "Look, we've sent in Kara to help. She'll be there any–"

"No!" I shouted aloud, forgetting the concept of subtle.

"What?" the man asked, furrowing his brows. "What are you talking about?"

"Stella, there you are! I was looking everywhere for you!" Kara's voice sounded around us, and she approached me as herself rather than Supergirl. Her eyes flickered between the man and I as she asked, "Is everything okay here?"

The man's grip loosened and he eventually stepped away. "Sorry, miss. I must have had the wrong person."

He began to walk away, leaving Kara and I alone. I breathed out, before glaring at Kara.

"Why are you here? I had that covered," I said quietly but aggressively.

I began walking forward, following the last direction I saw the Children of Liberty head.

"You're welcome," Kara replied sarcastically, falling into step with me.

"I didn't ask for your help," I said with annoyance, before adding, "Thanks a lot, Alex."

"We couldn't risk losing them because of some harasser," Alex defended through the earpiece. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Alex is right," Kara said, trying to get me to look at her. "Plus, that guy could've hurt you."

"Yeah, I'm sure he would've made a dent on a fully-trained DEO agent," I snapped, rolling my eyes.

"That's not what I meant," Kara amended, making me stop abruptly.

I faced her, raising my eyebrows. "Then what did you mean, Kara? Because I didn't need you helping me back then. I can do my job." I looked around before whispering, "And Supergirl doesn't need to keep saving the day. Especially when nobody asked for it."

She pushed her glasses up the ridge of her nose as she pursed her lips, looking like she had more to say. It pissed me off because what the hell was she doing? This wasn't difficult. And I didn't need her. I learnt that the hard way. She'd made that clear.

I sighed and continued my walk, finally rounding that damn corner into the alleyway. I kept walking, taking it slow as I saw there was nobody there. I rounded another corner into an open space behind the building, almost walking into a small meet-up between a few of what I presumed were the Children of Liberty. Thankfully, I skidded to a halt and pressed my back to the wall before they could notice me.

I heard some sentences as the mic focused on picking up their conversation, but the sound of Kara speaking grabbed my attention.

"Y/N, look, I'm sorry for interrupting like that. I know you can– woah!"

For a superhero, Kara wasn't very subtle as she almost walked around the corner with her big mouth. Thankfully, I placed my hand over her mouth to silence her and pulled her back to me, holding her close to me and out of sight from our target.

I moved my hand from her mouth as quietly as I could, pressing my forefinger to my lips, motioning for her to stay quiet.

"Wait, did you guys hear something?" one of them said, and I practically held my breath to stay quiet.

The men went quiet as they waited for something, probably a sound to give away our position. After a moment, they gave up and began speaking again.

"Forget that, just listen up," a new voice continued to speak. "We're gonna meet tonight. Gather everyone that you know. It's the start of something new..."

As he went on and on about this impact they would have, I breathed out a small sigh of relief. I titled my head back to Kara, realising how close we actually were. My hand was still wrapped around her waist, holding her close from before. I could make out the golden flecks in her blue irises as she stared right through me, an absence of expression on her face.

I grew warm with embarrassment and also felt my heart clench up at the feeling of her so close to me. I loosened my grip on her waist, using my other hand to gently rest on her chest to push her back a step. She seemed distracted, but came back to reality when I pushed her.

"The community centre, we got it!" Brainy's voice interrupted whatever was happening, and I realised I'd completely ignored the conversation around the corner. It was a good job Brainy and Alex had been listening.

"You guys can head back now," Alex said through the earpiece. "Just be careful."

I hesitated, trying to pull my gaze away from Kara, before doing so and nodding. "Thanks, Alex."

I breathed out slowly, avoiding Kara's eyes, and carefully looked around the wall, seeing the men slowly walking the other way. I motioned for Kara to follow me as we headed out of the alleyway, back onto the main street.

I took off my hat and ran my hands through my hair, glad that was over.

"Do you, er, need a lift back to the DEO?" Kara asked nervously.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head. "I'm still scared of–"

"Scared of heights, right, yeah, sorry," she mumbled. "I'll see you back there then..."

I nodded and she awkwardly walked away, probably to find a quiet place to fly off from. I removed my earpieces and pocketed them before breathing out heavily, not realising how wound up I felt.

What just happened?

–

"Stop it!" I laughed, attempting to push Kara away, but clearly she was the stronger of us

both as she continued to kiss me all over my face and neck.

"You're just too beautiful," she said knowingly, flashing me her amazing smile. "If we don't get out of here, I don't think I can control what'll happen next."

With a little more force, I managed to push her back by her chest, grinning. "You better control yourself, Danvers. We're in a public place."

Kara chuckled melodiously, grabbing my hand and dragging me away from the front of the restaurant we'd just dined at and into the alleyway beside it. When I realised why she'd taken us here, I let go of her hand and gave her the best stern look I could at that moment.

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taboojohnny · 4 years

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smash into you | nct ot21 mafia au | chapter three

(!): quite a bit of violence

(♫): spit it out (solar), savage (beyoncé, meghan the stallion)

Locating Sicheng was easier said than done. While the others made themselves busy practicing how to fight or how to fire weapons, Chaeyoung grabbed her suitcase and went to find the room where they kept all the technical stuff. She noticed two boys sitting in front of computers, and even though the door was opened, she still knocked.

"Hey. I wanted to ask if I should set up my stuff here? So I can do my thing, y'know?"

They looked at her, and one of the boys got up.

"I'll get you a chair. Just take all the space you need, okay?"

The other one got up too, smiling at her.

"Thanks for helping us. My name is Haechan. The other guy is called Taeil."

She nodded, and began unpacking her suitcase. Haechan was pretty surprised as to what he was seeing, which she noticed.

"Don't look at me like that.. We're all nerds in here.", she said, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Oh- No, yeah, totally. Just.. I didn't know you had that much stuff, you gotta be like crazy good."

"I mean.. I guess? That's why Jiwon picked me, she only wants the best."

"Makes sense. We don't really have anything yet for Sichengs location, but maybe you have some good input for that."

She turned on her Laptop and thought for a few seconds, picking at her nails.

"If we know the people he's with then why don't we look for them instead of him? He probably knows your skills better than you all think, so he'd be the one laying low."

Haechan sat back down at his desk, typing on his keyboard.

"You're right. I'm gonna look into some places Ten liked to go before he disappeared two years ago. That should give us some clues."

Jiwon looked into the room, and she was happy with what she saw. She had been a little worried about Chaeyoung, considering she was the last one to join them. Sometimes she was a little shy, and she didn't like to be straight forward. But it seemed like it was all working out.

She went back to where she was before, watching Jeno trying to fight Izumi. It was all in good fun though, they just needed to work out and help each other get better at what they were already great at.

"You're not even trying hard, c'mon. It won't help you if you practice with half your strength.", Izumi told Jeno.

His face was red, and he was panting. He couldn't understand why fighting Izumi was so hard. When he practiced with the other guys he was usually one of the best. He couldn't win against Jaehyun, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Nobody could win against Jaehyun, especially when he was in a blind rage.

"I am using all my strength, it's just not working.", he replied and sat down on a chair, letting out a frustrated huff. Izumi sat next to him, handing him a water bottle.

"You're not. I think that if I was a guy, you'd beat me in seconds. But because I'm a woman you're holding yourself back." Her tone was much more gentle now, whereas before it was almost like she was mocking him.

"I'm really trying, I swear!"

"I believe you. Let's just take a little break and when you're ready we're gonna give it another try?"

Jeno nodded, drinking his water and trying to slow his breathing.

They watched Mark wrestle Jaehyun to the ground, but just when it looked like he was about to win, Jaehyun flipped them over and punched Mark right in the face.

Taeyong got up quickly, rushing to pull Jaehyun off of Mark, but he wouldn't stop punching him.

"That's enough! Stop it, we got it. You already won, stop punching him!"

Yuta helped Taeyong drag him away, and Mark sat up, feeling a little woozy.

"Nami, would you help him?", Jiwon asked.

Nami sighed, but nodded and she sat down next to Mark.

"You're dizzy?", she asked, and he nodded.

"Alright, then lie back down okay?"

Taeyong rushed to the bathroom to grab a wet towel for Mark.

They couldn't take any chances. Everybody had to be at their best, and they couldn't risk already being hurt.

Jiwon went to see Jaehyun, who was pinned against the wall by Yuta.

"What was that?", she asked. Jaehyun didn't even look at her.

"Nothing. Just forget about it, I'm fine.", he replied.

She grabbed him by the jaw harshly, and made him look at her.

"You know exactly we're all trying to get your friend back. Taeyong told me you were close with him, so I get that this isn't easy. But you have to keep it together, you hear me? And if you can't keep it together then don't let it out on the people trying to help you."

He felt guilty. He really did. But the guilt was overpowered by the anger and sadness he felt not having Sicheng here.

Yuta and Jiwon left him alone. He sat down on his bed, his head in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. It was all too much. If Sicheng wanted to leave, what was the point in trying to find him and get him back?

Jaehyun grew more and more frustrated with himself, until he screamed and punched a hole in the wall.

Taeyong was worried. When he got up, Jiwon grabbed his wrist.

"You don't wanna talk to the guy punching holes into walls. Trust me."

The mood was a little strange. Everybody felt the tension, and Izumi wanted to speak, but she was cut off by Chaeyoung running into the room.

"We got him. We found Ten, and I have an idea on how we can get him!"

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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (Chapter 4)

fic summary: Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

chapter summary: With their parent's out for the night, Phil has to watch his brothers, after learning about what the real situation with Tubbo getting hurt was, he starts to question how responsible his brothers really are

chapter word count: 2236

AO3

“We’re going to be out for the night, Phil’s in charge. Our numbers are on the fridge if anything happens okay?” Their Mom had given them each a hug and a kiss on the forehead as she and their father got ready to leave.

“Don’t stay up too late. Make sure Tommy’s in bed by seven, Wil and Techno you can stay up till 11. Phil, I trust you to not need me to give you a bedtime. Everyone be good for Phil, bye bye now”

And like that, they were alone; 3 teenagers and a toddler left unsupervised.

Phil was used to looking after his little brothers though, he loved it, he thought they were sweet, even when they were being bratty or whatever it was that they called tantrums nowadays. Perhaps he had grown up a little fast, he himself was only 16 but he felt much older, protecting the younger ones had always been something important to him.

“We should probably just order something to eat, I doubt you lot want to wait for me to cook anything anyway right?” Sniggering, he took Tommy by the hand and led him back to the living room, just wanting to keep him busy since it was a little late to let him go out to play.

“Pizza sounds good” Techno hummed as he followed in, Wilbur by his side. The twins sat on opposite ends of the sofa, resting their legs on the middle seat, at least, until Tommy decided he wanted to be like his big brothers and climbed up into the middle seat too.

“Phil! I want pizza too!” Tommy grinned, trying to mimic the way Techno was sitting. To Phil, it was an adorable sight but it did annoy Wilbur and Techno, just the slightest, since he wouldn’t sit still. Eventually, Techno just decided to put an arm around him and give him the attention he very clearly wanted, the boy finally sitting still once he had the comfort of his big brother.

“Alright! It’s settled then! Be quiet while I phone up the place”

Flicking through the channels, the three youngest very quickly discovered that absolutely nothing good was on TV. Since it was in the evening, most of the kids channels had started playing the less popular shows that seemed to freak Tommy out a bit, so that was a bust, and all the more adult channels were either playing news or some random show that none of them wanted to watch. It took about 10 minutes of aimlessly channel surfing, and Phil returning to the room, before Wil decided that they should just put a movie on.

And so the same situation happened with Netflix, Wilbur scrolling through all the movies until Phil decided enough was enough and chose for them.

It was Spirited Away, perfect since it was both suitable for Tommy and interesting enough that Wilbur and Techno would enjoy it too.

It wasn’t until about halfway through the film that the doorbell was rung, a little tune playing throughout the house as Phil stood up to go get it, a little unspoken agreement that since Tommy was still a little young to be talking to strangers, and Wil and Techno still didn’t really like being in different rooms, it would always be him to grab it when their parents were out. He didn’t really mind anyway though.

After paying for the pizza and closing the door, Phil went into the living room and paused the movie.

“We were watching that big man” Tommy grumbled, lifting his head a little from where it had been rested in Techno’s side, only for his face to light up when he saw that Phil had the pizza. Food wasn’t allowed in the living room, that was one of the house rules and while Phil didn’t mind bending them a little while they were out of the house, if they made a mess while Phil was in charge, he’d be the one in trouble.

It was understandable though, a seven year old and two thirteen year old’s weren’t exactly a recipe for a clean house.

As Tommy ran past him to get to the kitchen, Phil nodded to the two boys who still sat on the couch.

“Up, you two, If i let you eat in here then Tommy will too. Do you really wanna deal with Mum and Dad going on about Tomato sauce on their sofa?”

“...No” And so Techno got up and wherever Techno went, Wil was sure to follow.

After sharing out the Pizza and making sure they all had some water, Phil sat down at the table, smiling at his brothers. From the looks of Tommy he was absolutely right to now let them eat in the living room. How does the pizza sauce even end up on your forehead?

He’d have to make sure he washed his face properly after dinner.

“What did you guys do at school today then?” It was a dull question but he was genuinely interested in how things were going, kids could be ruthless, especially for people like Wil and Techno. As their older brother, he wanted to make sure nobody was picking on them.

“It was alright, Nothing big happened I guess” Shrugging, Wil shoved some pizza into his mouth, after a glance at Techno, who just shrugged as well, Phil concluded that the kids were probably nice and the day had just been a bit mundane.

“Tommy then, how was your da-”

“So good!” The boy yelled as if he had been waiting for his turn to talk, he was getting a lot better at not talking over people which Phil liked.

“Tubbo has a scar on his knee from when we went to L’manburg together and he looks super tough! We didn’t say where he got it from though! See! We’re super duper good at keeping secrets!”

“Tubbo has a scar? I thought it was just a graze”

Sighing, he turned his attention back to Wilbur. He knew he was barely a teenager, he had only tuned 13 a few months ago but still, he expected a little better from his brothers if they were going to take Tommy and his friends out. Even if they wanted their alone time, they still should have had a little more responsibility.

Phil couldn't remember much from when he was 13, he supposed his little brothers didn’t have the same protective instincts as he did since he had always looked out for them all, maybe he did baby them a bit but he cared about them so much. He thought he was teaching them how they could care for people too.

“I’m a little disappointed in you two, I’m not going to lie”

Choking back a laugh, Techno slapped his hand on the table.

“How is it our fault that Tommy and his friend got themselves into trouble? Tommy never gets hurt so we trusted him!”

“Techno stop yelling” His voice was calm and collected. He wanted to get mad, he wanted to yell but he knew that wouldn’t accomplish anything, that would just make the situation worse.

“Tommy never gets hurt because I don’t let him climb high enough that he does get hurt. Now I know you two like your privacy and I respect that, but you can’t seriously expect me to let it slide that you took two seven year olds out with you and one of them came back with a scar?”

“He wasn’t even badly hurt! Techno cleaned it out and everything”

“Wilbur, he's seven. I don’t think I’m asking a big thing if I’m asking you to supervise at least a little while taking your little brother and his friend out.”

“Why should Techno and I be responsible if Tubbo fell over?! Kids fall over all the time”

“That's not the po-”

“Yes it is! It’s not fair! Tommy is perfectly fine there on his own. How were we supposed to know that Tubbo wouldn’t be?”

“Because he’s a kid Wilbur! He’s a kid and most families don’t let their children run off in abandoned amusement parks for fun, okay?”

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. He never should have yelled, he never should have lost his temper. And now, as Wil looked at him with wide eyes, he was paying the price.

“Fuck this.”

As the room filled with thick, thick tension, Wilbur looked around the table before slamming his hands down, storming out of the kitchen and up to his and Techno’s bedroom.

“..Tech’ I don’t suppose you’ve got a different opinion? Something maybe a little less angry?”

To Phil’s surprise, Techno’s mouth stayed shut. He was just sitting there, staring wide eyed at Wilbur’s empty seat.

That’s when it hit him, Wilbur had left Techno. The oldest sighed, trying his hardest to come up with a plan where everybody could be happy.

“Okay..Okay, Tommy do you wanna finish watching the movie while to talk to these two”

Tommy didn’t answer either, that was less concerning though since he knew Tommy was fine with talking normally. After getting the youngest set up in the living room, making sure he was snuggled under the blanket with his favourite stuffed toy, he went back to Techno and motioned for him to get up.

“I know it’s scary, we’re going to talk to Wilbur”

Wordlessly, Techno got up and went to Phil.

God, he forgot just how young they were sometimes, they were usually so mature. To not even be speaking to him and Tommy right now, Techno must be extremely scared. Fuck. Why did he have to lose his temper like that? He couldn’t even be mad at Wil for running off, he was just a kid who didn’t like being yelled at.

But so was Phil.

“I wish there was more I could do to help you y'know? I really love all of you and I wish I could make things like this easier for you”

Techno didn’t say a word, instead he just held onto Phil’s hand. Knowing it was usually Wilbur who he went to for this kind of comfort, Phil smiled a little, it reminded him that Techno hadn’t suddenly decided he didn’t love them, he just needed his brother with him to show it verbally. That was fine as far as Phil was concerned. He was working through the speaking issues with his speech therapist so as long as he made progress there, he’d never try to push him here. He wanted home to be somewhere he could relax. Hopefully that was the right decision.

“Wil? It’s me and Techno”

Phil sighed as he knocked on the door. He felt horrible for talking to Wil the way he had.

“Look, I know I upset you. You’re just a kid and I can’t expect you and Techno to be able to be completely responsible for everything Tommy and Tubbo do. I’m well aware that they can be little devils.”

He heard shuffling from the other side of the door, whether that was a good sign or not wasn’t clear to him right now.

“I really love all of you and the idea that Tommy could have been in danger while I wasn’t there really scared me. I shouldn’t have taken that out on you two”

More shuffling, then the sound of the door unlocking. Finally, it opened to reveal Wilbur, with puffy red eyes, the sound of some sad indie band playing out of his laptop speakers. Upon seeing his twin, Techno let go of Phil and wormed his way past Wilbur so he could be next to him instead. It felt safe.

“I’m sorry too.. You were right, we should have been looking after them better. I guess I didn’t want to hear it. And I’m sorry to you too Tech’, it was selfish of me to run off without thinking about how it would affect you”

“Nah it’s fine” Techno spoke and Phil felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest, although he knew it was stupid, he had to admit he had been worried that Techno wouldn't ever speak in front of them again. He was extremely glad that that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah but Phil we were being kinda shitty.. Wil kinda already said everything I was thinking though so I can’t say anything without sounding like I’m copying”

Phil chuckled, at last the heavy atmosphere was gone. He had his happy little family back.

After pulling the duo into a hug for a few seconds, he checked his watch.

“Tommy’s downstairs all alone watching spirited away if you two are up for coming back down and finishing it with him? There’s still an hour before I’m putting him to bed”

---

The four all ended up snuggled together on the same sofa. Wilbur in the middle, Techno on his left, Phil on his right and Tommy somehow spread out across all of their laps, until the movie started to freak him out, that is, because then he had moved over to get some Phil snuggles.

“I love you guys. Don’t argue any more” The youngest had mumbled out, and with how much they spoiled the kid, if he asked for it, his older brother’s almost always gave him it. This definitely seemed like something they could give him.

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lousimusician · 5 years

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Drunk Part 2

Pairing: Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: You realize that going out and partying may be more fun than you originally thought, but Tom seems to disagree

Warnings: Language and sexual themes

A/N: This part is more of a setup to part 3, so it isn't as eventful as the first part

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Growing up with Tom and Harrison was hard. You lived in their shadows. They were the popular one's while you were always cast to the side. They were outgoing and promiscuous while you stayed introverted and innocent.

But you were okay with it, you told yourself. You were the smart one, you kept the two idiots level headed.

And day after day as you grew up you kept telling yourself you didn't need to be popular, you didn't need to have attention, you didn't need to be desired by boys.

Because you were the smart one.

You completely believed that until this very moment. Where you sat in front of your mirror, hunched over your phone scrolling through every post you were tagged in from last night.

You had woken up snuggled into Tom when everything last night came back.

You remembered going to the party. "Helping" Tom. Drinking with Jonathan.... kissing Jonathan. Dancing all night. Grinding against guys... Kissing even more guys (and that one girl). Losing your dress. Body shots. Tom finding you. And finally breaking down because that guy insulted you and you thought you had dissapointed Tom.

You had crawled out from under Tom's arm to look at yourself in the mirror, and the sight was shocking. Your hair was a mess, you had smudged mascara under your eyes, your lips were raw and you had hickeys, bruises, and scratches all over.

It truly was a sight to behold, you could only imagine what everyone from your highschool would have to say, seeing what had become of the most innocent girl once she reached college.

Your attention had been pulled when you heard your phone vibrate. You reached for your phone to quickly check the notification, when the number of them shocked you.

You had 30 notifications from instagram just from last night to this morning. You sat down across from your mirror and with shaky hands, had unlocked your phone.

You were tagged in photos and videos, every single one of them with you being the center of attention. There were videos of you dancing, people taking body shots off you, you taking body shots off others, playing drinking games (Where you figured out that that was how you lost your dress, after losing a particular game.) Photos of you drinking and kissing guys.

But the captions were what really got you.

Every single one of them praised you.

Captions that read.

"One of the lamest parties until @yourinstagram showed up."

"Never knew @yourinstagram had it in her."

"Literally the life of the party. @yourinstagram"

And one of your personal favorites. (Though you'd never admit it.)

"One of the sexiest girls at last nights party. @yourinstagram."

And the comments were just as good. People saying that they wish they had come just to see you and others wanting to meet you.

Going to last nights party and doing what you had done went against everything you convinced yourself that you weren't and that it was something you didn't need.... but now you weren't to sure.

Last night was fun. It was exciting. And yes maybe you could've toned down the alcohol intake, but you had never had that much fun before.

You were starting to understand why Tom and Harrison went out so often now.

Speaking of Tom, you got up and headed towards your bed, laying on top of him to wake him up.

"Toooooooom."

He grunted underneath you.

"Tommyyy you're never gonna believe this. It's about last night's party."

Tom was wide awake with that, as he sat up. "Shit, I forgot about the party. Are you okay?" He asked as you rolled off him, sitting next to him now.

You looked at him with wide eyes, grinning ear to ear looking excited. The sight making his stomach do backflips. "I'm more than okay- well actually I'm kinda sore and my head hurts, but other than that I feel great. You need to read these!" You yelled, shoving your phone in his face.

Tom took the phone from your hand and started scrolling through your notifications. His eyebrows furrowed and the more he scrolled a frown etched its way upon his face.

You pouted. "Why do you look upset? Isn't this a good thing?"

Tom glanced at you, then looked down at the phone. "I'm- I'm just a little confused. Last night you were crying and apologizing for what you did last night, and now you're... happy?"

"Well I mean, what I did last night... it was different." You said sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. "I was actually having a lot of fun but then you punched that guy and he called me a slut and I dunno.. I was drunk and I thought I dissapointed you so I started crying."

Tom looked at you skeptically. "And how do you feel now?"

"I feel good. Last night was the craziest thing I've ever done, and it felt good not having to worry about anything. And now that I'm sober I know I didn't disappoint you, like you do crazier things than what I did last night."

Tom looked at you in bewilderment. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my best friend? You're one of the least sexual people I know, how can you be so excited over this?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Should I be offended?"

"No, it's just." He paused. "You are (Y/N) (L/N). My best friend since diapers. You are a sweet and innocent girl who's in love with acting and film just as much as I am. You've never even had a boyfriend before let alone sex. And now after last night you aren't phased in the slightest over what happened?"

You sighed. "Fine I will admit that what happened was crazy and very unlike me, but honestly all those things that I was so scared to try isn't that big of a deal. I mean like look at you and Haz. The two of you have been sleeping around since you guys hit puberty and plus... it's kinda nice to have the attention on me for once."

Tom bit his lip as he gazed at you quietly. "...What do you mean?"

"Oh c'mon Tom!" You exclaimed, standing up from your bed. "Ever since highschool started you and Haz became popular with everybody and I was just your weird little friend that girls used to get a date with one of you two. And then college started and I thought maybe I'd have a fresh start and the stupid hierarchy of popular kids would go away but then high school ended up repeating itself. I'd stay in my dorm room while the two of you were invited to every single party but now." You took the phone, and showed him three new dm's. "Look! I was invited to three different parties! People love me now!"

"Well of course they love you, you stuck your tongue down most of their throats."

You rolled your eyes. "Give me a break, you do worse. I'm just tired of you and Haz having all the fun, while I just watch my life pass by."

Tom was getting increasingly more annoyed the more you spoke about this. "So your solution is to start getting trashed at parties and what, fucking every guy you see? Be realistic here (Y/N), this isn't you."

You groaned in frustration. "You just don't get it Tom."

"What exactly don't I get then?"

"You've never been put down, no one has ever not wanted you. I actually have people wanting to be my friend now! I have guys that find me attractive!"

Tom stood up now. "Jesus Christ (Y/N), you want to feel attractive fine. You are one of the prettiest girls I have ever met. Now will you stop it with this stupid idea?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Don't patronize me. I had fun last night and if I want to do it again, I have the right to. I thought you'd be the least judgmental about something like this. Cause guess what babe, I'm not the only one with hickeys on my neck right now."

Tom shook his head. "Fine. If you so desperately want to feel wanted by these insignificant people then I can't stop you. But don't come crying to me when this bites you in the ass." He said, before heading towards the door and sliding his shoes on.

"Where are you going?"

He opened the door now standing in the doorway. "Back to my dorm. I was gonna stay after everything that happened last night but you seem completely fine now, so you clearly don't need my help." He spat out. "I'll talk to you later. Hopefully you will have come to your senses by then." He grumbled before slamming the door behind him.

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Tom walked across campus, heading for his dorm. He was frustrated. He couldn't understand what had gotten into you, since when did you need to feel approval from everyone else.

You were always the innocent and shy one who never needed anyone else to validate you.

But what was worse was that Tom couldn't understand why he reacted that way.

Sure your innocent but Tom was far from it. Why should it matter to him that you started doing the same things he did in his free time. Why did the thought of you all over another guy make him so fucking mad.

He shook his head trying to rid himself of his thoughts as he roughly swung the door to his dorm open then slam it shut behind him.

Across the room Tom saw two head's pop out from the covers on Harrison's bed, which were Harrison himself and some girl he was with.

Tom nodded to them. "Haz, Alexis-"

"It's Amber." The girl said impatiently.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He said, laying on his own bed.

Harrison studied him for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Tom grumbled.

"No you're not. What happened?" Harrison asked, sitting up in his bed now.

"Nothing happened Haz, drop it."

Harrison rolled his eyes. "If it's about (Y/N) I deserve to know. She's my best friend too y'know?"

"How did y-"

"A friend told me you went to stay with her for the night. Now what the fuck happened."

Tom was silent for a few moments, debating on whether or not he should tell him. "...Fine. But kick Alexis out."

"Amber." The girl insisted.

"Whatever." Came his reply.

"You heard him Amber." Harrison said. "Get out."

Amber huffed. "Fine. Call me later." She said before gathering her things and leaving the two friends alone.

"Okay spill."

Tom clicked his tongue and sighed. "Do you know what happened last night?"

"Yeah, I saw on Instagram. Shit's pretty crazy, if I knew she was gonna come by I wouldn't have ran off with Amber. Why weren't you watching her, I thought after that incident in high school you would've never let her drink again."

"I didn't know she stayed. I ran off with some girl." He said pulling the pillow out from under his head and covering his face with it.

"Well is (Y/N) okay?"

"Yeah. More than okay actually." Came his muffled reply.

Harrison furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean, 'more than okay'."

"I mean, she actually had fun last night which means she's gonna want to go to more parties."

"Really? Huh, I wouldn't've expected that from her. But if she had fun why are you so pissed."

Tom groaned. "Because it's (Y/N)!" He exclaimed suddenly sitting up in bed, throwing the pillow off his face. "Could you imagine her sleeping around with guys like us! It's completely mental!"

Harrison paused, narrowing his eyes at Tom as he studied him. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because it's (Y/N)!"

"Stop saying that, that's not an answer. If she had fun last night she should be able to go to more parties. The girl's still a virgin let her have some fun for once."

"Why does she need to have that kind of fun?"

"Did you expect her to never have sex Tom?" Harrison scoffed.

"I-I don't know! But I know these guys aren't good enough for her!"

Harrison paused as something began to click. "Hold on a second Tom, do you- do you like her?" He asked.

Tom looked at him in shock. "Of course not! It's (Y/N) for chrissake! I just care about her a lot."

Harrison's eyes suddenly widened in realization. "Holy shit! You do like her! That would explain why you've always been so protective of her all these years."

"What- I have not-"

"Oh come on Tom! I've seen the glares you've sent to guys that have so much as looked at her- and you've always been rather touchy with her."

Tom immediately felt his face begin to burn up. "No I'm not"

"Quit fucking denying it, yes you are. You always have your arm around her and you always have your hands on her in some way- and you're always looking at her."

"I-" he paused. "B-but I can't." He weakly said as the truth started to dawn on him.

It would explain everything. Why he was so angry seeing everyone all over you last night, that possessive feeling he had, and why he didn't want you going to any more of those parties even though you enjoyed it... And technically it would explain why he found you so goddamn attractive.

"Fuckin' hell, I do like her!"

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lesbian-deadpool · 5 years

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Y/N has created a chat.

Y/N: Well, this is a whole bunch of bullshit.

Y/N has renamed the chat: Avengers "Anonymous"

Y/N has added, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Rocket, Bruce, Clint.

Steve: Y/N, what is this?

Y/N: Counselling.

Steve: Why would we need counselling?

Y/N: Why would we need counselling, he asks.

Y/N: Have you looked in a mirror lately? You think those sideburns are a wise choice?

Natasha: She has a point there, Steve.

Clint: Yeah Steve, the '50s are over.

Natasha: Thankfully.

Y/N: You can hardly talk, Clint. What's with the hair?

Clint: What is wrong with my hair?!

Y/N: It looks like a whole other entity.

Clint: What's wrong with that?

Y/N: It looks like you glued road kill on your head.

Y/N: Rocket stay away from him.

Rocket: Huh?

Y/N: I'm only trying to protect you.

Clint: I'm not gonna kill the raccoon!

Rocket: Who the hell are you calling a raccoon?!

Clint: You?

Clint: Because that's what you are.

Rocket: I am not a raccoon!

Thor: No, he is a rabbit!

Steve: Thor, he is literally not a rabbit.

Y/N: Nor is he fully a raccoon, so let's just drop this before his furry head explodes.

Thor: Yes. Back to Barton's stupid hair!

Clint: You can talk, Thor! What happened to yours?

Thor: Please don't make me remember that scary man.

Clint: I'm just saying, I'm not the only one who's changed their hair.

Clint: None of you guys are talking about Natasha's hair.

Y/N: That's because hers looks normal. And just a warning, she could kill you with that plat. So watch what you say.

Clint: What is this? Pick on Clint day?

Y/N: No. This is Avengers Anonymous. Like Alcoholics Anonymous, only more depressing.

Y/N: However we really should make a pick on Clint day.

Clint: Wow, I feel the love in this chat.

Bruce: We do love you, Clint. But we love picking on you more.

Clint: I see that.

Thor: It's our favourite pass time. Next to giving Steve cubes of ice.

Steve: And you wonder why I'm messed up.

Y/N: Because you were extremely ill as a child.

Natasha: Then your mother died.

Thor: Then you copied me by getting RIPPED

Bruce: Then you lost Bucky.

Clint: Then you got frozen.

Y/N: Woke up in the future, and fought aliens.

Clint: Then found out Bucky was alive and brainwashed by the enemy.

Y/N: Peggy died.

Thor: Then fought your friends. WITHOUT SOME OF US

Natasha: Lost Tony, went on the run with Sam, and I, and had to leave bucky behind.

Bruce: Fought aliens, again.

Y/N: Then lost half of the universe.

Y/N: And that's all without adding the PTSD, the war, etc., etc.

Steve: Yes, thank you!

Rocket: Wow man, you're really messed up.

Steve: I know...

Y/N: We're all like this, trust me.

Rocket: Damn.

Rocket: Anyway, I won't be needing your Assholes Alliance, or whatever the hell its called.

Y/N: Really?

Y/N: Reeeeeally?

Rocket: Yeah, I don't need it. I'm perfectly fine.

Y/N: Really? Cause I'm pretty sure you SOMEHOW grew a beard. Over fur! Like how does that even happen?!

Scott has joined the chat.

Scott: Furry.

Bruce: You can talk.

Scott: ...

Scott has left the chat.

Y/N: You're covered in food that you've dropped on yourself. From the WEEK. You've been crying almost non-stop. I watched you spray squirty cheese into your mouth the other day, the whipped cream right after. You've been watching family movies and reality TV for weeks now.

Rocket: I did not come out for this.

Y/N: You're not even out. You've been in the living room for three days.

Rocket has renamed the chat: Assholes Alliance

Thor: You are so petty rabbit.

Rocket: But it's right tho.

Y/N: Jesus Christ. This is where we can talk to each other, to get our feelings out.

Y/N: So... who wants to go first?

Steve: ...

Natasha: ...

Bruce: ...

Rocket: ...

Thor: ...

Clint: ...

Y/N: Really, none of you?

Steve: You made this chat, Y/N. Why don't you go first?

Y/N: Right. I made this chat. I've already done something. Now its time for one of you to step up and have a turn.

Clint: ...

Bruce: ...

Rocket: ...

Natasha: ...

Thor: ...

Steve: ...

Y/N: Seriously?

Y/N: Okay, fine. I'll have to nominate someone.

Y/N: Thor?

Thor: Hmm?

Y/N: It's your go, now speak.

Thor: What if I don't want to?

Y/N: You'll make me very sad.

Thor: You can't emotionally blackmail me, Y/N.

Y/N: ... :(

Thor: Okay! Okay!

Y/N: Thank you :)

Thor: So, where should I start?

Y/N: Well, with what's hurting you the most, I guess.

Thor: Okay. So, I lost my brother, Loki.

Bruce: Yes, such a shame.

Natasha: We're sad about this why now?

Thor: He changed, tell her Banner.

Natasha: Bruce?

Bruce: He was starting too, I guess.

Steve: I don't buy it.

Clint: How many times did this guy die?

Rocket: He told me at least three times.

Thor: Oh no, many more than that! It was one of his favourite games to play as a child.

Natasha: To die?

Thor: No. To pretend to die.

Y/N: So he might not be dead?

Thor: No, he's definitely dead. I watched Thanos snap his neck.

Rocket: Did you hear it?

Thor: Yes. It haunts me. I hear it when I sleep. Along with the screams of my people.

Rocket: Metal.

Bruce: Where did you learn to speak like this?

Rocket: Groot.

Clint: Who?

Thor: Tree.

Clint: What?!

Natasha: He was a walking tree.

Clint: A walking tree? Like the one out of The Wizard Of Oz?

Natasha: Yes, but nice.

Clint: Oh.

Clint: No. Wait, wtf?

Y/N: Okay, Thor, ya wanna carry on? Cause Rocket is crying over his tree son again. Clint is losing his mind. And I an extremely regretting my decision of making this chat.

Natasha: We can just end it here.

Y/N: Ha, nah. Too late, we're already too deep into this shit to end it now.

Natasha: No we're not.

Y/N: You're not getting out of this, Natasha.

Natasha: Shit.

Y/N: Thor. Carry on.

Thor: I've lost my mother, my father, my sister I never knew existed, Heimdall, my people, my home planet, the other Revengers, my friends broke up, and I ost some of them too, my hammer got destroyed, I didn't go for Thanos' head, Jane and I broke up, I don't even know if she's still alive I don't know where Thanos is, I lost my new friend tree, I don't know if my other space friends are okay. All of this, and I made the mistake of getting Rabbit addicted to coffee, so now there's less for me.

Rocket: I like the speed speed drink.

Y/N: Holy fuck.

Natasha: Thor. How are you still... y'know, walking?

Steve: If I were you, I would be curled up in a ball on the floor, bawling my eyes out.

Cint: I am curled up on the floor, bawling my eyes out.

Rocket: It's true. He's laying on me.

Clint: He makes a very comfy pillow.

Y/N: Regretting making this chat more now.

Natasha: There's still time.

Y/N: You're not getting out of this, Natasha:

Y/N: In fact. Why don't you go next?

Natasha: There is nothing I need to say.

Y/N: Oh, really?

Y/N: Why don't you tell us all about how you've been in the training room nearly 24/7?

Natasha: I'm just honing my skills.

Y/N: I think it may just be grief, that you're channelling into getting better.

Natasha: And I think I may need some more targets. Y/N? Do you volunteer to be the next one?

Y/N: Steve, your go!

Steve: But, Natasha...

Y/N: I SAID YOUR GO!

Steve: Okay... well, you've already said everything I needed to say.

Y/N: ... shit.

Y/N: Clint?

Clint: No.

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: This is because the author does not know wtf happened to Oliver Queen.

Wade has left the chat.

Y/N: Why are you curled up on the floor, laying on Rocket, crying your eyes out?

Clint: None of your business.

Y/N: What's with the hair? And the suit?

Y/N: And the blades?

Y/N: Where did your bow go?

Clint: None of your business!

Bruce: Leave him alone, Y/N.

Y/N: Okay, Bruce. Talk.

Bruce: ... fuck.

Y/N: Why can't you turn in to the hulk?

Bruce: Cause he's a big green asshole!

Y/N: Where have you been for the last three years?

Bruce: Inside the Hulk fighting as a gladiator.

Natasha: You've been the Hulk for three years?

Bruce: Yeah, it's changed me...

Thor: Yeah, now he's cool!

Bruce: Excuse me?

Thor: -er than he was before. Which was pretty damn cool.

Rocket: Hold on. I'm confused.

Rocket: Does this gut transform into something else? Or was he inside someone? Was this Huk pregnant with him? Cause if they were, he's big for his age.

Steve: What?

Natasha: The?

Y/N: Fuck?

Clint: ???

Bruce: No, Rocket. I transform into something else. Something big, green, and strong.

Rocket: Oh. Now I get it.

Thor: You're taking this all very well, Rabbit.

Rocket: I'm from space?

Rocket: I'm used to this.

Bruce: That makes sense.

Steve: I don't know if I ever want to go to space.

Natasha: You would lose your mind.

Y/N: Let's send him to space!

Bruce: Y/N!

Y/N: What?

Bruce: We're going anyway. There's no need to yell.

Rhodey has joined the chat.

Rhodey: You know who never wanted to go to space?

Rhodey: You know who was scared of space?!

Rhodey: YOU KNOW WHO'S TRAPPED IN SPACE RIGHT NOW, IF HE'S NOT DEAD?!

Rhodey: T O N Y

Rhodey has left the chat.

Y/N: Bye Rhodey!

Rocket: What's up with him?

Natasha: He's been like this ever since we've gotten back.

Y/N: He really misses, Tony.

Steve: We all miss Tony, Y/N.

Y/N: Hold on. Did Steve really just say that? Or am I hallucinating again?

Clint: When were you hallucinating before?

Y/N: When I felt like Tony was running out of oxygen.

Thor: Wait, what?

Steve: Hold on, is no one concerned about the guy calling someone the author?

Y/N: Nah, that's just, Wade. That's what he's like.

Natasha: Insane?

Y/N: Yes.

Y/N: Rocket, you're up.

Rocket: ...

Rocket: I'm sad.

Y/N: Interesting.

Y/N: I would never have guessed.

Y/N: You practically hear the surprise in my voice.

Steve: You are so sarcastic sometimes.

Y/N: Thank you.

Y/N: Anyway. This has been incredibly unsuccessful. Unless you count showing everybody just how fucked up you are, as successful.

Y/N: So... I'm gonna goooo...

Natasha: Hold on, Y/N. It's your turn.

Y/N: Ha... yeah, about that...

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve: Oh no you don't.

Steve has added Y/N.

Y/N: Shit.

Y/N has blocked themselves from the chat.

Steve: HOW DID SHE EVEN DO THAT

Natasha: I don't care anymore. I get it out of her later. I've got training to do.

Clint: Right. Rocket and I have some crying to catch up on we're really behind.

Rocket: Yep.

Clint has left the chat.

Rocket has left the chat.

Natasha: Maybe Y/N's right about us needing counselling. Well, them at least.

Steve: Yeah, they sure do.

Natasha: You and Thor extremely need it.

Thor: Wait, WHAT?!

Natasha has left the chat.

Steve: She's right you know.

Thor: Yeah, I know.

Thor: Wanna go eat our feelings?

Steve: YEAH

Thor has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Somewhere across the galaxy

Tony has created a chat.

Tony has added, Nebula.

Tony: Hey, Neb? Could you hand me that wrench?

Nebula: I'm kinda busy fucking up this wire right now.

Nebula: I'm imaging it as Thanos' neck.

Tony: Thanos' neck is thicker than that.

Nebula: Don't ruin my dream.

Thanos has joined the chat.

Thanos: You talking shit?

Nebula: Piss off, old man.

Tony has blocked Thanos.

Nebula: Thanks.

Tony: It's okay... so, about that wrench?

Nebula: Get it yourself.

Nebula has left the chat.

Tony: She'll warm up to me.

Tony: I have the need.

Tony: The need to adopt another child.

Tony has left the chat.

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years

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The Perfect Cast

Sweet Pea x reader

Riverdale + Supernatural crossover (kind of)

Inspiration from @sgarrett49

Summary: You and Kevin are planning the perfect school musical based on the Supernatural episode "Fan Fiction", and you know who would be the perfect lead role.

Author Note: Let's just pretend that Mitch is alive.

(also proof that Sweet Pea can sing)

Word Count: 3701

When Kevin came to you asking for you to help with the school musical, you were more than happy. What made you ecstatic was what the musical would be. Your favorite show, Supernatural.

It was a story of two brothers, Sam and Dean. They hunt things that go bump in the night, and keep fighting no matter what. They were heroes that needed no gratitude, only each other. Just them, their car, and the road.

In the show, they break the forth wall and have their lives written in books by a "prophet" of the Lord, but that's a whole different conversation. There is an episode where a school makes a musical of the books, which is basically a musical about the show. That is what this musical will be about.

"So," Kevin said. "We got the budget and what each of the finances will cost, but we still don't have the most important thing, a cast." It was just the two of you and a notepad and pen in the auditorium. "First things first, Sam and Dean."

You tapped your pen on your notepad, thinking. "Archie?" Kevin suggested.

"Too boy next door."

"Reggie?"

"Maybe. I'm just not feeling it." You thought hard. Then an idea came into your head, causing you to sit straight up in your chair. You were excited about this, and by nature a very passionate person. "Sweet Pea!"

"What?" He looked at you confusedly.

"Sweet Pea should be Dean! It makes total sense."

"Okay, um, have you ever even talked to him?"

"No." You were still smiling, not letting that set you back.

"Do you even know any Southsiders?"

"Jughead." You said cheerfully.

Kevin looked at you as if your crazy. He took your hands in his. "Let me tell you a little something about the Southside. They are tough, and mean, and do not like the Northside. And the one who hates the Northside most of all is Sweet Pea."

You shook your head. "Everybody needs to stop seeing the Southsiders as people to be feared or hated. I'm not changing my mind."

Kevin sighed. "Fine. If you must know Jughead's Serpent club should be ending in a few minutes."

You quickly stood up and hugged him. "Already on it!"

"When he says no, I have every right to say I told you so!" He called out.

"You have my consent!" You called back.

You headed to the room where the Serpents held their 'boardgame club'. When you got there, you were nervous to knock. You checked the time, not wanting to interrupt anything.

You knocked. Jughead opened the door. "Y/n, what's up?"

"I need to speak to Sweet Pea." You smiled. He gave you a look, and you nodded.

"Alright. Everyone dismissed." Jughead said as you stepped in with him. "Pea, you stay." Everybody started to head out, leaving the tall guy with the snake tattoo on his neck leaning on a desk. Jughead, patted my shoulder. "He's all yours."

"Thanks Jug." You walked up to him. "So you're Sweet Pea?" You smiled.

"Look, whatever your Bulldog boyfriend said about me, it's probably fake. I don't need you Northsiders starting up something that isn't my fault."

Your smile faded, and you look at him, confused. "What? First of all, I'm not here for any beef with anyone. Second, I don't have a boyfriend, and if I did it wouldn't be a bulldog. I mean, really? They're all full of themselves and think they're badass when they're just a stupid football team. And don't even get me started on Reggie Mantle. He's just, ugh."

Sweet Pea didn't really notice looks because this town was full of deceiving good looking people, but after you saying that he just seemed to view you as an attractive person. He let out a small laugh, crossing his arms. "So why are you here?"

"I'm one of the people in charge of the school musicals, and this year we're doing a Supernatural musical."

"Supernatural? Like the show about demons and stuff?"

"Yup!" You smiled. He looked at you, amused. You seemed really excited for this. "Have you seen it?"

"I've watched a few episodes here and there. Why are you telling me this?" He looked you up and down.

"I want you to play Dean." You said cheerfully.

There was a pause. "No."

You instantly frowned. "Why not?"

"Why would you want me in a stupid musical?"

You sit down on one of the chairs beside him. "I'm just going to ignore that insult." He gave a tsk in return. "I want you in my stupid musical because you're a perfect fit for Dean. Dean cares for his family, does everything for them. Even when he gets roped into crazy stuff and it seems like fighting is useless, he never stops. He feels that he needs to protect his family before he protects himself. I see that in you, but y'know, I could be wrong." You couldn't help your sarcasm.

He didn't know how to respond. He wasn't expecting that from someone he didn't know, especially a Northsider. "Why do you think that? You've never even talked to me before."

"I don't need to talk to you to know you. I'm usually there when the Northside v. Southside stuff happens, I just don't make my presence known. I'm Jughead's friend, so if something happens and he needs help, I'm there. I just don't announce it."

He was feeling weird about you. You were different than all the Northsiders. Even the ones that helped made a big deal and announced it to the world, but not you. You didn't need gratitude, and now you were saying all these things about him when the two of you have never even met.

"You don't care that I'm a Southsider? Wouldn't want some gangster trashing up your set, right?"

"Why would I judge you on where you come from? I judge you on the kind of person you are, and right now I see a loyal friend to his people." You said all too casually.

He wanted to see you more often, to get to know you. You were such an interesting person and different than most in Riverdale. You seemed to think differently than the whole town, North and South alike. Which was the only reason he responded with, "Fine."

You smiled and got up. You put a hand on his arm. "Thanks! I'll see you around, okay?" And with that, you left. Sweet Pea suddenly wanted to binge watch a certain show now.

You went back to the auditorium, Kevin watching you make your way back. You plopped into your seat. "Boom." Kevin looked at you, shocked. You just wrote down Sweet Pea's name, then another amazing idea came to you. "Fangs should be Sam, and Jughead should be Cas."

"Are you just purposely casting Serpents now?" Kevin asked, worried for how smooth this wouldn't be if the three of them were the lead roles.

"No, but name a better trio that's more fit for this."

He looked at you, then sighed. "Go ahead."

You stood, hugging him and rushing to Pop's. You asked Jughead if you could talk to Fangs, to which he asked the reason why. "For the musical."

Jughead looked at you, amused. "Good luck with that."

"I mean Sweet Pea agreed, so this shouldn't be too hard right?"

He choked on his milkshake. "Sweet Pea said yes to that? Why? How?"

"I guess I just have that affect on people. Let's go."

You both headed to his trailer, Jughead behind you as you knocked. It wasn't too hard getting him to agree, after saying that Sweet Pea would be the other lead. "Wait, so who would be Castiel?" Fangs asked.

You then turned to Jughead and smiled cheekily. "No. Absolutely not."

"Please Jug, it'll be adorable! Right Fangs?"

"Yeah, Jug. It'll be cool." You exchanged grins.

He huffed. "Fine, but you owe me Pop's." You thanked both of them, then went home to plan out the other roles. You texted Kevin and you both came up with a final list.

Betty would be Donna, Veronica would be Jody, Archie would be Bobby, Reggie would be Crowley, Moose would be John, and Mitch would be Mary.

You let everybody know what roles they played, and they all agreed. The next day Kevin told almost everybody to meet after school. He then asked you to let Sweet Pea and Fangs know, which you agreed to do.

Much to Sweet Pea's surprise, you had two classes together. He saw you and Fangs talking together. Much to his annoyance, you had four classes with him. He wanted to know if you two talked before. Are you guys friends? Why hadn't he introduced you to him?

You saw him staring at you in the hallway with Fangs, and you brightened up instantly. You then tugged on Fangs' arm to drag him with you to Sweet Pea. "Hey, Sweet Pea." You said as you made your way towards him. "So you guys have a meeting for the musical right after school in the auditorium."

"You guys?" He questioned.

"Yup. Fangs is playing the other lead, Sam. I thought that you guys would play brothers pretty well."

Sweet Pea nodded his head, looking pissed. He felt less special. Although Fangs felt a little scared by his face you just kept smiling, not finding anything scary. "See you later then." He said.

"See you later Sweets. Bye Fangs." And with that you left.

Fangs clasped his friend's shoulder. "You good?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." He said, a little harsher than he meant to say. He cleared his throat. "Hey, what did y/n say to you about the play?" He stared daggers into him. It wasn't intentional, Sweet Pea just felt jealousy towards his friend for a reason that he couldn't figure out.

"She said that you were the other lead and that I would play your brother."

"That's it?"

"Yeah." Sweet Pea's features softened as he nodded. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Fangs smiled. "Maybe cause you're into her." He patted his shoulder. "See you later Sweets." He then left, leaving a confused and frustrated Sweet Pea alone with his feelings.

After school you all met at the auditorium. Kevin had the group sit in a circle while you stayed silent with your clip board, looking over the rehearsal schedule to make sure nothing was wrong. "I think it'll be good for all of us to introduce ourselves and our role so that we can work well together."

Everybody introduced themselves and their roles, with Reggie and Moose eyeing the three Serpents. You were brought out of your concentration when you heard Reggie get mad and yell, "This is bull!"

Kevin turned to you for support. You sighed. "Kev, you really need to grow a pair." You then turned to Reggie. "Reggie, what's wrong?"

"Why the hell do these three Southside snakes get to play the leads while us Northsiders are pushed to the back?"

"So you have a problem with my casting?" You were calm and in your seat, while Reggie was huffing and puffing and making a big deal.

He pointed to Sweet Pea. "Why the hell is he Dean while I'm stuck as Crowley? I think I'd be better for the lead, don't you think babe?" He smirked at you.

Sweet Pea shot up, going straight to Reggie. "I think I'd show her some respect if I were you."

You then stood, "Sweets, it's fine. I got this." You then started walking towards Reggie. "He is Dean because he protects people and only gets into the gunfire when necessary. You are Crowley because you don't care about the consequences of your stupid ass decisions and are always starting something unnecessary. Now sit." He angrily sat, with the whole group silent except for the munching of Jughead towards his chips.

You sat back down. Nobody said a thing, there was only small laughter from your friends. The Serpent boys couldn't help but smile at you. It was time somebody put Reggie in his place. "Look, if anyone has problems then talk to me or Kevin. I'm usually chirpy and easy going but now and then a dumbass will get the best of me."

You looked at Kevin expectantly. He cleared his throat. "These are the rehearsal dates and the script." He then passed it out to everyone. "You are all free to practice your lines with each other on your own today, but tomorrow will be a group reading. We will call each of you up to right notes on your scripts. Until then, just practice."

Sweet Pea stared at you as you were talking to Betty and Veronica while writing on their script. Fangs saw this. "Careful you don't drool." Sweet Pea only scoffed in response.

"Let's just go over our lines." He said, looking down at the script. Them as well as Jughead began to read out their lines, and Fangs and Jughead had to agree that Dean kind of seemed like Sweet Pea.

"Come on, Sammy. Dad wants us to pick up where we left off. Saving people, hunting things, the family business." You heard him rehearsing, and kept looking up at your work. He was good.

"Jug." You called out, nodding for him to come over. He did while Kevin called out for Fangs at the same time. He awkwardly stood there waiting for his friends.

Archie saw this and went up to him. "Hey man."

"What do you want Andrews?"

He noticed that he wasn't really staring at him, but more focused on you. "Just came to talk. Sorry about Reggie, you know how he is. You know y/n?"

He then turned to look at him. "Not really."

"She's a pretty fun person. I think you two would make good friends. Who knows, maybe even more?" Archie had his arms crossed as Sweet Pea was caught off guard. Archie laughed in response. "Look man, if you like her, go and talk to her. I think she'd be good for you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that you're always angry, usually at us. But she's mostly happy and cheerful all the time. She stood up for you, which she doesn't really do. She likes to stay unnoticed. Maybe she could make you happier."

Archie then walked away, followed by you calling out his name. "Hey." He said when he got there.

"Hey." You quietly said.

As you grabbed the script and went to writing, Sweet Pea spoke up. "You okay?"

"Yup, I'm good now." He nodded your head, eyes not leaving the papers.

"I just wanted to say that you were pretty funny. Finally someone was able to shut Mantle up." He looked away from you and let out a small laugh.

You looked up and smiled. "Thanks. And thank you for sticking up for me." He looked at you. "Saying that he should start showing me respect. That was really cool of you." You finished up and gave the papers back to him. He awkwardly nodded and grabbed the packet from you.

The next day after the group reading Fangs and Jughead nearly forced Sweet Pea to go and talk to you. He asked if he could stay with you because he needed help on his role. He didn't know what other excuse to give, but you were more than happy to.

You helped him out of being awkward when he spoke and acted. You made jokes the whole time, causing him to smile. It was just the two of you, so he didn't really need to be tough in front of others. He felt embarrassed every time you gave him compliments. He didn't really know how to respond.

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." He added a teasing smile, sitting next to you.

"That was a lot better. Very charming." You said. He smiled at you. You were just so calm and soothing right now. "I think we could stop now. I think it's getting late."

He then checked the time. "You hungry? We could go get some Pop's." He hoped his boldness would pay off.

"Sure. I kind of feel bad that you're buying me food though."

"Nah, it's fine. I kept you here anyways. I should thank you." He nodded his head for you to come, and you two walked outside at the parking lot, him showing you his motorcycle. He got on. "Hop on."

"You're not a reckless driver, right?" You were partly teasing and partly nervous.

"It'll be fine. Let's go." And with that you got on and held on tight to him.

You got there and ordered. You were both having a fun time. Sweet Pea felt relaxed around you. As the two of you talked you noticed how attractive he was. There was something about him that you couldn't figure out. For an unknown reason you just wanted to spend more and more time with him.

All was well until Reggie walked in. He saw the two of you together, and decided he should join in. He liked you. Sure, you embarrassed him earlier, but you were hot and feisty in his eyes. He liked that.

He walked up to your booth. "Excuse me." He said, taking a seat next to you, with you sliding to the window in response. "What did I miss?" He smirked, eyes glued on Sweet Pea.

"What do you want Mantle?"

"I just came to say sorry to the lovely lady." He then looked at you. "I figured we got off to a bad start." You gave him a tight smile. He then took a fry from your plate. "So what did I miss?"

Sweet Pea glared at him. "School." You said, your voice monotone.

He nodded and took another fry. "That's not your food." Sweet Pea said in a restrained voice.

"Yeah, your right. Could you order something for me? Thanks." He then turned to an angry looking you. "Speaking of school, I was thinking you should join the River Vixens. You could cheer for my games. I think you'd look hot in the outfit." He put his hand on your thigh.

Sweet Pea shot up, having had enough. He grabbed on Reggie's letterman jacket, yanking him up. "Don't touch her like that." He said through gritted teeth.

Reggie shoved him off. "Why not? You catching feelings or something?"

You shot up as well, about to split them up when you heard Pop's voice. "What's going on here?"

"Reggie was just leaving." You said. Reggie then angrily walked out, leaving you to explain what happened to Pop while Sweet Pea payed for the food.

You two went outside he leaned against his bike. "I'm, uh, sorry that all that happened." He avoided your gaze. "We were having a good time and that screwed it up."

You walked up to him and hugged him. He was taken by surprise for a few moments, before he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist. "You did all that because of Reggie. He was the one that ruined things. You're kind of my hero." You said as you were against him.

When he got home, he looked over his lines and took a look at the notes you wrote. They were mostly tips and helpful stage directions, but he also noticed something else. You wrote little encouraging comments or compliments. Sometimes you drew happy faces with them. He smiled.

The next day at the auditorium everybody was in a group reading while sitting in a circle. You guys decided to skip the songs and do that towards the end. When you got to the songs, you were not prepared for what you heard.

Sweet Pea started singing one of the songs, causing you and Kevin to immediately look at each other. He mouthed the word wow, and you mouthed I know. It seemed like everybody else was surprised as well.

When he finished you weren't thinking when you said, "Holy shit."

He looked at you, a mixture of confusion and worry with him. "What?"

"That was really good!" He smiled. Fangs then gave him a look, and his smile immediately fell off of his face.

For the next few weeks you and Sweet Pea practiced your lines while joking around and having fun together. What you two would do was practice for about twenty minutes, then just talk, go out to eat, or hang out at the Whyte Wrym.

You had begun to develop feelings for him. Although to others he seemed scary and was always mad at something, but you didn't see that at all. He was a gentleman in your eyes, who always knew how to make you laugh. Being around him was always fun, and he made you happy.

Although Reggie had been trying to impress or flirt with you, you never paid any attention to him. Sweet Pea had almost gotten into fights with him over the way he treated you, but you always interjected. To make him feel better you would give him a hug and talk him out of being mad.

Sweet Pea's feelings for you only grew as you two spent more and more time together. Reggie treated you like property, and Sweet Pea was always ready to beat the crap out of him for you in a heart beat. But you wouldn't let him, always telling him that you'd be worried if he got hurt. You would always tell him something that made him feel better, with your warm smile making him melt.

It was the day of the musical, and all day Sweet Pea was getting teased by his friends to grow a pair and ask you out. All day he responded that you guys were just friends, and that's the way that you'll always see the two of you. But they were right. He needed to get it out of his system.

"Hey," you said, coming into a dressing room to see him in the whole Dean get up. "I just wanted to say good luck. You're gonna be awesome." You took a seat right next to him.

"Thanks." He gave you a nervous smile. It was now or never. "Um, so after the show, I was thinking that the two of us can go out somewhere."

"That sounds cool. We should invite more people." You suggested.

"Uh, no. I mean, uh," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hey," you put a hand on his shoulder. "You okay? You can tell me anything."

He took all the courage he could muster up and went for it. "I want to go out with you. I mean like a relationship. I want to say that you're mine, and put my arm around your shoulders, and kiss you whenever I want."

You said nothing, which he took as a rejection. "You know what, just forget it. It was a stupid idea anywa-" he was cut off by your lips. You kissed him passionately, waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. He then returned the kiss, putting a hand on your waist while yours were on his face.

You smiled when you pulled back for air. "Yes, I'd love to go out with you." He smiled, about to say something when an alarm from your phone went off. "Looks like it's show time. Break a leg, Winchester."

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therearemorethanfivenights · 4 years

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Chapter 11 is up!

I’m spending my quaran-time wisely by writing about a dead teenager hunting for her killer.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11674818/chapters/56827993

I’m also working on art, some shorts about characters we’ve yet to see and a backlog of chapters for if/when I lose momentum again. Planning ahead is important, kids.

Continue reading under the cut-

It had been a fair few hours since Marie's strange episode, and she was up and about once more. Up, about, and ready to follow her first lead. "Seriously, do you think I would hide something like being the witness to a god damn murder from everyone? I'm literally designed so that I can't do that." Mangle was sat sorting through a small box of mini LEDs. She was there, she was the one who screamed and was dragged off, it was impossible for it not to have been her. "That's my point exactly! Unless it was some insane near-death vision - which it definitely was not - then you were there. Yet somehow, you don't remember a thing. That can't have been an accident!" Marie grabbed her friend's shoulders tight, startling her. The tiny bulbs scattered at her feet, some finding there way through a gap in the floor panels of her den and dropping to the floor below.

"Ifreann... what do you mean? You think someone wiped my brain? This isn't a movie Marie, and even if that was what happened, the only person who could have done that was..." She trailed off as she thought. The whole thing made more sense than she wanted to admit. If anyone had seen a crime, the criminal would want to remove the threat of them talking. So it was entirely possible that she had seen her friend's murder. By that logic, any one of the animatronics could have been a witness to or even assisted with one of the murders. But they couldn't. "Fixing our mechanisms is tricky, but doable. Rewiring a whole bunch of stuff in our brains, so to speak, is nigh on impossible. At the time of you getting shanked-" "Tactful as always." "I was the only person capable of doing anything remotely close to that. There was only one man who could have done it to such a degree of 'not-fucking-everything-else-up-as-well', and he was definitely dead by then." She finished, muttering further as she began the grueling task of tidying the bits on her floor. Marie paused. She was right, of course. Everybody knew the fate of William Afton, he had killed himself shortly after the Bite had occurred. Unless...

"What if he wasn't dead. What if he isn't."

"What?"

"William, the guy who built you. You said that he was the only one capable of fiddling with your head with that level of precision. To wipe all traces of an event without leaving a weird gap in your memory that would make you suspicious. What if he never offed himself, but just made you forget who he was... describe him for me." Marie had a hunch. "What, William? Well, he was... he was... I... I don't remember anything about him." She stopped picking at the floor. "But, he was always elusive, right? Not many people saw him and we only did during the early days. We never saw him after we were installed at the restaurant. At least... I don't think we did."

It suddenly made sense. Or at the very least, more sense than it had before today. If her theory was correct, then it would explain why, despite being walking security cameras, nobody had seen anyone suspicious. They were programmed to find everything about this guy completely normal, no matter how much creepy lurking and luring he may be doing. But while she had a plausible suspect, there was no motive. "I'm going to think on this a while. You, uh, have fun with your blinky lights." She said, handing her the closest one before floating out the door and away.

Dawn had been listening in as best she could. "Marie, not to butt in..." She emerged from the shadows beneath Mangle's den, squeezing awkwardly past various shelves. "I just wanted you to know... if I can help at all... like with all of this..." Marie smiled, trying to seem as unfazed as possible. "I know. I'm fine D, really." She continued towards the door. Dawn frowned. She didn't really understand any of this, and that bothered her. Normally if Marie had a problem she would tell her. She felt useless. "Actually..." She stopped. "Mind if I ask you something? Just wondering-" "Yes?" "Before you started here... There was a time between you and Afton right? When there was just, nobody doing repairs?" She asked. "No, I mean, yes there was nobody here. I think mostly it was just Mangle doing what she could." Dawn replied. "It's weird though, even with a robot brain, it would have taken a long time to figure out everything she has. So, before she knew what she knows... lucky there weren't any major problems, right?" She laughed nervously. "Huh."

Mike and Amy were still sifting through what information they could find on the Bite of '87. "Remember how this was just supposed to be a nice walk around to work off lunch?" Amy teased. She was enjoying their conspiracy hunt to a degree, but they'd reached an impasse a few articles back. There was the motive for murder but nothing could prove that the man was alive, let alone anywhere near the establishment at the time of the first murders. "I know." Mike was uninterested. If he wasn't here he'd be obligated to be at 'home' with his 'family'. No thanks, there had to be some way to prove him either right or wrong, either would be preferable to listening to his extended family argue about political bullcrap. And then the Puppet hovered in.

"Hey, how you feeling? I overheard something had happened. Blow a fuse?" Amy asked sympathetically. Chica came by to explain that something strange had occurred on her way to see exactly what that meant, but they were too absorbed to follow. "Yeah... something like that." Marie peered over at the screen. "So what kinda smut are you looking at?" She asked, half-joking.

"News stuff."

"So no tits? Disappointing." She sighed. Amy raised an eyebrow. "I'm kidding. Mostly. What kinda news?" "We have this theory, about our killer, but it's nothing to worry over." Mike turned the monitor to show her the current article. "I mean, it involves a locally famous suicide being faked and a cyber-child, so probably in the realm of the crazy and slash or impossible." He scrolled absentmindedly onward. Marie immediately tensed up. "Mike... Is this the case of one William Afton? Because boy-howdy do I have some interesting insight into that mess." She made an uneasy grin. Mike nodded, almost amazed. He got up from his chair and let the Puppet sit down, uncaring as to whether it would make a difference. He perched by Amy on the desk, who seemed just as stunned. "We... have the motive to believe he's the one doing this, but there's no way we could prove he's still around. If we could then maybe, but right now we've hit a wall." He explained. Marie nodded slowly.

"Funny, I have the opposite problem. I can prove he was around I think, but not why." She said. "But you might not believe the 'source' exactly."

Mangle hadn't remained in her den for long. The more she tried to think of her creator, the less she seemed to actually remember, and this was bothering her. So she decided to ask around. Crawling through the vents, she tried to think of her earliest thoughts, before she had arrived at the pizzeria. Vague memories floated around. A voice, she could remember a voice, but was it his? It was polite, asking her things, always amazed by her answers. That had to be him.

"Toy Foxy? I wanted to ask you something." He said. "You're voice is different. It used to be the one I gave you, do you remember?" He imitated a voice she barely thought her own. "But now it's something different. Why is that? Do you know what it is?" She remembers feeling pestered, but she always answered. She had to, being considerate and helpful, but she didn't feel like it at times. "It's... Irish, isn't it? I just prefer the way it sounds. It feels like... the other voice is good, but it's yours. I want this one, it sounds like me. Why? Are you offended I didn't like what you gave me? Because I'm not changing it now." She laughed. She was much happier then, if a little annoyed by the barrage of questions.

She crawled out of the vent and down into the main hall. Below, Toy Chica was sat on her phone. Everyone had seemingly scuttled away, presumably coming to terms with today's revelation, but Toychi seemed to be entirely over it. "I've seen weirder things on the internet, in case you were wondering why I haven't curled up in a corner. I can see your reflection, y'know." She said, not looking up. Mangle extended her neck as far as possible to continue the conversation. She always misjudged how high the ceiling in here was. "Hey so, how much do you remember about William?" She asked. Toychi shrugged and continued to look at her various social media feeds.

"Come on, I need to know because of reasons." She swung her face so her hair covered Toychi's vision. "Important reasons." She affirmed. Toy chica sighed and did as she was asked. "I remember he was from England. And like, he was married I think." She said, trying to push Mangle's head away. "But nothing personal? Nothing the just us, his life's work, would remember? Or even what he looked like?" "Of course I remember... huh. That's... totally not ok. I have an amazing memory, how the hell can't I remember that guy?" She immediately began searching her phone. "I remember he gave me this, maybe I took pictures," she switched to the internet, "Google knows everything, maybe they have a picture!" She was becoming increasingly distressed. "Mangle! What the fuck does this guy look like?!" She cried.

At this point, Toy Freddy had emerged from backstage. "What the heck are you yelling about now? Is anyone else secretly a ghost?" He wasn't feeling up to any more ghost shenanigans. However, this didn't seem like something he could ignore, given the frantic pace at which Toy Chica had begun waving him over. "What colour hair did William Afton have?!" She asked, still aggressively applying as many advanced search keywords as possible. "What? How the heck would I know?" He responded. She barely acknowledged this, still scouring her device. Mangle clambered not-so-gracefully down from the ceiling. "Was he fat, or thin? What colour were his eyes? Did he have freckles? We should know, man, but we don't! Why?!" Toychi dropped her phone into her lap with a small thud before burying her face in her arms on the table.

"I mean, yeah, that is a little unusual. Maybe it's a glitch? Or maybe we just don't remember? Ten years is a long time." He sat beside her. It was strange but surely there were more important things happening than trying to remember one man. "A glitch for all of us? And I have over a thousand people's names, faces, birthdays, favourite flavours of ice-cream... We can't forget things, not really, not unless we delete things ourselves." Came a slightly muffled reply.

"Ok, but why does he even matter. He made us then dropped off the face of the earth, big deal." He said. He was actually quite interested in helping find out just how exactly someone had removed all traces of themselves from their minds, as William no doubt had done, and why, but Toychi was in hysterics and he wasn't prepared to encourage her.

All the while, Mike continued to compile his resources. Marie decided it'd be best to let him handle things. She felt a little bad since as it was, everyone else was cleaning up this mess that she was at the center of, yet she was just idly floating around and keeping as far from it all as she could. Aside from the notes she'd been compiling, it was all down to the others. But she was far too tired to deal with anything more. She ducked into the arcade and flopped haphazardly into her box once more. She stared into the darkness, admiring herself. She had done fairly well, all things considering.

"Why me though?" She asked aloud. It was an interesting question. From Mike's debrief, she knew who had killed her. At least, she thought she knew, because she was an outlier. The other victims were all connected. All were friends of Michael's older brother, William's nephew he'd taken in according to what little she remembered about her brother's friend's family. Then there was Alex, who could possibly have been a part of the group that hurt Michael. He wasn't, but William couldn't have known.

So why? She remembered the basement, the safe room. But that made no sense either. She was smarter than that, she watched horror movies all the time. How in the world could a total stranger have lured her into the basement of the Pizzaria?

Then she saw it.

It was a gift box, very like the one she now resided in. Aside from its sudden appearance, it could have been mistaken for a completely ordinary wrapped box. Something a child could have left for her or forgotten before closing the other day. It was Christmas after all. "Alright then." She said. Maybe she'd overlooked it, she wasn't exactly thinking straight. "Happy Hannukkah, me." She picked up the box. It wasn't small at all, yet it barely weighed anything. There was a small tag hanging from the bow. She squinted to read what it said, "You are not alone. If you awaken them, they will help you find him. They will help you hunt him. They will grant revenge... Ok, this is some weird shit." She dropped the box on the floor.

"Revenge is for losers anyway." She laughed through her nose, amused by the idea that she'd want revenge. Really, she just wanted this guy found and dealt with for the sake of others, for Alex. She eyed the box with suspicion. "What does it mean, 'they'. Other kids? The ones from before?" That made sense. It didn't make any sense at all because this was all insane, but then again she was a ghost so she was already pushing her own beliefs. "Maybe..." Against her better judgment, she picked the box up again.

"Maybe I should let them out. Or bring them back with this thing, whatever it's for. I mean, if these are the other kids... what harm could they do, right? If they're vengeful I can stop them, I'm more powerful. I think." She wondered exactly how powerful she was. Enough to put a stop to some stupid toddler tantrums. She grasped the ribbons on the lid of the box. She tried once more to recall what happened the night of her death, secretly hoping that she wouldn't need this supernatural pandora's box to fix this if it even could.

It was the eve of Halloween, the eve of her birthday. "God, and then he just gets up as if nothing had happened." She was hanging around the alley beside the pizzeria, "Hey, mind letting me in on those?" She referred to the box of cigarettes in Vincent's hand. "These things kill you know." He said but still offered her one. He hadn't been ok since the Bite had happened. It was weird the place was open so quickly after such a massive accident, but it was probably something to do with corporate greed or whatever. She was more concerned about her friend.

"Look, you need to take time off. I couldn't give any less of a shit what your boss says, this place should be shut for the rest of the year and you need help." She brought a cigarette to her lips and lit it. A terrible habit for a kid, she knew, but she was running out of legal ways to stave off stress. She sighed a long trail of smoke as he shrugged at her. "Don't shrug, you know I'm right." She said, resting her hand on his shoulder. He brushed it away dejectedly and continued to stare at the floor.

"No offense Marie... but you don't know jack shit about what's going on right now. You don't know anything and you never will. You can't." He glared at her. Something was definitely off. His voice kept faltering, changing almost. Like his whole person was just an act. It scared her. But she thought she understood. "Just focus on keeping yourself safe, ok?" He tried to smile at her. She was a child, of course, there was no way she'd understand how this worked. Vincent sounded almost like her father, in a terrible sort of way, but it was fine. They'd both suffered, he was trying to push her away for both of them. She understood that.

Her face that night was a mess of make-up and grime. She'd looked for hours but he was gone. Her throat burned from trying to make her voice heard over the crowds of kids rushing to and fro. Nothing mattered anymore. Her parents, of course, blamed her. And for once, they were right, everything was her fault. But even now, as her mother wailed into her father's lap, as her father retold what they knew to his fellow police officers, she was going to fix this. She slid her window open and climbed outside. She clutched the only thing that seemed to bring any comfort, a doll of the Puppet, a gift from Vincent for her birthday last year. She hurried to the bus-stop. There was only one bus this late, she'd be walking home, but it didn't matter. She hopped on and dropped a large handful of change through the tiny gap.

Getting in was easy. Vincent taught her a trick with the back door into parts and services. "Alex?" She cried softly into the darkness. She wished she had a torch, this place was much creepier in the dark. She stumbled through the small warehouse. "Alex?" She was trying to be as loud as possible and as quiet as possible, she knew there'd be a guard on duty and the police could get here soon. She felt a little less concerned about the guard, she'd met Scott once and he seemed like a nice enough person, but he'd also likely call her parents.

"Alex?" Her voice echoed through the corridors. Eventually, she found herself in the arcade. She pushed her back against the wall and slid to the floor. This was it. Alex was gone forever. "Marie? Oh my god Marie what are you doing here?" Vincent's voice. He flashed a light through the door and approached her spot. "You! Where were you! He's gone, he's gone, it's your job to stop this stuff!" She kicked at his shins. "I'm sorry..." She began to sob again. Vincent knelt by her and offered his hand. "It's ok, we'll find him. Follow me." He said. She sniffed and cleaned her face as best she could.

They slowly made their way through the halls, checking every inch for any sign of Alex. "What are you even doing here, I thought Scott worked nights?" She asked, checking under each table for any scrap of evidence. Vincent handed her the torch. "Switched shifts. Work keeping me focused, you know?" "Like, focused on anything special, or focused on not..." "I said you know, didn't I? Got to keep going." He looked around. "I'm going to head back to the office, maybe some security footage will help. Think you can check the other rooms yourself?" He tossed her the keys and headed off before she even replied.

It'd been some time. What was he doing? She began heading towards the office. A door. Staff only. Maybe...

Stairs. Cold. Pain.

"No."

Marie stared at the box. William was a sure fit for everything, but he'd need access to the security footage to delete any evidence, and he had no idea who Marie was. She'd stumbled on Alex's body, sure, but how would he have known she was there if he was just popping in to murder a child then leaving again. He'd have to have been in the building, in the office to watch where she went. "No." He'd have to be working in the pizzeria, with an alias as a cover. "No." He would have to have been someone that she trusted, and who trusted her as much. "No. No that's ridiculous."

Michael used to call Vincent 'dad'. How did he know how to help Mangle and Dawn? Scott always seemed like Vince was his superior when he wasn't. He could always somehow buy her all sorts of nice things on pittance pay. Henry's kids own the place, yet they let Vincent get away with things anyone else could be fired on the spot for. He could mimic voices so well, was it such a stretch to say is 'real' voice was a fake too? Things she'd never questioned before suddenly seemed to pile up. He first talked about doing everything themselves, keeping the police and the victim's families as far away as possible. But he would never hurt her, he cared about her, he was her best friend.

Then, without her meaning to, the bottom of the box tumbled to the floor, the top still stuck in Marie's grip. The arcade machines flashed violently as a group of masks resembling the cast's old animal heads appeared, much like her own. They fizzled into small balls of light, then vanished. A message appeared on one of the cabinet screens. 'Give gift', it read. 'Give life', it read. Marie let the lid join the rest of the box on the floor. The screens went black again and left her in the dark.

"Oh no."

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #ThereareMorethanFiveNights #TAMTFN #Chapter 11 #of part 1

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Yo guys, I wrote something. Constructive criticism is welcome😁:

Nectar was alone at a wedding.

To clarify, his brother’s wedding. At the reception.

And yes, in case you’re wondering, he does know how sad that is and he really does not want to think about it more than he already is.

Not that he was trying to think about it in particular. Nectar didn’t care enough to really be bothered by the fact that he was shadowed in a corner while other people swung around, moving their bodies in jerking movements and whooping at the top of their lungs for no reason that Nectar could identify. Still, he wouldn’t mind someone to talk to. Ugh, he couldn’t believe he was thinking that.

He watched all the happy couples, including his brother and newly deemed brother in-law dancing drunkenly to the beat of a familiar pop song that no one could really name, but everyone had heard it at some point or another. “Nectar!” someone called.

Startled, Nectar turned to see his cousin stumbling in a weak attempt at dancing and waving him over, “Nectar,” she yelled again, “Come join the fun!”

Feeling his eyelids droop into an unimpressed expression Nectar began in a false cheery voice, “Maybe I will,” his eyes narrowed, “Or maybe I’ll go get a drink, my dear nineteen year old cousin. Y’know, since I’m over twenty-one and all.”

His cousin, Sherri, whom he’d grown up with (along with her twin sister, Marci) rolled her eyes impressively. She was only nineteen years old but she had already broken the rules more times than Nectar could remember.

“Oh, come on. Loosen up a bit!” Sherri called, grabbing another champagne glass from a passing waiter. She drained it in three gulps and then went back to dancing awfully and annoying Nectar.

“No offence, but I’d rather stand here for another three hours.” He deadpanned.

Just then Marci came up behind Sherri and began dragging her away, much to her sisters protests. She shot Nectar an apologetic smile and he raised his cup of coke in salute.

Marica was the reasonable, responsible twin out of the two. You could tell by the number of grades she’d skipped, her steady relationship that had been nearly perfect for two years and the fact that she was currently studying art at the Rhode Island School of Design.

Meanwhile, Sherri was barely passing summer school classes, dating a guy named Bob who ran an underground sandwich shop at his dorm (his specialty was tuna and jalapeno), and would be taking the SAT for the sixth time in the fall.

Don’t take it the wrong way, Nectar begrudgingly loved both like little sisters and these were all things Sherri had said herself when she received her end of year grades and had a breakdown. Nectar just wished Sherri would pull it together a bit and stop feeling sorry for herself. And not just because she tried to drag him to every social event she attended, or because the stench of alcohol made him gag, or because she was staying at his already tiny apartment. But because he cared.

Nectar shifted closer to his guitar case, loosening his tie which felt more like a noose to him. The party went on, with a sparkling disco ball in the middle that Nectar had told his brother not to get. But of course he had gotten it anyway.

Suddenly, someone knocked into him and they both crashed onto the floor. There was a yelp and the sound of shattering glass. “Ouch,” Nectar groaned, rubbing the back of his head which had slammed against the wall. He was sprawled at an awkward angle, one leg bent underneath him.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” said an apologetic voice. Nectar looked up to see a dark-haired boy scrambling to stand, his face shadowed in the flashing lights. He wore a waiter’s outfit that was stained with splattered wine from the glasses that had fallen. A tray was on the ground a few feet from where the two had collided.

“It’s fine.” Nectar said, observing a deep cut from the glass on his hand with mild concern. The waiter saw the blood and he tensed up.

“You’re bleeding!”

“I can see that.”

The boy grabbed Nectar’s hand in both of his to get a good look at the cut, sending a wave of discomfort through Nectar. “Oh jeez, I’m so so sorry.”

Nectar finally looked up from his hand, “It’s fine rea-oh, wow, your eyes are really pretty.” he blurted, face flushing.

The boy was staring straight at him, eyes so light they were almost gold with multiple shades of amber highlighting them. His hair was shoulder-length, tied up in a messy ponytail. When he saw Nectar blush, the corners of his mouth twitched up, those beautiful eyes sparkling and the multicolor party lights flashing prettily on his brown skin.

“I’m apologizing, you’re not supposed to compliment me.” The boy said, grinning at Nectar kindly. He had dimples. Nectar noticed this and for some reason he kept repeating the fact in his head, his face growing warmer by the minute.

"Um, I-I didn't mean to be so direct, er, I didn't mean to say anything at all. Sorry, you're probably not even um...sorry. I-I uh, don't even know your name." Nectar said, knowing fully well how much he sounded like a Disney princess. Though, Cinderella probably didn't stutter as much.

The boy laughed, holding out his hand, "Abraham."

Nectar only hesitated a second before placing his hand in Abraham's, "Nectar."

Abraham's long, thin fingers curled over Nectar's hand, their eyes locked. "You're the brother of one of the grooms, right?"

"Yeah." Nectar said, rising off the floor with Abraham following his lead a second later, their hands still linked in front of them. Nectar pointed at the waiters uniform, "You working?" He asked, then scolded himself for asking such a stupid question. Of course he was working, he was in uniform and handing out drinks. Nectar's face flushed with embarrassment.

But to his surprise, Abraham just smiled sheepishly, "Well, I was originally supposed to be the pianist but, y'know," he waved in the direction of the dance floor, indicating the loud pop music booming from the speakers, "There's really no need for piano music after everyone's wasted."

Nectar laughed in spite of himself, and he thought he saw a blush on Abraham's cheeks. But certainly he'd imagined it, after all, it was hard to see in the shadow of the party lights. "I'll make sure to yell at my brother for allowing a musician to be put to work as a waiter. I'd like to hear you play sometime."

Woah, that was actually pretty smooth. Nectar gave himself an internal round of applause for his excellent conversational stamina and skill which were much stronger than usual, it seemed. Although, those eyes were perfect motivation.

Abraham's grin widened and he glanced at the dance floor before pulling Nectar a bit closer and bowing slightly. "May I have this dance?"

Nectar felt himself melt, aware how hot his face felt. "W-with this music?"

"Why not?"

"But I don't know how to dance!" Nectar said, cursing himself for arguing.

Abraham pulled him, gently, even closer until they were sharing the same air, his other hand slipping down to rest on Nectar's waist. "Just follow my lead."

With that, the two began to dance, Abraham taking the lead and kindly whispering instructions on where Nectar should step. They never looked away from each other, Nectar's free hand on Abraham's shoulder and the other still being held.

They unconsciously drifted into the crowd, standing out as the only slow-dancing couple in the room. Nectar felt his throat tighten. Everyone was watching, they were seeing him. He had worked so hard to stay invisible, but yet here he was; in the spotlight. And that spotlight was Abraham.

Abraham with his gorgeous amber eyes. His wine-splattered uniform and nimble pianist fingers. Abraham's soft smiles and music-like laughter that Nectar wanted to hear like a lullaby. Somehow all of Abraham made the crowd, the stares, the whispers and all the people brushing against Nectar on the packed dance floor, entirely insignificant. And all that was important was Abraham's soft touch and the music only they could hear that they danced to shyly. The world could be in total chaos but they would not look away, the pop music fading out, replaced by a melodic piano.

Suddenly, Abraham put his head in Nectar's shoulder so they were hugging and swaying. Nectar saw Sherri and Marci behind them, Sherri giving him a thumbs up and grinning like a maniac while Marci held her up, beaming at him proudly. He rolled his eyes but smiled into Abraham's shirt, trying to preserve even a shred of his dignity.

The other boy smelled like wine and Garden is cologne, a scent that made Nectar tuck his head into the curve of Abraham's collar bone. He was so present, so real. And Nectar could feel himself falling…

"Hey piano boy! Hey!" A voice cut through the trance and the two jumped apart, turning to see an angry cook calling from the kitchen door. "Dancing won't get you out of work, get the h ell over here and serve some strings! Your boyfriend can wait!"

And just like that the pop music was back, crude and loud enough that the floor shook. Not to mention the crowd, it was suffocating and Nectar desperately wanted to get out of it. He tensed up and Abraham must've noticed because he pulled them over to their original spot in the shadows where the glass and wine had been cleaned, leaving only Nectar's guitar to mark it.

"I have to go." Abraham said apologetically, disappointment clear in his voice as he spoke to the boy before him.

Nectar nodded, "Yeah, I think everybody at the party knows. That cook can yell." He joked. When he got nervous he would start joking around to avoid negative attention. And he was more than nervous now. He was terrified of somehow screwing this all up. The eyes, the music. It was like fragile porcelain in his shaking hands.

Abraham smiled at him before pulling out a blue Crayola marker from his trouser pocket where a pack of sticky notes was also visible. When Nectar looked at it, confused, he grinned. "Magical waiter powers, we must always be ready to take an order."

"Wow." Nectar said, his eyes drinking in the dimples like he would never see them again. And maybe he wouldn't. "I never knew being a waiter was so hardcore."

"You'd be surprised." The other boy replied. Then, Abraham took his arm, making Nectar jump, and wrote a phone number on his skin. "Call me. I'd like to see you again." Abraham's face redeemed and he looked away, smiling sheepishly, "I don't think I could forget your smile."

A shiver went through Nectar as he nodded, looking down at the numbers in astonishment. "I don't think I could forget your eyes." He replied quietly.

Abraham beamed at him before glancing around and pecking Nectar lightly on the cheek. His lips lingered near Nectar's ear and he whispered, "Sorry again for the collision, I'll try to avoid unprecedented Jon's on our next date." Then he pulled away, smirked, and ran towards the kitchen, leaving Nectar in a puddle behind him.

Nectar leaned against the wall, he didn't feel alone anymore. His heart was light as he re-played the time with Abraham in his head. The next date. He said next date.

Nectar smiled to himself, touching the spot on his shoulder where Abraham's head had just been. Everything was the same, Sherri was still illegally drunk and running around the dance floor with Marci hovering over her like and mother rather than a sister, the music was still terrible and the groom's were still in each other's arms at the center of the crowd.

But everything had changed as well. Because now Nectar had the memory of a boy's beautiful eyes and the large blue numbers on his arm just waiting to be called the next day when everyone was hungover and left Nectar alone. But most of all he had the sound of piano music in his heart, the steady melody of a single dance.

#short story #nectar #Abraham #lgbtq+#lgbt couple #ocs #OrpheaSolace'swriting #PLS TELL ME HOW IM DOING #Ive been to one wedding before #writing

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Flightless - Chapter Seven

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Moxiety, Platonic Prinxiety

Word Count: 2260

Notes: hey, i am so so sorry for the long wait for this chapter. life has been hectic with school and the month of december and exams and stuff, and also some other projects that i'm working on for y'all, but here is a chapter of flightless whilst i have the time (kinda) and motivation to write this. hopefully the next chapter shouldn't take too long haha. hope y'all enjoy :)

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Virgil leant back, with his foot propped up against the wall. He knew that Logan hadn't gotten home yet, since he had already flown up himself to see. So instead, Virgil had decided to stay down in the lobby for a while until Logan returned, which shouldn't be too long, hopefully. At the very least, it was entertaining to watch people walk around the lobby. People watching had always been one of Virgil's favourite past times.

A man with wings almost identical to Virgil's walked up to the desk at the front. Huge, beautiful white wings - looking at the man, he could almost see the appeal to those kind of wings. And, looking a little closer, Virgil could swear he saw hints of red around the feathers. Interesting - perhaps that dye-offer that Talyn had given to him didn't sound that bad.

But the longer Virgil stared at the man, the more he realised that things were not going well.

"Look, I-"

"I'm telling you, it's not dangerous at all," the woman behind the desk said, sounding almost exasperated. "If you want, we can get somebody to escort you round?"

"I don't need escorting!" the man exclaimed. "I need another way to get up there!"

"Look, sir, there's nothing we can do."

"Surely there's something-"

The woman just shook her head. "I'm really sor-"

"Don't apologise to me! Just fix the goddamn problem!"

There was silence for a moment. Everybody else in the lobby had set their attention on the two. Virgil couldn't help but wonder what the problem had been in the first place.

"Sir, if you're not going to be cooperative, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the woman finally said.

The man just stared at her in disbelief. "All of my things are up there. All my equipment, clothing, everything. Can you not even move me to another room?"

"That was the only room available, we've told you-"

"Do you even know who I-"

"Sir," she snapped, "please leave the building."

Completely silence fell upon the room. It was as if the entire world had just paused, stopped at that moment, like it was going to end then and there. Virgil held his breath. Until the man turned and left, and everything went back to normal.

His phone buzzed in his hands - a message from Logan.

16:49 Logan: I've arrived at home.

Virgil glanced over at the stairs, and then out the door. He couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong. As if that man had needed help. As if Virgil needed to help him. Part of him just wanted to follow him out there and see if he was alright, if Virgil could help him. He had obviously had a problem, possibly something to do with flying, which Virgil knew all about. And the woman behind the desk hadn't attempted to help him in any way...

Then again, feeling as if something was wrong was just Virgil's constant state of being. Maybe the man would be fine and Virgil was just overreacting.

Unless...

16:52 Me: something happened down here, some dude got into some trouble or something, going to check if he is ok

Virgil put his phone back in his pocket and exited the building, looking around for any signs of that mysterious man. His phone buzzed again, but he ignored it, instead shooting up into the air and down the street. It didn't take him long to spot a familiar pair of white wings. The man had sat on a bench on the side of the street, his head in his hands.

"Hey," Virgil said, floating down to the floor. "You okay, dude?"

The man looked up and scowled. "What do you want? An autograph? Is it that hard to leave a guy alone?"

Virgil frowned, taken aback by his reaction. "Uh... I..." He cleared his throat. "I saw you back at the apartment block. Thought you, uh, might need some help, or something."

The man just stared at him. "So... you don't... you don't know who I am?"

Virgil blinked. "I've never seen you before today."

He let out a sigh. "You know, I've only come across one other person who hasn't recognised me."

"...okay?" Virgil looked him up and down - nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that sprung to mind. "What's your name?"

"Roman. And yours?"

"Virgil."

"Virgil," Roman repeated, smiling. "Hey, Virgil was the name of some Roman poet. Isn't that neat?"

Virgil blew a huff of air out his nose in what could loosely be described as a laugh. "Yeah, I guess that makes us basically soulmates."

Roman let out a hearty laugh. "Platonic soulmates, of course. Unfortunately, my heart belongs to another man."

"Oh really?" Virgil smirked. "And who might that be?"

Roman hesitated. "Well, uh, I'm not quite sure yet, but once I see him, I'll know."

Virgil sat down next to Roman, bringing his feet up onto the bench. "What, so you believe in love at first sight?"

"Of course." He smiled. "Why would you not?"

"I don't know. Maybe because love isn't that simple."

"Who said it was simple?"

"If you fall in love with someone after just meeting them, you're not in love." Virgil looked over at Roman. "You don't know the person well enough to understand your feelings. You have to... get to know them. Let it all happen naturally."

Roman hummed. "That sounds boring, though."

Virgil shrugged. "Can't argue with that. People are hard." He set his feet back down on the ground. "Anyway, I came here to see if you needed help."

Roman groaned. "Look, what happened back there was not my fault. I specifically told the management there that I needed a room with access from the stairs."

"Why? Surely with those amazing wings-"

"I'm not the best flyer," he interrupted, "and you'd better not tell anybody that." He sighed. "I just... What would they do if that exact same situation happened to a person without wings?"

"They'd probably kick that person out," Virgil said, without even thinking. "I mean, in my experience-" He caught himself before continuing, realising what he was about to say. "-from, uh, watching other people, the guys in that place are always giving wingless people dirty looks, and stuff. It sucks, y'know?"

"Ha, tell me about it." His eyes widened. "I-I mean, it does suck. Like, those people have done nothing to deserve that."

Virgil tried to shake away the feeling that Roman was hiding something, instead plastering a smile onto his face. "Glad we can agree. But, uh, we should probably tried to fix this problem of yours."

Roman took a deep breath in, and let a deep breath out. "How? I can't just walk back in there. And I can't explain it, either. If they- If they find out why I can't fly up there, my whole career could be ruined." He locked eyes with Virgil. "If anyone finds out that I'm-" he brought his voice down to a whisper- "not the best flyer, I'm basically dead."

"Okay, drama queen, we'll figure out a way to get you a room without letting out your biggest secret."

Virgil wondered for a moment why he was helping this stranger - having to get him up to the apartment without letting the secret get out seemed like a lot of work, which Virgil wasn't particularly keen on, and he still had no idea why it was so important that people don't know that this man couldn't fly well. Then again, when the two had first spoke Roman had seemed to act as if he was famous, or something. Like a lot of people knew who he was. And Virgil wouldn't have been surprised if his wings had something to do with the fame, since Roman cared so much about them. Whatever the case, he didn't want to let this man down, and Virgil had no idea why he felt that way.

Virgil took his phone out of his pocket, noticing that he had received a fair amount of messages from Logan.

16:53 Logan: What do you mean? What happened?

16:54 Logan: I just saw you leave the building. Please message me to let me know if you're okay.

17:05 Logan: It's been over ten minutes and you still haven't responded, are you okay?

17:06 Logan: Wait, I just heard that there was some problem with some singer down in the lobby, is that anything to do with what's happening?

Virgil glanced up at the time - 17:24. Logan hadn't sent him anymore texts.

Roman leant over Virgil's shoulder. "Who's that?"

Virgil jerked his phone away. "A friend. He lives in the apartment block that you were just in."

"A friend, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Yes!" Virgil exclaimed. "A friend! Nothing more!"

Roman looked almost disappointed. "Well, if he's just a friend, why were you in the lobby?"

"I was waiting for him to get home. To visit him. Y'know, like friends do." He began to type out a response.

"And why are you texting him now when we should be figuring out how to get me into my apartment?"

Virgil pressed 'send'. "To see if he can help."

17:26 Virgil: hey lo. idk if it's that singer guy you were talking about but he needs helps. any chance i could bring him back to your apartment?

Roman skimmed through the message. "You think this guy can help?"

Virgil shrugged. "He's dedicated his entire life to helping people who, uh, 'aren't the best flyers', I guess. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help."

His phone bleeped, signalling a reply from Logan.

17:27 Logan: I suppose I can see what I can do. Feel free to bring him up.

"And look at that, he said yes. Let's go." Virgil stood up and lifted himself into the air, beginning to make his way down the street. Roman looked up at him, helplessly.

"Hey, uh, Virgil?" he called. "Remember how I said that I 'wasn't the best flyer'? And how you said this guy 'helps out people who aren't the best flyers'?"

Virgil turned around. "Oh, right, uh..." He held out his hand. "Here, I'll help you."

Roman frowned. "You'll... what?"

"Take my hand and I'll help you fly up there."

"Why are we flying there?" he asked. "Can't we just walk?"

"I'd rather not risk walking into the lobby with you and getting kicked out again. We can reach my friend's apartment without walking through the building."

"But I can't fly."

"You can if you're holding my hand."

"What if you drop me? What if I'm too heavy?"

Virgil sighed, and landed on the pavement. "Look, I was the best flyer in class at school. I'm the best flyer in my family, in my friend group, even in my university class now. I'm training to do search and rescue in the airforce, which literally requires helping people who struggle to fly by helping them to fly to get out of danger, which is basically what I'm offering to do now. So-" he held out his hand- "do you trust me?"

Roman took in a deep breath, clearly still unsure, but took his hand anyway. "Okay. Off we go?"

Virgil smirked, and shot into the air, dragging Roman along behind them. They soon came high enough to feel the cool wind against their faces, to feel the breeze stroking through their hair, through their wings as they surged forward. Glancing over at Roman, Virgil noticed that he was smiling, laughing with glee. Maybe Roman had never experienced this before. Maybe he couldn't fly at all, and this was his first experience in the air. Virgil knew how special that could be.

"This is amazing!" Roman exclaimed. "Is this how it always feels? Why don't people talk about this more?"

"Most people take flying for granted," Virgil replied, slowing down a little to allow himself to navigate the city. "They forget how fantastic it can be. Which is why people who struggle with flying probably have it better - they never forget the feeling."

Roman hummed. "But people who can fly actually get to do this."

"True. But when those who can't always are finally able to, they find it to be the best feeling in the world." He looked back at Roman. "Speaking from personal experience."

Roman frowned. "I thought you said you were a good flyer? The best flyer, actually."

Virgil nodded. "Yeah. But also I have an issue that means sometimes I can't fly. I'm working on it, trust me, but on days like this when I can fly to my hearts content..." He smiled. "I can never forget how great it feels."

Why he was opening up to this complete stranger, Virgil didn't know. But what he did know was that he could trust this man, and if he wanted to help him, Roman would have to trust him as well. If that wasn't a good reason to tell Roman the truth, Virgil didn't know what was.

If he was able to open up to Roman so easily, then surely he could do the same to Patton. That was it - he had to tell Patton, tonight.

The two landed on Logan's balcony, Roman still smiling like crazy. But then when he stepped into the apartment and laid eyes on Logan, his smile faded.

"Logan? The guy from the theatre? Is- Is that you?"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Prince Roman. Fancy seeing you here."

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“You’re Not Crazy.”

"I'm ready to get high." Lachlan sighs, laying back in his bed.

"Well, you're the one who wanted to throw a party. Wait for your friends to arrive and then we'll pull out the weed." You laugh, pulling him to sit back up.

"I'm an idiot, you shouldn't let me throw parties when we could be having alone time." He whines, pulling you into him to place a kiss on your head.

"You need to spend time with your friends too, babe." You hum, relishing in his arms. "Besides, when everyone leaves, we'll be fine. Mitch's girlfriend is driving them all home, right?" You question, looking up at him.

"Yeah, not until 1:30 though." He mumbles, looking at the clock and seeing it's only 9pm. "They're gonna be here soon." He sighs.

"Well let's get all the snacks out, c'mon." You say, getting out of his hold and pulling him upstairs with you to his kitchen. "Hi Mitch!" You say to Lachlan's brother, who shoots you a smile.

"I told you to stay in your room tonight." Lachlan says to him.

"I was just getting a drink." Mitch defends himself.

"Leave him alone, Lachlan. As long as they don't come downstairs, we're fine. We'll all eat breakfast tomorrow though, okay Mitch?" You promise him. He thanks you before going back to his bedroom. "Be nicer to your siblings, they love you, y'know." You tell Lachlan, grabbing the bags of chips you brought over for his friends.

"They're annoying, that's what they are. They like to interrupt our fun." He says, trying to pull you into him.

"Stop, we need to get downstairs set up for this party." You say, swatting his hands away to grab a case of soda. "Can you grab the other thing of soda and the bowls for the chips? My hands are full." You ask him.

"Yeah, but nobody is gonna want soda. I have beer, baby." He tells you, though he grabs the Mountain Dew and the bowls you brought over.

"Well I'm sure Jess is not drinking tonight. I doubt I'll be, I don't like combining alcohol and pot." You shrug, leading the way downstairs. After putting the chips into a bowl on the coffee table, and moving a few barstools from the other room in the basement, you sit on Lachlan's bed as his friends begin to just walk into his house.

"Who's ready for a fucking party!?" Lachlan's friend Mitch cheers, walking into the room with Jess on his arm.

"Shut the fuck up, we don't need the whole neighborhood knowing what we're doing." Lachlan laughs, clapping Mitch on the back. Slowly the other guests arrive, only a small group of his friends. Mitch and Jess, Simon, Harry, and Jerome all make their way into the basement, and then Lachlan locks the entrance so his brother and sister can't come bother you.

"Alright, let's get to it. Where's the weed?" Harry asks first thing, making you laugh as Lachlan pulls out a few bongs.

"Let's get this party started!" Lachlan says, handing a bong to Harry and one to Mitch, keeping the other one with you two. As all of you begin to get high, the party starts to get what you think as lively. Mitch and Lachlan challenge each other to beer pong, so they're doing that. You've moved from Lachlan's bed to sit between Jess and Simon, lazily talking about what you think the future holds. Both you and Jess think you'll marry your respective partners somewhere down the line, but you want kids and she doesn't. She just says she's unsure how good of a mother she'd be, and you're gushing at the idea of you two getting pregnant at the same time and having your children be best friends.

"I just... I don't know if I'll ever get married." Simon shrugs beside you.

"Why's that?" You question, looking over at him once Jess excuses herself to the bathroom.

"I dunno, I just, nobody will like me? I sound like a pity party but, I'm awkward. That's basically it, I'm a stoner and girls aren't interested as much as they are in like, Lachlan let's say." He mumbles, grabbing a blunt from the coffee table, lighting it with his own lighter while you talk.

"I disagree with you, Simon. I've heard girls talk about how hot you are before, you just gotta throw yourself out there. Even though Lachlan definitely has a posse of girls who want him, he's taken. They'll realize he isn't the only stoner our school has to offer, you just gotta make them notice you." You try to comfort, rubbing your hand on his back.

"Yeah, you think so?" He asks, blowing a puff of smoke as he speaks.

"I know so, you're too much of a teddy bear to never find someone. And please, take one of the girls feigning for Lachlan. I beg of you." You laugh, leading Simon to pull you into a hug.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He sighs, pulling away to take another hit. "Want a hit?" He asks, referring to the blunt in hand.

"God I'd love one, I feel myself coming back." You say appreciatively, taking the blunt from him. You take a long draw, blowing it out before going back for another.

"Hey (Y/N)! I uh, I need you!" Lachlan yells much too loudly for the party, making you jump and immediately begin coughing on the smoke you just inhaled incorrectly.

"Hey, hey are you okay?" Simon asks, taking the blunt from you and now rubbing your back to try and get you to breathe right again.

"I'm gonna be okay." You cough. "I gotta go see what he wants, but we'll chat later, yeah?" You say apologetically, knowing Simon wanted to talk.

"No worries, go see your hunk." He winks, making you laugh.

"What do you need, Lachlan?" You ask, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Nevermind, it's not important." He says, shrugging out of your embrace.

"Are you, um are you good?" You question confusedly, trying to get him to look at you but he refuses to acknowledge you right now.

"Yup, I'm fine. Go share a blunt with Simon again, you seemed to be having fun." He coldly replies, leaving you dumbfounded. "I'm just drunk, don't worry about me." He adds.

"What are you even saying? Simon's having a rough time mentally right now, that's all." You try, grabbing Lachlan's elbow to make him look at you.

"No don't even start with me. Go flirt with my friends some more, leave me be." He pulls away his arm from you, walking away to get another beer.

"What the fuck just happened?" You ask nobody in particular.

"I think he's jealous you shared a blunt with Simon." Harry giggles at you, beer in hand and obviously drunk.

"I shared a blunt with Simon, I didn't fuck him. I don't get what there is to be jealous about." You mumble, sitting on the futon next to Harry.

"Look I don't know, but I don't want him getting pissy with me for talking to you." Harry says, putting both his hands in the air to clearly show he isn't touching you, spilling beer all over the both of you in the process. "Shit, 'm sorry!" He says, handing you a paper plate to wipe the drink off you.

"It's fine." You sigh. "I gotta get a new shirt." You mumble, getting off the futon and walking over to Lachlan who is chatting with Jerome.

"I know you don't want to talk to me, but I need one of your shirts. Harry spilled his drink all over me." You say softly, not trying to make him any more upset than he clearly is by you.

"You know where they are, help yourself." He says, looking you over to see the damage. "How the fuck did he spill that much on you, what were you doing?" He questions accusingly.

"Oh my god, if you're gonna think I'm cheating on you all of the time, I really need to leave." You say in defeat, walking away from him and over to his dresser. You grab a hoodie from it, storming upstairs to use that bathroom because you're pretty sure Mitch and Jess are fucking right now.

"I-I'm sorry (Y/N), I know we're supposed to stay in our rooms but-" Lachlan's brother says, in fear you'll be mad.

"I don't care, Mitch. It's fine, no worries." You smile though you just want to scream about how much of an idiot his brother is being.

"What happened to your shirt?" He asks, noticing the stain covering your shirt.

"One of Lachlan's buddy's spilled soda on me. I just need to change, and I think I'm gonna go home actually. I'm... Not feeling too good." You make up as an excuse.

"I know you guys are drinking beer, I'm not that stupid." His brother laughs. "But you shouldn't drink and drive." He informs you.

"Okay, you're right it's beer on my shirt, but I’m going to walk home, because I haven't been drinking." You comfort him, leaving out how you've been smoking pot all night.

"I'll let you change, I'm sorry if my brother pissed you off. He can be a dick." Mitch says boldly, reading through your excuse.

"It'll be fine." You smile, walking past him to change into Lachlan's blue Nike hoodie you grabbed. When you walk out of the bathroom, Simon is standing there waiting.

"Sorry if I got you in trouble with him." Simon apologizes, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about it. I'll deal with him later, but I'm gonna go home for tonight. I'll see you in school Monday, yeah? We can talk when we're all sobered up." You smile, letting him walk into the bathroom as you go downstairs. You quietly throw your shirt into your bag, collecting your phone and it's charger, as well as putting your shoes on.

"Where are you going?" Harry calls out, bringing all attention on you before you could make your silent escape.

"I'm just uh, I'm gonna head home. I'm not feeling too well." You say, dangling your house keys in your hand.

"I call bullshit!" Harry yells. "Sorry I spilled my drink on you, don't leave over that." He apologizes, attempting to stand but failing.

"No I really just don't feel well, I need to get out of here." You say half honestly, briefly looking to Lachlan. "So uh, bye everybody." You awkwardly wave, turning to leave.

"Hang on, let me talk to you." Lachlan says, rushing over to be a step behind you. "Let's go into the laundry room for some privacy." He says, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you in there. As soon as you're in there, you jump up to sit on his dryer.

"What is there to talk about Lachlan, do you think I fucked Simon upstairs while I was changing now?" You say fuming now that his friends aren't around.

"Simon's upstairs too?" He asks, a flash of worry crossing his face.

"Oh my god! I'm done, I'm going home. I cannot believe you right now." You say, going to move but he stops you by walking in front of your exit, keeping you trapped on the dryer as he stands between your hips.

"Hang on, let me talk please!" He almost shouts, panic crossing his face. "Look, I'm sorry I know I'm crazy, I really do, I just... I don't want to lose you the way I lost Sam. I can't go through that again, because when she cheated on me, I started smoking pot. I don't even know what I'd do if you did, I'm fully in love with you past a point of recovery." He sighs, looking down at the ground as he refers to his ex you've briefly heard of.

"You're not crazy, Lachlan." You say softly, caressing his cheek, slowly lifting his face to look at you. "I would never do anything to hurt you, I wouldn't. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing I hurt you in any way even fractionally as much as she did, okay? I love you, and I would never hurt a person I love. Especially you, over anyone." You try and get through to him.

"I'm just afraid of losing you." He says, tears building in his eyes. "I love you so, so much, so fucking much, please don't leave tonight... You're the only one I don't want to leave tonight, I wanna wake up and have you here with me tomorrow and honestly I want all of my friends to fucking leave so I can just be with you and stop being on edge every other second." He sniffles, trying to hide the tears from you.

"I'm so sorry you've been hurt like this Lachlan, it breaks my heart." You tell him, pulling him in a hug, letting him silently cry into your shoulder. "I love you, but I can't be essentially accused of cheating every second I'm talking to a guy. Simon needed somebody to talk to, that's why I was talking to him. Sharing a blunt means nothing, okay? And Harry just spilled his drink on me while trying not to flirt with me, because he didn't want to upset you. Nobody was trying to sleep with me and in no way was I trying to sleep with anyone." You tell him as you hold him to you.

"I know and I can't put my insecurities on you I just, I don't know what to think when I see you with somebody else, why wouldn't you want somebody else? I'm not as good as Harry or Simon and I-" Lachlan starts, pulling away from your shoulder to look at you, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"I need you to see why I would never leave you, ever. I fucking love everything about you. I love how you remember every single one of my favorite songs and I love how you always selflessly ask where I want to order for dinner even though you know I'm indecisive. And you know exactly how to push my buttons just enough before you stop. I love how you let me over no matter what time of day it may be, because you know I don't always feel right in my home. I love how you know how to fuck me in a way only you're able to, you make sure each and everytime is perfect for me. I don't know how I could leave you, because I'd never be able to find someone who loves me as much as you do." You tell him, brushing your fingers through his hair as you confide in him.

"I need you forever." He says, crashing his lips against yours again, pulling you off of the dryer and helping you wrap your legs around him.

"Good thing you'll have me forever." You pant when you pull away, having him put your feet back on the ground.

"Do you still want to go home?" He asks with a pout.

"I suppose I'll stay, but your friends have to go. I think we both need some cuddles ASAP." You tell him, holding his hand.

"I think we both need something a little more than cuddles." Lachlan says, squeezing your hand while giving you a teasing smile.

"We'll see." You sigh, leading him back into his 'room'. "Depends on if you make tonight up to me." You tease, sitting on the futon already cuddling up to Lachlan.

"So you guys made up?" Jerome questions, noticeably relieved at the sight of you.

"Not fully yet, but we can't until you leave. So get your asses out of my house soon, please." Lachlan says, making you laugh before burying your face in his shoulder in embarrassment.

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