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fernshawart · 2 years

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How to write a cane user character

(Written by a cane user)

A few months ago, I wrote a small guide on good disabled characters and why they were good that gathered quite the attention, and I thought that doing another more specific guide this time would be interesting for writers or just people that are curious ! This guide will include general informations, some things to do, some things to avoid and some ideas that might revolve cane users's lives.

Things to know about cane users

Cane users are pretty diverse, and putting us in little boxes usually isn't the best idea if you want to make a character that has substance and isn't just "the disabled one". Here some infos about cane users that might be helpful knowledge !

Canes don't have ages. Most cane users in media are portrayed to be old, but truly, anyone can have the need to wield a cane ! I've been using mine ever since I was 17.

Can users can have a large variety of problems for their canes. Some canes are used to avoid pain from effort. Some canes are used for balance purposes. Some canes are to make walking less exhausting (works the same as walking sticks !) And sometimes, it's multiple problems at once.

Not everyone needs their cane 24/7. Some always need it, some can make small efforts without it but overall often need it, and some people, like me, can spend quite a lot of time without it. I almost never use my cane in my house, and mostly take it outside !

People with canes can run. We're not necessarily slow, I'm even faster than a lot of my friends.

Not using a cane can come with consequences, but not always. Some people might be able to walk without a cane but then suffer horrible consequences, but for others, canes are just a commodity for specific occasions.

Canes don't have to be looked down upon. Look at some characters with canes that look cool as hell ! Arsène Lupin, Roguefort Cookie, Brook ... Their canes serve their style !

We can be pretty healthy. Some people can have canes just because they were born with a bent leg and that's it. Our cane doesn't define our health status.

Canes aren't a curse. Think of them as something positive. It's a tool to make our lives better. You don't see someone sitting on a chair and think "awh, it's sad that they need a chair". It's more something like "hey it's cool that this chair is here so they can sit down"

Things to do

Make them use their cane. And when I mean use, I mean that canes are just funky long sticks usually made out of metal. Have fun with it ! Let them use it as a weapon ! Trust me, one hit in the knees with a cane and you're DOWN. Use it to reach stuff that's too high for everyone ! Have fun. Be creative.

Let them decorate their cane. It's an extension of their body ! You usually put on clothes that you like, don't you ? It's the same for a cane. If they like cutesy stuff, let them paint in it pastel colors ! If they like a more flashy style, add some stickers on it ! If they're a fancy person, give them a beautiful crafted cane with jewels on it !

You can make them a little shy or uneasy about their cane. Some people don't feel worthy of confident enough to wield one. It's not rare to see people think they're "not disabled enough to do so"

But on the other hand, you can do the complete opposite !! Make them proud of that cane ! Make them act like they're feeling pretty and more confident with it ! One thing i like to think about with my own cane is that I look like a cool gentleman. That boosted my confidence immensely.

Things to avoid

Don't make it their whole world. And by that, I do not mean that their cane shouldn't be a defining trait of their personality. Think of Toph from ATLA. She is blind, and you usually can't think of her character without describing her as blind. However, that isn't her entire personality trait. Make cane users have a goal in life, friends who enjoy them for who they are and not just pity them, have fun ... Don't just make them the disabled one.

Don't try to make the character's life just a plain disaster unless it's the focus of your story and you really know what you're talking about. Having a character who's always in pain, who feels bad about relying on their cane and/or who's angry at the entire world for being disabled is a REALLY tricky subject to use if you don't want them to be either a mass of unhappiness and angst for no good reason or some inspirational porn of the character who inside is deeply tortured but outside keeps up a facade because they shouldn't cry to avoid making others uneasy.

Do not, and I repeat, do NOT try to heal them, especially in a magical way. Bad idea. A lot of disabled people's goal isn't to be healed. It's to live a normal life. Making it so the ultimate goal for them is to be healed makes it as if they were worthless as long as they were disabled. Making their situation better physically or mentally is one thing. Curing them completely is really bad. "But some disabled folks want to be cured !" True, true. But if you are able bodied, I'm not sure if you can have the right mind to understand all of the complex details about this situation that leads to someone's life choices and the end result may look like you think the only thing that can make disabled people happy is being freed from their condition. I think it's best to just avoid it altogether. If you need a more nuanced idea, try to give them a solution that still has a few downs ! For exemple, a prosthetic that feels like a real arm, acts like a real arm and basically replaces it perfectly is a full cure. But a prosthetic that takes time to adjust to, needs repairs sometimes and doesn't look 100% like an arm can be a better narrative choice

Smaller thing, but don't make the handle uneasy to wield if you draw the character design. You can decorate most of the cane, but if you have chunky spiky decorations on the place you're supposed to clench your hand over, you're gonna hurt yourself. I've seen quite a lot of jewel handles or sculpted metal handles and usually their not good. If it's detailed metal, your hand will end up cramped in little parts and it can hurt. If it's a jewel, it's so easy for it to slip out of your hand it's unpractical.

List of tropes/ideas of scenes/details about canes to help you write new situations !

If you walk with a cane during winter, you can't put your hand in your jacket to get warm and there's a high chance your hand will get freezing. So after a long walk, you get an excuse for another character to hold their hand and warm them up.

If the handle is metallic, you get the opposite problem during summer. You can burn yourself so easy ! Easy accident if you want someone to help and get closer to the disabled person without it necessarily involving their disability.

Canes are SUPER useful when you're walking upon heights. They make things really easy, just like hiking poles on mountains ! I live on volcanoes and whenever we clim on a harsh slope, I'm always the first to get up there. Good moment for your character to get a boost of confidence if they get all the way up somewhere before their friends !

The first time using your cane feels magical. If you have chronic pains, it makes you feel like your pain disapear. If you can't walk right, it feels like everything is suddenly alright. The moment where a character chooses to wield a cane can be huge for character development. It's a moment of fear because of the impact a cane has on their appearance, but also a moment of confidence and relief.

Canes fall. All the time. And after a while, it becomes fucking comical. Trust me, putting a cane against the wall, seeing it fall and doing it three times again in a row while it doesn't want to stay up makes you embarrassed but also makes you want to laugh because of how stupid it looks.

When you get a cane, you stop being invisible. When you walk outside, generally speaking, people don't look at you. They don't care about you. But when you get a cane, people start to stare at you for no other reasons that you have a cane. Half of them are just curious, especially if you're young. The other half has a very specific look. The "oh, you poor thing" look. Which is, trust me, particularly awful to get, especially when you're just existing and doing nothing special. How does your character react to this ? How do they feel about it ?

I believe that is all I had in mind. I may add some more details in the future if I get other ideas, but this should already be a good start. I would be thrilled to answer questions if you have some, either in my askbox or through DMs.

I will tag this post with characters holding canes that aren't necessarily considered cane users but that some people may be interested in writing as such. Feel free to tell me if you'd like to see tags being added !

Edit : I'm highly encouraging everyone to look at the tag section under this post where a lot of other can users are sharing their experiences !!

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stars-for-circe · 4 months

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Student teacher!Abby Headcannons

Part 1, Part 2

tags / cw: AFAB reader, reader has a sister, just pure fluff honestly, teacher!Abby

Student teacher!Abby who always wanted to get a career in education after her favourite teacher retired, to make school a fun experience for other students just like her teacher had done for Abby.

Student teacher!Abby who finds her students adorable, and always looks forward to teaching her first graders every morning. Initially, elementary school wasn’t her first choice, but since the Highschool had no more spots for student teachers, she was moved.

Student teacher!Abby whose favourite subject was definitely science, and when she got into highschool it was biology. She was totally her father’s daughter because she loved learning about anatomy and living things - if she didn’t become a teacher she would have followed her father’s footsteps into medical school.

Student!teacher Abby who loves when the main teacher lets her take the reigns when it’s time to teach science - her heart warming when all the students look at her with wide, interested eyes as she explains how something in the body works and why it does that.

Student!teacher Abby who always noticed when a particular student stayed more focused than the others as she taught science. Instead of the usual oohs and ahs, there were nods of understanding and narrowed eyes in thought. She, the student, almost reminded Abby of herself when she was in elementary school.

Student teacher!Abby who always glanced at her first when she asked if there were any questions, happy to indulge in the little girl’s curiosity before any other student’s. It made Abby feel proud that she was capable of teaching her favourite subject to little kids who would learn to love it just as much as she did.

Student teacher!Abby whose heart swelled so much when the girl said she wanted to be a doctor when she was a grownup. She felt so happy that she inspired her favourite student to such an extent.

Student teacher!Abby who usually left school before pickup, but stayed until the end of the day to mark the spelling tests her students had completed.

Student teacher!Abby who watched all the students slowly trail out of the classroom in her peripheral as she marked the papers, adding ticks and stickers to each correct word, and crosses and words of encouragement to the incorrect ones.

Student teacher!Abby who noticed the girl standing half hidden behind the classroom door, shifting her stance and fiddling with her hands.

Student teacher!Abby who asks if she’s alright, and if anyone is there to pick her up from school - the time now being 40 minutes after class ended.

Student teacher!Abby who nods in understanding as the girl explains her dad should be picking her up soon, but doesn’t know why he’s this late.

Student!teacher Abby who beckons the girl over to help her mark the tests while they wait for her dad to come, the girl giggling at how her classmates spell simple words, with Abby trying not to giggle too much and instead lightly scolding her - only to give up as they mark a boys paper that went from wrong answers to crudely drawn dinosaurs on the lines in defeat

Student!teacher Abby whose head shoots up at a soft knock on the door, watching as the girl runs up and hugs someone while shouting their name - someone who is definitely not the girls dad.

Student teacher!Abby who stares starstruck at you, the prettiest girl she’s ever seen, before she realises that you’re the girls older sister. Her absolutely gorgeous older sister who is looking her way and now she’s panicking.

Student teacher!Abby who tries and fails to regain her composure as your sister drags you over, ecstatic that she gets to introduce you both. Abby stumbled over her words as she stutters out that the resemblance between you two is uncanny, making you giggle slightly as you tell her your name.

Student teacher!Abby who thinks that it’s the perfect name for a perfect girl, but panics immediately after as the look of surprise appearing on your face confirms she accidentally said that aloud.

Student teacher!Abby who send a nervous glance at your little sister, who fortunately seems too busy in packing her bag to hear what she had just said to you, as you stutter out a shy thanks.

Student teacher!Abby who is just too embarrassed after that whole endeavour to continue talking, so the two of you settle on a comfortable silence while locking eyes for far too long for you to be straight, she thinks.

Student teacher!Abby who doesn’t realise how close you two had gotten during your encounter until your sister dropping her bag at the teachers desk makes you both jump apart in alarm, too nervous to look at each other again.

Student teacher!Abby who watches you hopelessly as you grab your little sisters hand and hightail it out of the classroom while yelling out a shaky goodbye.

Student teacher!Abby who groans internally at how nervous she acted around you, before letting out a whispered “fuck” when she realises she didn’t get your number, and may never see you again.

Student teacher!Abby who is now determined to cross paths with you at least once more, because god forbid she lets the most perfect girl she’s ever met out of her grasp just like that.

And finally,

Your sister who finds it rather odd how much Abby has been asking about you ever since she introduced you both, and even odder that when she comes home, you have to hide your smile at the class photo she shows you. She follows your gaze to Abby in the photo, you for some reason weirdly focused on that orange, white, and pink pin on Abby’s jacket. But hey, maybe you just like those colours or something.

#abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #the last of us #abby tlou #tlou2 #sapphic #wlw #lesbian #bisexual

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dcxdpdabbles · 6 months

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Cave Boy Danny is a dad and that one fact makes Tim less suspicious of him.

Because the contingency plan for Bruce is his kids. It's also really concerning HOW young Bruce is a parent. (How old is he?!)

And this story won't be complete without Dani showing up to cause mayhem while calling for her Father.

She commits to the bit without even knowing all the details. Or the bit.

So, in Cave Au, I had planned to have Danny call Dani, his adoptive sister, instead of his daughter to make the Waynes much more nervous about him, but I'll write a different Au for you to make up for it.

Dani Fenton is the new kid in Tim's class. She's moved with her single father, Daniel Fenton, from a small town in Minnesota. At first, there is not much to her, even with her large brian.

She's a scholarship girl with a mind for chemistry that could make any scientist green with envy. Her uniform must be better tailored, likely second-hand, because it hangs loosely around her body as if made for a taller girl. She doesn't talk to other students, often popping in headphones when they are dismissed to the next class or during breaks.

Most of Gotham Acadamy doesn't want to interact with her, and she's completely fine with returning the sentiment. Personally, Tim only noticed her because she had a Dumpty Humpty sticker on her laptop.

He's surprised to find anyone in his generation who even heard the band, much less enjoyed it enough to have merchandise. It was a rock band that was popular twenty years ago when Bruce was a teenager.

Tim only knows about them because Bruce sometimes puts them on when he wants to work on any Bat vehicles.

He recognized her sticker, but it wasn't a reason to go over and start a conversation with her. The only action this realization caused was Tim pulling up his playlist and pressing one of Dumpty Humpty's songs.

No, what caused him to talk to her was an incident that happened three weeks after she arrived at Gotham Acadamy. It's a well-known fact that scholarship kids were picked on. Even though Waynes attempted to curb the bullying, it still happened to the kids they gave financial assistance to.

Tim had stumbled across a group of girls surrounding Dani by the soccer field. She was sitting on the grassy hill overlooking the field, and around her were various art supplies. Dani had likely been painting when the girls had rudely interrupted her.

It didn't take any of his Bat training to see how they were mocking her, and he sped up just as one girl reached out to try and snatch her screech book out of her hand.

The key word being tried.

Dani had been much faster, for she not only tugged her book out of the bully's reach but also kicked out the feet from under the girl in the same motion.

"Nice try." Dani taunted, her accent just peeking through. "Now, do me a favor and get your daddy to buy you a yacht you can't drive instead of bothering me."

"At least my Dad has money!" The other girl screeched.

Dani snorted. "Oh boy, you really cut me where it hurts. How will I ever recover from that comeback?"

"You Bitch!" A blond girl yelled. Tim knows her. Tina Lumière, the youngest of Harry Lunmiere- a family who ran luxurious vacation services. A family that was always quick to lure in investors. She's been trying to flirt with Tim since Bruce took him in, convinced he'll fund her family business if she bats her eyelashes hard enough.

Tim hates interacting with her.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I'm a poor bitch that won't amount to anything, and I need to stay away from Timbo Dragon so you can go make rich stupid babies with him."

"That's not his name-"

"Look, I only have one day of the school week where I have a free period, and you're wasting it on this." Dani waves her hand around the group with an over-exaggerated squint. "I mean, honestly, why would I go after some guy? I'm a lesbian."

"You are?" The brunette in the circle of bullies asks, with too much interest. Dani sends her a wink, and the girl actually blushes. Tim is suddenly reminded of Steph, and that causes him to smile.

"That's not his name!" Tina shouts, stepping in between the flirting girls. Dani's face clouds over in distaste as she continues. "His name is Timothy Drake. I know you're lying about not being interested in him! I saw you staring at him in biology."

"I was looking at his rock band sweater. It's a band my dad likes-"

"Shut up!" Tina slaps Dani across the face, seemingly smug, but it doesn't last long since the raven-haired girl springs up with a nasty right hook.

It hits Tina right in the eye, knocking the girl down like her friend. She screams, which triggers all her friends to jump at Dani. Despite being smaller and outnumbered, Dani gives as good as she gets, throwing a girl over her shoulder and punching another in the throat.

Tim picked up his speed, walking into a fast run. He barely has the mind to pull out his phone and point it in the group's direction. "Hey, break it up! Break it up!"

The two holding onto Dani's hair let go like they've been burned. If a teacher had tried to stop the fight, they wouldn't have gotten far, but Tim is a Wayne. They have much more power than some poor staff.

"Tim," Tina wails. Her eye is already starting to bruise. She's going to look terrible for a while while it heals. "She attacked me!"

"No, she didn't," He says, rolling his eyes. He waves his phone at them. "Don't lie. I recorded the whole thing. Also, harassing others is super unattractive."

He didn't, but they don't know that. Tina's face falls apart as he helps Dani get her things and then escorts her to the main building. He doubts that will stop her harassment, but hopefully, it will detain them long enough for him to find a better solution.

"Thanks," Dani says after they finish walking. "That was cool of you."

"Don't mention it." He gives her a standard Wayne-dizzy smile. "What of mine sweater were you talking about?"

She grins. "The Dumpty Humpty one.'

"Oh yeah, that's my dad's. He loves the band."

Her eyes light up. "Mine does, too. Maybe we can get our dads to meet and discuss it."

Great. Dani Fenton was another opportunist trying to get Bruce to meet her parents. Pity.

"I'm sure there will be a chance in the future. Maybe the parent-teacher conferences, we'll run into each other," He says with a laugh, not giving her a direct answer. Dani nods and then walks off to her next class. He reports the girls, compiles enough evidence, and when he's sure the school will step in, he doesn't think about the afternoon.

Then, four months later, it's parent-teacher conferences. Bruce and Tim are just about finished visiting all his teachers, that are falling over themselves to get on Brucie's good side when Dani appears, dragging her dad behind her.

"That's him." She says, and Daniel's face lights up.

"You're the Dumpty Humpty fan?" He asks Bruce. His dad has no choice but to play along even though Tim knows he's dead tired and wants to go home.

"Of course. Who doesn't love a good Fairy Tale Ending to listen to on the way home?" Bruce laughs, and Daniel's grin widens.

"That's great, but I like Bloody Prince Charming more. Daniel Fenton, by the way." He holds his hand, and Bruce shakes it slightly more interest now. It's not that Dumpty Humpty isn't just old; it wasn't popular in this part of the country, so it's even rarer to find fans in Gotham.

"Bruce Wayne."

"Nice to meet ya!" Daniel chirps- seeing anyone other than Dick be that cheerful is odd. "Wish we can talk more, but I got to get to this one's art class."

"Of course," Bruce says, even though he's surprised they walked away so quickly without asking for anything more of them. Most try swinddle a second meeting somehow.

Dani waves Tim goodbye, and the Fentons are off down the hall, chatting between them in ordinary, eased tones. It's odd but a forgotten interaction for Tim after a few days.

Not so much for Bruce.

Tim finds out a month later that Bruce not only met up with Mr. Fenton again but even asked for his number on their second meeting. Then the two men went out for dinner, went to the mall, went shopping, and even did some charity fundraiser together.

Bruce would often message Daniel that it felt like he was the new teenager. Tim still did not think it odd.

Only when Damian burst into his room, dragging the rest of their siblings in. The youngest had called on a sibling meeting to discuss a new issue that worried him about Bruce.

"Tim, who is Father's suitor, and what are his intentions with Father?" The boy asked after everyone had settled.

"What?"

"Babybat has a point. I haven't seen Bruce this interested since Catwoman first appeared," Dick added. "I really hope this lover sticks around."

"What lover?" Tim questions Jason, who shrugs.

"A Daniel Fenton? The old man has been going steady with him for about a month now. Haven't you noticed? You were the one that introduced him."

"No, I've been focused on the Phantom case," Tim says, gesturing to the board covered in red yarn and a news clipping of the new hero.

Phantom had appeared a while back, going through the city and helping the little people. He's even harder to catch a glimpse of then Batman, but he's been helping to slowly cut down the pity crime and muggings, letting the Bats focus on the big guns like the Rouges.

The Bats had been trying to pin him down to offer assistance and gradated for all his hard work. They just catch him since Phantom is a meta and always slips away at the last second.

"Whatever the case may be." Damian started up again. "We must protect Father from those with less than honorable intentions."

"Hear, Hear," Steph and Duke cry, lifting up their juice boxes that Cass had passed out. It wasn't a proper sibling meeting without snacks.

"He can't be all bad," Tim said. "He's a single father."

"Having a kid makes him more worthy?"

"In my experience, step-parents have been really great." But Dana was incredible like that, so maybe Tim put too much faith in Bruce's dating life.

They all agree to closely monitor Daniel Fenton and his daughter Dani. There may be more than meets the eye.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Single Dad Au #The bat kids are always keeping a eye on Bruce's dating life #spirit halloween #Danny and Dani are just vibbing #In which Dani flew into the ghost zone to explore and found out time warped so she missed twenty years back home #Danny pretends to be her dad to give her a ID #Yes Danny is the Spiderman of Gotham

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spider-pvnk · 4 months

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hobie & his monster high gf

punk rocker activist hobie brown and his gf that grew up loving monster high

- the correlation between the two sounds nonexistent, but just walk with me!!

- y/n & the same monster high that teaches kids that you should embrace everything that makes you odd, because it makes you you???

- and she takes this valuable lesson from her youth and ingrains it in everything about her???

- the way she dresses, the way she styles her hair, the way she treats literally everybody???

- you’re his bread and butter fr

- hobie & the cool looking girl from his old modeling agency, with the somewhat smudged dark eye makeup that just works for her, the one with a million rings and chains adorning her outfit, the funky hair that’s black and green one day, and bright pink the next time he sees her

- hobie & the cool looking girl from his old agency who quits a few months after he does because she refuses to represent an previously alternative agency that started demanding the same cookie cutter models as the rest

- hobie & the cool looking girl from his old agency who he spots after one of his shows and absolutely has to talk to her

- y/n, who’ll strike up a conversation with anyone about whatever because she’s just cool like that, and hobie falling into interesting, deep conversation like they’ve been friends for years

- hobie, who starts keeping an eye out, always searching for his new cool friend, who isn’t hard to spot at all because her style of dress just won’t allow it

- hobie and y/n, who quickly become hobie&y/n, feeling as though they’re meant to know each other, destined to be friends

- hobie, who’ll show up at y/n’s place at some wild hour of the night, bruised and bloody, and y/n who opens the window and asks no questions, but makes many comments

- hobie, who’s crashed on y/n’s couch so many times that he’s probably slept there more than at his own place, and y/n, who didn’t mind the first time it happened and doesn’t mind at all now

- the nights of him just crashing turn into fulling on sleepovers, during one of which where she introduces him to the scripture, aka ‘monster high: new ghoul @ school’, the movie that started the formation of her very philosophy

- hobie, who is now unironically a clawdeen stan

- hobie, who in the middle of ‘monster high: why do ghouls fall in love?’ asks if his cool best friend would like to go on a date, to which she agrees enthusiastically

- hobie & monster high loving y/n who fall into their romantic relationship just as easily, if not more, than their friendship

- hobie & his monster high gf, who he let’s practice make up looks on, sometimes leaving it on if he’s feeling it

- hobie & his monster high gf having a shared shoe collection because platforms and boots are staples in both of their wardrobes, but also ridiculously expensive

- hobie & his monster high gf, who have plenty of date nights that consist of solely styling each other in monster high coded outfits and binge watching the movies and webisodes

- hobie & his monster high gf, who’s eyes light up when he presents her with carefully crafted, homemade monster high merch

- hobie, who would make his monster high gf so many pins and patches and stickers, eventually she’d have more homemade monster high merch than official

- hobie & his monster high gf, who are each other’s biggest cheerleaders

#hobie brown—#hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie x you #hobie x reader

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plainemmanem · 2 years

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Can you do a Steve Harrington request about to kiss trope with the dialogue “you’re staring” “so are you”?

stevie in his silly little family video vest with his silly little name-tag, answering his silly little calls with his silly little customer service voice <3

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You’re so fucking pretty.

It hurts, honestly. When Steve’s eyes trail over to you at work.

It’s painful.

You’re not even doing anything. You’re literally restocking the shelves and you look so fucking beautiful it hurts.

Light streams in from the front window, illuminating your skin. The beauty marks and imperfections up your arms, your wrists, your collarbones.

It takes everything in him not to reach out and feel your warmth every shift.

The front door opens with a ding, indicating a customer, but Steve can’t tear his eyes away from you. The door closes, letting in a gust of wind and ruffling the soft ends of your hair, shooting a shiver up your spine. His hand clenched the mouse a bit tighter upon seeing the slight goosebumps traveling up your arm.

He tears his eyes away for a brief moment to keep up appearances, glancing at the computer screen. His eyes are back on you a second later, his teeth nibbling at his bottom lip as he watches you scratch at an old sticker on one of the tapes absentmindedly.

Your uniform is a little tattered, your shirt hangs off one of your shoulders and a bit of your bra strap peaks out at him. A hand comes up to readjust your neckline as you crouch down to start on the tapes on the bottom shelf.

Old, scuffed sneakers adorn your feet, and Steve nearly loses his mind when he notices the socks you have on. They have a ruffled edge, hugging your ankle, and little hearts peak up over your shoe as you kneel down.

His eyes were back on the computer screen again, not even reading the words, just scanning his eyes across letters and hoping that his staring isn’t too obvious. He’s been harboring a crush ever since you started.

When Robin had mentioned a few weeks ago that one of her friends would be applying, Steve’s curiosity was peaked, and it was all downhill from there.

“What’s she like?” He leaned onto the counter right next to her suggestively, one arm holding him up and the other resting on his hip. A brow quirked up.

As she scribbled in 4-down, she glanced up at him. She caught his overly-interested gaze, immediately slamming her puzzle book closed.

"No! No, Steve, don't even give me that look," she scolded, a warning hand held up in his direction as she walked away from the counter and towards the back room.

Steve's face dropped to pure confusion.

"What?" he shouted at her retreating form. "What look?"

Robin spun abruptly, shooting him a stern look and an accusatory finger.

"That look you get anytime I mention anyone I know who's a girl." She was stalking back over to him now, angrily. "You get this, this... King Steve look all over your face and I will not be indulging you this time-"

She spun again, heading to the back room with much more purpose than before. Steve quickly followed after her.

"'King Steve look? Wh-"

Robin continued her previous rant, cutting him off over her shoulder.

“I am not letting you get your grubby little guy hands all over her. I actually like this girl; she's cool and funny, and way outta your league might I add-"

"Thanks-"

Robin swings the back door open, dropping it in Steve's face. He catches it with his palm, mouth pressing into an annoyed line.

"And I don't want our friendship to be ruined because you... tainted her."

She stalked towards the cart full of returns and white-knuckled the handle bar, once again shooting Steve a warning look.

"C'mon now, 'tainted' seems a little harsh-"

"And she could possibly be coming to work here, and I just don't wanna ruin the one good girl friendship I have right now."

She was still clearly annoyed, but her face fell a little in defeat, well aware of Steve's track record with the other girls Robin's introduced him to.

Ever since Nancy, Steve's been a bit of a player. A bad one, but a player none the less. The most recent girl was Louise — Robin's lab partner. Robin hasn't talked to Louise in a while, not after Steve's disastrous date with her last Friday. Chemistry has been particularly awkward.

Steve's face fell at Robin's concern. He really did feel bad about Louise, and all the other girls Robin's had to cut ties with because of him.

"Right..." Steve stuffed his hands into his jeans, sneaker scuffing the grimy carpet beneath his feet. "Yeah, right, I'm sorry." He looked up at her seriously, hoping to get across his sincerity without too many words.

"It's alright, Steve. I... I know things have been kinda weird for you."

Nancy. Everything led back to Nancy, and Steve was sick of it.

He took a tentative step towards her, arm coming out to grab onto her elbow, fixing her with a serious gaze.

"No funny business from me, alright? Nothing more than a handshake, I swear."

She gave him a half-hopeful, half-skeptical look, before letting out a breath.

"Promise?" she questioned, sticking her pinky up to him.

He latched his pinky with hers, squeezing just a tad.

"Promise."

Turns out, that promise would grow painfully difficult to keep.

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You'd only been working at Family Video for about two weeks, and already Steve was a lovesick puppy around you. Of course, he always denied it, but it seemed to be obvious to just about everyone just how helpless he was for you.

Always offering you rides to work, even though you lived twenty minutes out of his way. Hiding any mistakes you make from Keith, even if it means staying an hour late to rearrange the horror section. Hell, he'd give you the shirt off his back if you asked.

But, today had been particularly challenging. It was just you, Robin, and Steve.

"Why don't you take a picture?" Robin huffs, dropping a stack of tapes on the counter next to the computer. Steve’s eyesquickly snap from you to the exasperated girl beside him. "It'll last longer." She mutters to him, turning around to peak over at you.

Steve's cheeks felt hot, but he tried to play it cool, eyes now locked with the computer screen.

"I dunno what you mean." His attempt to sound causal comes out a little stilted and he winced a little to himself.

"Oh, please," she grunts as she hops up on the counter. "You moon after her just about every time you see her. I'm surprised she hasn't quit yet."

A nervous chill runs up his spine and his blood runs cold, both at the idea of you quitting and the idea that you possibly know of his little crush. Sure, you’ve dropped a few sneaky hints — little remarks here and there that you may mirror his affections — but Steve was always too afraid to get his hopes up.

In his peripheral, Steve watches you gather up the rest of the tapes, now making your way towards the counter. He begins running through some lines in his head. How's it going? Too basic. How's restockin'? Too dorky. Have I mentioned I might be in love with you—

"Hey, guys." Your chipper tone rings out as you head behind the counter, your stack of tapes wobbling.

Steve drops the mouse immediately at your voice and turns to look at you — trying extremely hard to appear casual — when he spots the tapes slowly shifting in your arms. He rushes over, grabbing the stack and righting them for you, peeking around to give you a sheepish look.

"Heh, thanks." You shoot him a shy, grateful look as he takes the top half of the stack. "You'd think after working here for two weeks now, I'd get the hang of the whole restocking thing." You laugh nervously and set your half of the tapes on the counter next to Robin, shooting her an embarrassed grimace.

"Oh, don't worry. Stevie, here, has been working here for months now and he still has yet to learn how to hang a window display."

Steve shoots Robin a warning look from behind your back, but his anger drops upon hearing a small giggle leave your lips. You spin back around to face him with a warm smile, arms crossing over your chest smugly.

"That's funny, cause just the other day, our boy Steve said it was you who couldn’t figure it out."

A shocked gasp comes from Robin and you can hear her feet hit the ground as she hops off the counter, then her stomping towards the guilty-looking boy.

"Steve!" She hit him in the shoulder.

"Oow!" He said it almost like a question, like a “What was that for?"

"You." Smack. "Are." Smack. "Such." Smack. "A." Smack. "Dick." Smack.

"Jesus, Robs, could you-" his remark dies on his lips a tad at the sound of your cackling. He gives you a smarmy look as your eyes twist shut and your arms cross your middle in laughter. Quickly, he catches himself staring once again, and turns his annoyance back on Robin. "Could ya not hit me so hard?"

She storms off towards the back once again.

"Please?" Steve calls out after her, arms raised theatrically in the air. He turns his gaze back on you, fixing you with an exasperated look. But, he can’t stay mad for long when you're smiling so big at him.

"You just had to tell her, didn't you?" He sighs, a little to exaggeratedly to be genuine, and you chuckle as he turns back to the computer. "I bruise easily, ya know."

You shuffle a bit closer towards him as you peak at the computer screen. The warmth of your front seeps into his arm and his grip on the mouse gets a touch tighter.

"Sorry, but my loyalties lie with her." You tease, reading all the returns on the screen. "Oh, geez, we're not gonna get Dirty Dancing back in? Shit."

"You're telling me you'd pick Robin over me in a fight?" He peaks down at you with furrowed brows. Then he turns back to the screen disappointedly. "Yeah, it sucks. I really liked that one too; Swayze's so fucking cool," he mumbles to himself.

You chuckle at the duel conversations taking place and turn to lean against the counter next to him, a little close for comfort.

"I mean, I've known Robin longer, so yeah, I suppose I’d choose her... You like Swayze? The guy seems a little pompous to me." Your shoulders shrug as you look towards the back of the store, avoiding Steve's gaze. You’re well aware of Steve's love for Swayze.

"Wh— ‘Pompous?' That better mean, 'one of the coolest guys on the planet.' Have you seen him in The Outsiders— You know what— No, you cannot distract me with your distaste for Swayze." He closes his eyes and shakes his head to right himself before turning fully to face you. "You're telling me, just because you've known Robin longer, if I asked you who you liked better, you would pick Robin over me?"

You contemplate for a minute, exaggeratedly - holding your chin and squinting your eyes dramatically.

"Hmm, I dunno. I mean, what do you have to offer that she doesn’t?"

"What do I have— Ok." His hands go up, ready to give you the rundown. "One," he counts out on his fingers, "I'm extremely funny—"

"Well, I feel that goes without saying," you quip.

"Two, I have a car—"

"No explanation needed."

"Three, I'm unbearably generous. I give you half of my lunch every time you forget to bring something—"

"Even though I tell you not to."

"And four, I'm painfully good-looking. Have you seen the hair?"

"And modest, too."

You give him a smug smirk, and he returns it with an irritated look, a smile still creeping onto his features.

You're so smart. And quick-witted. And pretty. And sweet. And— oh god, where is Robin?

Steve breaks eye-contact with you and glances around the store, desperately searching for Robin. He can't be alone with you for this long.

He peaks at his watch. 4:58. Thank god. Two minutes until he can leave. Of course, he doesn't really want to leave. He'd spend all day here with you if he could, but he's been trying really hard to keep things friendly, and he really doesn't know how long he'll be able to contain himself if you keep being so... you.

"You ok?" you question, a touch of concern creeping onto your features.

"Huh?" He looks back at you, eyes wide. "Oh, uh, no, yeah, I'm all good, I think I'm just gonna head out now." He rambles, walking out from behind the counter, a little too quick to be just casual.

"Aren't you gonna clock out?" You ask humorously, tilting your head towards the computer, your forearms resting on the counter coolly.

"Oh," he spins back around, an embarrassed blush crawling up his neck. "Yeah, right."

He shuffles back to the computer and opens the timecard software.

"Duh," he utters to himself absentmindedly, still trying to appear nonchalant.

"Duh." You mimic, a touch of amusement slipping into your tone.

He hits a few stray buttons and clocks himself out, turning to face you one last time.

You're close — really close — and Steve starts to freak out a bit, running his fingers through his hair and taking a tentative step back, bumping into the counter behind him.

"Well, uh," he chuckles nervously, "I-I'll see ya."

A smile ghosts over your features, and you take a small step towards him, just an inch or two away from his front. Leisurely, your warm palm comes up to rest on his bicep, just above the elbow, right on his bare skin.

He goes a bit frantic, eyes snapping down to the spot where you two meet, then back up to your eyes, a touch of helplessness in his expression.

You lean slightly into his chest, dropping your voice an octave, your breath fanning over his neck.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Steve." A little smirk graces over your lips and Steve jerks into action, sliding out from the counter and all but jogging to the front door, your warm touch on his arm still burning his skin.

"Uh, yeah," he raises his voice, walking backwards towards the door to maintain eye contact with you. "Bye! I'll uh, see you tomorrow, ok? Bye, Rob!" He turns on his heel, lifting his hand in the air to wave goodbye to you over his shoulder before he shoves the door open, running out into the parking lot, hands rubbing over his face frustratedly.

Just then, Robin pops out from the back; you're still staring after the vest-clad boy as he hops into his car.

"Someone's in a hurry," she mutters, alluding to his hasty exit. "What was that about?"

You smirk to yourself, watching as Steve rakes another hand through his hair, peaking back at the store and locking eyes with you for a brief moment. He immediately looks away, starting the ignition and peeling out of the parking lot.

A chuckle leaves you.

"Think I make him nervous."

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The next day is even worse.

With Keith hiding away in the back, it's been just you and Steve out front all day.

You definitely know. You have to know the effect you have on him, especially after his behavior yesterday.

Steve's usually never this jumpy, but something about your soft touch and your melodic voice and your sickeningly sweet smell sets him off.

It doesn’t help the store is completely empty.

Absolutely bored out of his mind, Steve gives himself a little shake before focusing back on the computer before him, scanning over the list of names.

The Terminator - 10/10 CHECKED OUT

Pretty In Pink - 8/10 CHECKED OUT

Dirty Dancing - NO LONGER AVAILABLE

Blue Velvet - 6/10 CHECKED OUT

He peeks at his watch. Still about three more hours, and he's already run out of things to do. A sigh rakes through him as he mindlessly turns his eyes back to the log.

Labyrinth - NO LONGER AVAILABLE

True Stories - 1/10 CHECKED OUT

Eyes beginning to glaze over, the words no longer hold any meaning. He's just scrolling and scrolling through the list now, aimlessly trying to appear busy, when some movement behind the screen catches his eye.

Bunches of tapes are being placed in a stack towards the front of the store by gentle, purposeful hands. Your hands.

Today you're wearing your vest over a band t-shirt that Steve doesn't recognize. His jacket is draped over your shoulders - he insisted you use it after he saw your shiver when you walked in today, claiming he wasn't cold, as goosebumps pricked up his arms. The light grey of the jacket pairs well with your dark, bell-bottom jeans, a staple in your wardrobe that Steve has quickly come to recognize. The back pockets have small, embroidered flowers and you love to stick the old stickers on the thigh once you peel them off old returns. New dangly earrings glimmer through your hair as you work. Steve been waiting to mention them; he was just thinking of a non-creepy way to bring it up.

With the display finished, you gathered up the rest of the tapes and extra signs and headed to the counter. Steve quickly made himself look busy.

"Workin' hard or hardly workin'?" You tease as you make your way behind the register, setting the extra supplies on a lower shelf, out of view of the customers.

"Oh, you know me. I just... love doing inventory." He gave you a playful smirk, which you return knowingly.

"I know its a passion of yours," you chuckle and crouch down a bit, riffling through the cupboards until you find what you're looking for.

Steve hums, turning back to the keys and clacking away, trying desperately to get a peek at what you have in his peripheral.

You toss a pen and Robin’s old crossword book on the counter and shoot him a look.

"Think she'll mind?" you ask, leaning against the counter and making yourself comfortable.

Steve shrugs, "We'll just tell her it was Keith."

You chuckle and flip the book open. Your tongue pops out quickly as you lick your index finger for a better grip on the pages. Steve swallows a bit rougher then normal.

"You good at crosswords?" you ask nonchalantly as you flip to an empty page.

"Not particularly. Robin's usually the brains of the operation."

"You wanna help? I'm awful. Maybe if we stick our brainpower together, we'll have one working braincell." You smirk at your own joke and start to read through the clues up the side.

A small hum leaves him as he slides into your side. He's touching you, but only slightly, his jacket brushing against his arm as he leans over your shoulder to read the book himself.

"Ah, 11-down," he points it out on the paper, "'Sunburn treatment.' Sunscreen, easy."

"Steve,” you snort, “11-down is only four letters." You chuckle, filling in the word. Aloe. Peaking over your shoulder, you shoot a smirk his way.

"Right, right. I was just testing you."

"Right, uh-huh. Sure," you mutter, giggling to yourself.

"Ok, ok, here. 26-across.” He’s a bit more confident this time. “'Waterloo singers.' ABBA."

You side-eye him. "You know ABBA, Stevie?"

"Well— I mean, I've heard a couple songs."

Your eyes glint at him. "Right."

"Just fill it in." He huffs, leaning back down over your shoulder to lock eyes with the book.

The smell of your shampoo fills his nose and it takes everything in him not to reach out and pull your hair to the side to get a look at your pretty neck.

Clearing his throat a little, turns back to the stack of things you shoved away earlier under the register.

"Ok, what about this one. 65-across. 'God of Love.'"

He stops and thinks for a moment, stumped.

"I'm terrible with shit like this,” he mutters. “I dunno… Aphrodite?"

"God, Steve, not Goddess. Four letters... Maybe Eros?"

"See. You're smart. Why would you need my help?" he asks, gathering up the supplies for the next display and heading to the front window.

"Cause you looked bored. Thought I might entertain you." You follow after him, crossword and pen still in hand.

Once you reach the window, you grab his arm and stop him, holding the book out towards him.

"Here, trade me," you say, shoving the pen into his hand and taking the supplies from his arms. "I'm better at the display stuff anyways."

Steve blushes just a tad, remembering Robin’s teasing from yesterday.

"Right," he drops his eyes to the puzzle as you start organizing your supplies. "30-across, 'Bubbles.'"

"How many letters?" you grunt, stretching up on your top toes to hang a sign. Your shirt rides up just a tad, your soft skin emerging. His eyes snap back to the book.

"Um, four."

"Suds." You bend down, grabbing the clear masking tape. He fills in the four boxes with the black ink and turns his gaze back to you. Looking down, Steve's stomach flips just a little, noticing the edge soft edge of lace peaking out from your jeans.

Suddenly, the monotonous ring of the phone snaps him out of his thoughts. After a few rings, you turn and glance up at him.

"Gonna get that?" you ask innocently, and he has to stop his thoughts from racing once again.

"Uh, y-yeah, right." He hands you the pen and book and jogs lightly over towards the phone.

Leaning over the counter, he grabs the handset, readying his customer service voice.

"Thank you for calling Family Video, this is Steve." Slowly, he starts extending the cord and working his way around to the back of the counter, keeping the phone clutched to his ear. "How can I help you today?"

"Hello, young man," the woman's old, raspy voice crinkled through the other end and Steve inwardly groaned. "Do you think you could recommend something for an old timer like me?"

Steve rests his elbows, preparing himself for a long conversation.

"Well," he grabs the slinky from the shelf below the register, "do you have anything particular in mind, ma'am?"

"Well… I'm not too sure..."

He sighs silently, shuffling around the slinky and looking back up at you.

You had been staring, and you shoot him a little smile when you lock eyes.

"Old?" you mouth to him exaggeratedly.

He rolls his eyes. "Ancient," he mouths back, much to your amusement. You spin on your heel and start grabbing more signs to hang in the window.

"Well, the first time I called, a young man recommended some war picture. Something about the air force? ‘Top of the Gun’ or something like that." That was most definitely Steve. "I just hated it... And the second time I called, a young woman pointed me towards a charming little picture about a young man in love with his boss's mistress. The one with Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine?" Definitely Robin. "Now, that one was just wonderful. Reminds me of something I would watch as a child. Way back when, movie tickets were only a nickel. A nickel! Can you believe that—"

It seems like the old woman was simply looking for some one to talk to. Steve started zoning out again as the old woman droned on through the headset.

Looking up, he spots you, kneeling down, grabbing the last of the signs and finally standing up a life size cut-out of Howard the Duck.

Steve was staring again.

He couldn’t help it. You were dynamic. He just couldn't tear his eyes off you, even as you crouched down to grab the crossword you set at your feet.

Studying the puzzle, you slowly brought the pen to your lips, nibbling on the end gently, before spinning it in your fingers to scribble in a word or two.

Your movements, your gestures, everything was mesmerizing about you.

Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, you lean against a nearby shelf, continuing your pondering. Your foot bounced on the ground mindlessly as you tapped the pen to your lips, humming some tune to yourself that Steve struggles to make out. Prince? Bananarama? He couldn't quite tell.

As he strained his ears towards you, the old woman's voice slowly started drifting back to him.

"And then, once the price of oil went up in the 70's, no one was prepared for inflation by the time the 80's rolled around. How old are you, young man? You can't be more than, what, 17?"

Too busy staring after you, he quickly jerked back into the conversation.

"Oh- um, uh, I'm 19, ma'am. 20 in April."

"Right. So you've never known what it's like to live through something as scary as the Great Depression. Well, lemme just tell you-"

And she lost him again, his eyes creeping back over to something more interesting.

You were hunched over the crossword, hair draping over your shoulder and hiding your face. Your scribbling was much more intense now. You must be nearly done.

Quickly, you stuffed the pen in your book and gathered up the tape gun and the extra signs and headed to the back of the store. You gave Steve a small scrunch of the nose as you approached and he silently held up his hand, making it talk as he mouthing"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah," earning a giggle from you.

You held up the spare supplies in your hands and nodded towards the backroom, checking to make sure that was their correct storage place. Steve gave you a little nod in confirmation and you shot him a small smile, heading off.

Just as you walked past the counter, a page from your crossword fluttered from the book to the ground.

Still on the phone, Steve was unable to call after you, so instead he lengthened the cord again, shimmying around the counter again, phone still clutched in his hand.

"Uh-huh, right, of course," he mindlessly indulged the woman on the other end as he tucked the handset between his shoulder and his ear, kneeling down to collect the dropped page.

Curious to see if you solved it, he flipped it over, inspecting the small boxes.

The puzzle was certainly complete, but it definitely was not correct.

Every word, down and across, was filled with the words "QUIT STARING" over and over again in your perfect script.

A blush crept up his neck and slithered over his cheeks.

He's been caught.

Nearly dropping the phone, he looks up after you.

There you were, peaking through the break room window, smirking back at him.

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A couple weeks later, and Steve felt like he might pass out.

Tonight's the first night you and Steve would be closing together. Alone. No Robin, no Keith. Just you and him. All afternoon.

He's tried not to think about it — a slow Tuesday night, no one else in the store but you and him, no one else to stop him from doing something rash. Instead, he's been trying all day to keep things as platonic as possible.

But you keep pushing it.

A subtle brush on his arm as you clock in next to him. Your fingers grazing over his as you take a stack of tapes from his hands. Sneaking in between him and a shelf, your back pressing against his front just a bit too hard to be accidental.

He's been really trying to keep his promise with Robin. But his self-restrain was wearing thin.

Somehow, he’s made it all the way to close, only had a few tasks left before he could finally escape your watchful eyes and your sweet perfume and your accidental touches.

Steve quickly locked the doors and you two got to work finishing up any miscellaneous tasks you couldn’t complete earlier.

You were both in the horror section, shelving a plethora of Chopping Mall tapes in a comfortable silence, the soft music over the store's speakers deafened slightly by the rain tapping against the store’s front windows.

"Did you have lunch today, Steve?" you shatter the silence, not turning your attention away from restocking.

He peaks over at you, trying — and failing — to mirror your casual tone.

"Uh… No, I don't think so."

"You don't think so?" you turn to him, and he simply shrugs.

"Forgot it at home," he turns to face you, catching your baffled expression.

"Why didn't you say anything?" you ask, a little hurt.

Another shrug. "Didn't wanna bother you with something stupid like 'I forgot my lunch.'"

You squint your eyes at him a little, expression becoming unreadable. Clasping your fingers into his, and you spin towards the real room.

"C'mere," you huff, pulling him behind you.

Not only is he confused, but now his brain's turned to mush from your hand molded into his.

God, why does he get butterflies just from holding your hand? He's gone soft.

You push open the back door and haul him inside, pushing him gently towards the chair in the back. He sits reluctantly as you spin to grab the brown bag you brought for lunch. Riffling through it for a moment, suddenly you pull out a plump, uneaten orange, waving it beside you with an excited grin.

Taking a step towards him, you nudge his knee with your own.

"Scooch. There's only one chair back here and I do not wanna sit on the ground. Who knows what Keith gets up to back here," you mumble quickly, starting to peel the citrusy fruit, the scent already filling the room.

He scooted over a little, offering half the seat to you, and you plopped down beside him, thigh flush with his. Your fingers work deftly as you finish and discard the peel in the wastebasket next to your feet. Gently, you begin to break apart the slices, offering him the first wedge.

"Listen, I don't wanna eat your lunch," he begins to shove your hand away, much to your annoyance. "You have it."

"We’ll split it, ok.” You give him an adamant look, hoping to persuade him. He still looks skeptical. "I won’t be able to finish it by myself. I’d hate to throw it away," you insist.

Deflating slightly, Steve folds, taking the slice and popping it in his mouth. The zing of the fruit makes his lips pucker a tad and he swears it's one of the sweetest oranges he's ever tasted.

You take one of your own, humming at the taste, before proffering another. He takes the next, another comfortable silence blanketing over the two of you, the slight sound of rain overhead.

The heat of your thigh mixed with the combined smell of you and the orange had him in a tizzy and he was struggling to come up with any topics of conversation.

Only one thing came to mind, and it was a little risky. But, hell, now was as good a time as any, right?

"You're my favorite person, I think," he mumbles around a bite of orange, breaking the silence. He can feel you tense just a bit beside him and he panics, backtracking. "In the store. My favorite coworker."

Smooth.

A small hum leaves you, and he waits for a response.

"Oh really?" you question humorously, something else hiding behind your words. "Even over Robin?"

"Yeah," he shrugs, inspecting the slice of fruit in is hand. "Well, for right now, at least," he teases, earning a light shove from you.

"Shut up," you laugh, no real heat behind your words.

Another silence. Still facing forward, you both smile to yourselves, munching on the orange contentedly. Not having to look you in the eye was bringing Steve some newfound confidence. He took a few more bites and swallowed roughly, choosing his next words carefully.

"You've been my favorite person for a long time. Ever since you started, actually." His voice was soft, timid in a way you've never heard before.

Simultaneously, you both turn in towards each other, a heated stare shared between you.

A beat. You both can’t pull your eyes away from each other.

“Steve?” You speak so softly, Steve thinks he may have imagined it.

“Yeah?” he breathes out.

“You’re staring again.” Your gaze darts down to his lips for a fraction of a second, then back up to his honey eyes.

“So are you.”

Your tongue pops out in a flash, wetting your lips alluringly.

Another beat. Then Steve throws caution to the wind.

Before he can think, he’s leaning into you and pressing a soft, sweet kiss on your plush lips.

He relishes those brief few seconds, eyelids fluttering closed, but he pulls back just as quickly, looking a little panicked.

Had he ruined everything?

You blink, then take in a shaky breath before your grabbing his face with two hands and crushing his lips to yours once more. His nose bumps your cheek and your let out a miniscule whimper at the feel of him. He can taste the orange on your lips, acidic and sweet. Slowly, his tongue presses between your lips, seeking entrance. With a light pull on your jaw, you open up to him.

God, you taste like a thousand oranges, a million sweets, the yummiest thing he’s ever tasted.

Slowly, your hands come to rest on either side of his neck, pulling him closer. Still not satisfied, you desperately shuffle around on the tiny desk chair, knees brushing with his as you attempt to keep your lips locked while closing that last bit of space between you.

Steve leans back just slightly, your face still in his hands.

His eyes scan yours rapidly — making sure this is real — before another brief kiss, then a mumble against your lips. "God, I'm so fucking into you."

You kiss him deeper, smiling against his mouth, before pulling back with a snicker.

"Well, I would hope so, seeing as we're swapping spit in the break room."

He scrunches his nose jokingly at you before pulling you in for another light peck, this time on the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek, then your nose and your eyebrow and your chin, and suddenly you're giggling and squirming against him, trying hard to pull away and failing miserably.

"St-Steve, stop! You're getting your gross spit all over me," you urge, pressing a hand to the side of his face and pushing him away gently, fondly.

He chuckles a little against the palm of your hand, acquiescing to your protest with a smirk. "Oh, please, you love it."

An unladylike snort leaves you and you stick your tongue out at him mockingly.

His eyes scan over your face again, this time really indulging himself now that he no longer has to hide his affection.

Then, realization hits him.

His face drops and you can't help but mirror his worried expression.

"What are we gonna tell Robs?" he asks, concerned.

He promised her he wouldn't do anything this time. But you were different than all the other girls Robin was friends with. You weren't just some girl asked out for a superficial make-out in the backseat. You were something more than that. Someone special.

Slowly, a smile creeps over your face, confusing Steve all the more. A small giggle bursts from your lips and Steve starts to contemplate again if this is all some dream, some cruel prank.

"Steve," you grab his jaw gently, like he were a clueless little puppy. "She already knows. I told her I liked you last week and she told me to go for it."

His eyes go wide.

"But— But she told me she didn't want me going anywhere near you," he mutters in disbelief, still not understanding.

"Yeah." Another giggle leaves you. "She just wanted to see how long you could last."

Of course. Robin loves to make his life difficult.

"She told me to really lay it on thick, really pull out my charm," you laugh. "You lasted pretty long, too. Longer than we expected. She bet you'd cave in about a week, so look at you! You exceeded her expectations! Robin's gonna be so proud."

A cocky smile graces your lips at his adorable expression. You ruffle his hair unabashedly, planting one last peck to the corner of his mouth, before hopping out of the chair, leaving him in disbelief.

"C'mon, pretty boy, let's lock up and get outta here. We got some catching up to do."

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 5

Episode 5 starts sometime after August dropped the bombshell about Erik at the end of last episode, and Wilhelm decides for some reason to visit the party palace, in order to make himself feel extra shit? I don't know what's going on here.

Blink and you miss it: Hey, that's one of the clown masks they used for Wilhelm's initiation back in season 1.

Blink and you miss it: Henry and Valter are doing a class presentation on rhetorical analysis, and for some reason they chose former US president George W. Bush as their subject, which is pretty hilarious given that he was a notoriously bad public speaker.

Blink and you miss it: Instead of asking Wilhelm, who is sitting right next to Simon, how he's feeling, he writes the question in his notebook and slides it over.

Subtext: Gotta keep up that facade and bottle all the negative feelings inside!

Lost in translation: Vincent uses the word "nyanländ", "newly arrived", which is the current politically correct way of saying immigrant.

Subtext: ...but in typical bully fashion he asks the target of the racist "joke" if it was funny, and Marwan obviously lies about it as to not upset Vincent.

Subtext: Felice tries to play it off as no big deal, but she actually wants this opportunity to spend time with Sara without her other friends, in order to rebuild the friendship.

Subtext: Sara is right to be suspicious of her dad, because he is a lot more energetic than usual, and excuses his behaviour by him simply being in a good mood. It's probably his new medication that kicked in, though.

Subtext: Speaking of having a hard time showing weakness, that's exactly what Wilhelm's been struggling with by not telling Simon how upset he is about having learned that Erik took part in the gay porn initiation.

Subtext: So the whole subplot of the past four episodes was that the school locked up all the phones, and Wilhelm joined the little strike to get them back, pissing Simon off in the meantime, and now that they have their phones back he's not picking up when Simon is calling him? Not cool.

Culture: The choir is practising "En vänlig grönskas rika dräkt", a Swedish hymnal with text from 1889, but this version of the melody is from the 1930's and composed by Waldemar Åhlén. It's a very well-known summer song that pretty much every Swedish schoolkid has sung at some end-of-schoolyear summer assembly.

Cinematography: We're in the cursed music room, and this time the lighting is harsh and sharp, Wilhelm is in stark contrast to the rest of the room, there's no soft golden light smoothing things out, so we're gonna have an argument!

Subtext: Yeah, no, Wilhelm, sweetie, that's projection, that's what you are thinking about your brother. Simon isn't doing anything wrong here, he's just concerned about you being a moody asshole.

Cinematography: To illustrate how the relationship is going south, the music room which used to be full of instruments, is just getting emptier and emptier, and Simon is left standing alone at the piano.

Subtext: No, he's not feeling ok, and no, he's not interested in making up with Sara right now, because he's still angry at her.

Subtext: There are different kinds of homophobia, for example, there are people who talk loudly about how accepting they are of The Gays, but who react negatively when someone close to them comes out, because they were only fine with it at a distance. And then there are people who are ignorantly homophobic in general, but who turn out to be supportive of anyone close to them who comes out, because they know that that person isn't like The Other Gays. Shitty, but less shitty than the first group, and I think that's how Erik would have reacted had he known about Wilhelm.

Culture: In Sweden, you do the practical driving test in a car provided by the testing centre to make it fair and equal for everyone. These cars all have a red sticker saying they're for driving tests.

Subtext: Micke is failing exactly how he described it in an earlier episode. He's on new medication, it made him feel good and like he was in control, so he thought he could take just one beer with his friends.

Subtext: No, it fits horribly, and you can clearly see that it was on sale and that the price tag is still on it. But this is what Linda can afford.

Lost in translation: Simon actually says "jag vet", "I know", when Sara tells him that their dad let her down and that she is sad and upset about it.

Subtext: Unlike Simon who got a cheap suit on sale, Wilhelm just has his perfectly tailored suit delivered to him by his bodyguards.

Subtext: Last episode Wilhelm picked a sport charity or something that he doesn't actually care about, because he thought it would best fit the narrative the royal court is going for. So now his internal homophobia is screaming at him to remove the nail polish, because it doesn't fit that image.

I don't know what this is: This has got to be an editing goof? This sequence of events doesn't work. Everyone else is up and about, preparing the third year's dinner with the teachers and they're even cooking the food with a chef, but it's early morning and Wilhelm is still sleeping in? Anyway, the whole thing is yet another example of how the school teaches hierarchy. As a younger student you service the older students, and when it's your turn to graduate, someone younger will service you.

Throwback: Aww, Simon made Wilhelm a sandwich, just like Wilhelm made one for Simon a bunch of times in previous seasons.

Culture: Man, early summer in Sweden is beautiful, isn't it? This was shot at Åkeshofs Slott in Stockholm, and if you do a 180 turn on that path, you'll see the subway station Åkeshov, and if you go through the tunnel under the road and then up to your right, you'll end up at a sports centre where I went twice a week as a kid for fencing training!

This tumblr is now about French school fencing! Doublé! Riposte!

Subtext: Time and time again the show has shown us how much August loves this shit, and that he wasn't lying when he said he knew everyone, because clearly he does!

Subtext: And to show how much Wilhelm dislikes this shit, he is so stiff when talking to the invited kids who are actually benefitting from his charity foundation, while August just immediately jokes around with them and is much more comfortable.

Culture: I've seen how a lot of fans think that the flower Wilhelm is wearing is a green carnation, which is a symbol for being gay, popularized by Oscar Wilde. I don't think so, that's not a thing in Sweden as far as I know. Instead, I think it's an alternate version of a Majblomma, which is an actual Swedish charity thing, where you can buy these plastic lapel flowers from schoolkids to show your support around this time of year.

Subtext: Even though Simon is there, he's being shoved to the back, because his presence doesn't fit the narrative. If Wilhelm instead had chosen to start some kind of LGBT charity, Simon would have had a much more prominent role. Oh, and poison or not, that Princess Cake looks delicious!

Subtext: Farima is expertly letting August down, who of course pretends that he's not the least bit disappointed at being excluded from having dinner at the royal palace.

Blink and you miss it: IT'S LISA! HI LISA!

Culture: Kalle Stropp och Grodan Boll are two characters from a radio show for kids from the 1940's, but they've also been featured in books, comic books, a live action movie, and animated cartoons. It's about the two titular characters, a cricket and a frog, and their adventures. The last movie was made in the 1990's though, so I'm not so sure kids these days knows who these characters are. Personally, I can't hear this song without hearing their silly character voices.

Subtext: The Queen is still keeping up appearances and lying through her teeth about how she's actually feeling.

Culture: In real world Sweden, Victoriadagen is celebrated in mid July when Crown Princess Victoria has her birthday, she hands out a sports award, there's a concert, some charity stuff, and you can sort of meet the royals or sing her happy birthday or something.

Subtext: August is repeating the excuse Farima used on him as to why he didn't attend the birthday dinner.

Blink and you miss it: That's a Rolex Oyster Perpetual GMT-Master II. It's only about $10,000 and change.

Subtext: Simon, sweetie, I don't think the royals have any clue as to what "the usual" means when you're describing how regular people celebrate birthdays.

Culture: Simon actually says Laserdome, which is a company in Sweden that has been running laser tag arenas since the 1990's. I had no idea they still existed!

Culture: They're singing Lambo, a drinking song for students. It's a challenge song, so while the rest of the table sings, the target has to finish their glass, correctly sing the response lines, and turn the glass upside down over their head. If you fail, like August does in this scene, you have to do a penalty round and chug another glass.

Subtext: ...before her parents heaped all of their family's expectations on her. But maybe if Felice can break free she could pursue her actual dreams?

Throwback: Remember the scene in S1E3 when Simon is practising the Hillerska song in the music room?

Subtext: Queenie, sweetie, you're not looking Wilhelm in the eyes, you're not engaging in the discussion, and the only thing you do is to talk about Erik every chance you get. No wonder Wilhelm has had enough and explodes at his parents.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent won the "Daddy pays" award. Pappa betalar.

Subtext: In this context the award just means that he's the image of a bad boy, a player. But throughout the season, August has been struggling with whether or not he's actually a bad person, which is why he's not exactly happy with the award.

Cinematography: Fuck me that's a pretty shot of a typical summer sunset. In late May in the Stockholm area, sunset happens at around 9:30 in the evenings.

Subtext: One more explanation for August's body dysmorphia is that he got bullied for being weak and scrawny when he first started at Hillerska, so he decided to start working out more.

Blink and you miss it: The reason Fredrika is outside and happens to see Sara and August kiss, is because she's trying to sneak away the bottle of wine she stole earlier from the kitchen.

Subtext: And the reason Felice looks upset when Fredrika tells her what she saw is because she truly thought Sara was over August, and that's a condition of them reconciling.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm plays the first few notes of the original Hillerska song.

Subtext: And to cap off this terrible no-good horrible cliffhanger episode, Simon breaks up with Wilhelm by repeating the words his mom said to him earlier in the episode.

#young royals #young royals subtext #young royals analysis #young royals season 3

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poppyswriting · 5 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑.

One shot! Neptune x reader.

summary: Life was tough, and with the spawn of your new job you encountered a really interesting fortune teller machine.

Tag list: @head-in-the-icloud and the anon who’s name I don’t have :c

Warnings: not any tbh, just a fluff and lots of love to Neptune!

Notes: This character is not mine!! It belongs to @head-in-the-icloud, you can check her work for more of Neptune!! And mostly because I wanted to write for her characters, they’re so cool and their art style?? Chef’s kiss tbh. This story may not be too good, just late night thoughts and silly writing. Anyways, enjoy!!

Life was tough, really tough. Prices were skyrocketing and the money you had was little. So it was little to anyone’s surprise that when you got the job at the Pizzaplex you were relieved to the core.

Who could’ve blamed you? The job payed thirty bucks the hour, for other people it wasn’t much but for you it was plenty. So when the day came you dressed up, cleaned your hair and was ready to go.

When you arrived to the Pizzaplex you were met with lots and lots of families, some kids running around and a group of teenagers. You stood there not knowing what to do, until a bot came over and started talking to you. “Welcome to the Pizzaplex! A place of Joy and entertainment. Would you please follow me?” You weren’t surprised since this place was known for its immense success and incredibly advanced technology. But it amused you seeing it finally in person.

The bot started to walk rather fast for your liking, making you jog sometimes because of the slight speed it took. While he was moving he started to blurt out the terms and policies of the building and what the staff was ordered to do. When he finished he gave you a map of the building, while indicating which parts were the employees only. Including the employees changing room and uniforms, so giving it a smile and walking away you decided to go over there and change.

You already had a list of tasks that the bot gave you once you entered the building. So at least you weren’t lost in most of the things to do, “let’s see, uh cleaning the bathrooms, taking gums and stuff out of the tables, cleaning some stuff at the arcade etc etc..” you thought to yourself while walking down the hallways to fulfill other tasks.

You did a pretty good job you could say, the bathrooms were really cleaned and the tables were set too. Although It surprised you the the amount of gum and some stickers stuck below the tables at the place. Guess some kids don’t want to stand up and look for the trash can. Now, you checked again your tasks list and saw the “cleaning the arcade” with a little list below of the things you had to clean.

In the arcade, you looked around to see all the colorful lights and the various games that were installed. No wonder why this place was so popular, it was big as hell! Surely kids could see this like heaven. “Okay now..” you said to yourself before going in and reading some of the machines you were supposed to be cleaning. Some of them were really neat and some of them had some dust on them, probably because they were on the corner.

Walking around the place, you stopped over your shoes and looked besides you. It was a somewhat big machine that had Neptune written in the top of it. Looking at it, you saw the big animatronic sitting in the middle and the arms in the sides. It amused you, and you couldn’t hold yourself into seeing what it was about. After all you were very curious yourself, so you took out a coin out of your pocket and insert it into the machine. Watching with intense curiosity when the head of the animatronic lit up and a “hi :>” popped in it.

You cracked a smile and said hi in a low tone, the animatronic seemed to scan you for a moment or at least that’s what you thought since it stood there watching you for a few seconds before a card popped in a small compartment of the machine. You took it and read it “A lot of fortune is coming to my way huh?” You quoted taking a look back to the animatronic who now it seemed to look at you.

You smiled at it, while putting the paper on your pocket. “I’m going to come back for you in a sec.” You could’ve sworn you saw its head move before waking away with a smile to clean other machines, it amused you and you really liked fortune tellers since you were a child. You didn’t really know why you just enjoyed them.

You walked around the arcade finishing your tasks from the other machines and going out of the arcade to finish up the others too. But while you were doing one you got the opportunity to talk with Freddy a little, I guess to introduce yourself better and he welcomed you to the Pizzaplex. You were of course first taken really off guard since The Freddy Fazbear the face of the whole Pizzaplex chain was talking to you. But he was really a nice guy, definitely someone you saw that you could talk at least. You didn’t met the other animatronics of the band, but you thought they might as well be nice too.

Of course the little chit chat didn’t last long thanks to a couple of families that wanted to take pictures with him along some of the children fighting to get his attention which you thought it was pretty cute and funny. You said your goodbyes before going back to your tasks and finally finishing them up by the time the store announced its closing, you smiled and went to the arcade before going to check out.

You came back to the fortune teller machine, you put a coin inside before he lit up and a card was deposited in the compartment. You took it and read it “Try to not worry about the money, the best things in life come free.” It said, you giggled at this

“Not trying to be rude, but with this economy I think I do have to worry about the money.” You looked up and you were suddenly taken aback when the animatronic moved his head to the side in sign of confusion. Mimicking your expression almost right away in his face-ball, your sight changed to one with curiosity at this. Okay so he can mimic expressions, noted. You could’ve stayed longer but your thoughts were distracted at the sound of the speaker saying “The store is now closed.” Meaning that it was definitely time to clock out, made sure you had your things on you before moving to the exit but not before waving a goodbye to the machine as you went to check out.

After this encounter, you decided to make this a regular thing. You clocked in, you did your tasks and you went to the fortune teller machine. But you started to notice that slowly, the papers started to get a little bit more personal than just random fortune telling. You started to get papers like “remember to eat” mostly when you skipped your lunches without knowing it, but how could he know when you did it? And “Are you okay?” Questions when you were feeling a little down, you didn’t know if it was because he could sense it or if you were obvious. But you shrugged it off telling him that you were okay and that there was nothing to worry about.

But strangely, that day was the day that you got sick. You got sick when you woke up in the morning and you had to call in to tell the staff management that you couldn’t come. That was for three days before you could recover, and when you did you received a little pep talk by Freddy when you arrived to the Pizzaplex on how you should keep an eye on yourself and how you should stay more cautious. Since you were still trying to beat what was little left from the cold you had you forgot to visit the fortune teller animatronic that day.

But it felt strange to you that all the time you were working you felt a pair of eyes on you if that was even possible. But when you turned around to see if anybody needed help or if there was even someone there, you were met with.. nothing. Nothing on sight. Maybe you did really needed to take a look on your lunch and stop skipping them.

That day felt strange, but when you arrived home was when you realized that you didn’t visit your fortune teller that day. You felt guilty, but also you felt a little curious about the feeling of being watched. Maybe it was just some random staff bot who was wondering around and it looked at you doing your job. Yeah, that had to be it.

So when the next day came, you made sure to try and do your tasks a little bit faster so that you could go to the machines and talk a little with the animatronic. Now that you thought of it, you didn’t really knew his name, so you decided on now refer to him as Neptune since that was the big name written all over the top of the machine. Figures too thanks to his planet-like appearance, you took a look at your clock before realizing that it was already lunch time. So this time you wouldn’t skip it, leaving one of the brooms aside and taking the lunch that you actually had time to pack that day. It consisted of a sandwich and a chocolate milk box that you bought from the cafeteria at the Pizzaplex.

Looking for a quiet place to eat, you felt the pair of eyes looking at you again. You tried to shrug it off by thinking of some random staff bot looking at you, so looking forward you were able to find a spot. It was a room that had employees only written on the door, the room looked pretty old and worn out you took a wild guess it was because there hasn’t been a lot of human staff since the great technology that this place had they really didn’t need them.

So you sat on the chair besides the table and decided to eat there. Checking your phone and scrolling through social media for a while now. But the feeling of being watched only intensified when your eyes were on the screen, so you looked up and you were suddenly shocked to see the planet-like animatronic looking right at you. “Jesus christ-!” You said before catching your phone from almost falling since it slipped from your hand.

“You can’t be scaring people like that!” You scolded, it really took the soul out of you seeing him so suddenly in front of you. “I thought you couldn’t get out of that machine since, well you’re always there.” You watched as the animatronic took a card out of his pocket and hand it over to you “I can get out, and move around with it too.” You read

“Well that explains it.” with a sigh, you left the card on the table trying to clear up your thoughts about what just happened before feeling two cold hands make their way to your cheeks. Holding them while the animatronic looked deeply at you, with worry you could’ve sworn. One of the other pair of arms handed over another card meanwhile the upper couple of hands were kept on your cheeks.

“Are you alright? I haven’t seen you around the last few days.” it read. You smiled at this but also felt a bit guilty by not coming to visit him. “Yeah, I just got sick. I’m sorry if I worried you.” You tried to smile it off, but you felt the pair of hands leave your cheeks as the animatronic sat next to you. “You aren’t much of a talker, can you even talk?” The animatronic moved its head to the sides, so he couldn’t talk? Well that explained the cards. You didn’t mind, as long as he could communicate someway it was okay for you.

Then, the animatronic pointed at the sandwich which was now long forgotten in the table. You chuckled at this taking it and taking a bite out of it for Neptunes satisfaction. You watched by the corner of your eye how his fingers were trying to really slowly get with yours. You smiled and drew your hand closer to his, and slowly intertwined your fingers with his and holding hands after. It was very peaceful, just how you liked it. When you finished your sandwich you stood up, noticing how Neptune shot you a concerned look for both of your hands.

“It’s okay, we can stay like this. I really don’t mind.” You reassured, watching how he nodded and stood up too. Since lots of the families were already leaving and the places you had tasks left to do were completely alone, you managed to do your tasks with Neptune by your side. It was funny how he watched with curiosity how you did some of them. It seemed like it was going to be a long night.

But even if it was, you didn’t mind any of it as long as you had your fortune teller besides you.

#fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf oc #security breach #animatronic oc #cloudys sb oc #Neptune animatronic oc #idk what tags to use #I wrote this late at night so idk if it’s that good but I hope it’s still enjoyable

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angsthology · 5 months

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“so much for identity keeping” — or an alt title: roo’s nighttime job

the grid caught roo in a different light, holding a different kind of instrument

a/n the title’s a bit ambiguous but bare with it 😭😭 (bare?? bear?? which one is it i genuinely dk)

thinking back, this is pretty bad so im sorry for that. still trying to get my mojo back.

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS THE WORLD

“you think she actually hates us?”

the group of men were currently out and about exploring the night life. though, this time they decided to switch things up a little. instead of their usual glamorous clubs, they decided to go somewhere that offered live music. seb described it as ‘a change of pace’ and in return, lando said that his ‘age is getting to him’ (behind his back, that is).

the entire grid was there as they were all invited — except one.

“what? c’mon, why not?” lando made an expression of offense.

“not tonight. any other night is fine, but i already have plans. sorry, lan.” she shrugged before walking away towards where her car was parked.

that didn’t stop him from following her, though. the curly-haired brit fell in step right behind the shorter girl to—well, truthfully, beg.

“it’ll be fun!” he reasoned.

shaking her head, she stopped mid-step and faced the brunette, making him stop abruptly too.

“i’m sure it will. but i’ve had this plan since way before you probably planned yours.”

he pouted. she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his attempt.

“next time, lan. i promise.”

remembering the conversation had lando still coated with bitterness. “not surprised if she does.”

max couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s bitterness. he tapped his back (to which surprised lando), “no she don’t. i’m sure she has her reasons.”

as if on cue, suddenly they hear a familiar voice booming through the speakers.

the men’s heads never turned so quick before.

“oh mY GO—”

max was quick to snap his hand over lando’s mouth. and, on cue, not a moment too soon—

“EW!”

the dutch man immediately removed his hand off of lando’s mouth and wiped it on the british driver’s clothes, all the while holding an (overdramatic) expression of disgust.

he glared at the man and continued to talk (grumble), “if she didn’t tell you — or any of us, for that matter. she probably has her reasons.”

lando blinked. “okay? so?”

“so…” daniel walked up behind his teammate and rested his hands on both sides of his shoulders, “we should sit back, quietly, and watch.” he paused, lando still thinking with furrowed brows, “she doesn’t have to know.”

lando’s face brighten up as he finally catched up. “ah, i see.”

“but don’t you guys think—”

immediately, the older german man stopped his miniature, “don’t even try, mick. you know it won’t work.”

mick was about to say something else when he was suddenly cut off by lando shushing everyone. eventually he gave up trying to reason with anyone and sat down (in the dark, might i add) with everyone else as the stage lightings start to turn on.

there on the stage stood roo on the (audience’s) right holding a sticker-drowned plain white bass guitar. on center-stage stood roo’s friend they knew as daisy-mae holding her own red and white guitar along with an unfamiliar face sitting behind the drums.

everyone was surprised to see the stage lights turn on to a bright neon pink-haired roo rather than her usual hair color.

she wore a sleeveless white top with a big star design in the middle of her chest and a leather skirt paired with a pair of black thigh-high boots.

“interesting…” muttered lando with his chin resting on his interlaced hands. all the while the younger german driver across him tilted his head in an unreadable expression.

next thing they knew a tune starts to play and to their surprise, the once alfa romeo driver turned band geek leaned in the microphone, “angel… with a gun in your hand…”

their jaws dropped at the sound of her voice.

“she can sing…?”

“…she has a life outside of driving?!”

everyone’s heads immediately to the young aston martin driver, all with the same judging expression.

at that, the canadian immediately jumped ahead to defend himself. “what? she’s new! that’s how i thought of all of you when we all first met!” he said defensively with his hands (and voice) going up.

but, in truth was, no one really knew who she was. the closest thing they’ve figured out about her personal life was daisy-mae. and she was way more quiet about it than roo.

compared to the rest of the grid, she was probably the most private person yet. they seem to know so much about her yet also none at all. whether it was because she was new and still hadn’t warmed up to them like that yet or that’s just the way she is and they just haven’t gotten used to it yet. they—the media—would often compare her to kimi but that would just be wrong considering they’re nothing alike besides being tight-lipped.

watching her in another element was a new and interesting experience for them. very interesting. some might even be confident enough to bet it against her racing career.

with furrowed brows, carlos whispers to his teammate, “you think she would ever leave racing for this?”

“we’re not that lucky, mate.” charles mumbled, then shrugging, “plus you’d actually think she would leave mick?”

their moment of entertainment and amazement was cut short when she followed along the lyrics that escaped her lips.

“go on, replace me… when you’re cravin’ something sweeter than the words i left in your mouth… go on and spit me out.”

she. was. shameless.

it was almost as if the girl on that stage was not the same girl they drove on the track with, the same girl they do press conferences with, the same girl that was their co-worker and on-track rival.

that theory only furthermored when she switched instruments with daisy-mae and took over the entire stage with her presence, rocking her own solo riff.

they were seriously doubting this was the same girl as the kangaroo’s grid.

when the last notes were strung and the music died down, the girl walked over to the mic stand that once was occupied by her friend.

she started, “hi, everyone.” she was slightly out of breath — not surprise there — “we are: talking excessively. i’m your bassist slash occasional guitarist: autumn rolfe,”

the men collectively furrowed their brows in confusion, sharing glances with each other with words unspoken.

sure they doubted the rockstar was their co-worker and friend but they knew for sure it was roo. and that was not her name.

“joined by my beloveds—camellia gray,”— she pointed at daisy-mae —“on the guitar holding my bass, and finally our drummer rocky dilltogas.” she pointed at the unfamiliar new character — probably not his real name either after seeing a certain pattern.

strumming a few strings, the girl then continue speaking, “for this next song… i’ve begged and begged dai– cami for so long for us to perform this song. lucky yous, this was the night she finally agreed.” she smiles as she exchange instruments with daisy-mae—or ‘camellia gray’ as she said—once more.

then, an all-familiar tune starts playing. one that completely confirmed her identity.

“stacy, can i come over after school?”

a couple of more songs later (all the while the group of men continue to question their judgement) and the band bid their farewell after finishing their last song.

it was the three past rookies to show themselves — under the light that the girl would definitely notice them.

they saw as the blood draining from her face when she noticed their giggling faces. oh how she hated those three.

roo immediately said an awkward ‘thank you’ hurriedly and basically sprinted off to the backstage, leaving her two bandmates in confusion.

that is, until her best friend spotted the three giggling men. they waved at her happily, feigning innocence as her face dropped knowing exactly that they were the reason.

behind the stage, roo was still in shock, standing like she’s seen a ghost until her bandmates walked over to her.

daisy-mae was the first to walk over to her, a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “it’s fine.”

“i’m going to kill them.” she replied, her expression unmoved.

“i mean that’s one way to do it—”

“what happened?” asked the drummer.

before any of them could explain to him, they were interrupted by said explanation as they all approached them.

her face was almost in a permanent expression, hardening when she saw the three demons that held complete malice in their eyes when instead she was surprised with showers of compliments by her older co-workers.

but still, that didn’t stop the rest from existing and taking the big chance of absolutely mess with her. they would never give up the opportunity to pull a reaction from roo.

“so, autumn rolfe, was it?” george smiled happily with his arms crossed.

“shut up.”

“i think i’m co-workers with your sister: spring.” snickered alex.

“funny. anythin’ else?” she deadpanned.

“yeah—”

but before the mclaren driver could say anything, roo had already had her fingers clasped on his ear—cutting off his shits and giggles.

“what the hell! i haven’t said anything, why didn’t you do it when these guys were talkin’!” he complained.

“you’re the nearest one.”

“you and i are exactly the same distance as you and alex!”

“yeah, but he’s a whole electric pole, you’re a gremlin.”

“just say you hate me the most.”

“i hate you the most.”

he rolls his eyes, grumbling, “you’re not my favorite either.”

“lying? really? you know that’s my thing, right?”

their bantering was interrupted when roo heard her name being called. she turned around to see her bandmates standing behind her with another new presence with them.

her eyes widen and quickly let go of lando’s ear, running off to her friends.

“everyone! since i no longer have any form of privacy, i’d like to introduce you to my friends.” the drivers all crowded the group of four. “you guys know daisy-mae,” said girl waved and a string of familiar ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s greeted her, “this here is atticus,” the boy they recognized as the drummer smiled politely at them. roo then looked at the new girl standing beside daisy-mae, “and uh, this is nika, don’t know when or how she got here.”

“but she’s happy i’m here.” said girl stated happily with a giddy smile.

“sure.”

at her monotonous voice, nika’s smile dropped, rolling her eyes.

everyone then slowly dropped the topic and went on their own as another band take over the stage with their more upbeat dance worthy music.

she was left was now only left with alex, george, and lando. she sighed.

“anything else?”

george shrugged, “but seriously, i think it was pretty cool.”

the girl couldn’t help but feel the heat rushing to her face, she never expected a compliment coming out of his mouth.

“oh. uh, thanks?”

“i mean, by the looks of you i had a feeling you have some sort of hannah montana-esque secret somewhere.” alex mentioned, only making roo’s eyes furrow. “that was a compliment.” he clarified after seeing the look on her face.

then, lando leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, “don’t tell her this but i always thought she was really cool, this was just an upgrade.”

confused, again, roo turned to a goofy-grinning lando with her right brow raised. alex caught her attention when started again, “he’s had a few drinks.”

“well. we’ll see you on the dance floor, i’m assuming?” george asked, sipping from the drink in his hand.

she nodded as the three went on, lando lingered behind with her.

“guess you did ended up goin’ out with us after all!” he said before leaving her with a smile mumbling a ‘yeah’.

roo was about to follow behind him when a certain spanish driver approached her, putting his arm around her frame. he took a sip from his drink before speaking as they walked together towards the bar.

“ever think of performing at birthday parties?”

“whose?”

“mine.”

“your birthday’s passed, nando.”

“incase you didn’t know, they’re a yearly thing.”

she chuckled, “sure thing, pop.”

“oh, and nice hair, by the way.”

“thanks.”

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I was thinking of doing this trope but I wanted to give it to you!! So we all know class 1A is obsessive and sickly in love with their darling. But think of it- if the darling was secretly yan as well. So one night as a student goes snooping through y/n’s room they find a hidden diary and it is how they love their classmates and know little things- and how they stalk them too. But y/n doesn’t really notice the class is yan too!! I think it’s cute idea

OMG YES BRO THIS IS LIKE UNHEALTHY OBSESSION IN A NUTSHELL

It all made sense it actually would've all made sense

Now when you 1st went into the class you were so elated you just wanted to hug everyone and anyone you you were just a t the most innocent little sweetheart that needed to be protected and coddled you were always brought gifts and adorable little cards whenever they felt sad or gave them little dolls of themselves you were very protective of them which made their hearts swoon you even didn't mind of their coddling and disturbingly obsessive nature! You were just perfect

But something was weird going around like why Denki felt like being watched when he was in the middle of changing or another day Hakagure and Mina were shocked when they saw their rooms in a mess and hakagures lucky shirt was gone and Mina's favorite socks were missing strange but it wasn't you right..but even the more they hung out with you the more strange behaviors they notice

Like when you knew strangely what Bakugo's favorite food was and how he liked it and made it in a all might theme bento box but bakugo didn't mind ofc he thought it was secretly adorable but off or how you would give strong hugs to kirishima or whenever he got hurt you'll quickly get protective and even bring a medkit with you even tho it was just a small scratch,

Ochako noticed how one of the plushies you gave her had a strange blinking red light on their eye... or Mina felt a dark aura behind her when she was talking to Kendo but it was just you at 1st she would brush it off now it felt suspicious or whenever izuku ask for information about you, you would try to add a bit more saying "well my quirk is that but do you know my hands get softer and warmer the more I use my quirk " or "did you know i also use this type of shampoo" it was almost like you were trying to impress him. But they all brushed it off cause it's no way they thought it was you!

That was untill one day..

Sero was on the way to invite you to hang out with him and the bakusquad he went to your door and knocked, There was no answer so he pushed the door and was prised it was open he knew it was wrong to sneak in people's rooms but he can't help it You just was so addicting so he checked to see if the coast was Cleary and slowly went in shutting your door behind him he started snooping and looking under your bed for stuff he can keep but that was until he saw a small little (favorite color) diary with stickers on it and a do not open on there sero thought it was cute and open it

At 1st the pages were innocent just talking about your day and your interests and all that sero just sighed dreamily but as he flipped to the next page he was shocked there were little doodles of Kota and you were explaining how adorable and quiet he was and he admired how much he loved animals and was thinking into going into his room and see what type of animal he like so you can gift him it.!? Sero's eyes were wide open and as he flip to the next page he saw that you did the same think with Sato, then tokoyami, then Mina, then on and on it goes he realized how each chapter were pages dedicated to them!

He got up quietly put the diary in his shirt hiding it and quickly opened the dorm door quietly shut the door and started walking away needing to tell the others

When Sero made it to the comment room Mina saw him and jumped and ran to him looking around to see if you were there and pouted to see no "Hey Sero where y/n I thought you were gonna get her what gives!" She said hands on her hips and looking sternly at him "I didn't find them but I found their diary.." now everyone in the common room was eyes on him curious of what was in the diary "a diary sweet dude! Lemme read it!" Denki was about to snatch the diary out of sero hands untill iida protested

"what made you think reading someone's private property is just wrong" "Oh please don't act like Mr goodie two shoes when I saw you getting your pair of shorts your just as bad as all of us class rep," Jirou said with a sly smirk while iida glared at her about to say something but bakugo harshly interrupted "ARE YOU DUMBASS IS GONNA CLMOUR AND BICKER OR JUST OPEN THE DAMN BOOK ALREADY?" Iida and Jirou got silent and looked at each other while Denki got the book out of Sero's hands and began to read it let's say if his jaw was in the ocean it would've dropped down to where the deep sea critters

Some students noticed this and they started to look im the diary one by one they pass it to another curious student and their reaction was just the same at the time everyone reaction was shocked even Bakugo looked slightly surprised they wanted to say something but they couldn't they were just speechless untill they heard you skipping down the halls Mina quickly grabbed the book and threw it under the couch and everyone acted normal trying not to either question you or to jump up and hug you and squeal

"Hey guys have you seen my diary!" Everyone started at your bright smile faced "n-nope no diary here hehe.."

Everyone else joined in stating they were either in the common room or in their dorms you looked at them for a second and signed "aw darn clumsy me probably left it in the lunch room be such a shame if someone read it"

most of your classmates could've sworn they felt venom in your voice when you said that which sent chills but adoration at the same time "Anyway I'm gonna go to bed see ya in the morning" Everyone said goodnight to you waving and all and they were left alone with their thoughts

They were gonna have to talk to you tomorrow afterthie

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #tw stalking #tw unhealthy obsession #read at your own risk #bnha fluff

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Road to Relationship (Ch. 1)

lee know x fem!reader

Synopsis: [Y/N] and Minho have been best friends since childhood. The two have never talked about the possibility of a romantic relationship between them, but then again, why risk losing a friendship? As they continue their college years, [Y/N] starts to take interests in the guys around her. Unbeknownst to [Y/n], her best friend may actually take that risk the more she goes after guys who don't really deserve her. - or - [Y/N] starts to crush on other guys, but Minho doesn't like the idea of other guys being beside her romantically but him.

Follow these best friends as they navigate their feelings for one another!

Genre(s): fluff, best friends to lovers, angst, love triangles Other tags: jealous/possessive minho, bts side story, fake texts au, semi-social media au + written Content Warning(s): swearing, suggestive themes, mention(s) of forgetting to eat/take care of yourself will be updated every chapter! This Chapter in specific has: swearing, mention(s) of forgetting to eat, mention(s) of fear of rejection/losing a friendship

After you've finished texting your best friend, you looked up at the lecture before you. You were taking a communication class, more specifically, a debate class, so that it would help prepare you to see the other side of arguments as well as be able to defend your own stance. If you were honest, as much as you did have some interest taking the class, you were mostly taking it due to it being the most interesting undergraduate general education course in one of the required catalogs. The professor was teaching something you were familiar with due to reading the previously assigned texts, so it allowed you some time to divert your attention.

You glanced over at your side where you watched your classmate crush listen to the lecture intently and take down some notes.

Jeon Jungkook was his name. The same handsome man who happened to be in the same classes as you in the previous semester and now sits beside you out of comfort and familiarity. You didn't know much about him other than Minho's mention of being part of the same dance club as him on-campus and that he was well-versed in many things, judging by his stickers on his laptop.

It had to be a sign if he's in your class again. There's no way he would be in the same class - if you recall, he's not the same major as you! After the last situationship you've put yourself into, you made a mental note to yourself to never let yourself beg for a man's attention or love ever again. That doesn't stop your crushing or attempts to get closer to the attractive being beside you.

"Alright, class. I'll give you all a few minutes to find yourself someone to work with for this assignment."

You quickly looked up at the instructions on the projector screen.

PRACTICE: Work in a pair and find a topic you both want to debate about. You will have 2 rounds with 1 minute each to try and convince the other to join your side. If you concede, then you lose.

The timing has been so perfect.

"Hey, [Y/N], was it?" Jungkook's low voice startled you, prompting you to turn your head to his direction immediately. You tried your best to calm any nerves rising and took a quick breath.

"Yes! Jungkook, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," he grinned in return, the bunny-like smile sending butterflies in your stomach. There was something about his smile that sent your heart racing yet you couldn't quite put a finger on it. He was just so cute! "I remember we had a couple classes before. Honestly I don't know anyone else in this class... would you mind being my partner for this practice?"

You were prepared for being the one to initiate, so his words took you aback. Regardless, you tried to shake the feelings off and returned his smile. "I don't mind at all!"

"Great! Well, I don't want to take all the ideas - do you have a topic in mind you want to argue about?" Jungkook asked.

"Uh..." You were left speechless. You internally panicked before you started overhearing a conversation by your peers nearby. They were throwing ideas about romance and dating, especially during this time. They seemed to develop a topic of dating people they knew versus dating people through apps. Their conversation gave you an idea. "How about the idea of dating?"

"Huh?" Shoot. Was that suspicious of you to suddenly bring up? His surprised reaction made you not only confused, but surprised before you started to panic yet again.

"Wh-what I mean is...! Dating is an interesting topic nowadays, y'know... going for strangers online on apps or going for the people you start to get acquainted with in-person... it's a very interesting debate to have!" You tried to explain, trying to fight the nervous blush creeping onto your cheeks. The more you tried to defend the idea, the more you started to ramble and felt your ears go red. Luckily for you, Jungkook seemed more interested and acknowledged your words.

"Ah, I see... you make a great point. I think I like the idea of discussing romance as a topic. What about the idea of possibly dating an acquaintance versus dating someone, like say, your best friend?" Jungkook suggested. The idea struck onto your mind and got you intrigued in return. You approved the idea but before you two can discuss which side to take, the professor silenced the class and began to call for volunteers to take the stand.

You thought long and hard about the idea. Dating an acquaintance to you is dating someone you're pretty much strangers with. You can still build that relationship, get to know each other, and eventually learn whether or not you would be a perfect match. It wouldn't be too bad, right?

Dating your best friend, however, was a different topic. You immediately thought about Minho when Jungkook brought up the idea. You tried to think about the possibility of having a romantic relationship with him but only certain flashbacks came up.

"[Y/N], don't tell me you forgot to eat again! Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you to take care of yourself?!"

"Haha, I still can't believe you fell trying to race me! ...What do you mean, [Y/N]? Yes, it was funny!! Don't worry, I'll patch you up, I'm done laughing!"

"You're going to adopt a cat?! [Y/N], you ARE a cat! ...But I'll support you through it, as long as you take care of yourself and the little one."

You blinked a couple times reminiscing before you shook your head at the memories. You couldn't even fathom a romantic relationship with your best friend when all he does is scold and nag you while making fun of you at the same time. How is any of that romantic anyway? It wouldn't be like him nor would you be able to believe him to be a romantic in the first place. Nope, there's no way you could see yourself in a relationship with him.

You were pulled from your thought process when you heard your professor call Jungkook's name. Jungkook had volunteered to go up and mentioned you being his partner, forcing you to stand in front of the class with him.

"I can't imagine dating my best friend..." You muttered under your breath, but it does not go unnoticed. Jungkook patted your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I'll take that argument if it makes it easier for you."

What a kind guy! You thought to yourself as you silently praised him for taking initiative.

Your professor reset the timer on the projector screen, prompting you both to take a deep breath to start. "Timer starts... now! [Y/N], your side first."

You exhaled and looked at Jungkook in his brown eyes. "Dating an acquaintance is better in all levels. The acquaintance being a close friend is entirely up to you and your comfortability. You can get to know them more and prevent yourself from any possible heartbreak with the idea of losing a friend if things don't work out."

Jungkook gave you a challenging grin in return as he started. "Dating your best friend would lessen the heartbreak. You'd be with someone you've known your whole life, the one who knows you well enough that they wouldn't betray your trust. You would never have a dark moment with them because not only will you have your eternal partner, but your best friend in one."

You fought the temptation to frown and defended your stance. "What's the point in risking a relationship with someone you care so much about? If things don't work out, you will subject yourself to losing a best friend, your other half almost. It's better to go for someone who's essentially a stranger to you so it can be up to your judgment of whether they're trustworthy or partner-material or not."

"Oh, but you mentioned that your best friend is essentially your other half. The idea is still likely, is it not? Then the only things you're worried about are the fears of losing your close friend due to romantic interest and rejection." Your grin faltered ever so slightly at the surprising claim, but Jungkook continued. "If they're single and they're willing to pursue that relationship with you, then why not go for it, unless you're unwilling? If you two respect each other enough and your platonic relationship is more than that, then a little romance shouldn't break that."

Any attempt of countering was put to a halt. 'Damn, he's good...' you thought to yourself as the professor's two minute timer went off. You both went back to your seats as the professor continued the lecture following your activity. You mindlessly took notes of his lecture as you let Jungkook's defense get to your head. You were in disbelief that he was able to defend his stance so well, let alone it feeling like he was calling you out.

You shook off the idea of ever pursuing a relationship with Minho, but you were content with your relationship as it is. You didn't think it needed to be anything more, nor did it seem like Minho was interested in you that way. No, he definitely doesn't seem like it. With how much he would scold you and nag you, he was taking more of a motherly role towards you than anything else.

You looked at Jungkook through your peripheral vision, where you noticed he'd glance a few times at your direction while taking his own notes. You didn't think much of it. After all, all you could think about was either he has his own experience with relationships with a close friend or that he's just that damn good at debates.

Once the professor ended the lecture, you started to put your things away into your backpack when a familiar voice called your name.

"I'm sorry if I accused you of something there, [Y/N]. If I hurt your feelings in any way, I didn't mean to." Jungkook said, his bag hanging off one shoulder as he apologetically scratched the back of his head.

"N-no, you didn't hurt me at all! You're actually really good at debates! I have no doubt you'll ace this class with flying colors." You felt guilty at the possibility that your reaction made him overthink his words, but it also made you feel good to see that he cared about his actions if it did affect you. He truly is a kind person.

"You think so? Thank you, I'm glad to hear it!" his smile returned, never failing to send your heart leaping for joy at the sight. "I'm especially glad to hear it now that we'll be working together for the next project."

'Huh?' Oh, that's right. You recall that towards the end of the lecture, the professor mentioned that we'll be working with that same partner for the next project. You'll be either revisiting the same topic you've debated against for the class activity or decide on a different one. Either way, you'll have a longer timer of ten minutes to make sure you're able to debate against the other side. As each day passes by, you'll have to send written reports and updates of how your side of the speech is going while working with your partner to make sure you touch base on both sides. This meant...

"I guess we should exchange contact information so that we can keep each other accountable with our respective updates, huh?" you said, hoping any ounce of your excitement and nervousness was not apparent in your voice.

"Yeah, if you don't mind!"

With that, you both exchanged phone numbers and said your goodbyes as Jungkook walked away with his friend, who was waiting outside the door for him. As soon as he disappeared from sight, you immediately pulled out your personal messages with Minho.

To be continued...

Prologue | Chapter 1 (You are Here) | Chapter 2 ->

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devildom-moss · 8 months

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PDA - kissing their cheeks (the side characters)

What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?

(Thirteen x gn!MC) (Raphael x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +1,400

Thirteen

“You didn’t.” That was all you could say when Thirteen set a small box from Madam Devian’s and a large drink topped with whipped cream, maple syrup, crumbled cookies, and cinnamon down in front of you.

“Oh, but I did,” Thirteen refuted with a grin before she eagerly opened the box to reveal an adorable mini cake. It was the perfect size for a reaper to share with an equally adorable human of her choice.

“OMG,” Asmo squealed, “are those the early releases from Madam Devian’s new fall flavors? It’s all over Devilgram! You must have waited forever for those, Thirteen. You have to let me get a pic. Please?”

Thirteen kept her eyes on you. “MC is the only one I would wait in line for.”

So, sure, she didn’t get the cake only for you. Thirteen wanted to try it too. She had finished a drink of her own on the way to school. It wasn’t like she wasn’t just as excited about the new fall flavors, but the whole truth didn’t sound quite as sweet. A little half-truth was well worth it if she could put that affectionate smile on your face.

“Ugh, is anyone else super jealous right now?” Levi whined.

“The word you’re searching for is ‘disgusted,’” Mephisto corrected him.

“No. ‘Jealous’ sounds right to me,” Satan disagreed without putting his book down.

You ignored their complaints and focused all your attention on Thirteen. She didn’t like to make a big show of how much effort she put into making you happy, but that only made your affection and joy overflow. You wanted to pepper her with kisses and flood her ears with I-love-you’s. You wanted to, but you had to play it cool.

You got to your feet and leaned over the desk to kiss her cheek. The backs of your fingers caressed her other cheek as you did. “Thank you, Thirteen.”

Despite her internal joy, her smile dropped from surprise, and she froze up. Thirteen was pink in the cheek. When you pulled your hand away from her, she quickly grabbed it before it returned to your side. She leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of your hand with a smirk so wicked it overshadowed her blushing. As she rose back up, she instructed you, “now sit down, and I’ll feed you.”

Raphael

Luke had caught Asmo journaling between classes and took particular interest in the cute stickers Asmo had scattered on the table in front of him. Asmo offered to let Luke have whichever sticker he liked the most. When you walked by and Luked asked if he could pick out one more to give to you, Asmo couldn’t deny the small angel’s request. Luke pointed to a cute sticker of a sheep holding a cupcake, and Asmo nodded before he peeled it off. They called you over and Asmo promptly placed the sticker on your cheek. When Asmo told you that Luke picked it out, you knew you had to keep it on.

That was much earlier in the day, and you had gotten used to it by the time you ran into Raphael on your way home. He had just finished up some shopping, and he was delighted to spot you from across the street – although it didn’t show on his face much. As he approached to greet you, his brows furrowed.

He was looking at you like you had just clucked like a chicken or something. You hadn’t done anything weird yet – at least not to your knowledge.

Raphael tapped at his cheek with the same strange look on his face. Confused, you shrugged and closed the distance between you to kiss his cheek. You stepped back, hoping you had satisfied the vague criteria. You didn’t expect him to laugh at you. He started out slowly, as if each stifled laugh was trying to break through the wall of his stoicism, and it built up until he was covering his mouth, and his shoulders were shaking.

How unexpected. The surrounding demons on the street were far more distracted by an angel laughing than they were by you kissing his cheek. His reaction flustered you. Why was he laughing? Isn’t that exactly what he asked for? Raphael collected himself and shook his head before tussling your hair. “Honestly, MC. I was just wondering what you were doing with a sticker on your cheek.”

“Oh gosh.” That’s embarrassing. “I forgot about that. Asmo put it there. Luke picked it out, and I couldn’t bring myself to take it off.”

He sighed, understanding the sway the small angel had on anyone with half a heart. Raphael locked his arm with yours and began to drag you off in another direction. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?” you asked.

“I’m taking you back to my room. You seem to be in the mood to offer kisses to anyone who even hints that they want one. I’d like to monopolize on the offer – if you don’t mind.”

Some angel he was.

Mephistopheles

You and Mephistopheles took a second to catch your breath before you stepped out of the supply closet of the RAD Newspaper Club room. The sound of his moaning and panting still rang in your ear as you watched him button his coat up.

He had caught your arm in the hallway on his way to the student council room, and wherever you were going, he figured you could both afford to be a few minutes late. After all, Barbatos did tell him to stop by at his earliest convenience, and what was more convenient than a few minutes after he had the opportunity to conduct an exclusive investigation – off the record, of course? A couple of minutes was hardly enough time to explore every angle, but it would satisfy his curiosity for the time being. Mephisto didn’t know why he had justified his desires in his head with such obscured, coded language – as if someone was going to ask him what had happened, and he was going to need some suspicious response that would only hint at what he got up to with you.

You smoothed the creases in your clothes out as you walked with Mephisto towards the student council room. It was on your way to the library, anyway. Mephisto raked his hands through his hair, hoping to tidy up the disheveled state you had left him in. Why did you always have to unravel him?

He was too embarrassed by his feelings for you to wrap his arm around you as you walked down the hall. He wouldn’t admit it to a single soul, but he was afraid to touch you in front of anyone. Did he even have the right to do that? So, when you both walked into the council room and you stopped him just to straighten out his hideous tie, Mephisto froze up. Barbatos, who had been expecting Mephisto to arrive alone, shot a glance at Lucifer as the scene unfolded. What an interesting turn of events. It was less amusing when you leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Mephisto’s cheek.

Mephisto was quick to cover the smile you had forced out of him. He didn’t want you to know how happy you had made him by doing something so insignificant. Unfortunately, his voice betrayed him. You could hear the smile. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to touch you one more time before I go.”

“Uhm,” was all Mephisto could manage. He didn’t know what to say to you. Why did you have to fluster him? He was so easy to tease; you had to know that by now.

“Aren’t you supposed to be studying in the library with Belphegor, MC?” Lucifer’s annoyed voice cut through the silence and directed your attention away from Mephisto’s burning face. He had never been grateful to be in the same room as Lucifer before, but there was a first time for everything.

“I’m on my way now,” you informed him before returning your gaze to Mephisto. “See you later.”

Barbatos waited for you to leave before he chuckled. He grabbed the file of poll data he had gathered for the newspaper club and walked it up to Mephisto. “These are for you. I know I told you to come at your convenience, but I would advise against such delays in the future.”

Mephisto’s blood ran cold. He didn’t need that coded response he had readied at all. Barbatos seemed to see right through him. At least that meant that Lucifer probably did too, and that was a win in Mephisto’s book.

(the dateables version) | (the demon brothers version)

A/N: I was going to get to these eventually anyway, but I had some time and @snow-fall1 asked for it next, so here it is.

#thirteen #raphael #mephistopheles #gn!mc #obey me short fic #obey me side characters #obey me #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles

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How about Easy A for Clexafication? I could see Clarke trying to help out a fellow gay by telling other kids in school that she slept with him. And then, thanks to her loud mouth friends, it gets out of hand with her trying to help out other guys and she gets labeled the school slut even though she’s never slept with anyone. At first Clarke leans into it and plays up the slut bit but soon realizes that it’s all too much. Her actual crush Lexa seems to be the only person who doesn’t believe the rumors. I see Lexa as the school mascot (the warriors) and she does the whole warrior getup with black eye makeup and riles up the crowd at pep rallies. Lexa also works at a local seafood restaurant where she dresses up like a pirate which is also a look that Clarke quite enjoys. Eventually the truth comes out and Clarke and Lexa become everyone’s favorite couple at school.

Ahoooo do I have a cavalcade of HCs for an Easy A au 👀.

First of all, they'd be childhood friends. The kind with weekly sleepovers and even a joint a 5th birthday party one year (despite their birthdays being 3-4 months apart, much to their parents dismay. But they insisted.) I'm talking the childhood friends who practiced witchcraft in each others backyards (potions of mud, cool lookin rocks, and leaves. Highly dangerous stuff), who learned to ride bikes together, who caught fireflies in glass jars together, who promised to grow up and get married to each other 'cuz boys are yucky' kind of friends.

And then middle school happened. And they both kinda went their separate ways.

Well.

More like Lexa grew into her own person. Doing things like joining the girls basketball team. And then volleyball. Even ruining their weekend plans with track and field practice one too many weekends in a row. She started branching out in her interests and making new friends, and left Clarke totally behind. Or so that's what Clarke has always thought (more on that later)

Cut to high school and they haven't spoken to each other in years. Not since about 3 weeks into 6th grade. There's no animosity or anything, it's just... They're strangers who occasionally wave and smile at each other in the school halls. Lexa way more often than Clarke ever does, but it's not like anybody's keeping a tally. Right? Because it doesn't matter because they don't know each other anymore. Clarke doesn't even really recognize Lexa as the same girl who used to wear matching Mutant Ninja Turtles pj shirts with her and stay up late staring at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on her bedroom ceiling while they talked for hours. Now Lexa is like, Ms. High School with all her Track and Field trophies and her badass Warriors mascot credentials (the pauldron, plastic sword, and warpaint coming across much more threatening than their old mascot, The Raccoons 😕 (tho there will always be something to be said for their freshman year when Lexa was forced to rally in the overstuffed costume while menacingly rubbing her lil raccoon-y painted hands together...)). That all has cemented her a seat at the Cool Kids Table.

Not to mention the fact that Lexa spent all of sophomore and junior year with her arm permanently attached to her (now ex) girlfriend's hip.

Not that Clarke ever cared. Or even noticed. So like, why did you even bring it up? ಠ_ಠ

Anyway.

So when her not-really friend but general acquaintance Monty asks her to... well, be his beard, Clarke agrees. In a way that, jesus fuckin hell, really got away from her faster than she ever anticipated. Because then Monty tells Jasper, and Jasper asks her to do the same, and before she even knows what the hell happened to this simple favor, everyone in school seems to believe that a painfully virgin Clarke is fucking the entire AV Club. And more.

It all spirals from there with the usual slut shaming and everything that goes along with society's hatred of women who have sex. It's only when her own best friend Raven/Wells (whichever, doesn't matter) turns on her - accusing her of being a slut and a liar and a terrible friend for not even telling them - that Clarke just says "haha Ok Fuck This" and goes all in.

Which. Whew. This is Clarke Griffin we're talking about. She's aware she's been blessed by puberty. So when she starts shaking her ass around school in tight jeans and corset tops, it has the exact effect she desires.

And then some.

More, in fact, than she had initially bargained for.

In the melee that follows of more guys bribing their way to be on the Griffin Bedpost Notches of Shame (and few a who missed the fucking memo that all of this is actually fake 😒), there is... Lexa.

Seemingly out of nowhere.

Where people had started parting in the hallways just to not touch her, Lexa seems to start showing up out of nowhere.

The smiles still come, and the friendly waves too. Nothing big. Nothing imposing, or like she wants something like everyone else. But then things like Lexa coming over to sit next Clarke during her break at the pep rally start happening (in her full Warriors getup to boot). Things like Lexa making little jokes to Clarke in passing. There's the moments when she asks Clarke if she's ok and offers her a ride after school, which Clarke always absently turns down. It's weird having Lexa back in her space again, but honestly, she's got too much on her plate to give it much thought. Because Lexa's just Lexa, and now Clarke's apparently the school slut, so... Their worlds are still very much divided.

Until eventually one night Clarke thinks she's actually going out on a date with a nice guy. I mean, she's known Finn since 10th grade. And he picks her up and opens the car door for her and everything. Like,,, this is most definitely a real date!

Except it's not, and he's a pervert asshole just like everyone tf else.

But thankfully, wouldn't ya know it, guess who happens to work at the very seafood/pirate themed restaurant that fuckboy Finn had decided on?

It's finally, FINALLY, in the quiet of Lexa's car when she parks them outside of Clarke's house that they actually talk. It starts with Clarke feeling like a fool for even thinking Finn could—... Not after everything. And Lexa of course does that thing she's taken to doing again. That calm, knowing, entirely too wise for her years kind of smile that Clarke still remembers from when they were kids.

Even in her ridiculous yet oddly attractive pirate's uniform (complete with a discarded eyepatch and clip on parrot) it's distractingly charming.

It's what has Clarke admitting that she doesn't know how she got into this mess. That she never meant to become this person. To which Lexa, in her infinite patience and wisdom, replies, "Clarke, you're still the same person you've always been. I know you. Nothing about you has changed."

Of course Clarke's dismissive answer to that is a smartassed, "Haven't you heard? I'm the school slut."

She can't help but smile at Lexa's laugh. "Actually, if I recall, you're the girl who once convinced me if I hung upside down by my feet from a tree, it'd help me grow taller."

"You can't say for sure that it didn't help," is Clarke's automatic response with a wave toward Lexa's general lanky, goddess-esque physique. Which earns her another laugh. Again, not that anyone's keeping a tally.

"True," is Lexa's response and, dammit, she's doing that all knowing smile-y grin thing again. "But you're also the girl who used to help me tie my shoes. And traded her pickles for my carrots. And taught me how to fold our secret notes so that nobody else could ever read them."

And, yeah, Clarke does remember that. Which in hindsight had been kind of stupid. It wasn't like they ever let their class time correspondence fall into the dastardly hands of anyone but each other, so the chances of interception were zilch making the whole exercise rather moot. But at the time it'd felt... important. Because what'd they'd had was only ever meant for just them.

What the hell even happened to those girls?

"You stopped answering my calls," is Lexa's simple reply. It doesn't even seem to hold any blame. "It was like... one day you just cut me out."

Which was not what had happened?

Was it?

Except, as Lexa gently explains that while, yes, she did start getting into sports, she still always tried to make time for Clarke. She did call and leave messages that kept going unanswered. Sent texts that more often than not were left on read. She'd ask Clarke to go to her games and track meets, sometimes would call her just to come out to eat with her and her teammates. But Clarke had always given her a disinterested promise for a million next times that never actually came.

Eventually Lexa just stopped trying because Clarke made it clear that she didn't like who Lexa was anymore. And it stings ten times worse because Lexa's doesn't sound angry or blaming. Just a little hurt. Maybe still a little sad even after all these years.

It's just one more thing to feel absolutely awful about. Like, she really is the universe's biggest asshole. She has no idea what to do with this revelation of her own failures, or the soft way Lexa keeps looking at her.

After that night things both change, yet stay completely the same. Because after that night when she'd apologized to Lexa and said she regreted doing what she'd done - that 6th grade her was an idiot. 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade her as well 🤧 - she was still the "school slut" and a social pariah, but she had her best friend back at least.

Her best friend who smiled her every time they passed in the hallway and sometimes walked her to class. Her best friend who now ate lunch with her and texted her on the weekends and would laugh at every single one of her jokes (fINE we're keeping a fucking a tally).

Her best friend, who when Clarke mentions is the only perso who talks to her without looking at her corset wrapped breasts, nonchalantly corrects, "Oh I look. Just... Respectfully."

It's hard to return the decency of that favor when Lexa walks away after leaning into Clarke's ear and whispering, "You know I prefer Ninja Turtles pjs anyway."

Clarke eventually comes clean about the whole fiasco, too the shock of everyone. Everyone, that is, except Lexa. Because Lexa kind of knew. Because, as Lexa says in all her glorious Warrior gear, when she kisses Clarke in front of the entire school at the end of the football team's pep rally—

"I told you, Clarke. I know you."

#anon #clexa #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #Easy A au

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the-roo-too · 10 months

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free fall -> spiderwoman! mo jihye

-the biggest downside of working as a reporter is definitely the field work

warnings: injuries

genre: sprinkle of angst?; it’s mostly fluff tho

notes: spiderwoman danielle would be so 🫶🫶 this was kinda made in honour of spider!jimin fic getting 150 notes 💪

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

when you first became a reporter for the local newspaper, you had very light tasks to do. take a picture of the school’s swimming team, see the christmas lights, do some photos on the fair. then, the villains appeared. your peaceful job suddenly turned into the most dangerous one, albeit very interesting. now, you always had to be there with the villains, so you could have material before other reporters.

just like now, someone evil attacked the main street, so you of course had to be there. it was some green guy, green goblin if you remembered the last article correctly.

click!

you sighed as you took the photo of the villain. it came out a bit blurry, but it was still a good shot. as you looked up from your hide (so technically you leaned over some café’s menu sign), you noticed a familiar red and blue blur.

spiderwoman. always on the spot.

“they should pay me more for the heroes.” you grumbled under your breath, reading the camera to take a shot of the mysterious superhero. just as you did that, something exploded near you. the force of the explosion made you fly away from your safe spot and as you hit your head on the floor, you heard the sound of glass breaking and everything went dark.

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

you slipped in and out of consciousness, seeing the colourful blurs zoom past you. it felt like you couldn’t move, so you just laid there, trying to make out the shapes around you. a small thought lingered in the back of your mind.

is this the end?

then, by some miracle, the gods decided to spare you. just as your eyes were closing, you felt strong arms slowly lift you up bridal style.

you let out a groan of pain and your saviour hummed quietly.

“it’s okay… you’re safe with me..”

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a chain of curses woke you up. for a short second, you couldn’t remember anything, till the memories flooded your mind again.

you quickly opened your eyes, frowning when you noticed you were suddenly home. that ceiling was definitely yours, you’d recognise that stupid stickers anywhere.

then, the pain hit you like a truck. you winced, bringing your hand up to touch your wounded head. just then, a figure walked into your room.

“who hides their first aid kit so hard-“ the voice stopped as the figure noticed you’re awake. you immediately recognised the suit, but your eyes widened when you saw the superhero wasn’t wearing her mask.

her face was also enveloped in shock, as you could only blur out one thing.

“..danielle?”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

“sorry..” she muttered as you winced, feeling the cotton pad press against your wound. “there’s usually no civilians… i should’ve been more careful.”

“don’t worry, danielle..” it felt weird, looking at one of the most famous heroes now and seeing your neighbour’s face. “it’s my job, you couldn’t know anyone would be stupid enough to come so close.”

with a deflated sigh, danielle lowered the hand that was holding the cotton pad. “you’re a reporter… are you gonna tell, uhm..” she awkwardly gestured to herself and the spiderwoman’s mask lying on your nightstand.

“no, of course not.”

“really?”you nodded your head softly, making her smile.

“i would’ve never though that my neighbour would be the famous spiderwoman…” you chuckled slightly. “guess you’re really ‘friendly neighbourhood spiderwoman’ huh?”

she laughed a bit. “yeah, guess you could say that.” danielle then cleared her throat. “so um… do you maybe wanna get a coffee after this? maybe tomorrow, my treat?”

“me?”

“well, i think you’re very pretty! and i kinda owe you for that camera you broke…”

“no, no you don’t owe- MY CAMERA BROKE?!”

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#newjeans #newjeans x reader #new jeans #new jeans x reader #danielle #danielle marsh #danielle x reader #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye #mo jihye x reader #hanni #minji #hyein #haerin

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coupleoffanfics · 7 months

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Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time.

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo��s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

#gotham x reader #gotham tv show x reader #dc x reader #jerome valeska x reader #gotham fanfiction #my idea rambling #will i ever do anything with this idea? idk tbh #i need to stop writing and some sleep

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yourmomsgranddad · 1 year

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— SEE YOU AGAIN

— PAIRING: Chad Meeks-Martin x fem!reader

— SUMMARY: You like Chad but you can't tell him. You feel like you might never get the chance when Ghostface strikes again.

— WORD COUNT: 3.3k (might be the longest one :/)

— WARNINGS: reader plays piano, reader sings a song (i'm sorry), canon violence, traumatic events?

You never were an awkward person.

Not really.

You were always outgoing.

You loved going to parties and hanging out with people. You loved hearing people's stories. And you loved talking to them.

But when it came to crushes, you were as silent as mouse. You could figure a word, a thought, all that was there was sound. And it wasn't cohearent.

You didn't know where it came from.

You were usually normal around Chad. But one day, after he spent a few hours at the gym, something shifted.

Now every time you two were around each other, you couldn't think normal thoughts. He just flooded your entire brain. And it was unhealthy.

You couldn't tell anybody. You were kind of embarrassed, falling all over a boy like this. But someone did catch you.

Tara.

Chad had just walked away and you might had slipped up by looking at him like this was a dream you were enjoying a little too much.

"Why are you looking at him like that?" She wondered with a half smirk on her face. "Hmm?" You looked like a deer in headlights, you had been caught. And she was loving seeing you this way.

"Don't 'hmm' me. I know you heard what I said. Why are you looking at Chad like you're in love with him? Oh my gosh, are you in love with him?!" She gasped, mocking you.

You put your hands on your face, you wanted to hide.

"It's fine. I won't tell. It'll be our little secret."

And so it was.

Anytime Chad was near you in any type of way, Tara would take the chance to tease you. Mention how good you looked to him. Talk about how pretty your eyes were so he would look at them closer.

It was torture.

"Why does she keep talking about you?" He asked one day after Tara had walked away. You wanted to say something cool. 'She just likes messing with me, that's all.' And that would have been the end of it.

But your tongue was stuck. He was sitting awfully close to you and staring directly at you, you didn't trust your mouth at this moment.

So you basically let his mind wander.

"Oh my gosh, wait! Do you think Tara likes you?" His eyes went wide with glee. Your heart dropped. Why was he so happy about it?

That definitely brought your words back.

"That is definitely false. If anyone were to like me, it would not be Tara. She disgusts me." You joked, causing him to laugh and you were back to not speaking.

"Why are you always so silent nowadays? I miss your voice. I miss you talking to me." You wanted to crawl inside your body.

It's not like you didn't like him talking to you, it was one of your favorite things. It's just the talking back that's hard. So you didn't. But you felt bad for not talking to him.

So you decided to not to put the option of talking into his hands.

You admired him from afar. When you hung out as a group, you made sure not to be close to start up a tiny convo.

That would have to do for now. Until you could get your words together.

You never understood why you kept a piano in your room.

You hadn't played since you were ten.

You escaped to your room while everyone was in the living room, watching tv. You sat at your little keyboard. It was covered in all types of stickers of your interests in high school.

You just slammed your hands on the keys, it didn't sound like anything. You missed feeling the keys underneath your fingers. You wanted to play something.

You played the first song that came to your mind.

"Heart beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid, to fall? But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow." You began playing along with your faint singing.

You didn't want to bother anyone while they were trying to watch their movie. You just wanted to sing to yourself.

"One step closer."

You removed your hands from the keys. Just sitting in your silence. You forgot how fun it was to play your piano. A smile began to dance across your cheeks. You were so enraptured in your activity, you didn't notice someone in your doorway.

"Were you singing Twilight?"

You looked up and there was Chad, looking down at you where you were sitting with his arm crossed.

"Which answer would sound less weird?" You wondered, joking with him for the first time in weeks. You forgot how much you missed talking to him. And you could tell from the look on his face that he did as well.

"None of them. You were singing Twilight, that gives me an obligation to make fun of you." He teased, walking into your room and sitting on your bed behind you.

You swiveled around on your stool, looking at him hopefully.

"Bring it." You waved, egging him on.

He looked up for a second, as if he was thinking of an insult until finally, he sucked in a bunch of air, making a makeshift smile toward you.

"I can't."

"Why not? Scared of hurting my feelings?" You pouted. You stood up from your seat, going to sit next to him on the edge of your bed.

"It's okay. I can take it."

He smiled at you, for some reason he didn't believe you. "Come on!" You playfully pushed him, trying to get him to do something.

"No! I have nothing bad to say. I really liked your singing."

Your playful exterior dropped and all that was left was appreciation. "No one's ever complimented my singing before. Mostly because I think you might be the only person I've ever sung in front of."

"Well they should. People don't notice how good things are until they're gone. I know if you stopped singing, I would definitely miss it."

"Well I guess I just shouldn't stop then."

"Oh I advise against it."

You hadn't noticed but the entire time, you were staring into his eyes, not looking away once. They were trapping you and you felt as though if you looked away, this moment would cease to be.

It wouldn't be real.

But he touched your cheek, assuring you that this moment was very much real. And he was staring at you with the same exact look you had.

You just knew the moment wasn't real when he started leaning in.

You wanted nothing more than for his lips to touch yours but you broke apart when you heard the sounds of screams coming from the living room. You wanted to have wishful thinking and believe it was the tv but you just couldn't be that lucky.

You knew what happened back in Woodsboro before Tara, Mindy, Sam, and Chad got to New York. Your heart jumped.

You didn't waste any time before bolting out of your room and finding everyone in the living room on edge. Everything seemed off as Sam was shaking and everyone else was looking behind you.

You slowly turned around to see something from your worse nightmares, Ghostface, in the flesh.

You had only heard stories about the heinous beast but seeing him here just made your heart beat out of your chest. You didn't dare move. You felt as soon as you moved, it would feel like you were pressing play on whatever was going to happen.

And surely enough, standing still does not help when you standing in front of a literal murderer.

He lifted his hand up, the one with the knife. Sam screamed for you to move but you were paralyzed by fear. That fear didn't do you any favors as he stuck his knife right into your abdomen.

You didn't know what being stabbed felt like, I mean you did constantly accidentally slice your fingers while making food but you never actually got a knife stuck in you.

It didn't feel nice.

It felt like your body was going to fall apart like Play-Doh, or sand. Now you definitely couldn't move.

Luckily he didn't go down to finish the job but instead decided to follow after Sam, wherever she ran to. You couldn't see anything, everything was super blurry and shaking.

You had been drunk before but it was nothing compared to this feeling.

You did definitely still feel everything that was going on. All the rushed footsteps going around your fading in and out body. The screams echoing off the walls.

When someone picked you up like a baby and sprinted down the stairs with you in their arms.

"No. What about Chad?" You slurred out.

"I'm right here. I got you."

You might not be able to see anything since your loss of blood but you knew what Chad's voice sounded like. That sound put you to sleep most nights.

He sat you down on the stairs, leaning you against the wall. Your vision started to blur back into reality and you could see Chad, leant in front of you. And you definitely noticed the big splotch of blood in the center of his hoodie.

"I'm sorry about the blood."

He looked down and chuckled, you were bleeding out and felt bad about it. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Just stay awake, okay?"

You nodded. You could see but now all the adrenaline was gone and you were hyper aware of the bloody gash beginning on your side.

There was no amount of alcohol to take away this pain.

The sun had come up and ambulances had been called.

Turns out, after Chad ran you down the stairs, Ghostface got to Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. You didn't know her well but you did know Mindy and you felt bad. You held onto her as you just sat in the back of the emergency vehicle.

You hadn't noticed but Chad walked up to the two of you, leaning next to you. "Are you okay?" He wondered, looking down at you.

You were covered in the blanket that the EMT had given you. They had stitched up your side and stopped the bleeding. And your vision was back to normal. You weren't okay but you were doing a little bit better.

"No. But I knew going to college with you guys would be like a movie. I didn't think the movie would be Saw, but I'll manage."

He let out a little chuckle.

"At least it's not Nightmare on Elm Street, you love to sleep." Mindy added, making you giggle. This is what you needed, a joke with a friend to get your mind off the fact that less than 24 hours ago, you had been stabbed.

You looked up at Chad to see if he was laughing too but his eyes were somewhere else, on someone else. You had noticed, going under the yellow tape, was Ethan, Chad's roommate.

You knew Ethan, you were in Chad's dorm a lot for studying and just hanging in general.

You didn't feel any way about his appearance but from the look on Chad's face, you knew something was wrong. He stomped up to the boy and slammed him into a parked vehicle.

You rarely seen Chad get violent but when you did, you never really liked it. I mean who would?

"Where were you, man?! My sister and Y/n got stabbed and you were just gone!" You didn't like the violence but you did like Chad worrying about you. You had completely forgotten about your crush.

It kind of leaked out of you with your blood.

"I was at ECON!"

You wanted to believe him but something in you just didn't feel right about the situation.

You wanted to go back to normal after the incident but knowing who you're friends were, this was only just the beginning.

You found a Ghostface lair and any confidence you had before, it left as soon as that knife left your body. You felt your breath become haggard, you didn't know what to do and you felt like you wanted to burst into tears.

But you had to stay composed. Deep breaths. Nope, you couldn't. You had to get out of there. You put your hands in the air and stomped out. Knowing the situation, you probably should have said where you were going.

But you honestly didn't know, you just needed air.

You were lucky that New York was constantly windy so you didn't have to worry about not getting any.

Your life was exciting. I mean you lived in New York, what could be more exciting than rats and the stinky pee smell constantly? But that level of excitement? Have to constantly be running and worry about who you can trust?

No one wanted that.

You knew for damn sure Tara didn't want it. She always told you how she wished her life was different. "I love my sister but I don't like that Ghostface comes with her." She told you once.

You knew the dangers of being friends with them. But you didn't know it would be that bad.

There are a lot of scary things in life. But the number one thing was mankind.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard someone exit the building you just walked out of. And it's like the universe wanted to punch the remaining air out of your lungs because who else would it be except for Chad.

"I saw you run out so I wanted to make sure you were okay."

You found a fire escape and sat down on it, looking up at the New York sky in this dark and sad alleyway. "I'm not Ghostface, if that's what you're thinking."

He noticed the way you couldn't look at him. Your eyes were trained on the sky. You being Ghostface was the last thing on his mind.

You kept thinking to yourself, why are you so distraught about a little knife? You got stabbed a little and you didn't die. But you kept thinking about how the knife twisted in your gut, about how the person who stabbed probably didn't think twice about doing that to you.

What if it happened again?

He sat down next to you on the very small step and you just sat in silence for a while. You kind of needed it.

"I can't believe this is your second time going through this and you're so chill about it." You tried to chuckle but for some reason, it came out quietly. It was barely even a chuckle, more of a sound.

"I have to be. If I break down, they get you. But you're allowed to be human. You got stabbed, it's not fun." He tried to make you feel better about being mad and sad at the same time but you just wanted to scream.

"Y'know when you pop a balloon and it flies around the room until it loses all its air? And you hear that gross sound of it deflating?"

He nodded shortly, he didn't want to cut you off. You needed to get this out.

"That's how my body felt. Like a big ball of air floating through the air and losing all of its insides."

You hadn't noticed but you subconsciously put your head on his shoulder. And he definitely was not pushing you away, instead vying to put his head on top of yours.

In any normal circumstance, you would've been doing backflips in your mind. But this wasn't a normal circumstance. And your stomach was already making noises for another reason, nothing good.

Breaking the tension, Chad let out a little giggle.

You jolted up, looking at him confused. You weren't expecting the sound but you happily welcomed it.

"What?" You chuckled along with as if you were already a part of the joke. "Are you hungry?" He wondered with a bright smile on his face. And there was the good feeling he gave you when he looked at you, just flooding right back in.

"Kinda. Why?"

Before anything else could be said, he grabbed your hand and begun leading you out of the alleyway.

You hadn't known it yet. But you two were about to go on a date.

It wasn't much a date as much as it was just him making sure you got something in your stomach.

But it felt like it.

You laughed, you talked, and you ate. All date activities.

By the time, you made it back to the hideout, it was nighttime. And it seemed like Sam and Tara were just getting there too, like they weren't in there when you left.

"Where have you guys been?!" Sam shouted, looking like a peeved mother toward the two of you. "We went to get food."

She barely let you get a statement out before wrapping you in her arms in a warm embrace. You'd expect this type of interaction from Tara but never from Sam. This definitely was new.

"Damn, Sam. Flirting in front of your boyfriend? Shameful." You joked, hopefully setting a lighter tone on the situation. It helped a little, it caused everyone to let out a little chuckle.

"Tara, tell your sister to stop flirting with me."

You hopped out of Sam's arms, falling into Tara's who returned it almost immediately. She smiled at your antics, this was the first time in weeks you were being yourself.

"Sam, stop flirting with Y/n. She does not like you that way."

She rolled her eyes playfully as you continued to walk in their current direction, still entangled in Tara's arms.

The group let you two know that they had a plan to trap Ghostface and kill him inside the weird lair.

As soon as you got inside, you all went your separate ways, going off and doing your own things. You instinctively went to the little candy counter. You didn't really want the candy, you just liked how it looked.

It didn't take long for Chad to pop up in front of you.

Things were silent between the two of you and for once in the past few weeks, you enjoyed the silence.

"Was that a date?" You blurted out.

"Before, when we went out to eat, was it a date? I'm okay if it wasn't. Like I wasn't wishing it was a date. I just didn't want to take it wrong way and say in the future that it was a date. Especially if it wasn't. Oh my gosh that would so embarra-"

Without any type of warning, he jolted forward, slamming his lips onto yours. You were momentarily paused, you almost didn't know what was going on. But as soon as you understood, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

After just sitting there, idle, he pulled away and looked around, almost pretending that didn't happen. He didn't want to be the first person to mention how awkward that was.

He just knew you were going to say something.

"Really, C? You did all that to just give me a church kiss? That's crazy. If you're going to do it, you better do it like you mean it."

So he tried again. Leaning forward slower this time and placing his lips on you lightly. This kiss more gentle as he slipped his tongue in through the gap your teeth made from smiling.

"Now that's a kiss."

You both pulled away satisfied, you smiling a little too big. You were excited, you had been waiting for that for weeks.

"It was a date. For your information." He said, clearing the air as he leaned over the counter. "I really like you, you know that?" Again, unexpected. You thought you were going to have to confess. But he did it for you.

But before you could return the sentiment, you felt a familiar sharp pain in your side. It was exactly the same as you remembered.

Balloon.

Your body froze from the pain, you basically lost feeling in your feet. You fell forward, into Chad's arms. He wanted to check and see if you were okay. But you fell behind him, causing him to fall into Ghostface.

He ducked, leaning over to grab you.

"Come on! We have to run."

He clutched your hand as you started sprinting toward the door. You wanted so much to hunch over and give into your injury. But you knew the moment you slowed, it was over. So you pressed your free hand into the wound as hard as you could and bolted.

You went to burst through the door but it was instead opened by Tara and Sam who seemed to be untouched.

They quickly rushed out of the way, allowing you to run through. Sam slammed the door in his face and then it was back to running.

The pain was unbearable but so was death.

You made your way back around to the spot you were originally. You got in front of Chad who threw a popcorn machine down, trying to trip Ghostface.

He jumped over it, speeding right past you, Tara, and Sam, going right for Chad. You want to help him but you were hunched over, on the ground, holding onto your wound for dear life. You were lucky Tara and Sam sprung to action and pulled him off of Chad.

He kicked Ghostface to the ground and suddenly, it seemed like you won.

Tara pulled you to the door, just in case you need to make a quick escape. Chad went to grab a gumball machine and make sure he was dead. But out of nowhere, another Ghostface appeared, stabbing Chad in the same exact side you got stabbed in.

"Chad!" You and Tara yelled out.

The two Ghostfaces took turns, alternating stabbing Chad in every part of his body. "No!" You shouted, you wanted to use the rest of your strength to go and help him but you could barely stand.

"Go. Run." He managed to get out of his blood soaked mouth. He forced out a nod even though he couldn't even move, he had blood coming out of everywhere in his body.

Tara hooked her arm around your middle and began pulling you out of the room.

You couldn't go rather far since you were also bleeding.

"Drop me right here." You whispered, reached down to the floor, taking a nice seat behind a wall. You could barely be seen. "Are you going to be okay right here?" Sam wondered, grabbing on your free hand.

"No. But if I move one more inch, my body's going to fall apart. Come back for me when it's safe."

The girls nodded. They hesitated leaving you in this state. Blood was gushing out of you like a faucet and you could barely move. You were defensiveless.

Tara's eyes darted around the room, seemingly looking for something. She walked away for a second, only coming back with a rusty old knife. She shoved it into your free hand. "Anyone comes near you, give em' a matching wound." You only reacted with a nod.

"That's my girl."

She stomped away, fading from your view.

You wanted so much to burst out of this injury and help Sam and Tara with whatever was causing them pain out there. You couldn't see since your back was to them.

You tried to get up but your legs immediately turned to jelly and back down you went.

But surely enough, they ended it, stabbing their roommate's dad in both of his arms. That part you saw since they were right in front of you.

As soon as he was confirmed down, Tara went right to you.

"Are you good?"

"Not in slightest."

She wrapped your free arm around her shoulder and helped you out of the building. She was bleeding from her side as well but she was walking as if it didn't bother her. She was trying to help you first.

She got you to the ambulance where they patched you up once again and you were once again, sitting in the back of an emergency vehicle.

"I'm growing tired of ambulances." Tara mentioned, standing in front of you, breaking the long built of silence. "You and me both, sister." Sam replied, rolling her shoulder in pain. She had gotten stabbed too.

Tara looked back at you and you were just sitting there, silently crying.

"What's the matter?" She worried, grabbing onto your hand in concern. You rarely cried in front of your friends so she was a little confused by the sudden feeling.

"It's just Chad."

You heard the rustling of wheels in the slight distance. You immediately recognized it. It was a gurney from the ambulance. But who else was in the building who needed saving?

You looked up and looking half dead, was Chad.

You got out of your seat almost instantly and ran to his side. "I thought you were dead." He couldn't talk, he had an oxygen mask on but he lifted his hand up to your cheek.

He didn't even have to say anything.

You understood.

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