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Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!

In which the reader is the musical guest at Saturday Night Live the same week Tom Holland is hosting.

Ship: Reader x Tom Holland

Word Count: 5747 (what in the heck?? my longest piece ever lol)

Warnings: Mild alcohol consumption

Rating: K

Preface: I mention the NBC page program, which is like an intense internship/fellowship with the company where college grads work with at least 3 parts of the company over a year to get job exposure. A lot of famous actors and actresses were pages!

***

Walking into 30 Rockefeller Center on Wednesday afternoon was a surreal experience for sure. As a young NBC page led you through hallways and up to studio 8H, you were getting butterflies.

On one side of the hall was a sign for studio 8G, which hosted Late Night with Seth Meyers, but the page turned the other way, guiding you through doors to the Saturday Night Live studio.

There was hustle and bustle all around you as she took you to your green room, which had a sign printed with your name on it over an NYC skyline. You almost pinched yourself.

You had known for about a month that you’d be performing as the musical guest for SNL the upcoming weekend, but now that you were here for your first rehearsal, things were getting real.

When your manager had asked if you wanted to play the show, she’d been met by your enthusiastic “YES! Are you kidding me?!” It was even better when she mentioned who the host would be:

Tom Holland.

You’d watched every season of SNL since you were probably in middle school. You could easily name off every cast member but would have to remember to keep your cool until after Saturday.

Another thing you’d need to stay cool about was Spiderman himself. You had the biggest crush on him, but who your age didn’t? He was charming and British, disregarding physical features. You were most nervous to meet him.

The page let you put your things down and took you to Lorne Michael’s office where he and some of the production team wanted to talk to you about your set. You’d only get two songs, but one of the writers also asked if you’d want to be in a couple sketches, too.

Later that evening would be the normal pitch meeting, where writers who’d spent all Tuesday afternoon and night into the early hours of Wednesday writing finally got to show the host and cast their ideas. They’d narrow it down to eight, so you were surprised they wanted you in not one, but two sketches.

It wasn’t difficult to say yes to that. You wouldn’t be present for the pitch meeting, however, because in just a few short hours you’d be heading down to studio 6B to film a segment for Jimmy Fallon’s show.

Your management team stayed behind at the hotel to work on details for a couple concerts you had and were planning to head up to the studio before your interview.

After the meeting, you were shown around to familiarize yourself with the studio and stage before starting your first rehearsal. For one song, it would be just you and a piano, but the other song would have a band playing while you sang and did some limited choreography.

You sat in front of the keys of a beautiful grand piano, stretching your fingers. Someone requested you play one of your songs, so you looked around, as if asking for permission. Everyone in the room nodded for you to play, so you began the tune of your favorite song from your album.

Your voice wasn’t warm and there wasn’t a mic on you, but you got lost in the lyrics and chords like you always did. By the song’s end, you’d drawn a small crowd. They clapped and you blushed when you finished, closing the lid and standing to do a sheepish curtsy.

Most of the small crowd dissipated and you were talking to some crew about stage setup when someone interrupted you.

“Sorry to bother, but that was incredible. Can’t wait to hear how good you’ll be this weekend,” said a male voice with a distinct London accent. You turned to find Tom Holland right in front of you.

“Oh, well, thank you! I- I uh, didn’t expect to meet you so soon,” you stuttered, thrusting out a hand. “Y/n y/l/n.”

He gripped your hand firmly and shook it, nodding his head once, too.

“Tom Holland. You know I was excited when I heard you’d be performing the same week I host. The last film I did, we listened to your music like, all the time. You could say I’m a fan.”

Was this real? Tom Holland was a fan of you!? You chuckled.

“I could definitely say the same for you. I love your movies. ‘Been a fan for years.”

You both smiled happily and Tom was about to respond when the page who’d been showing you around the whole time came up.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Miss y/l/n, they’ve asked to get your measurements in costuming if that’s okay.”

“Oh! Yes of course!” you said to her, then turned to Tom. “Sorry. It was nice meeting you! See you around?”

“Of course! Nice meeting you also!”

As the young girl led you away again, you missed where a younger brother of Tom said to him,

“Think you’re in love yet?”

***

After an eventful visit at the Tonight Show that included you and Jimmy playing box of lies and performing one of your songs for the audience, you headed back up to 8H alone.

You’d remembered leaving something in your dressing room and had let your team go on back to the hotel without you. You’d felt confident that you could sneak back to your hotel safely without causing a big ruckus. It was only a few blocks away.

You were digging in your bag for your phone when you bumped into someone. Each of you said a quick “oh, sorry!” before looking to see who the other was.

It was Tom again.

You hadn’t realized before, but his room was the one right next to yours. It made sense, both of you being guests and all, but you were still caught off guard.

“Headed out?” he asked. You felt yourself blushing a little.

“Yeah, well. I just finished at Fallon’s and they don’t need me back here until tomorrow so I’m heading back to my hotel to order pizza for my whole team and then crash,” you laughed.

“Oh yeah? That sounds about like what we’re doing,” Tom gestured back to his brother and best friend, who you shook hands with gladly.

You talked as you wound through the halls and quickly realized you were all staying at the same place.

“That’s crazy! We were just going to get a cab if you want to just come with us. I’m already paying for it, so...” he offered. You were surprised.

“What? No, no, I couldn’t just ride on your coattails like that,” you started.

“No seriously, y/n. It’s fine! We’re literally all going to the same place and no one can bother us from a taxi cab. You don’t even have to talk to us if you don’t want to.”

You looked at the other two boys questioningly and they nodded, encouragingly nodding for you to accept the offer.

“Okay, okay! If all of you are fine with it, I’ll come.”

They cheered and you continued in happy conversation as you headed downstairs. A doorman called a cab for you and you piled in. Harry took the front and you offered to take the middle, sandwiched between Harrison and Tom.

Never in a million years had you expected to be in such close proximity to one, much less all, of them. It was a short drive and the driver took you to a back entrance, the place celebrities usually entered.

You still weren’t quite used to the star life. Up until you’d hit it big, it was normal for you to do pretty much everything yourself and stay in relatively cheap hotels like any other person.

Now, your management team handled most things and you were staying in five star places with secret celebrity entrances and prices that would probably make your grandmother faint.

Inside, you’d also realized you were on the same floor, both of you staying in large suites used by many elites over the years. You parted ways, anticipating seeing each other in the morning for rehearsals and later that evening when you’d be doing Seth Meyers’ show together.

***

The studio was buzzing when you entered Thursday morning. Your small team headed straight for the dressing room as you were taken away to a sketch read. Both sketches the writers had asked you about had been greenlit, so you were excited to work on them

“Morning, y/n. How was the pizza?” Tom asked cheekily when you first walked in. A couple of people passing by gave strange looks but said nothing.

“Well, who doesn’t love a good New York slice, huh? I’d say it was pretty darn good. And you?”

“We ended up getting room service, but pizza’s definitely next on my list,” he joked before you were handed scripts and asked to review them. The writers and cast were trying to figure out some basic spacing as you looked over your lines and cues.

You finally got to work rehearsing the two sketches. You broke a couple times when Kate landed a punchline and when Beck accidentally tripped.

When they decided to move on from those, you where whisked away to wardrobe and makeup to shoot "bumper” stills and videos, the photos and clips between sketches and commercial breaks.

You were excited to see how they envisioned your style and personality and would bring it to life. The photographer collaborated with you and shot some really incredible photos, both serious and goofy.

Next you were back in music rehearsals figuring out more about the staging and running some diagnostic sound checks. Once lunchtime came around, your stomach was growling.

You just barely caught Tom as you went for lunch, he was finishing up as you built your plate. As it always seemed, you only got a few words in with each other before someone was dragging Tom off for his own photoshoot.

You got to talk to Harry and Harrison for a little bit, too, until your manager asked to have a quick meeting about your schedule. Once you were free, you were taken to costuming to try a few things on and figure out hair styles that would fit the show.

There were more music rehearsals and you read the new scripts (as they had already been rewritten twice now). You were pretty tired by the time someone asked you to head across the hall to prepare for Late Night.

You grabbed a quick bite to eat on your way out of 8H and finished is by the time you were in the doors of 8G and a page led you to your green room, once again located next to Tom’s.

Since you were both doing SNL together, you and Tom were going to be interviewed together, but you also had the added bonus of being the musical guest again.

You only needed to rehearse a couple times to get the sound down (it’s not like it’s live, so you could easily restart if something went wrong). Once you were finished, they brought in the studio audience and you got a chance to go back to your green room and chill for a little while.

Seth had a couple other guests, so while you were waiting, you knocked on Tom’s door to greet him and discuss the talking points each of your management had given Seth.

As the in-house band was warming up, Seth came into the room.

“Well I didn’t expect to see both of you in here,” he joked, shaking both of you hands. Tom had been on the show before, but this was your first time meeting the host.

After a couple minutes, Seth was informed of the time and made his leave, going out to meet his audience and begin taping. After his monologue and the first guest, you and Tom were called to the stage.

“Now for our nexts guests we have both the host and musical guest of this weekend’s Saturday Night Live, Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Come on out here!”

Tom gestured for you to go ahead of him, so you walked out, waving to the cheering crowd. You took the seat nearest to Seth’s desk.

“Well hello, there. Good to see you two,” he greeted as you settled in. “Welcome back, Tom, and welcome for the first time, y/n.”

“Wait this is your first time here?” Tom asked incredulously. You laughed.

“Yeah! Up until a few months ago like, no one knew who I was. Not even Seth!” you poked right back. Seth jokingly agreed.

The interview went well, both of you telling some funny stories and explaining how the week was going. Finally, you cut for a commercial.

“Alright we’ll return with y/n and Tom after this short break!”

You were right back to the interview after the commercial “break.” Towards the end of it, you all got off on the subject of alcohol.

“You are 21, right?” Tom asked you. You rolled your eyes and gave an exaggerated hair flip.

“Yes, I am of the legal age. You should know as well as anyone what it’s like to have a baby face,” you roasted, causing the audience to go “ohh!” and Tom and Seth to raise their eyebrows.

“Wow looks like we’ve got a little rivalry now. The real question is who can handle their alcohol better. I think we oughta bring you two back for my day drinking segment to settle this!”

Both of you overconfidently pointed at yourselves when Seth asked who was better with alcohol.

“Now that’s an idea I can get behind!” you exclaimed before the interview finally wrapped up and you got ready to go sing. Tom and Seth stayed at the desk while you performed, which thankfully only took one shot.

As you wrapped up the show, you gave final waves to the audience and then headed offstage. You and Tom walked through the halls together and Seth caught up with you after finishing his outro.

He thanked you both for being on the show, you took a few pictures, then talked for a while. Seth was eventually called away to look at something, so you said your goodbyes to him and continued towards the green rooms.

“You were great tonight. Your voice is phenomenal,” Tom said to you. “and honestly I can’t believe you haven’t been doing talkshows that long. You’re a natural.”

“I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I love to talk about myself,” you quipped. “But seriously, thank you. Everything leading up to now has happened so fast, it’s hard to really gauge if things are going well or not.”

“I can relate to that. It’s hard, but having my family and brothers helps keep me grounded, you know? Harrison, too. They know that they can call me out and, yeah, I might get mad at first, but I understand that they’re keeping me from getting a big head.”

“Yeah I can’t imagine how overnight it must have been for you. My family and friends definitely don’t miss the chance to poke a little fun here and there to keep my ego down, too. You know, it’s nice talking to someone who understands for once. I love them, but unfortunately they’ll never fully get what it’s like, but you do,” you smiled.

You talked a little more, then spilt off to actually go to get ready to leave the building for the night. The upcoming Friday was going to be a long one.

Once again, you let your manager and assistant and everyone leave ahead of you. Regardless of whether you would hitch a ride with Tom again, you could find your way around easily.

You waited by the door until you heard their voices nearing and the boys came into the hallway.

“Oh y/n, you’re still here, too,” Harry said.

“Yeah, I was trying to decide what to do for dinner tonight before I head back to the hotel.”

“Well we’re going to grab some pizza if you want to join us,” Harrison offered happily, causing Tom to look at him funny.

“Y/n probably doesn’t want to be bothered by us all day every day and plus, she had pizza last night, I’m sure she doesn’t want it again. Sorry, y/n, don’t feel pressured by this div,” Tom said apologetically.

“Honestly, I could eat pizza everyday, so that’s not an issue, and I honestly love hanging out with you guys. You remind me of my friends back home. If y’all want to eat together, I seriously would not mind.”

“Really?” Tom asked incredulously, then recomposed himself. “Well, yeah, sure. We were gonna head back to the hotel to change clothes and then figure things out from there, is that okay?”

“That sounds perfect, except I’m paying the cab fare this time.”

***

In most situations, a group of guys you’d only known a couple of days asking you into their hotel room would be a major red flag, and it probably still should have been, but you threw caution to the wind and went to Tom’s suite anyways.

Harry answered the door and let you in, and inside you found Tom and Harrison on the floor of the living space drinking beers. They both raised their cans up to you as you came in.

All three of the boys were in simple sweats and t-shirts, similar to you in your leggings and sweatshirt. It wasn’t much later that Harry went to the lobby to retrieve the pizzas they’d ordered and you were all digging in, seated around the coffee table talking.

You all discussed random things, poking fun at each other like you were old friends. It was like they’d already accepted you as one of their own.

“How you think this weekend’s gonna go, y/n?” Tom asked between swigs of his ale.

“I’d say pretty good. I’m hella nervous though. SNL is like its own universe.”

“You can say that again. This is like nothing I’ve ever done before.”

“Oh, come on. You two are both going to do great Saturday. Don’t think too much about it and just have fun,” Harrison encouraged as you continued eating.

Throughout the evening, you couldn’t help but pick up on the way you and Tom kept making eye contact. It was brief, but it was different than how you and Harry or Harrison looked at each other. There was something else there.

Your stomach fluttered. Who else could say that they spent an evening drinking with their biggest celebrity crush? And then continually exchange flirty looks?

At one point Tom even tossed a wink at you after cracking a joke, causing your heartbeat to quicken momentarily.

After getting lost in conversation with the boys, you realized the time and prepared to excuse yourself back to your own room. The coming morning was going to be an early one, after all.

“Oh man, I better head out. We’ve got a long day ahead of us,” you commented, stretching as you stood up. The boys followed suit.

“Wow I didn’t even realize how long we’ve been sitting here,” Tom added.

“Yeah. Thanks again for letting me come over tonight. I haven’t gotten to do something like this in a while so it’s nice to just spend time with people who I don’t pay to hang around me all day, you know?”

“I understand and definitely can agree, since these divs are kind of paid to hang around me.”

You all laughed as Tom walked you to the door.

“Well. See you bright and early...” you trailed.

“Yeah, see you then,” Tom answered, awkwardly sticking out his arms for a hug. You obliged, squeezing your arms around his neck as his held your waist.

And goodness did he give good hugs.

***

You were definitely tired walking into 8H Friday morning. The caffeinated drink in hand helped a little, but late night beers paired with waking up early didn’t quite go hand in hand.

It wasn’t really a hangover either, since you hadn’t been fully drunk, but it didn’t help the exhaustion from traveling, working the past two days, and a lack of sleep.

The first thing you had to do was rehearse your songs for Saturday as the set team worked on transporting and putting together large set pieces that had been made at the navy yard in Brooklyn.

Tom and the cast weren’t far away, figuring the live show with costuming and quick changes along with doing some pre-filmed sketches. The writers were continually making adjustments and figuring out how things would be done.

They eventually called you over, too, to rehearse your sketches and film one of them. You had to get used to the costumes and cue cards and blocking of each. There had been some minor changes as well, so you had to be quick on your feet.

By lunchtime, all the cast took a well deserved break to sit and have a bite. The writers were having to shuffle around while they tried to eat as you and Tom sat down to talk some more.

“Hey, sorry to bug you, but do you guys mind if I take a picture or two for the SNL social media accounts?” a page asked while you were munching on sandwiches.

You and Tom looked at each other and shrugged.

“Fine with me,” you answered, Tom giving a similar reply. The two of you leaned in next to each other, holding up your sandwiches and laughing.

A few photos were snapped and you and Tom approved of them to be posted online. You thought nothing of it as you went to more rehearsals, working through the show’s order and trying to get down timing before Saturday’s dress rehearsal and show.

You couldn’t help but laugh watching the sketches, as this was your first time seeing the ones you weren’t a part of. Tom’s comedic timing and dry British humor paired well with the material he was given.

When the day came to an end, you were looking through instagram and gathering your things. You went to SNL’s page and put the post of you and Tom together onto your story, adding the text “Can’t wait for everyone to see my favorite sandwich partner host the show tomorrow!”

As before, you thought nothing of it and posted the story, heading out the door to ride back with Tom and the boys.

***

At the hotel, you and Tom had decided to not hang out for the evening since you’d be having a late, late night Saturday and wanted to get some sleep. You opened up social media as you laid in bed to wind down.

You decided to look at the picture of you and Tom from lunch again and read some comments, hoping there would be some funny ones and whatnot.

Instead, you found hundreds of comments saying “omg ship” and “my two faves together” and “this couple would be everything!!”

You were honestly shocked to see people saying that about you, especially since you had never heard of your fans indicating that they wanted to see you two together.

Twitter was also buzzing over you and Tom’s picture, some fan pages just talking about either one of you, while others also talked about shipping you.

In your heart, you kind of enjoyed it, since you were hardcore crushing on Tom now, but you had no idea how he felt.

Did he like you back? Did he just think of you as just a friend or acquaintance? Was he secretly dating someone and you were just reading too much into it?

It was much to think about, so instead you closed your phone and fell into a deep slumber.

***

You didn’t have to be in the studio as early as the past days since dress rehearsal wasn’t until 8pm and the show started at 11:30. You felt better rested than the day before, but butterflies were constantly erupting in your stomach.

You and Tom caught each other at the building’s entrance and went up the elevators together.

“Ready for tonight?” you asked, tapping a foot anxiously.

“Absolutely not. You?”

“Same here. Not only is it going to be watched by millions, but some of the most important people in my life are coming and I’m freaking out a little.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked softly. “And who would that be?”

“Well, my parents and some friends from home. I can sing in front of sold out stadiums but I still get nervous if I know they’re in a crowd. It’s stupid, I know.”

“No I totally get it. My parents and brothers will all be here, too, and my heart races when they watch my work. The best advice ever given to me, though was ‘turn nerves into excitement,’ and that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”

You nodded and smiled up at him.

“That is pretty good. Thanks,” you replied as the elevator doors opened.

The halls were bustling with what seemed like every employee as you headed to your green room. It wasn’t long before you were being thrown updated scripts and rehearsing again.

Finally as dusk turned to night, the dress rehearsal audience seats began filling up. You were bouncing nervously in the hall as you watched the cast begin the cold open on a monitor.

“Nervous?” a male voice asked quietly next to you. It was Tom, of course. You bobbed your head from side to side.

“Excited,” you replied cheekily. He smiled and was about to say something else when a crew member came by to lead him to his starting place for the monologue. He gave a quick wave before heading backstage, instead.

The dress rehearsal went okay, certain jokes and lines being cut and rearranged by the end for time. Thankfully the audience received everything well, for the most part.

Your own music and sketches felt like a rush, but you were proud. Tom’s advice had really gotten to you, because you were bubbling with excited anticipation for 11:30 broadcast to begin.

There was about an hour between dress and the actual taping, so you scarfed down a few bites of food and tried to shake out some jitters. You also sipped some caffeinated hot tea and did vocal runs to stay in tip top shape.

Your friends and family stopped by the green room to say hi before they joined the audience, giving you hugs and encouragement for the evening ahead.

As the clock neared 11:30, you were walking down a hall already dressed for your first song when you almost bumped into Tom.

“Oh, hey! Great job at dress! You’re gonna do amazing,” you immediately said, making him beam.

“Thank you! And you too! Your voice is on fire tonight, as if it’s ever not.”

“You haven’t heard me try to sing sick, then. I sound like a diseased animal.” You shook your hands and head to dismiss yourself. “But, uh, earlier I was gonna tell you ‘break a leg’ and then I remembered you used to dance, sooo... merde.”

Tom raised his brows and chuckled.

“You know that phrase too?” You nodded. “Well then merde to you, too. Oh, and I was wanting to ask if tonig-”

Tom was cut off by someone once again needing to drag him away to prepare for the show, causing you both to toss waves at each other again. Maybe he’d finish his thought later.

This was it. The real deal.

You took that as a cue to find your place by the monitors until after Tom’s monologue and the commercial break, when you’d start moving to stand with the band.

The cold open landed well, and you felt chills hearing two of the cast yell,

“And live from New York, IT’S SATURDAY NIGHT!”

The classic jazz music of SNL played over the intro and Tom made his way down the iconic steps to do his monologue.

Your heart fluttered seeing him stand on that stage with a wide smile, waving at the crowd. He was dressed in a blue suit and his curls were styled just right. He looked incredible.

The monologue landed well and you felt an even bigger flutter as you heard Tom lead into commercial, saying the iconic line,

“We have a great show for you tonight! Y/n Y/l/n is here! So stick around we’ll be right back!”

With that the camera panned out and cut, and chaos began as the crew moved everyone to set the first live sketch. In the meantime, a prefilmed sketch played, the one you had participated in.

The audience cheered and laughed at your surprise appearance in the sketch, which made you feel really good. You had moved now to a place where you could see the stage in person.

The camera panned in as the audience applauded and the next sketch began. Even after having seen it multiple times that week, you couldn’t help but laugh as the ridiculous character Tom played so well.

When they cut to another commercial break, it was your time to get ready to sing the first song.

Your stomach fluttered like it always did before a show, but Tom shot you a thumbs up before the break ended and boosted your confidence. A camera was pointed in his face as he calmly said,

“Ladies and gentlemen, y/n y/l/n,” as he gestured towards you.

The lights came up and you began playing, and you became lost in the music like always. It came and ended quickly, and suddenly you were listening to the cheers of the audience. You waved and bowed in thanks as the cameras panned again.

Up came the weekend update, your favorite part of any Saturday Night Live. The jokes for the segment were typically written on Saturday, so many of them were new to you.

Tom came and stood next to you during the update with a bowl-cut red wig dressed in khakis and a sweater vest over a button up. You looked him up and down amused.

“Your performance was amazing,” he whispered.

“Thanks. You’re doing great out there. They love you,” you whispered back.

“I sure hope so. Hey I’ve been trying to ask if-” he started, but then was cut off by someone grabbing him and leading him towards stage for the next sketch. Your stomach fluttered again.

What could he possibly want to ask me?

The live sketch transitioned into a prefilm and then you were up again, this song was more energetic and included some choreography, and you felt confident in the shimmering gold bodysuit and boots you were wearing.

You happily danced and sung after Tom reintroduced you to the crowd and got a large round of applause. There was only one sketch left of the show and you were in it, so the team rushed you into a quickchange booth offstage to put on your costume and a quick wig.

The sketch began and you stood to the side nervously. When your cue came, you burst onto the stage clumsily, as directed by the script. Your character made some inappropriate comments to Tom’s which garnered you many laughs again.

It was satisfying.

Once the sketch ended, all that was left were the goodnights, so you were again rushed off to change into a cute jumpsuit and reaffix your hair. Tom came out in a blue suit with the jacket unbuttoned, a black tee underneath.

You rushed to take your place next to him as other cast members filed in around you, Lorne standing in the middle of the room watching to make sure everyone came out. The audience applauded as the music played and camera panned.

After they gave the final countdown, Tom began giving thanks to many people, from cast and crew, to family, and to you.

“I want to give a huge thanks to tonight’s musical guest, y/n y/l/n,” he exclaimed, gesturing to you. The crowd cheered and you laughed and waved, giving him a joking elbow.

“I love you all! Goodnight!” he finally exclaimed.

With that, the music was brought up and everyone began hugging as the credits rolled. You immediately turned to Tom and he to you, both of you throwing arms wide.

You wanted to hug him forever, but realized that it would look fishy and there were many people you still wanted to hug and thank.

Both of you pulled back, giving each other a quick “good job!” before turning to others.

***

You were finally offstage and had said quick goodbyes to your family, who wouldn’t be staying for the afterparty. As you headed towards the greenroom for the last time that night, you were stopped by Tom.

“Hey! Y/n,” he said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh my gosh there you are!” you said, turning to give him another hug, this one more emotional and less performative.

“I’m serious y/n, you were incredible. I know I’ve said it a million times but you have a real gift. Not to mention your acting skills,” he said into the crook of your neck.

You pulled away to look at him, arms still loosely wrapped around him.

“Well thank you, but you were great too. Everyone loved you. I loved you out there.” You paused for a moment, arms sliding from his shoulders as you continued to walk down the hall. “You know I had a lot of fun this week. Doing this and just hanging out. I was really nervous to meet you.”

“I did too, and yeah, we were all super nervous to meet you, too. Like I told you before, we listen to your music a lot. But, uh, that being said. All night I’ve been trying to ask if you’d like to go to the afterparty with me?”

“Oh yeah that’s perfect! Are the guys coming too?” you asked enthusiastically, not detecting the nervousness in his voice.

“No, no. I mean, yeah they’ll be there but...” he stopped and you followed suit. “I’d like you to go with me with me. And ideally leave with me... alone.”

Your eyes widened and breath hitched. Now it clicked. He was asking you out.

“Oh! Well then... I’d like that very much.” You smiled.

“Yeah?” he asked, incredulous.

“Yeah,” you answered.

Let’s just say you were singing a different kind of tune that night once you left to your empty hotel room “with him.”

***

A/N: omg omg omg I started this story forever ago but finally got around to finishing it! No new marriage project chapter this week, I thought I’d just post this to hold y’all over ;) Thanks for reading!

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 4 years

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The new fic reminded me of this gem i wrote a while back, and I don't think i ever sent it to you!

LAOFT Tattoo Parlor AU

In which Roman opens a tattoo parlor for two good reasons, and one really dumb one.

also, this is like my first ever fic in this format so feedback is appreciated (That includes constructive criticism)

and its not proofread we die like men

• So one day The Boys are just talking and Roman mentions that his failed attempt at piercing his ears

• To which Virgil goes “Greta tried to do that to me, but it failed even more spectacularly.”

• “Wait how do you even pierce fae ears? Doesn’t the needle, y’know, burn?”

• “Copper?”

• “Oh yeah I didn’t even consider that.”

• “Well it’s not like we could have it done regardless,” Logan points out, “We aren’t going to find a shop with tools made of pure copper.”

• “Well how do you know that, though? Have you even looked?” Patton asks

• “Yes.”

• “Oh. Wait, why?”

• “I was just looking to see if it was possible to get a tattoo.”

• And then they ask Logan what tattoo he would even get and he says that he didn’t really know, but it definitely would be some sort of flower. He also points out that it doesn’t matter anyway, since it would be impossible.

• But once again, Logan underestimated just how big of a simp Roman Gage is.

• So Roman has been thinking about what kind of job he would want. He’s certain a desk job would kill him. He really would like a job that lets him move around all day and put his artistic skills to work, y’know?

• It wasn’t until this conversation that he realized it.

• “I think I wanna become a tattoo artist!” He announces.

• “Oh, and would this have anything to do with our conversation the other day?” Logan asks.

• “No- I mean yes- or, uh, kind of? I was thinking about what kind of job I would want, and then after the conversation it just sort of… hit me.” Roman said, entirely too fast, pacing as he spoke.

• “I did some research, and its going to take a few years, but you don’t need a degree or anything and I think it would be really cool and stuff so yeah,” He stopped turning to his husbands, who all had looks of amusement on their faces, “whatcha think?”

• After getting various affirmation from his husbands, he was determined.

• Blah blah blah Roman does all the things to become a tattoo artist blah blah three years of internship blah blah blah

• And now the fun part.

• Roman opens his own shop! It’s always right next to Logan’s flower shop and Patton’s Bakery.

• Which leads us to the really dumb reason Roman opened this tattoo parlor.

group chat: Mistakes Have Been Made

Bitchcraft: Isn’t it funny how me and Logan did the whole “Flower shop/tattoo parlor thing but backwards.

Several people are typing…

Kaiseroll: Holy shit-

illsleepwhenimdead: Oh my God. I hate that you’re right.

ImCorbieUnfortunetly: thats so cursed oml

Kleinespinne: Did y’all do that on purpose

Bitchcraft: no comment

Bug: Oh that’s definitely a yes.

Berry: is it really surprising though? It wouldn't be the first time we filled out a fanfiction trope almost perfectly.

Goldilocks: no. comment.

spinnenprinz: wait what i’m so confused what’s going on

Bug: Oh.

Bug: Oh no.

Goldilocks: I- I genuinely don’t know where we go from here, folks.

Kaiseroll: It was only a matter of time before he found out.

spinnenprinz: found out about what?

several people are typing…

spinnenprinz: found out about what??????

Bitchcraft: y’all can chill I just explained it to him

illsleepwhenimdead: *hunger games whistle*

Bitchcraft: Literally shut up Adams it wasn’t that bad y’all are just dramatic assholes

illsleepwhenimdead: Oh we’re the dramatic assholes?

bitchcraft is typing…

Bitchcraft: yes

illsleepwhenimdead: That was a long ass pause for just a “yes”

Bitchcraft: it was for effect

illsleepwhenimdead: so thanks for proving my point then.

Kaiseroll: Will the dumbasses on aisle 5 please stfu?

Goldilocks: Hey, that’s not nice

CrystalGemile: Don’t be mean!

Goldilocks: 💖💖

CrystalGemile: !!!!

spinnenprinz: ok but seriously what’s so funny about the tattoo parlor/flower shop thing

bitchcraft is typing..

illsleepwhenimdead: this better not be just one word again

Bitchcraft: ok so basically its a trope in fanfiction where one character owns a flower shop and the other charter owns a tattoo parlor right next to it and that’s how they meet and it’s like love at first sight or whatever and the joke is that since tattoo parlors and flower shops are concepts that clash so hard, the people who own them should also be incompatible but they actually fit perfectly

Bitchcraft: (also screw you)

spinnenprinz: oh

spinnenprinz: but wait what about the other tropes that we “fill out perfectly”

Goldilocks: Childhood best friends

Bug: Painful to read slowburn

Berry: Urban fantasy!

Bitchcraft: I think Logan and Virgil did a super speedrun enemies to lovers for about 3 seconds.

Goldilocks: We got some major hurt/comfort

Bitchcraft: oh definitely

Goldilocks: (Don't forget soulmates 💖)

Bitchcraft: also the fact that we got a daughter in a way that should technically be impossible but God does what she wants in the name of fluffy domestic schmoop.

illsleepwhenimdead sent https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lr78cb1vHJ0

Bitchcraft: How long have you been waiting to use that one?

illsleepwhenimdead: No! Comment!

V: ALKJSDFJHG OH MY GOSH!!!!! I live this so much!!!! Its funny and witty and cute and i love the format what a take omg

#anonymous #submission #laoft fic #not mine #longpost

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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hi! so. a while back (like, a good while back) I found a fanfic for you and you said something about a story/short thing in return? I said I'd take you up on it, but then took an extended leave of absence from Tumblr and never did. anyways, im feeling things about gay dads and also Peter Parker and I was wondering if you could do something with iron husbands and tony's many adopted children, both bots and otherwise? idk. you're amazing.

The first kid that gets adopted, in a sense, is Dum-E. He’s the product of a lot of “you can’t do this” energy.

People really do think that Tony and Rhodey aren’t capable of creating an Artificial Intelligence unit that can think for itself.

The final nail in the coffin is when Rhodey is visiting the Stark family home and Obadiah Stane treats their goal dismissively.

When they get back to their home in Boston, Rhodey sets his jaw.

“We’re making that fucking system, Tones. I don’t care what happens.”

“So what you’re saying is that we’re disregarding our previous agreement about limiting lab rules?”

“Yes. Null and void until we bring this fruition.”

This is a very important rule. Despite what most would think, Rhodey and Tony are capable of setting limits and following them. But if there is no physical reminder of that rule, then they can ignore it.

(This is actually just the excuse that they make up so that they can make Machiavellian machines.)

Dum-E spins around and ruins at least three pairs of socks that Rhodey leaves on the floor.

“At least you finally stopped that habit,” Tony says. Rhodey rolls his eyes, watching as Dum-E finally realizes that he cannot possibly open the door to the porch and will stop bumping up against the glass.

"He’s an idiot,” Tony says fondly.

“Took after his mama,” Rhodey jokes. Tony slaps his arm.

“Hey!”

The second and third are twins. Kind of. Both of them absolutely insist that they are not twins because they are very different. After all, U likes alternative pop, which Butterfingers finds simply unforgivable.

Rhodey and Tony didn’t know that the other was making a robot. Dum-E was lonely, and their anniversary was coming up.

They both decided to make Dum-E a sibling and laughed as U and Butterfingers basically rolled up to each other and immediately tried to fight.

“So...who’s first?” Tony asks.

“Hm...U, I think.”

Butterfingers sulks. She’s youngest by one day, and U will never let her hear the end of it.

“I know baby girl,” Tony coos. “But you look so pretty. Look at how nice your dad painted your display!”

It is rather pretty. It’s all cool with yellows and blues. Dum-E is a jealous.

Jarvis is more Tony’s than anything. Made after a lonely Christmas. Not the one that most people think.

Edwin Jarvis died in late November.

Tony didn’t rest until it was done.

They sob together as Jarvis states the weather in a crisp, accented tone that sounds so much like the original.

The siblings all get along like a house on fire, although Rhodey swears that Jarvis loves to instigate drama when Tony doesn’t need it.

This is how Dum-E and Butterfingers get into a week-long feud about whose turn it is to close the fridge door. This is a Very Important Job.

Jarvis makes it worse.

“You are trying to kill me,” Rhodey says, scowling. “You know your brother and sister would fight.”

“I am a learning program, Colonel Rhodes.”

“Don’t call me that. Call me anything but that.”

“Confirmed, Private Rhodes.”

“I hate you.”

“You wouldn’t visit my creator so much if you truly meant that.”

Rhodey gives him the bird, and Jarvis almost huffs.

He’s an amazing kid, really.

The next kid isn’t for a while longer. It’s not until a year after the actual event, that Rhodey wasn’t there for.

So he went by Iron Patriot for a while. Didn’t stick. He’s kind of glad it didn’t.

This one didn’t even know about Rhodey, which is a travesty.

It’s a snot-nosed little tween who says he’s not a tween, and his name is Harley Keener.

“Tony Stark and I are connected,” he says stubbornly. Rhodey let him into the house, not like he’s going to just make this kid stay outside.

“Like what, through an email chain? Texting?”

“Life experience,” Tony says. “Hey kiddo. Who the hell let you take a bus all the way here?”

“Bus drivers.”

“Ha ha. Where’s your mom?”

Harley tenses.

His mother got a new boyfriend. New boyfriend didn’t like Harley or his little sister. Little sister is living with an aunt, and Harley didn’t want to live there. So here he is, in New York.

“You don’t have to take me in, but I won’t stop bothering you,” Harley says.

Tony sighs.

“Come on in, kid. Like I’d let you do anything else.”

It’s complicated. Rhodey realizes he’s dealing with another Tony with a bit more stubbornness to him and blistering genius.

He calls his boss.

“I need to put in my two weeks.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Let’s just say I got preoccupied by surprise.”

“Don’t tell me your guy brought home another bouncing baby robot.”

“Well...not really. This one’s human.”

“Christ.”

Harley loves New York. He manages to navigate far easier than Tony ever could, and he grew up there half his life. Harley learns which bodegas are good, and what food trucks he needs to watch out for.

He also adjusts to school far easier than expected, although the environment is much better. He’s being challenged, and he has people that can follow him.

This is when Tony and Rhodey look into Midtown and discover a kid with a lot of promise.

Spider-Man, technically, isn’t confirmed to go to Midtown.

But Harley’s a bright kid and realizes that Peter Parker is Spidey.

It also helps that the makeshift suit is hanging out of his backpack in a back alley.

Peter gets an internship, and Rhodey laughs as Tony groans.

“Oh my god, how do kids have so much energy. How.”

“We were like that.”

“No we weren’t.”

“Do you forget we created Dum-E in, like, a week because we ignored the concept of time?”

“Hm. I choose to forget that. It didn’t happen.”

Rhodey laughs.

They all have family nights. The bots are particularly enamored with movies, and drag Harley and Peter out of the lab to watch them.

It’s Butterfingers’ turn, and she always chooses a soft movie. This time, it’s an old silent film.

Dum-E likes action movies, so this is not the favorite.

“Hush, you got to choose last time honey,” Rhodey scolds. “Don’t make me cut off your turn.”

Dum-E goes silent as Peter snickers, flicking a piece of popcorn at U, who is currently trying to rearrange the furniture.

(He’s decided he wants to watch videos about interior design this month. He’s very invested in Manifesting His Vision.)

Tony smiles at Rhodey across the way. Harley had said he wasn’t tired, and now his head is on Rhodey’s leg, and he’s out of the world. Peter’s getting there, yawning into the pillow he’s decided is his.

U has gone to “charge” although he says he’s Fine, No Charging for Him!

(Jarvis has to laugh.)

It’s not the typical family lifestyle. But Tony and Rhodey want anything but typical.

#anyways i want the bots being Funny and here it is #bot fic #family fic #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #peter parker #harley keener #i was going 2 write a bit more but i am tired and i liked the ending a lot :)#i hope y'all do too!#lovelyirony writes #jarvis #dum-e #u #butterfingers #iron man #war machine

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ciarahollands · 3 years

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❥ 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 — p.p

series masterlist

summary: you see the cute boy in the hot chocolate aisle again and ask him out.

pairing: peter parker x reader

warning: maybe bad grammer and typos

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: this chapter is also based off the story never been one for the holidays on wattpad. also i lied sorry this chapter was posted late :(

december 2nd | 3:05pm

you sighed stepping back in to the same christmas filled store from the previous day before. well at least yesterday was a good day you met a cute boy and bought shitty hot chocolate for your shitty group project partners. you were looking at the boxes of the hot chocolate when you noticed a familiar figure behind you. ❝christmas boy?❞

peter heard your voice and turned around. ❝y/n?❞ you nodded giving him a soft smile.

❝i thought the purpose of me telling you my name was so you wouldn’t call my nicknames like christmas and hot chocolate boy?❞ peter chuckled at the constant nicknaming.

❝hmm... well peter i changed my mind i like using nicknames too.❞ you stopped to look back at the boxes of hot chocolate then back at him before finishing what you were to say. ❝anyways... what are you doing here came for more hot chocolate i assume?❞

❝uhm n-no actually here for marshmallows and whipped cream my aunt really wants it for some reason. you?❞ peter said then threw a bag of mini marshmallows in his basket.

❝they didn’t like the shitty cocoa so they sent me back.❞ you casually shrugged. peter didn’t know what to say so he just nodded to imply he was listening and understood.

❝it’s actually perfect you’re here that means you can help me.❞ you said slightly moving to the side so he could see all the boxes of hot chocolate.

❝with what?❞ peter was confused what did you want help with as if it wasn’t obvious enough you wanted him to choose a box.

❝picking a good hot chocolate, you picked the shittiest hot chocolate yesterday which is what i wanted. today i want a yummy hot chocolate.❞ you responded while motioning at the shelves where all the boxes were.

❝i- uhm i guess that box. it’s my personal favorite.❞ peter shyly responded pointing at the blue box labeled ‘swiss miss.’

you grabbed the box and dropped it in your basket. ❝thank you very much hot chocolate boy, i value your opinion very much.❞ immediately after you said that peter felt his face get warm. peter knew that he looked like a strawberry at this point because of how red his face was.

❝y-yeah no p-problem.❞ peter mentally slapped himself god why can’t he talk to pretty girls without sounding stupid.

you sighed. you wanted to get something for yourself but you didn’t know what. then you looked down at peter’s basket, perfect. you knew exactly what to get now and wondered why you didn’t think of it earlier. you didn’t even notice the awkward silence until peter grabbed your attention. ❝y/n? you okay?❞

your head shot up meeting eyes with peter aka the cute boy from the hot chocolate aisle. ❝oh yeah i’m okay!❞ you responded a bit too loud. ❝heheh sorry about that... can you pass me some mini marshmallows.❞ giving him a smile holding your hand out.

peter passed you the bag and gave him a gentle smile. god so fucking he was adorable.

you wanted to know more about peter without sounding weird so you just asked the most basic question someone could ask. ❝hey what school do you go to? cause i’ve never seen you at my school so you must go to a different school.❞

❝oh yeah i go to midtown.❞ peter said nonchalantly.

❝wow so you’re like super smart. couldn’t be me.❞ you awkwardly laughed.

peter shrugged. ❝i mean i guess if that’s what you think.❞

❝don’t be all humble christmas boy you can admit you’re crazy smart.❞ you responded jokingly.

not knowing what to say next he was going to say his goodbyes. ❝it was nice to see you uh- again y/n.❞ peter said giving you the softest smile.

❝you too christmas boy❞ you responded. he was about to walk away until you finally had the guts to ask him something you have been wanting to since the second you met him yesterday. ❝peter! i forgot to ask you something. i- i uhm was wondering if i could have your number...❞ peter turned around and waited for you to finish what you wanted to say.

❝you know to let you know if you fucked up with the hot chocolate you chose. i can let you know just for fun.❞ you quipped. you were just trying to come up with an excuse to get his number instead of saying, “oh i think you’re super cute can i have your number?”

❝y-yeah sure!❞ peter tried to not sound to excited but was pretty sure he did a bad job of that. he watched as you unlocked your phone and noticed your screensaver — it was him, well spider-man. he took your phone and typed in his number then handed it back to you.

❝what do you want your contact name to be and your options are hot chocolate or christmas boy because sorry peter is boring.❞ you looked up at him and noticed him chuckle. he decided with the first option and put a heart besides his name. you wouldn’t tell him that of course. his contact name was perfect — 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 🥰 you loved it.

❝you like spider-man?❞ peter asked clearly implying at your screensaver.

you blushed, ❝mhm y-yeah, i love him!❞

❝yeah he’s pretty cool.❞ peter shrugged casually. when really on the inside he was freaking out. you asked for his number and like spider-man — it’s was official you were his dream girl.

you gasped at the non enthusiastic response from peter. ❝pretty cool? peter he’s amazing!❞ you blinked and shook your head.

❝n-no i mean he’s definitely amazing! i think it’s awesome to have someone other than the avengers look after the city.❞

❝i’m glad it was really going to really put a dent in our friendship if you thought spider-man was just okay.❞ emphasizing on the okay.

❝i’m not big on the christmas wishes stuff but to meet spider-man would definitely be one of my wishes.❞

❝i can try to make that h-happen...❞ peter’s slightly widened realizing what he just said and how stupid he sounded.

❝what are you going to do? wait to get robbed and have spider-man come save you?❞ you teased.

❝n-no i actually have an internship with s-stark industries and i met him a few times...❞ peter was mentally cringing at himself because no one believed his internship with tony stark besides ned.

you gasped. ❝holy shit! no way just when you couldn’t get any smarter.❞ you were shocked peter was sure something. ❝you would do that?❞

❝i- i mean y-yeah... i can try to ask him y’know if i ever see him. i mean i’m just an intern-❞ before he could finish you wrapped your arms around him giving him a hug.

❝that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.❞ you mumbled against his shoulder. it didn’t matter to you if you didn’t meet him. it was the fact that peter was willing to try — for you. a few seconds later you let go pushing you hair out of your face revealing your rosy cheeks.

you looked down at your basket that was placed on the floor by now because you got tired of caring it earlier. ❝what are you doing saturday? maybe we can hang out...❞

❝like a date?❞ peter mentally slapped himself again. she said hangout you idiot not go on a date.

you really didn’t know how to respond to that question. ❝well uhm... do you have girlfriend?❞ peter took a second and shook his head no.

you smiled, ❝well i’m not dating anyone either, so sure it’s a date. promise you’ll tell me about meeting spidey and your internship?❞

❝promise.❞ peter giggled at your excitement. no one ever cared about what he had to say.

❝i’ll text you later peter. make sure to answer.❞ you furrowed your brows to intimidate him.

❝yeah w-will do.❞ he said waving you goodbye.

chapter three

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blueeyedrichie · 3 years

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okay as a ~*~*distraction*~*~ what part time job do you think each loser would work in the 00’s au? (or any timeline you want)

oop piggybacking off my last ask to add that I personally love Richie working at a movie theater/video rental/store like Newbury Comics (idk if that’s a national chain or not)

okay i’m not joking when i say that i read the first ask and was like “RICHIE VIDEO RENTAL STORE” and then saw your second ask and i fully screamed bc of course we would have the same brain once again :’) soooooo

richie: i’m fully thinking that like he would work at some local place when they are still living in derry, and when they move away for college he would work at blockbuster and think it’s literally the coolest thing ever. like he’s FINALLY gotten to the highest tier of video rental stores. and the other losers are like “dude you do realize that like rental stores are a dying business right” but richie works there til the bitter end, a big part of that being that all the kids that come in think his voices are super funny, like whatever movie they rent richie will talk to them in the voice of the main character or something and it’s just really fun for him. also free candy, helloooo? and the losers are all v supportive and come rent movies from him specifically. and he also tries to get eddie to go into the 18+ room, and eddie’s like “dude we literally are 20 years old, it’s not like we have to sneak in” but richie just thinks it’s funny and so sometimes they’ll run in there together only to run back out giggling like little kids because it’s fun and they can (pls ignore that my timeline here is probably way off from the actual 00′s au i’m just ~doin what i want~) and i think toward the end of working here is when he’d really start to focus more on like his rtvf degree bc i love that for him and he’d get his first dj job while he’s still in school

eddie: mechanic shop!!!!!! let that boy enjoy his love of cars!!!!!! again, he’d work at a local place until they move and tbh probably have a hard time finding a solid job because he just has the little bit of experience from derry. but with the support of his friends and his determination he finally lands a job at a pretty reputable mechanic shop in new york (i’m just going with new york but i mean they could be anywhere) and he quickly becomes one of their top mechanics. he also is taking automotive technology classes and i imagine him getting an internship or something and getting to work on really fancy cars and stuff, though he truly prefers working on like old cars and helping his friends out. he fully teaches richie how to change the oil in his truck at some point bc he gets sick of richie always taking it in for something so simple and paying for it with his ~blockbuster savings~ and he also shows everyone how to change their tires :’)

stanley: i think stan would volunteer at like zoos and animal adoption places. at first he’s mainly just like a janitor and cleans up the walking paths and runs concessions and stuff, which he’s honestly okay with because he gets to spend a lot of time just bird watching and admiring the animals and practicing his bird calls. and i think once they all move, he’d get a position at a big zoo as like a guide and he would teach lessons on how to tell different birds apart and how to do bird calls. i think even when he does get the job, he’d probably still volunteer at animal shelters on the side and he’d be the person in the room with the people who will potentially be adopting to see how the animals respond and he gets to decide if they get to adopt or not

mike: i really love the idea of mike working in antique shops. i can see him falling in love with some little shop in derry that is probably on its last legs and asking for a job, and they probably tell him they don’t need the help but he is persistent and basically ends up just working there and while they can’t afford to pay much, they let him take random things he finds home. of course, along with all the trinkets there would be tons of old literature there and he’d spend a lot of his time reading. in new york, he’d probably be in search of similar shops that he can fix up and find more cool items, and he always gifts each of the losers cool things he finds that makes him think of them. i can also definitely see him working in the university library sometimes, but i think he’d love finding old photos and books and knick knacks and learning about where they all came from

beverly: honestly i think bev would work at a movie theatre, but spend almost all of her time flipping through magazines and drawing up sketches of clothing and listening to music. she starts at concessions and moves up to box office, and she definitely sneaks the other losers in to watch movies for free. she and richie argue about whose job is better and who has the better candy (it’s literally all the same, eddie will tell them) and she also gets to bring home movie posters and distributes them amongst the losers. she definitely gets caught letting them all in for free movies and has to stay late to mop the theatre floors, but little does her boss know that the losers will continue to sneak in anyway and help her clean up. i think she’d keep working there until she gets an internship with a designer. all the losers keep the movie posters that she’d given them over the years

bill: bill works in used bookstores and libraries, and also prefers to accept his pay in the form of taking as many books home as he can. he’s usually there on his own, and he always brings notebooks (this dude can’t afford a laptop yet okay) with him so that he can write his own stories when he isn’t reading. i also can fully see one of the gifts that mike gives is a typewriter to bill that he finds in one of the antique shops :’)) the shops in derry aren’t very busy, so he gets to spend most of his time there reading not only novels, but also books on being a writer and this is where he learns a lot about becoming an author. in ny, i can definitely see him being a library aide and i just have a very vivid image of bill on one of those slidy ladder things looking through the books on the top shelf and being mesmerized by just how much there is to read. even when he isn’t actually working, he’s in a corner of the library working on his original works and just enjoying the atmosphere

ben: ben works at a comic shop, but most of his time is spent sketching buildings and rearranging the store shelves so that it’s neater and makes more sense in the aspect of ~architecture~ and his boss is like in true shock every time he comes into the store in the morning and finds not a single comic out of place like he always did with the people that worked there previously. he draws inspo for big, fancy buildings from things he sees in the comics and likes to redraw them to a realistic scale and imagine what they would look like in real life. the losers of course love to visit him here as well, and they help him choose his best sketches to create a portfolio before they go off to college where he presents it to his professor who would honestly be pretty impressed by it all (and i’m thinking would prob be like “is this the building from ~insert comic here~ and ben would be like YES) and that’s how he gets an internship in architecture

AHHHHH this got so fucking long omg thank you for sending <33333

#rchtzr #meg ily this was rly fun #the losers club #00s losers au #yeah I’ll tag that LOL #I’m having so many thoughts omfg

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rintarous · 4 years

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worries ➵ e. kirishima

GENRE: angst and fluff

SUMMARY: kirishima is one of the strongest people you know but sometimes, you just can’t help but be worried about his well being.

PAIRING: kirishima eijirou x reader

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

A/N: this went longer than expected.. this whole thing is inspired by the song sunflower by post malone & swae lee,, also fuck this shit got too long for my liking so sorry if it gets wonky and weird along the way, i didn’t know what to write and yeah ughakjda enjoy !!

Ever since Aizawa talked about the work studies, everyone couldn’t keep their mouths shut. It didn’t help that the big three of U.A, Mirio, Nejire and Tamaki came to the classroom and gave a brief explanation on what’s it really about. Through a mutual decision among the staffs, they’ve decided that only first years would be taking work studies this year and it would be among the pro’s who had kept a good reputation on accepting students.

On your way back to the dorms, your boyfriend, Kirishima, couldn’t help but feel excited over the whole work studies thing. “Man, I sure do hope I get recommended or get chosen” Kirishima exclaims, jogging ahead. You trailed right behind him, giggling at his cute antics. “any agencies you have in mind, babe?” he asked, holding his hand out for you to hold. Kirishima is a clingy man after all.

“Well, I could always go back to Mt. Lady’s agency but I doubt the school will allow me to go since they are still pretty new..” you say after thinking about your experience at the said agency.

The moment you two got to the dorms, you two quickly took a shower and changed into pajamas to go join your classmates at the common room where everyone was lounging around in. You sat beside Uraraka and Tsuyu while Kirishima went to bother his friends.

“Anyone found a place to do their work studies yet?” Mina asked no one in particular. Midoriya raised his hand awkwardly. “Wow! Congrats Midoriya!” Iida congratulates his friend. Kirishima suddenly plops down right next to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Fourth Kind doesn’t even take work studies” he sighs.

“The school said Gunhead hasn’t had enough interns so I can't go there” Ochaco shares sadly. The rest of the class started voicing their own concerns about the work studies till Aizawa came through the door.

“That’s because it becomes a problem of who’s responsible on the pro side. Pro heroes who accept students even after knowing the risk are the real thing.” Aizawa explains. “Tokoyami, you’ve got an invitation from one of the pros. Uraraka and Asui, Hado wants to see the two of you and Kirishima, Amajiki wants to see you as well” he adds.

Kirishima stood up from the couch, “Amajiki-senpai wants to see me?” he pointed to himself. Aizawa nods. “Go see them tomorrow or something and hear them out. That is all” and with that, he leaves. “Well, I'm going to go to see Amajiki-senpai at his dorm!” Kirishima rushes out the door, leaving you alone with the rest of your classmates who weren’t called by anyone.

A little later, Kirishima comes back and announces that Amajiki is willing to recommend him to Fat Gum and will start tomorrow immediately. You jumped from your seat and gave him a hug. “i’m so happy for you, Kiri!”

Yes, it’s true that you were happy for him but you just can’t help but worry about his well being. Since work studies are seriously different from the internships, this time the pro heroes actually treat you like their sidekicks.

“Hey, what’s with the long face?” Kirishima pulls away from your hug. You shake your head, “Nothing, I’m just worried for you” Kirishima cups your cheeks. “I won’t be doing anything reckless babe, you know that” he giggles. Your little intimate moment was ruined by Bakugou who threw a cup at Kirishima’s head. “Get a fucking room!” he waves his hand in the air making his buddy laugh out loud.

—

Tonight was Kirishima’s first night on the job with Tamaki under Fat Gum’s guidance. Currently, you were in his room watching him change into his hero costume. “What time will you be back?” you ask Kirishima as he was putting on his gear. Kirishima turns around and gives you a soft smile. “I don’t know, babe. Don’t wait up for me if it’s getting too late”

You watched Kirishima jog his way to Tamaki who’s been waiting outside your dorm for a while now. “Bye Y/n! I love you” Kirishima blows you a flying kiss. You giggled and waved at him before disappearing back into the dorm.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Tamaki asked Kirishima quietly. Kirishima nods his head yes, “The one and only” he boasts. Tamaki gives him a small smile and they made their way to Fat Gum’s agency.

After closing the door, you immediately plopped down on the couch next to Mina, Sero and Kaminari “Lonely already?” Sero snickers, giving you a side glance. “Haha, very funny” you mocked his tone of voice. “I just.. feel uneasy” you confessed to your friends. Sero and Kaminari share a knowing look.

“I feel uneasy about him too..” Kaminari starts. You snap your head in his direction. “Just a few nights ago, he basically told us that he felt useless compared to us and I don’t know what I feel about that. I never knew Kirishima would be so insecure over his quirk” Kaminari shares. You look at Sero for confirmation and he nods his head slowly.

“Well fuck” you cursed, “now I’m even more worried about him” you bit your nails, a habit you have whenever you’re nervous or queasy. Mina suddenly grabs your shoulder, “Don’t think about it too much, okay? Kirishima’s gonna be back soon” she smiles. You smile back at her and gave her a hug, “Thanks Mina” you sigh. “Hey how come we don’t get hugs?” you hear Kaminari complain to which Sero responds by smacking his head.

A few hours has passed and everyone else already went back to their rooms while you still haven’t left your spot on the couch. It was approaching two in the morning and Kirishima still hasn’t come home yet. Realizing he won’t be back any time soon, you stood up from the couch and stretched your limbs before heading upstairs to your room til the front door opened.

You spot a familiar red head walking straight to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water. Kirishima still hasn’t noticed you from the couch until you coughed to catch his attention. Kirishima nearly drops the glass he was holding as he jumps from shock. “Jesus fucking Christ” Kirishima curses, putting a hand on his chest. “What the fuck happened?!” you cried out as your eyes trailed all over his body that was covered in cuts and potential bruises. “Why are you still awake?” he counters. “You didn’t answer my question first” you retort, running over to the bathroom to get a first aid kit.

You dabbed some disinfectant on his cuts with a wet cloth. Kirishima winces when you pressed it on his chest and arms. “Ouch!” he yelps as you hit a specific spot. “Will you answer me or not?” you ask as you continue to tend on his cuts. “Fine! I was dealing with someone who could release blades out of his skin, that’s how I got the cuts. Now tell me, why are you still awake?” he exasperated.

“My gut was telling me something was wrong and I couldn’t sleep after..” you say slowly. Kirishima raises a brow, “..Kaminari told me something” you confessed. “Whatever it is, don’t just believe whatever that piece of shit says” Kirishima brushed you off making you pissed. “So I’m just gonna pretend I never heard them say you basically felt useless compared to us. Okay, that’s cool” you say through gritted teeth.

Kirishima visibly tenses at your sudden outburst. His little train of thought gets cut off short by you closing the first aid kit a little too loudly, tossing it to his side. “Goodnight, Kirishima” you say coldly as you walk away from the kitchen and went straight to your room. All Kirishima could do was watch you disappear into the dark, empty hallways of the dorm.

—

The next day, you ignored all of Kirishima’s attempt to talk to you. Even going as far as not eating breakfast just because you knew he was going to be there. You were ready to leave as your hand was already at the door knob til you heard Yaoyorozu calling your name.

“Hey Y/N, you’re not going to eat breakfast?” Yaoyorozu asked from the dining area. All heads suddenly turned to you, including Kirishima. “I’ll just grab something from lunch rush” you faked a smile, rushing out of the dorm.

“Damn dude, you two fighting or something?” Kaminari asked Kirishima who’s staring blankly at his plate. Kirishima suddenly stands up and runs after you leaving Kaminari, Sero and Bakugou to look at him weirdly.

“Y/N wait!” you hear Kirishima call from the distance. Cursing under your breath, you walked faster towards the U.A building but it was too late. Kirishima was able to catch up to you. “Y/N” he pants, grabbing your arm. “What?” you say coldly. “I’m sorry” he apologizes. you rolled your eyes and wiggled out of his grasp.

“Is this because of last night? if it is, then I’m sorry for not telling you about what I’ve felt over the past few days… It’s just hard you know? to see yourself having a gap between you and your peers..” Kirishima admits. There was a hint of sadness in his voice making you frown. You turned around to face him to see him looking back at you with a sad expression.

“.. I’m sorry for not being too understanding” you cried out as you ran into his arms and buried your head into his chest. Kirishima chuckles lowly, “I shouldn’t have brushed you off last night too.. I guess we’re even”

“KIRISHIMA AND Y/L/N!” Iida calls out, “You two are breaking the school rule of no public display of affection!” he nags, repeatedly pointing at the two of you making Midoriya, Uraraka, and Tsuyu giggle. “Please refrain from doing such action ever again” Iida reminds, walking away to head to the classroom. You and Kirishima share a look before erupting into laughter.

—

The rest of the week went by more smoothly than expected. Kirishima still goes to his work studies every night and the same goes to Midoriya, Uraraka and Tsuyu but lately, out of the four of them, Midoriya seems out of it.

Now that you think about it, you’ve never really asked Kirishima what’s going on with his work studies after that argument you had with him a week ago. Currently you were at the common room, per usual talking to Kirishima about anything as you rest your legs on his lap.

“Oh yeah so how’s your work studies going?” you asked your boyfriend. Kirishima shrugs, “same old, same old” he replies nonchalantly. You hummed, not thinking much of it. ‘Maybe it’s confidential’ you thought to yourself.

Suddenly Midoriya bursts into the room with a determined look on his face. “Hey Kirishima, Are you ready for the operation?” Midoriya asked Kirishima. You sat up from the couch and looked at Kirishima with an unreadable expression on your face. Kirishima stares at Midoriya with a look of panic in his eyes, diverting his eyes towards your direction.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry for saying that out loud!” Midoriya apologizes to you specifically. You kept your lips on a tight line. “It’s fine. It’s probably confidential and all” you point out. “Now if you would excuse me, I’m going to my room” you stood up from the couch, not sparing a glance towards Kirishima’s direction.

“i’m sorry again, Kirishima” Midoriya bows slightly at his friend. “No dude, it’s fine. I didn’t tell her so she won’t… do that heh whatever we’ll talk this out” Kirishima smiles sheepishly, rubbing his neck.

Unfortunately, Kirishima was able to catch up to you, again. Damn elevator was slow as fuck. “Y/N, let me explain” Kirishima starts. “No, I get it. It’s top secret right?” you brushed him off. Kirishima frowns, “I purposely didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react this way!” he argues. You faced him, “so it’s my fault?” you point at yourself, raising your voice.

Your classmates who were around turned their attention at the bickering couple in front of them. Kirishima takes a deep breath and grabs your hand. “We’re talking in my room. Now” he ushered— basically pushed you inside the elevator and quickly pressed the button to his floor. The whole elevator ride, Kirishima held your hand tight, despite your attempts of breaking away, he still held onto your hand tighter.

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d try and stop me from going,” Kirishima says as he closes the door. “If anything, you just made it worse for me” you retort, sitting on his bed. “Tell me, how did I make it fucking worse!” he exclaims, making you flinch from his sudden outburst. “You’d rather have me sit here and lose my fucking mind worrying about your well fucking being when God knows what the fuck happened to you?!” you fumed, getting all over his face.

At this point, you didn’t care if his neighboring classmates could hear your argument.

“You’d risk your fucking life for the people in need and that’s what I worry about the most. You wouldn’t think twice to jump into action even if your life is on the line if it meant protecting the people you love and care about the most..” you paused. “and here I am, going crazy just thinking about any possible thing that could happen to you and what do you do? you keep things like this away from me” you sniffled

Kirishima’s face softened and walked closer to you. “I just..” you wiped the tears falling down from your face. “I just can’t stand seeing you get hurt, Eiji” you burst into tears. Kirishima suddenly pulls you close to him. He rubs your back gently as you continue to sob onto his chest. “Do you want to lie down?” Kirishima asked after you seemed to have calmed down a bit. You nod your head, feeling drained after crying a bit too much.

“Can I stay here for the night?” you croaked, looking up at Kirishima with swollen eyes. He smiles softly and nods. Kirishima watched you crawl onto his bed and made yourself comfortable under his blankets. He later joins you and puts his arm under your head as you two begin to cuddle.

“Kiri?” you call, feeling sleepy. “Hmm?” he hums, fixing your position. “Do you really have to go?” you murmured, scooting closer to him as you possibly can. “You know I have to,” he sighs. You stayed silent after that. After a while, Kirishima feels your breathing go steady meaning you have fallen asleep.

He stares at the ceiling for God knows how long. He couldn’t sleep after the things you’ve told him. He never realized how much you worry about him. As he was waiting for the confirmation and important details for the operation that was coming, he couldn’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen to him. Here he was again just like a week ago, feeling useless all of a sudden.

The sound of his phone vibrating from his bedside table cut his train of thought. The text message he, along with Midoriya, Uraraka and Tsuyu have been anticipating for is finally here. There was no backing out from the operation anymore.

Kirishima slowly removed his arm from your head and tip-toed out of his room to go downstairs to meet up with Midoriya, Uraraka and Tsuyu. Before he left, he took a good look at your sleeping figure in his bed. Smiling slightly to himself, he closed the door gently and met up with his friends downstairs.

Before they left for their mission, Kirishima didn’t forget to give you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be back soon”

—

You wake up alone in his bed later that day. You ran downstairs to see if they were still there but nope, there was no Kirishima or Midoriya or Tsuyu or Uraraka around. Mina notices the frantic look on your face. “They went already, didn’t they?” you asked. Mina, Kaminari and Sero nod.

“They’re gonna be alright Y/N” Sero comforts. “Yeah! like we witnessed how they’ve improved right? he, they would be back before we know it” Kaminari agrees with Sero. “Now c’mon let’s head to class” Mina grabs your hand and drags you to your own room so you could change into your uniform.

The whole morning, you felt so uneasy. You were a jittering mess to put it that way. Every time someone tapped on your shoulder, you’d jump. Scaring not only the person who’s tapping your shoulder but literally everyone around you.

Finally it was lunchtime and you sat with your friends, the Bakusquad™. “Oi Y/L/N, you’re not gonna eat?” Bakugou asks, noticing that you were playing with your food. “Huh?” you asked, dazed. Mina pouts, “Aish Y/N, don’t be like that! We already told you earlier right? they’ll be fine” she pouts. Suddenly, you had this feeling in your stomach that something was definitely wrong.

“Mina, I don’t feel so good” you grimace, feeling nauseous all of a sudden. The boys immediately went around the table in case you were about to pass out at any moment. “We can take you to recovery girl if you’d like” Kaminari offers. Bakugou and Sero nod their heads. “Yeah Y/N, you look like you’re about to throw up” Sero points out.

You wave them off, “No, I don’t need to see recovery girl. Let’s just go to class so it’ll be over with” Mina looked at you weirdly but complied anyway. She linked your arms together as you all walk back to class. “If this is all because of shitty hair, I'm beating him up for making you almost throw up” Bakugou comments from the back making you, and the rest of your friend laugh.

At least they’ve made an attempt to make you feel better even if it’s only for a while

You were now all back at the dorms. You’ve been texting Kirishima all day in case they were already done with their business but it seemed like he wasn’t gonna reply soon. You threw your phone at the couch and opened the TV instead.

Wrong move.

The news channel is on and it broadcasted the Shie Hassaikai Raid. You spot Uraraka and Tsuyu behind the reporter and instantly, you knew this was the operation they were talking about. “YOU GUYS! LOOK AT THE NEWS!” you called your classmates and they all immediately rushed to the common room.

“Oh my god..” Jirou covers her mouth in shock after watching the broadcast and how messy it looked. “Must be some top notch villain” Mineta comments. You grabbed your phone and again, you started spamming Kirishima’s phone along the lines of “Are you okay??” “Call me when you receive my texts ASAP”

“Everyone, dinner is ready.” Iida announces, noticing the atmosphere was a bit gloomy. “and instead of us moping around, let us keep our spirits high and send out our prayers to our beloved classmates who are part of the raid so they can come back home to us safely, okay?” he reminds the class, trying to lift the mood.

Dinner went by quickly and you immediately went up to Mina’s room instead of staying in the common room where everyone was watching the news. “Are you sure you don’t want to be with our classmates downstairs? I’ll be fine here for a moment” you tell Mina as she closed the door.

“No, it’s alright. I don’t want you to be all alone and all during a time like this” she smiles, flopping down on her bed while you sat on the floor. You opened your gallery and scrolled through a bunch of photos of you and Kirishima together. Though it’s only been a day, you already missed him a lot.

“You know, Kirishima’s never like this before” Mina starts. You looked at her weirdly, “what do you mean?” you raised a brow. “Kirishima and I went to the same middle school” she shared. A look of amusement was evident on your face. ‘How come he never told me?’ you thought to yourself.

“Judging by your reaction, he never told you, didn’t he?” she giggled. You nod your head yes and motioned her to continue on what she was saying. “He was in class 1 while I was in class 4 but i’ve seen him around” she continues.

“And one day, I didn’t know if they were a villain or a hero but this huge guy just asked my classmates where this agency was and he was so scary face to face. Kirishima was there when it happened and he wanted to protect those girls but he just froze.. he couldn’t do anything to help and I guess that took a toll on him” she recalls, trying to remember what happened on that day.

“He even apologized to the girls for not doing anything and I guess that’s where he started to be harsh on himself and worked hard to be where he is today” Mina concludes. You suddenly remembered the time Kirishima told you about the story of his scar and how it all seemed to connect as he once mentioned that he did hate his quirk once.

With everything going on, you felt so overwhelmed that you started crying again. “Oh man, I didn't mean for you to cry” Mina yelps as she jumps down from her bed to comfort you. “Mina.. I’m scared” you sobbed onto your hands. Mina pouts, “Y/N, I know you are.. We all are..” she rubs your back soothingly.

“He still hasn’t responded to my texts and it’s already evening.. Who knows what happened to him– to them” you bawled your eyes out, throwing yourself onto Mina. “Y/N.. please stop crying.. It’s gonna be okay.. They’re gonna be okay..” she continues to rub your back, something Kirishima does when you’re stressed out over something.

Boxes of tissues later, you and Mina are now passed out on her bed after a night filled with tears and snot.

“Aye mornin’ girls- oh” Bakugou, Kaminari and Sero burst into Mina's room only to see the two of you passed out. “OI RACCOON EYES AND SHITTY FACE” Bakugou yells making you jolt out of bed. “Fucking hell Y/N, did you cry a fucking river here last night?” Bakugou comments, staring at the tissues scattered everywhere. You scoffed and checked your phone, still no reply from Kirishima.

“I’m so tireeeed” Mina groans, burying her face into her pillows. “Y/N couldn’t stop crying last night I was surprised she didn’t get dehydrated” Mina giggles. “Shut up, Min” you covered your face in embarrassment making the boys chuckle.

“Anyway our two beautiful ladies, breakfast is downstairs” Sero reminds. “I don’t want to eat” you say. “Nope, that’s not what you’re going to do” Kaminari nags. “Shitty face is gonna get his ass beaten for making you act like this” Bakugou growls and grabs your arm, dragging you to the dining area to eat alongside Mina of course.

All day today, the boys and Mina all made an effort to get your mind off of things. They even took it as far as confiscating your phone if it meant that you wouldn’t look at your phone every second of the day just to cry a second later.

“Can I please have my phone?” you pull your puppy eyes at Kaminari who was the keeper of your phone. Kaminari laughs obnoxiously, “No” you scowled, “Wait til I tell Eijirou” Kaminari shrugs and watches TV

After what felt like an eternity, the front door opened. Everyone’s heads perked up and lo and behold, it was Midoriya, Tsuyu, Uraraka and Kirishima.

“They’re back!” Mineta cried out as he ran over to them. “They’re back, you guys!” Everyone started to surround them. “We were so worried about you!” “I’m so glad you guys are back safe and sound” People are talking over one another and overall it was a mess.

You stayed behind the crowd but kept your eye on Kirishima the whole time. He’s back! He’s back in one whole, Kirishima— your Kirishima was back.

You found yourself walking towards him, you couldn’t wait to have him in your arms again safe and sound. “You guys just kept getting involved in crazy shit!” Kaminari exclaims. Midoriya and Kirishima share a look, “hehe sorry for not telling you guys sooner, they wouldn’t let us” Midoriya smiles sheepishly.

It seemed like Kirishima found your eyes since a huge smile was suddenly plastered across his face. You felt the tears welling up again for what seems like the nth time today alone. Your lips quivered as you pushed passed Kaminari and now you were right in front of him. “H-Hi” you whispered. Kirishima couldn’t hold it anymore, he dropped his bag and engulfed you in his arms.

“I was so fucking worried” you wailed. “It’s okay, I’m here now aren’t I?” Kirishima sniffles, hugging you tighter.

“GUYS!” Iida interferes, “I know you’re worried, heck even I am but please calm yourselves! You saw the news didn’t you? A lot happened to them so let us give them some space!” he nags. Iida then turns to you, “this applies the same for you too, Y/L/N-san”

“Uhh Iida?” Kirishima motions himself and you, “I’ll handle this” he mouths over to the class representative. Iida gives him a curt nod, “Very well.”

You pulled away from his hug and cupped his cheeks. “You wouldn’t answer my texts and the fact you didn’t respond overnight, I was so fucking worried for you, I didn’t know what to do” you rambled making Kirishima chuckle. “Well you don’t have to worry about anything else, I’m here now. Back in your hold and you’ll never lose me like that ever again” he grins, showing his pointy whites.

“OI Shitty hair” Bakugou calls, Kirishima whipped his head in his direction. “Ah Bakugou!” Kirishima smiles widely. “Just because you’re back doesn’t mean we’ll let you off that easily” Bakugou smiles devilishly at his friend. Kirishima looked down at you and gave you a confused look.

“You made us suffer by making us take care of your crybaby” Bakugou points a finger at you. “Do you know how many boxes of tissues I had to ask Yaomomo?!” Mina adds, making everyone double over laughing.

“You guys!” you complained, cheeks reddening. “Hey Kirishima” Mina calls, “You okay?” she asked. Kirishima’s grip on you tightened, “I’m not there yet..” he confessed to his childhood friend. Mina nods, “Don’t forget to tell me when you’ve completely gotten over it okay?” she smiles sweetly before running to Ochaco and Tsuyu.

—

“She told you, didn’t she?” Kirishima asks as you two enter his room. “Yep and your scar story seemed to connect with it so I connected the dots and boom. Now I understand everything about you” you smiled. Kirishima changes into pajamas and quickly hops onto bed with you.

“Everything about me hmm?” he murmurs against your skin as he snakes his arm on your waist. “Yep” you say, popping the letter ‘P’ at the end making him chuckle. “I love you” you stroke his cheek with the pads of your thumb before closing the distance between the two of you.

“I love you too.”

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Spidey Senses (pt. 6)

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Having to keep up a lie is hard for Peter when you're trying to help him.

Word Count: 3366

Chapter 1 • Chapter 5

"What do you mean finally?! This is bad. Really, really bad Ned. I shouldn't be thinking about her like that!"

"Dude, it's your feelings. You're gonna feel whatever way you do. You can't control that stuff."

"But this could ruin our friendship. I don't want that." Peter whined over the phone as he put his hand over his eyes, laying on his bed.

"Or~ maybe this could all work and you could score a girlfriend." Ned suggested, amusement laced in his voice. "I mean, I didn't want to be the first one to say this, but..."

"What?"

"Let's just put it this way. She's always had a cute heart. Over time, her heart got cuter and went straight to making her face kinda hot."

"Ned." Peter frustratedly said.

Ned gave him a goofy laugh. "You sound like your getting jealous or something."

Peter quickly sat up. "Do you think that'll happen?"

"Probably." He said nonchalantly. "All seriousness Peter, you should go for it. I always thought you two would be good together. There's just something there, trust me. And hey, you two could be the amazing spider couple. That'd be awesome."

"Spider couple." He smiled and laid back down. "You think people would make that, like, a ship name for us?"

"Dude, you could have a super girlfriend. How awesome does that sound?!"

Peter let out a chuckle. "That does sound pretty cool. Okay, thanks for the therapy session. Night Ned."

"No problem. Night." And with that Peter stayed up to think about you some more.

The next week at school went horribly. All Peter wanted to do was spend more time with you, but you kept pushing him towards Liz at gym class and in Mathletes. He felt so jealous whenever he saw you goofing off with Ned. You were a very touchy person, and every warm hug to Ned felt like Peter's arms were getting colder.

When Liz was finally busy, he went over to you and sat a little closer to you than usual. "Hey Peter." You greeted brightly. "Any progress?"

"On what?" He asked dumbly.

"Liz." You said quietly.

"Oh!" He voice cracked and cleared his throat. "Oh. Um, not really. I think I'm done for the day."

"Aw, Peter!" You rubbed his arm. "You shouldn't give up on stuff that's important to you."

He sighed, glancing at Ned's confused face. "Can't I just spend the rest of the day with you?"

You smiled and nodded, patting his cheek gently. Peter's phone buzzed and it was a text message from Ned.

Not Guy in the Chair: Why didn't you tell her how you feel?

He glanced at you working on your notes.

SM: I don't want things to be weird.

Not Guy in the Chair: The truth will set you free 🕊️🕊️

SM: Shhhh

You then took out left over brownies for Peter. He gladly took one as Flash came over, taking one out of the container as well. "Hey babe."

"Don't touch my stuff and never call me that." You closed your container and put it in your backpack. "What do you want Flash?"

"Just making sure you got a hot outfit for the party. Finally gonna show some skin?"

"I do have a costume. Peter was with me when I got it too. We had a lot of fun." Peter looked at you and smiled.

Flash then rolled his eyes. "Really? How could anyone ever have fun with Penis Parker?"

"Well we do." You tugged each boy at your side into a side hug. "Do you have a special trio that would do anything for you?"

He nervously scoffed. "I have more than two friends. Does every friend seem special to you when you're not popular?"

"If you called one of your friends in the middle of the night and told them to come over cause you're sad, would any of them do it?" He was silent as he looked down. "That's a special friend. Now goodbye."

"Y'know—"

"Good. Bye." You pressed, frowning.

"I—"

"Dude," MJ interrupted. "Know when you've been beat. Walk away."

He then did so, stomping away. You smiled and looked over to MJ. "Why do we not talk to each other?"

"Cause you're a loser." She said, matter-of-factly.

Though Ned and Peter have her a confused frown, your smile only widened. "What are you?"

"Friendless."

"Not anymore!" You exclaimed. The teacher then announced that the club session just ended. "We'll see you at lunch tomorrow then."

She stared at you for a moment. "...Okay, I guess. Bye." You could tell that she held back a smile as you excitedly waved at her before packing up.

You and Peter were walking home, when he asked about MJ. "I don't know." You said, shrugging. "I just feel like she's cool. My spidey senses can feel it."

"You say that about everything." He laughed.

"Because I'm always right about everything. It's a given." He chuckled again. "C'mon, don't you ever have intensified feelings about some things or people?"

He awkwardly smiled and nodded, looking away from you. "More than I should." He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I said I should hope so."

"Well then, see? I'm right again." You grinned.

"Did your spidey senses feel that too?"

"Yup." You both chuckled.

Over the next few days MJ began to directly hang out with you and the boys, and she said that she would be going to the party as well. "I don't believe in stereotyping geeks out of parties, which is why I'm supporting you guys tomorrow." She explained with an almost unnoticeable smile.

"So generous." You teased back, Ned and Peter smiling as well. "What'll you be going as?"

"Oh, I'll be going as part of the impartial generation of today." She gave a sly smile.

"Nice, nice." You nodded contently before Flash came up to your table again. "Holy crap man, are you sure you even have friends? Why do you keep bugging me?"

"Just wanted to see what the new member of the Penis Parker group was like." He then nodded to Mj, to which she didn't respond. He then rudely waved his hand over her face. "Hello?"

She backed her face up as you smacked his hand away. "Leave her alone."

"What? This is probably the most exciting thing to happen to her. It's not like you guys have interesting lives." You and Peter looked at each other. "I'm guessing that's a no?"

"Well Peter and y/n know Spiderman and Spidergirl!" Ned blurted out.

Flash then did a breathy, wheezing laugh. "Are you kidding me? How would they know them?"

"The Stark Internship!"

"Ned, stop talking." You mumbled. Ned nodded and put his head down. "We met them a few times, so we don't really know them or anything, and even if we did were aren't supposed to talk about it."

"Well Peter," he ignored you. "If you're actually cool then why don't you invite them the the party?"

"Cause we wouldn't want to waste their time by having them go to some fanboy's party." You argued, knowing Peter would choke up if he answered.

Flash shrugged it off. "That's what I thought." He said as he left.

The next day you were talking to Linda while in your costume with your mini backpack slung over your shoulder. She was telling you about the job interview she's getting and how she's saving up the money from Tony's watch to rent an apartment in the building you live it. "I'm so happy right now Linda! You could totally be one of those super nosey neighbors, and I would pretend to be okay with it!"

"That would be a dream come true." She said as you both turned your heads to see Peter coming, also dressed up. "Just a few years older, and I would totally go for that."

You sighed. "You're such a creeper Linda."

"And you should loosen up and be more of a creeper." You gave her a look, and she only shrugged. "Just saying. Press on and go for it."

"Hey guys." Peter greeted with a smile. "Everything okay?"

"Yup!" You hopped off the steps you were sitting on. "Let's go."

"Okay. Bye Linda." Peter politely waved.

"Don't acknowledge her Peter, it makes her weirder."

"Don't be jealous that I'm more fun." She called out, smiling.

Peter chuckled and tried to put his hands in his pockets, only for his hands to slip from there being none. He didn't know what to do with his free hand that wasn't carrying the shield. He probably looked so awkward in front of you right now. This was so nerve wracking.

"Peter calm down." You suddenly said, causing him to jump a little. "It's my first party too, but we got each other. And we know Ned's gonna be there to be a dork, and Mj will be there to remind us how stupid we look. It'll be great."

He nervously laughed, scratching his head. "Yeah, I guess." He then became nervous just thinking about what would happen if you discovered this crush, especially at the party with Flash. "Y/n, what do you see in men?"

The question was unexpected, and your face felt like it was in flames. "What would you ask that?"

"Just wondering. I don't think I've ever seen you flirt with someone." He mentally sighed at the save.

"Mm, I guess he has to be nice, for starters. I'd want him to make me laugh, and care about me. I don't know, that's really it."

"Really? Only that?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing with looks, or..."

"Peter!" You lightly smacked his arm and giggled. "You know I don't care about that stuff."

"You care about your own looks." He said quietly.

"That's different though." You grinned and tugged on his wrist. "We're here. C'mon."

Ned was waiting on the steps, looking up at you two in major relief. "Guys, tell me you brought the suits."

You both nodded. "Our suits aren't party tricks." You said. "This feels way too wrong."

"Yeah, I'm with y/n. Those suits are worth way too much to use for something like this." Peter added.

"Only for a few minutes. This is our chance for Flash to stop messing with us." Ned whined.

You huffed. "Okay, but only if Flash is being extra annoying."

The three of you walked inside and saw Flash trying to be a DJ, playing some basic techno music. He saw the three of you, and brought out his mic. "Hey Penis Parker, where's your superhero friends? That's not Spiderman, that's Ned in a onesie."

People began laughing, and you pursed your lips. "I'll be right back."

You left and went behind a building, opening your backpack and quickly changing into your hero outfit. You took a deep breath, and was about to swing in when you got a call from Peter.

"Dude, tell me she's doing it." You could hear Ned say.

"I don't know, I'm gonna ask her. Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You laughed out.

"Did you really put it on?"

"Yeah. Are you gonna join me or do you just want me to do it?"

"This doesn't feel right."

"Peter doesn't know what he's saying." Ned called out in a child-like tone.

"Ned's being mean to me." Peter responded in the same tone.

You giggled. "Look guys, I don't feel great about it, but Flash needs to be knocked down a peg. It hurts to see him treat you guys like crap. This is just gonna be a one time thing, right?"

"Right." Peter confirmed.

Ned remained silent, but Peter nudged him. He huffed. "Right."

"Okay, I'll be down in a bit." You then ended the call.

"So, I've been meaning to ask," Ned said. "But why does y/n still think you like Liz? I thought you were gonna tell her yesterday."

"I didn't know how to tell her the truth! I panicked!"

"You're hopeless." Mj said as she walked up to the two boys. "What happened to y/n?"

"She went to go get Spidergirl." Ned nodded for way to long as he said this.

"Wait," She looked genuinely surprised. "So you guys, like, actually know the Spider heros?"

"What was that?" Flash asked over his mic. "Is Penis Parker actually going to bring Spiderman and Spidergirl here?"

"Actually, um, Spiderman couldn't make it." Peter said before clearing his throat awkwardly. "But Spidergirl said she'd make an appearance."

Flash obnoxiously laughes into the mic. "Can anybody believe this guy?"

You then swung in. "I do." You raised your hand playfully as everyone began cheering. "You guys were expecting me, right?"

Everyone cheered again. "Oh my God." Flash said in a high pitched manner.

You grabbed Ned by the shoulders. "It's Ned, right?" You asked over the music, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I've heard good things about you."

"All true." He showed his goofy smile.

You patted his cheek. "I bet!" You turned and walked over to Peter, giving him a big hug. He returned it, finding the hug oddly comforting considering everyone was staring. "Peter! It's been a bit, huh?"

He awkwardly chuckled. "Yeah. Thanks for coming."

"Of course! When I heard from SM that the Peter Parker finally had time for a party, I knew I had to come and see it for myself! Maybe my partner could join in next time, yeah?"

"We... Um..." He kept doing his little pant–laugh thing that he does when he doesn't know what to say. "Yeah."

You moved over to look at Mj. "You go by Mj, right?" She nodded. "Y/n tells me you're super opinionated and awesome."

She smiled and shrugged, tucking back some hair. "I just kinda say whatever comes to mind. I don't really think before I talk sometimes."

You tapped her chin. "I love it. Never change." You then clapped your hands. "Now! Where's Flash Thompson?"

Everyone pointed to Flash, who quickly turned down the music. You swung to him quickly and caused him to back up into a small table, awkwardly steadying it. "H... Hi."

"Hi Flash. I wanted to let you know that me and Spiderman keep tabs on our friends, to make sure they're okay. We're pretty protective, y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I totally get that." He kept awkwardly nodding.

You nodded and patted his cheek. "I knew you would, so I need you to keep an eye on Peter and Ned while me and SM can't. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, yes I can. I could do anything for you."

"Thank you Flash." You patted his arm, to which he looked at his arm in amazement. "Amazing. Okay, I gotta go. But remember, I keep tabs on your school, so I'll be watching!"

You then walked around for a bit taking pictures and talked to some people. You suddenly felt goosebumps all over and excused yourself, flying out and looking around. You saw a small blue explosion in the distance and quickly texted Peter.

He came as soon as he could and you explained the situation. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Mj noticed Peter leave quickly after you did. She also noticed that you weren't in sight while Spidergirl was here.

"Okay, okay. I, I need to change!" He then quickly took off his shirt and started unbuckling his pants, looking up to you dumbly staring at him. "Uh..."

"Sorry!" You quickly turned around and look off your mini backpack, plopping it down next to yourself. It had Peter's suit folded inside. "That was partially not my fault. You gotta warn somebody before you start stripping next time."

"Next time?" He asked teasingly. "You say it like you want it to happen again."

Truth be told, neither of you knew where this new found confidence of Peter came from to tease you like that. It was almost like he was flirting. You liked it though; it was as if he was becoming more confident and mature with himself.

Your face was hot as you grinned at the ground. "Well, you gotta pay for whatever expensive college you're gonna get into somehow. And I'll come visit at the strip club to support my best friend."

He hugged you with one arm from behind. "So supportive. Maybe the reason I'm a stripper is to support the both of us."

You chuckled and rubbed his arm. "My hero."

He turned you around and handed you your backpack. "This is a cool backpack, by the way. I like the mini things of Thor."

"Thank you." You said, awkwardly taking the backpack. "Now let's go."

Neither of you could get some webbing to hold onto any tree in the area, so instead you both ran across a whole field, looking kind of comical. By the time you two got there this one man was showing another some high tech weapons. You were getting closer to listen in, and it sounded like the guy wasn't interested in what the others were trying to sell.

"Why you trying to upsell me man?"

The other two guys didn't like this, and were slowly getting angrier. You tried to get closer, but Peter's phone went off from Ned calling him. You both hid as Peter fumbled to end the call, and the two merchants assumed the buyer was setting them up because of the noice. In an instant there were two guns pointed at the buyer.

"Woah, woah!" You yelled as you and Peter came out, hands up. "C'mon guys, I promise he wasn't turning his back on you two. And I'm a good guy; good guys don't lie."

"Really, if you guys are gonna shoot at anybody, shoot at me." Peter said with seriousness. "I'm the real threat."

The two guys looked at each other and pointed their guns at the both of you. "Okay."

You both dodged their shots and flung their guns away with your webs. You tried to shoot at the wheels of the car but the man with an electric glove shot at you, causing you to fling back. You noticed that the buyer hesitated to go and help you, but decided not to and instead hopped in his car and drove away.

When you got up they were getting in the car so you and Peter shot a web to the door. The door broke off, but Peter shot another web to the car to have you two ride the door.

"Hey, I got a really stupid idea!" You yelled out as the guy in the back of the van was reaching for a gun.

"Go for it!" The van hit a sharp turn, and you took this as chance to let go of the door and leap to a tree, using your strength to push and dive head first into the van.

"Woah, I did it!" The shocker guy tried to punch you with his electric glove, but you dodged it. "Someone's bitter!"

You began to go on a defensive position and dodge his contact hits and fires in the narrow van, until Peter shot a web at him that pinned one of his hands to the side of the van. He used the other hand to shoot at Peter, blasting him into a backyard.

"I'm okay!" You heard him yell out from a distance.

You slammed the shocker guy to the ground and pinned his hands and feet to the ground. You stood and shot web to cover his mouth as well. "That was a pretty rude thing to do, but I guess two v one isn't fair. Then again, you're are a bad guy."

You remembered that you had your backpack on this whole time, and took it off to hug it.

"Mh. Once again, Thor backpack comes in clutch. Odinson, you can me do no wrong." You opened your backpack and put some small weapons in it, zipping it up and putting it back on. You looked outside before turning around to talk to the man pinned on the ground. "I wonder where Spiderman went. It's all good though, I'll stop the car—"

You were cut off by something grabbing you and yanking you back. You yelped as you were whipped into this huge lake. The water hit you painfully and you began to see spots, seeing a flash of a man with mechanical wings. You almost didn't feel something bring you up.

"Thanks ma..." You looked up and winced. What was carrying you was the Iron Man suit. "Uh oh."

"I have some words for you two."

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donnerpartyofone · 3 years

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I shouldn't even get into this, but unfortunately I saw it, and now I'm thinking about it! There's this weird argument that floats around here about whether or not minors and adults should be allowed to interact. Or even more strangely, whether they should be ENCOURAGED to. On the "against" side, you have the concern about grownups crafting coercive relationships with impressionable children, and all the stuff that such a power imbalance can lead to. On the "for" side is...this bizarre idea that young people need to form relationships with older people while they're still young, or else they'll never learn HOW to relate to older people. Which is like...I actually don't understand what that's describing. This conversation usually arises around the topic of whether tumblr users under 18 can form safe relationships with users who are in their 20s and 30s. The idea that kids SHOULD actively seek out bonds with people who might be twice their age, because otherwise they're missing out on important developmental experiences and might wind up maladjusted, is just funny to me. It seems to me that you learn how to relate to other people in basically the same way no matter how old you are; you take an interest in others, and you express that by being friendly and compassionate. That stands true even if you never knew the joys of robust intergenerational friendships while your young brain was still developing; you're not going to wake up one day at 19 with NO IDEA how to deal with the 30 or 60 year olds at your first internship because you failed to explore relationships with people that age when you were in junior high. If you and another person are basically from the same culture and share the same language and general social standards, you don't need like special lessons in how to talk to that person on account of their being 10 or 20+ years older. This argument would eventually eat itself: "How will a teenager ever learn how to talk to a 30 year old? How will a child ever learn to talk to a teenager? How will a baby ever etc..." I'm also not sure what social ills are supposedly perpetuated by minors NOT experimenting with how to form healthy relationships (as this is often stated) with adults. Part of the implication is usually that if minors develop active, wholesome relationships with older people, then they will be able to spot out the predators by comparison--but the bad news about that is, you learn to identify predators by witnessing the bad stuff that they do. It's not a matter of saying "Y = not X"; abuse survivors aren't just people who never had enough good relationships to make a useful artificial prediction about bad relationships. The only way to avoid predators, besides the protection of the people responsible for you when you're still young and defenseless, is through having such strong self-esteem and/or intuition and/or street smarts that you know when you can and should say no to something that feels wrong to you...or, if that sounds like a tall order for a kid, you'd have to learn by experience: something bad happens to you, and you figure out how to avoid letting it happen again. Believe me, you would prefer not to go that route as a child if at all possible, and you don't arrive at a state of healthy development by somehow magically making the correct relationship choices the first time all the way through the tenth time and the hundredth time, all by yourself. That's not how life works, and when you're still a kid, you shouldn't have to always know what to do with adults; a little preventative medicine is in order. Nobody who cares about a young person wants to have to say, "Aw, so it turned out that 35 year old tumblr brony who's always complimenting you on how cool and 'mature' you are, was saying those same things to a lot of OTHER 14 year olds to see who would give out their number or send him the most 'mature' pictures the fastest? Well, that's life. I'm really glad you're totally left to your own devices with strange adults, because there is no other way you would ever learn to figure out

who the good ones are." Knowing how to relate to adults develops AS you become an adult; there's no reason it has to be sooner. It is NOT best developed through children becoming so intimate with the thoughts and behavior of adults that they evolve a prematurely advanced perception of which adults are abusive narcissists or pedophiles. I would use as evidence the millions of people in history who generally avoided abuse, and ultimately developed normal relationships with people their own age and beyond, without any kind of systematic schooling in how a 14 year old can connect with a 35 year old. I recently stumbled upon a looooong thread about this social theory, with people adding things like "My grandparents' friends come over every Sunday and I love them!" and "I have a great relationship with the older ladies at my summer job!" and "I visited my older siblings at college and all their friends were super nice to me!" And it's like, nobody is saying that you should be locked in the attic when meemaw's friends come over for bridge. Nobody is saying that you should stubbornly ignore your middle-aged boss. Actually, a lot of those situations seemed to involve either a relative who looks out for the young person, or protective barriers like appropriate workplace behavior; nobody seemed to want to admit that the real concern is older adults cultivating intimate, unobserved, one-on-one rapports with people who are too young/inexperienced/easily intimidated to see what's coming. It's important to note that strong relationships usually form between people who share some version of the same life experiences--who relate to each other, because the other person "gets" them, has "been there". You don't want to have to explain yourself all the time to someone for whom your greatest pains and joys are still pretty abstract, because they haven't had time to get to them yet. Like if you haven't made it through college yet, and somebody who has been through all that and more is pretending to deeply identify with you, well, you COULD have found an exceptional connection, sure, it's not absolutely impossible; but there's a much better chance that something could be seriously wrong.

#i'm like 100% positive this rhetoric was originally authored by NAMBLA or some shit and now people are just repeating it without thinking #but i don't feel like googling it lest i wind up on some type of LIST

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colossaldame-a · 3 years

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HEADCANON BUFFET !

for the 50 headcanons challenge that @bnharpchub made i’ll be reposting the ones i posted in my main blog the other day , since they are pretty recent still ! ! beware that some of these might have spoilers , both for the main manga and for the vigilantes manga --- not all obviously , but a few !

she eats A LOT , it helps with her quirk since she has a giant hehehe appetite ! no seriously , she probably eats almost as much as taishiro ( fatgum ) , but due to her transforming a lot and training it doesn’t look as much ( neither does she want it to be noticeable ) .

she actually loves to play video games ! first person shooting games are the ones she is better at , but she will play everything !

her favorite solo game of all time is the last of us , and her favorite co-op one is gang beasts ! although just dance will always have a special place in her heart .

she has the animal crossing switch !

yu swears A LOT too , usually when playing though , it’s pretty funny to see her lose her cool , actually -

her setup looks like this !

she streams , but actually doesn’t show her face or reveals her identity at all ! it’s like a little safe spot for her it’s also a good way of getting money for the damage she causes while working !

on that note : one time on a stream , yu got told that ladies shouldn’t swear as much as she did , so she spent the next 30 mins somehow managing to get a swear in every sentence . she only stopped because she didn’t know how to continue anymore .

since in her original design yu had blue hair , i’m going with the idea that she had a tiny little bitsy emo phase back in middle school . that’s also when she started to play more on her computer !

she has two older brothers , who are twins ! taichi’s quirk is the ability to make things big by touch , while koba’s to make things small ! her mother , tsukiko , her quirk is to make any part of her body grow : hands , feet , ears ! anything ! her father’s ( his name is kimio ! ) is the ability to touch anything and be able to mold it into something else !

her brothers ( now both 29 ) , they used to participate in the fighting matches that rappa and miruko participated in ! yu is aware of this due to the fact that they would ask her to distract their parents while they sneaked out , or to cover up for them in case anything happened !

know how astronauts have trouble adjusting to life on earth again , because of how they let go of things in the air thinking they’ll stay there , but get confused when they drop to the ground because gravity ? that’s kinda what happens with her , but with the size of things ! while in her normal form , she envisions things as smaller than what they really are , and ends up getting surprised each time !

since yu is the youngest of 3 children , she always grew up in a competitive environment and mindset . that didn’t change much the moment she became a hero , always aiming for the top and to be the ‘winner’ . HOWEVER , that began to change the more she grew as a hero , not having that mindset as her priority anymore but in the back of her head , and due to the recent events of the manga , it’s almost completely gone .

she actually knows a lot of puns , usually doesn’t say them often but she knows them !

the fight between her and nemuri ( midnight ) that happened on that talk show ? completely fake , they planned it before hand !

yu’s favorite hero since she was a teenager was , in fact , midnight ! the mask she wears with her hero costume is in her honor ( now more than ever ) !

like momo and itsuka , her first internship as a hero student was with uwabami . it’s thanks to her that she wears the curls in her hair bangs now !

she likes to jog at night , when it’s chilly ! this does not apply in the winter , though ; too chilly !

as the only daughter in the family , as well as the youngest , she is spoiled . it happened , it’s okay -

the only reason why yu got mineta as an intern after the sports festival was because of his color scheme being similar to hers . the moment she met him for real she wanted to kick him to the sun , but alas couldn’t and shouldn’t and she knows that ( unfortunately ) .

the way yu and her family found out about her quirk was one time in a picnic , when she was 5 years old . thankfully , they were far away from people , but it took her 30 minutes to be able to turn back to her normal form . from that day on ,, her parents started to buy her clothing that fit her quirk . she had control over her quirk one year later , and since she was 15 she didn’t need to wear that special clothing . although sometimes she still has certain outbursts and it causes for it to activate .

to everyone’s surprise ( not really , if you remember that she dyed her hair ) , her favorite color is blue !

her favorite song is timber , which is pretty ironic in itself ; although she also vibes to wap !

yu records and takes pictures a lot ! and due to that , her tiktok account ( because lets be real , she has one ) is filled with videos of funny things happening while working .

she is bisexual , and usually goes for men that are older than her , and women around her age ! obviously this doesn’t apply if she meets someone she really likes , but that’s usually how it goes !

yu really likes asmr !

her nickname in high school was sharpay evans ; she took it as a compliment !

since kamino , she wears her suit under her casual clothing --- her mask usually kept either inside a pocket of her jacket , or inside a purse she has at the moment . that experience ( mostly best jeanist though ) taught her that she can’t let her guard down .

she knows how to play the violin !

one time she entered a competition of people dressing up as a heroes , mostly as a joke : she lost , and the judges told her that her hair looked fake . it took a lot to keep things calm then .

yu prefers to not wear much makeup , on contrary to popular belief ! eyeliner , mascara , lipstick and a bit of concealer under her eyes usually does the trick ! although she has tons of makeup and will often do looks when she is at home ( and if there’s any formal event happening ! ) .

yes , she liked one direction when in her emo phase . nobody knows , it’s her dark secret ; even darker than that whole phase itself and yes , she cried when zayn left .

yu doesn’t like kids , at all . teenagers are alright though , she supposes .

yu , tsunagu and keigo ( best jeanist and hawks , or rather : @fiibermaster and @perditus ) have weekly meetings to spill the tea . honorary members are katsuki and neito , though .

continuing from above , that’s how she always knows the spiciest drama that happen . it’s pretty funny , actually .

continuing of from 33 , @perditus‘s keigo is absolutely her best friend .

since her quirk only allows her to have those two heights , yu has taken upon herself to learn and and know more of 1v1 combat , meaning beginning to train more martial arts .

her favorite movie is legally blonde ! and her favorite series is new girl ! although her favorite character of all time is tanya from mamma mia ! !

her favorite animal are squirrels ! she finds them cute and that’s why she has caroline in her island in animal crossing ! !

yu’s taste in music is very sporadic , although a lot of songs end up being slightly suggestive . here’s her playlist .

yu has met both @explodeking‘s katsuki and @shockingtm‘s denki through gaming online . when she heard their voices she went pikachu shocked face !

mentioning katsuki ; you bet your ass she absolutely went and asked about the kids first thing after waking up after kamino .

she might have gotten a few scars from kamino ward , but she actually absolutely cherishes them . because those scars reminder her of how they trusted her for such important mission , to be able to work along heroes that were in the top 10 . it actually means a lot to her , although if asked yu will just shrug it off .

she likes to camp and hike ! granted , she hates it because no wifi and no games , but that way she can use her quirk without much trouble of hurting people or destroying things and therefore relax a little .

yu naturally smells of roses and surprisingly ; rain .

unlike many , yu doesn’t even think on quitting her job after the war : in fact the whole thing that happened made her grow more stubborn about it . also made her realize how much she still has to grow as a hero , and she can’t wait to leave the hospital and start training and helping those who need it right now .

it took her one day to wake up after what happened too , and while she did have many injuries , the worst ones ended up being on her head . right now it’s mostly wrapped up , and she has been having many headaches even with the pain killers .

she doesn’t like spicy food that much , but she will eat it either way .

in her giant form , she will often whisper ; since if she speaks normally , it’s already pretty loud .

and finally ! the glare that machia gave her right before grabbing her head and throwing to the side ; it scares her still . in that moment she realized he was basically just playing around , while she was doing her most to stop him . she has nightmares about it still .

#CRYING SPENT THE WHOLE DAY ON THIS #* HEADCANONS // it goes one by one ; even two by two - everybody in the club gon' be rocking when i'm through .#bnha spoilers //#manga spoilers //

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gore-maballer · 3 years

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alright here goes big personal post time

i did wanna make this yesterday but i had to do a couple of things and i got kinda tired

this is definitely gonna get heavy but i do want to end on a good note

I think i need to get this out straight away, i have Asperger’s Syndrome, i’m very high functioning but i do have it. I like to think it doesn’t affect me that much but i’ve lived with the diagnosis long enough to know it’s just not true.

Loud noises cause me no end of distress. Focusing on particular subjects can be almost impossible sometimes. Naturally this impacted me at school, which is what i think caused the bulk of my mental health issues.

Officially i only have 9th grade completed, i haven’t even finished high school. Like, i know i’m not stupid, but imagine what that does to someone’s self-esteem.

That isn’t to say i didn’t try to finish high school. I tried harder than anyone i know, i’ve taken practically every course available to me, even across multiple schools. I’ve taken science, art, multimedia, health and safety, culinary school, you name it.

but like i said, for people like me, studying is practically impossible sometimes.

whatever information i needed, i had to get it first try during class. That’s not easy when you share a room full of people always chattering and making distractions. And that’s even if you like your schoolmates somewhat, most of the classes i was in i couldn’t stand the people around me.

Don’t get me wrong, i didn’t hate everyone i met, i even made some dear friends, which kinda hurts now because i’ve lost contact with so many of them, and the ones i can contact still, i don’t really want to because i feel like they’ve moved on and i don’t want to bother them. So that was my school life, lonely, overwhelmingly stressful and underwhelmingly rewarding.

All the while i felt like a burden to my parents. Like, here’s this fuckin deadbeat leeching off his parents way past any reasonable amount of time to finish high school. i should have finished high school by the time i was seventeen. I’m 26 now. In retrospect, it’s not exactly a bad thing, none of the courses i took felt right to me. Like that health and safety one. I HATED that course, i took it because it was the only one i could at the time. I had no interest in the subjects, my classmates were insufferable, we shared rooms with ANOTHER class that was somehow even worse than the one i was in because our courses shared subjects and it was a small school, and some of the teachers were downright bad at their job sorry not sorry. So something happened, the stress got too much and i had an outburst. And people noticed. My parents noticed.

I started going to a psychiatrist, i got diagnosed with depression. Not anxiety but i feel like those go hand in hand anyway. Fuckin three hit combo right here, autism, depression, and the anxiety that goes with it. Fuck me up fam. Still, it did get me the help i needed and i started getting medication. And things started getting better.

Back to school. Starting over, three more years.

I really enjoyed culinary school, i found i have a knack for making some mean arroz con leche and i feel like i do really well with pastries and sweets in general. So school was nice for a while, i was enjoying my studies even if i wasn’t doing well in ALL of them, (sorry to my french teacher she was cool, but fuck that entire language), my classmates were pretty okay for the most part, the fact that it was a professional course meant that when i finished, not only would i have a highschool diploma, i’d be immediately certified to start working.

But on my second year, my father got diagnosed with cancer. And it all went to shit. I felt pressured to start helping my family anyway i could, after all, i’d taken so much and given so little. I started taking driving lessons and i got my license which was a big help in general. And good thing i did, because my dad’s health deteriorated quick. It was caught too late. I was miserable because when he was sick, at one point we had a heart to heart and i realized how much he loved me and didn’t think i was a burden like i thought he did, and though sometimes he really made me upset, i felt like i never showed how much i appreciated and loved him. He didn’t make it. Not a month later my grandmother died and a little under a year later my grandfather. This might seem cold, my grandparents were riddled with dementia, they barely recognized me so i wasn’t too upset when they died. But my mom, these people have been with her in the most important moments of her life and she lost them all in the span of a year. She was devastated, and seeing her like that wrecked me.

So my depression got worse, and my grades tanked, and i failed school again, and again i felt like a burden. I start thinking about things. I should run away, live on the street, anything so i wouldn’t burden my mother anymore. What’s the worst that could happen? I die? So what? Death felt welcome, even deserved. But could i do that to my mom? I’m glad i didn’t.

Things started getting better. Pushing through it all, i started another course, auxilliary health technician, and this one is right for me, i’m certain. I’m great at it, i get to help people and i love it. It’s just the right level of responsibilty, we basically assist nurses and help take care of the patients among other things.

It’s too bad the damn pandemic hit, we got stuck with telework, suddenly every subject and every class shifts to theory, and we’re spending hours upon hours everyday on our computers doing boring research and just completing assignment after boring assignment. So i started getting headaches, cool. My brain’s finally taken all it can take.

Anyway, i start my third and final internship before i finish the course, and i make it through my first week. And one night the seizure happens. I find out i have a brain tumor and it’s been growing for a while. Thankfully it’s not cancer, i really didn’t want to put my mom through that shit again.

Most of the mass was removed, i didn’t have any complications, i’m feeling great doing RT to remove what they couldn’t take out through surgery, plus i’m almost done with it, and further on i’ll do chemo, which i’m a bit more nervous about, but i’m sure it’ll go well too. And i got plenty of time to organize my thoughts. I really start thinking about life, about everyone who helped me get where i am now and i realize. People care about me, and i care about them. And i don’t want to hurt them, and i think they don’t want to me get hurt either.

So i’m not gonna. I’m not gonna hurt anyone, least of all myself anymore.

Needless to say this whole situation kinda grinded my studies to a halt. But I found out i’ll be able to kick off where i stopped later on this year.

Hopefully the state of things will be better by then, and i’m feeling the best I’ve ever felt, all things considering. I’m gonna see this damn thing through. I’m taking control of my life.

I finally feel like a person.

I got nowhere to go but forward.

If you read through all of this, thank you. It meant a lot and i love you.

I think i’ll go have a healthy cry now.

#getting better #personal #long post #like really long i don't think i ever put this much effort into writing something

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Okay, I'll bite. How and why did you learn to code?

HI LIN thanks for biting this is a story that tells you quite a lot about me as a person

so some background: my parents are both in compsci. they're the late 80s, early 90s silicon valley crowd, they've both had their fair share of established companies and startup-hopping, and my brother and i grew up here

my brother is about 5 years older than me and took to coding like a fish to water (like a duck to water??) which is to say he started programming on scratch at the tender age of.... i don't even know, honestly, maybe 9? too young for me to really remember, and he's been a compsci prodigy ever since

but then. then there was me.

now i do love scratch. when i was little i always copied my brother (not in like a cute way, in a 'if he can do that i can do it too' mindset that meant my third grade teacher REALLY struggled to find book recommendations for me that i hadn't already read. since my brother was above his grade's reading level, and i would read whatever my brother read. yeah that's the kind of kid i was/am)

so naturally i did what he did. i programmed on scratch, i did advanced math courses, i was in CHESS CLUB (i am so bad at chess by the way. i am not good at it. let's establish that. i think i beat my dad once and i genuinely don't know if he let me win or not. i never beat my brother so in that respect i failed. but i'm better than my mom so there's that)

HOWEVER. around fourth or fifth grade i was like hey. maybe i want to like... forge my own identity. and not just turn my life into 'do whatever elder brother does BUT BETTER.'

and thus began my campaign to NEVER DO ANY CODING EVER FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND WHILE I'M AT IT FUCK MATH

this gets long so there’s more under the cut sjflsghf

there are two problems with this. the first problem is my inherent pride and the fact that, despite my best efforts, i am actually decent at math and too proud to intentionally fuck it up. so i wound up in honors math. that made part 2 of my independence campaign a little difficult.

the second problem is that my parents were just as determined for me to learn to code as i was to avoid anything to do with coding for the rest of my life

(the third problem was actually a serious problem for this goal. and that was that in seventh grade, when i had a required compsci class where we learned basic, i found myself... enjoying it. HORROR OF HORRORS.)

so i was quite vocal about my anti-math stance and my determination to explore other avenues of life, to which my parents responded by listening with bat-ears whenever i talked about my compsci class and/or my love of spreadsheets so that they could jump on it and say 'YOU KNOW, COMPUTER PROGRAMMING IS JUST LIKE THAT, I THINK YOU WOULD REALLY ENJOY IT' whenever i said something remotely applicable

and to which i responded, of course, by plunging ever deeper into performing arts because fuck compsci, except when it's basic, because then i understand everything because of messing around w scratch when i was little and it's easy and i'm ahead of the rest of the class and can stare into space while the rest of them struggle with closing their parentheses (which is not to say i never messed up my parentheses. i totally did)

now, my brother, because he's a nerd, went to compsci summer camps where you'd spend a week or two learning some program or language. he did things like java and c++ and then would come home and use this knowledge for robotics club. like i said. nerd.

but my parents sensed a golden opportunity. namely, 'if we can get birl to go to these camps, she will actually learn programming things (not just being ahead of the class and spacing out in basic), and we'll probably get her to agree since it's only a week and she can do cost benefit analysis'

and, because i CAN do cost benefit analysis, i agreed to that deal. i'd go to a few of these camps, and then we'd agree that i was done with my parentally mandated computer science requirement. i learned some 3-d modeling, i learned to use unity (which involved some c+ as well), and i learned some java, and all was well. the camps were like 5 days long. we mostly worked on self-directed projects so i could do whatever the hell i wanted (and i made some pretty cool maze games if i do say so myself-- one of them in unity and one of them as a text-based game in java)

and.... horror of horrors....... i didn't hate it.

(of course i didn't want to go BACK any more than i had to but i also didn't hate every moment of those weeks)

so we were out of the woods right?

except no. we weren't.

because here's the thing. my high school ALSO had a computer science requirement. we had to take at least a semester. there were 3 levels offered: AP compsci, normal compsci, and then easy compsci (not its actual name) for the people who did not give a single shit

obviously i wanted to take the last one. my parents really wanted me to take AP but were willing to settle for normal. you will notice there was no overlap

i wrangled my way out of taking AP because that was a year-long course and i didn't have space in my schedule (my parents are wonderful in the sense that they didn't want to infringe on my actual interests to force me to do compsci which meant i had LEVERAGE)

but we literally wound up discussing it with the dean of students who was like 'well if you're capable of AP and just not taking it for schedule reasons then easy compsci would probably be boring for you!' which was an unhelpful take, thanks EVAN

but i did get my way by virtue of volunteering with a progressive tech organization in lieu of taking regular compsci, so i took easy compsci (in which i used scratch again, yay nostalgia, and also briefly flirted with html) and also wound up learning to use squarespace which is criminally easy but you can make it look like you're an expert

and all this while i was getting better and better with spreadsheets due to my own individual love for spreadsheets that near as i can tell, nobody in my family shares (my dad does have a lot of spreadsheets but his aren't as detailed as mine and he doesn't include data validation so HA)

all of which (plus my ap calc and stats classes) combines to mean that while i would not be able to just sit down and write you some code, if you give me access to stack overflow and tell me what language it's supposed to be in i can probably figure it out. especially now that i've become familiar with python by accident (well, more by my desire to write fic)

and because now i'm stuck in a rut, my current internship is with another civic tech company and that's probably what i'll wind up doing next summer as well. i don't actually work on software but i do comms which means i need to be able to have conversations with the engineers so i've been learning on the job. i know so much help

SO. with regards to my fic, my parents would both be thrilled because i taught myself some of a new programming language (python) and disappointed because i taught myself some of a new programming language with just stack overflow and some time and all i'm using it for is fic.

but near as i can tell we finished that battle long ago. it was a resounding victory for birl and i continue to expand my technical talents into areas like photo/video editing and CRM tools.

thank you very much *bows*

#birl talks #the-lincyclopedia

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triple t. (too much tequila)

“What proof?”

summary ⟶ The girls were given one last practical exam, as a whole group, which is currently an on-going case to carry out their task, along with their sister unit, The Blossom Angels as a back-up for the first time.

timeline ⟶ February 2020

characters : The Bloody Roses, The Blossom Angels, Jay Park, H1GHER Music, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

warnings ⟶ none.

“Am I the only one that is nervous?” questioned Haejin out loud as she looked towards her other members who were busy preparing themselves.

They could only look at her with a slight scoff and a small smile as they shook their heads.

“No, Haejin. I’m actually nervous ever since the senior officer gave us the reports,” answered Ahrin who was driving while glancing towards the rear-view mirror to see Haejin pouting.

Haejin couldn’t remember when was the last time that they were doing a mission. If she wasn’t wrong, the last time was when Got7 surprised them in their house.

The Bloody Roses couldn’t lie that they missed Got7 since they would always accompany the boys almost every day - as if it was like every routine even if it’s one day per week kind of basis.

What’s worse is that almost all of the Got7 members are in a committed relationship with each of their own bodyguards.

Ever since the day that The Bloody Roses girls step onto Virginia, it was as if they had limited time to update the Got7 members - but the girls tried their very best to give them a call or a message, an update regarding their well-being.

The same goes for the Got7 members.

It’s been 4 months since they went abroad to Virginia, to study at the same time helping the officers in the university to carry out their on-going missions by each one of the members attending internship.

Each of The Bloody Roses members gained so much knowledge and they were one step ahead from getting their official badge and licenses. Their last task was to be undercover in a club to catch a drug dealer.

What’s interesting is the owner of the club is none other than Jay Park.

“But why does Jay Park owns a club in L.A, U.S.?” questioned Nara as she was reading the reports.

“Because he has his company building in here too, that’s what Eunjae told me,” replied Eunhee as she was glancing at her watch.

“It’s time,” stated Eunhee as she looked towards Ahrin who gave a nod, as well as a smirk.

Hyunji smiled as she looked towards the dance floor, to see Haejin and Yeonji basically splitting up as they began their mission. It was the first time seeing Haejin stepping into the dance floor just for a mission.

During her old days, Haejin wouldn’t even glance towards the dance floor.

It’s probably thanks to Jaebeom oppa that made Haejin to slowly forget her trauma.

“Hello? Hyunji? Can you hear me? Tug your hair behind your right ear if you can hear me.” Nara’s voice suddenly appeared on her earpiece and Hyunji quickly followed her best friend's instruction.

Hyunji somehow felt uneasy; since it was Nara. They would only use the earpiece when something happened not according to their plans.

“Okay cool. Just saying, Eunhee and Chaeun caught the dealer. Just stay in your position till either Ahrin or Haejin gives us our next moves.” giggled Nara at the other end and Hyunji can’t help but to clench her jaw in annoyance and weirdly, in relief.

I’m gonna kick her ass after we graduated.

“I have never seen you before. Are you from Korea?”

Hyunji turned towards the voice to see an unfamiliar face that she couldn’t recognize.

“Yeah I am. I’m sure you’re from Korea too since it is obviously coming from your pronunciation,” answered Hyunji with a slight smirk, causing the guy to look taken aback.

“Woah... How did you know? Well.. I assume that you don’t know me, so let me introduce myself. My name is Lee Hwimin, and I’m in a duo group called GroovyRoom.”

Haejin looked around the room as she watched Eunhee and Chaeun apprehend the drug dealer. At the same time, her attention goes to the dance floor and for the first time, she smiled.

Haejin smiled.

The first thing that goes onto her mind was Jaebeom. Memories of her first coincidentally meeting Jaebeom in Deepshower’s club.

“Jb? What are you doing here?!”

“How about you? What are you doing here?”

“What are you— I’m doing my job of course!”

“If you are worried if people might see us, you don’t have to worry about that,”

If Haejin could compare herself, her old self was truly a tragic story and Haejin was planning to just live her life with her old memories but she didn’t know that what was waiting for her.

Haejin was truly grateful for Jaebeom. He made her open up her heart, her closed-off thoughts, and her closed-off feelings. But what made Haejin cherish Jaebeom more was what he said to her during one of her dates in his studio, back when he returned back from the world tour concert.

“We should visit Jaehwan. Since you’re going to Virginia for 5 months, I’m sure he misses you. Well, if you don’t have the time, we could go as soon as you return back home. I have some things to tell him and one of it is I’m thankful to him that he created a girl that has so much compassion and consideration for her family, her friends, the people that she surrounds herself with,”

Though there were misunderstandings between Jaebeom and herself, Haejin knew they could overcome it since both of them trust each other and they would always communicate whenever one is feeling upset.

Haejin could say that she has changed a lot in just a spent of 4 months in Virginia. Not just herself, the other girls too. They were more confident and somehow, they have become more gorgeous too.

To put it in Haejin’s words, The Bloody Roses are no more the bloodied roses, they were becoming into a blossom.

“Hayeo--

Haejin’s fast reflex made her to quickly grab the one that was about to hug Haejin behind her back, causing her to tightly grip onto the one’s wrist.

Haejin finally realized who it was as her eyes widen.

“J-Jay?” Haejin muttered as she stared at the one and only Jay Park, who was just a foot away from her that if anyone sees their position, they would think both of them were about to kiss.

Haejin quickly moves away from him, releasing the grip from his wrist.

“Hayeon-ah...” Jay mumbled drunkenly and Haejin tilted her head.

She finally realizes that the CEO of both H1GHER MUSIC and AOMG is drunk. It was obvious after seeing his reddening face.

“Jaebeom, I’m not Hayeon.”

“But you look just like her.”

“That’s because we’re cousins.” Haejin dead-panned as she shakes her head, immediately texting the other The Bloody Roses.

“Yah! Check if he is being drugged!” instructed Nara on her earpiece and Haejin quickly grabbed Jay’s redden cheeks, as she somehow checks his eyes. She heave a sigh of relief.

“Clear. He’s safe.” stated Haejin and before she could even took a step back, she was being engulfed by a tight hug from Jay, causing Haejin to shriek really loudly.

“Oh god! Hayeon is gonna kill me! Yah! Get off! You smell like tequila!” Haejin shrieked as she groan in annoyance, as she tried to push Jay away but he was too strong for his grip. The latter was mumbling nonsense that she couldn’t guessed.

Maybe because Haejin was too busy thinking and hoping that her cousin wouldn’t thing wrongly.

“Need help?”

Oh no.

Haejin knew whose voice it was as she quickly gulps in nervousness. She looked towards the voice to see Hayeon basically smirking while folding her arms.

“Hayeon, it’s not--

“I know, I got a call from Eunhee that you are screaming for help that Jay is suffocating you,” Hayeon cuts off the younger one.

With a strong grip, Hayeon managed to just single-handedly yank Jay away from Haejin.

“..And I heard you panicking just now so, no worries - and I trust you,” added Hayeon with a smile as she pats Haejin’s shoulder while trying to carry the drunk Jay by supporting him.

“Let me help you!” Haejin offered as she went to Jay’s opposite side. As she was helping to support Jay on her shoulder, Haejin didn’t realize that Hayeon was staring at her.

“It’s good to see you, by the way. We have a lot of catching up to do, Haejin. A lot of catching up.” said Hayeon with a warm smile as she looked at Haejin.

“Okay, everyone. Our job is done - almost. We are just waiting for The Blossom Angels and their team, well... mainly Eunjae and her team. I’m just going to check in the club to see the situation.” stated Eunhee through the walkie-talkie as she proceeded to go into the club.

They were supposed to catch the drug dealer without causing any scene - which is already been done. It was easy for The Bloody Roses as the girls manage to fight some of the drug dealer’s guards. They have been doing these for more than a year so it was done fast.

As she was doing her roundabout, there was a shriek coming from a group and Eunhee immediately went towards the group to already see Hyunji on the floor crouching beside the body.

“Is he dead?!” yelled Eunhee slightly towards Hyunji who was basically checking for the man’s pulse and she looked towards Eunhee.

“No. His pulse is still beating,” answered Hyunji as she began opening his eyelids slightly and Hyunji suddenly gasp.

Eunhee decided to see for herself by checking the man’s eyes and she immediately took out a vaccine from her pocket and immediately inject him.

The man is being drugged and Eunhee guessed that he drank the drugged tequila and as result, he fainted due to the drug. Ahrin told her it is fine for someone who consumes the drug but the consumer would suffer from a high fever if they didn’t get vaccinated as soon as they fainted.

“I should tell Hwimin about this,” mumbled Hyunji as she immediately took out her phone.

“Who’s Hwimin? You know this guy?” pointed Eunhee towards the man on the floor.

“He is Park Gyujeong, a member of GroovyRoom. His partner is Lee Hwimin. Both of them are under H1GHER Music.” explained Hyunji as she was already calling for back-ups.

At the same time, Eunhee decided to go near his face, checking for his breathing as she went near his face, directly at his nose to hear him peacefully breathing.

Eunhee can’t help but go towards his mouth for a sniff, for precautions.

Urgh, tequila.

In just a second, Gyujeong’s eyes immediately shot open as he tried to sit up, not know what is going to happen next.

His lips landed onto Eunhee.

“It was an incident, Eunhee. Stop worrying..”

“He kissed me, Ahrin! I’m as dead as a piece of bacon if Jinyoung finds out!” Eunhee exclaimed as she was messily rubbing her hair in annoyance. The thought of Jinyoung finding out could just make Eunhee insane.

She knew how possessive Jinyoung can become and it would somehow lead to an argument if things get heated.

“Well you didn’t kiss him back! You literally pushed him away! We saw it happen!” added Yeonji as she was watching the older one, walking back and forth on the pathway.

They were waiting for the others who were still on the job, the 3 of them are the only ones who finished their duties.

“We will back you up if anything happens, Eunhee-ah. Stop thinking about it,” advised Ahrin softly as she grabs her shoulder. Eunhee looked at the younger one with a worrying look.

“Besides, Jinyoung won’t find out unless someone wants to be a creep and took a picture of you.” shrugged Yeonji and Ahrin nodded in agreement.

Eunhee sighs as she rubs her face in exhaustion and worry.

“Good job, Eunhee. Thank you for saving Gyujeong for me.” A familiar voice said and Eunhee knew who it was as she went towards her for a hug.

“No worries, Eunjae.” mumbled Eunhee with a small smile. Eunjae raised her eyebrow as she scans Eunhee’s face.

“You look dead.”

“That’s because she is worrying about Jinyoung finding out that Gyujeong kissed her.” revealed Yeonji at the back and Eunjae tried her best not to laugh. Seeing her cousin’s reaction, Eunhee frowns.

“Yah! I’m actually freaking out! Can you imagine if Sik-K finds out his girlfriend was kissed by a guy?” exclaimed Eunhee and Eunjae rolled her eyes.

“Firstly, it won’t happen to me and lastly, it was an incident, Ahn Eunhee. I’m sure Jinyoung would understand,” explained Eunjae who was already folding her arms, seeing her panicked cousin.

“We tried to tell her that.” added Ahrin and Eunjae raised her eyebrow towards Eunhee.

“Okay, look. If somehow Jinyoung founds out or you tell him and he doesn’t believe, you can just contact me and I will show him the proof.” Eunjae made a deal, causing Eunhee to frown.

“What proof?” inquired Eunhee as she tilted her head.

“A proof,” answered Eunjae plainly with a smirk on her face.

Just then, the other members of The Bloody Roses as well as Hayeon of The Blossom Angels came out of the club, and that was the queue for the police officers to go into the club to escort the customers out for more investigations.

“Well, this is it. I have news from your senior officer. ‘Congratulations, The Bloody Roses. You have completed your internship and you have another month to go through the last few courses just for additional knowledge - then you will graduate’.” announced Eunjae as she read the message from her phone, causing The Bloody Roses members to groan and whine in frustration and tiredness.

“Great. We have another extra month!” yelled Haejin sarcastically, causing Eunjae and Haejin to giggle to see the other girls reaction.

masterlist : Got7 Bodyguard Au

#aomg #h1gher music #the blossom angels #collab #cross-over #khipkhop #khiphop #jay park imagines #jay park scenarios #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #got7 bodyguard #the bloody roses

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