#even this random ass girl got a (Barely) Passing Grade in the only important thing in a female character aka Pretty

[leatherbookmark]

"is this the narrator or the wwx, because neither sounds particularly good", part ?: the round-faced girl makes her debut! in Japanese, "one could even call her looks 清楚" (tbh I didn't really understand it because it means like... neat, tidy, trim? what does it mean in this case? she looked more or less not travel-worn? looked it up more and apparently it means "fair-skinned with small eyes, nose and lips and not too dark eyebrows" so I guess "delicate" fits), but in chinese ggl trans got me "barely handsome" and I was like come on that's mean, it can't be this. so I put spaces between the words and

wow

#liveshrimping #the last word is not really handsome but rather delicate and pretty #but like. are there good looking women that AREN'T delicate and pretty (heavy fucking sarcasm) #I KNOW im reading an 'everyone is stupidly conventionally attractive unless they're bad' novel i should Not be upset that everyone is #stupidly conventionally attractive but. its so annoying. there are no Just Guys #you wont have a dude with handsome eagle nose and a high forehead and those cute eye wrinkles #or a woman who has a round face and red cheeks and enormous ears but her eyes make you trust her immediately #nope! its all delicate and refined snd sophisticated and noble and out of this world and impressive and its soooooo boring and cold #like im not reading about human people but porcelain dolls or those models from sv/sss animation #even this random ass girl got a (Barely) Passing Grade in the only important thing in a female character aka Pretty #SIGH.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Only a Girl (Holy, Part 2.)

Series description: Your bestie Kim was a free-spirited person who wasn’t exactly concentrated on finding herself a partner. Yet one day, she recieves a phone number and this time, you didn’t want to keep the person on the other end hanging. And so, you text them, no matter who they are.

Part summary: There was a lot of misunderstanding in the last few days - which lead everyone into thinking that you were more or less obsessed with Stanley Barber.

A/N: I know that I’ve done this with Whatsapp series already but... This just seemed like a super-sweet idea for a closeted queer Sydney is.

Word count: 2.5 K

Tagging: @nemodoren​ @deadpoolcouldshootme​

Sydney’s tape: go fuck yourself

Series masterlist: H E R E

Being the fucking coward you were, you didn't respond to the text. To divert your attention, you went for a shower and then to snuggle with Mr. Skittles, who still kind of didn't get over the part where you almost stumbled over him.

You passed the test, to your surprise. You couldn't pay attention to a single word you've been writing on the exam sheet because one particular head with curly hair was making you focus on something else entirely. Stan Barber was in the said class with you, sitting just a few chairs away from you.

As usual, he was wearing his sunglasses - yet this time, he was writing down the words as if he was trying to surpass the Guinness' record of the fastest writing in history.

Again, you found yourself on kind of an edge. You wanted to ask him about the number. And fuck, you were curious about who the hell was his friend since you've never seen him outside school or his part-time job. But you didn't have enough nerve for that. Like a coward, eh? Yet Stan was quick enough to see that you were staring at him during the entirety of said exam and the rest of the class.

"What?" - The boy snapped suddenly, widening his eyes under the sunglasses. His hand quickly put his curls to place, rearranging them to look a bit more handsome since you were talking to him before he tried something similar to a smile. - "Do I have something on my shirt? Or did you suddenly realized how deeply you've fallen in love with me?" - His eyebrows arched as he leaned down to your desk. Stanley was using a shit ton of deodorants. Holy fuck.

And about that remark regarding you falling in love with him... That was nothing to worry about. He usually said weird shit like that. And the higher he got, the weirder the shit got.

"Keep on fucking dreaming, Barber." - A mutter came back as you grinned, picking your stuff from your desk. - "I was just spacing out and your damn head is right in front of me." - With a sweet smile, you thought you had knocked Stan off his feet, not literally of course, yet the boy wasn't giving up just yet. - "Oh, so you are in love with me. You hadn't said anything against it, so..." - Stanley shrugged his shoulders, grinning at you even more widely.

"I did say something." - You furrowed, having Stan hooked on the small talk, which wasn't happening every day. - "Keep on fucking dreaming, Barber." - You winked at the boy, fired at him from a finger gun, and then you turned on your heels and disappeared in the crowd of people.

You set on a new personal quest for another couple of days - you were trying to spot any suspicious activity going on with Barber... Which just meant that you tried to find out who is he friends with. Yet the level of Stanley Barber small talking to almost everyone to whom he was dealing was too hard for you. It was hard to keep track so you gave up even before the holiday started. Yeah, you were kind of lazy sometimes.

The holiday came in way quicker than you hoped it would. Well... It was starting just three days after the big exam, so you should've seen this coming, but you were surprised nonetheless.

The preparations were completed - Kim has prepared some meat for the grill, Aaron and his boyfriend took care of the alcohol and other illegal instances and you baked some cupcakes. Which, in your opinion, were the absolute peak of deliciousness.

Also, when it came to Aaron's boyfriend, you still didn't know his actual name - but because of the similarity, you all decided to call him Brock, like the Pokemon guy. Aaron was quite big when it came to every animated series ever made. When your holy trinity friendship had started back on elementary school, he was the one to call Kim 'miss Possible' - because of her name and the fact she shared a Kim Possible's most dramatic feature. The hair.

If you were naïve enough to hope to spend a load of fun time with your friends, you were very wrong. Aaron brought Brock with him and Kim, to everyone's surprise, brought one of her ladies with her. She had never done that before, but as they say, there's this first time for everything. Sure, the poor girl was most likely just another one-to-three nightstand, but you and Aaron made sure you're acting your fucking best around Kim's prey. But she wasn't as important for you to remember her name.

Even the first day in the cabin was quite nice. You fooled around for a while, grilled some of the meat Kim had prepared, and set on a long-ass hike through the woods around the cabin. But the other day... Oh boy...

It started with some cooking and beers. When that was done, boys put down a bottle of vodka in front of you, making everyone have at least one shot. And then another one... And another one. It was around an hour ago when Kim and her lady had disappeared somewhere - and wherever they were, you were sure about the things these two were up to. And no offense, but you didn't plan on witnessing any of it.

It wasn't that you would be disgusted or anything like that, but Kim was your bestie since your kindergarten days. And you weren't planning on seeing your best friend's face in someone else's coochie. No, thank you. So you sat in the main living room with Aaron and Brock as you listened to Brock playing his guitar.

About Aaron... He wasn't the smartest to start the conversation. But he never had grades worse than C, that needed to be at least mentioned. And when he started seeing some boy, well, these boys were very smart. Usually, they could do something artistic. Brock could play guitar and his ex-boyfriend was a passionate cellist. Aaron wouldn't say it out loud, but he was a quarterback who had a soft spot for artists. Which was a thing you secretly adored about your best friend?

"And then he... Man, you're not listening." - Aaron sat up suddenly, making you blink a few times in distress. Until then, he was laying with his head on your lap, telling you some story or what. But now, he was staring you dead in the eyes. - "Spill the tea, I've noticed you're different since last Sunday." - Sometimes, you wished for Aaron being the stereotypical gay friend, mainly because of the vocabulary used in so many shows. Yet your Aaron was way better than some random Netflix dude.

"I don't know what you're talking about." - You answered honestly, putting his hand back on your lap as if he was a small baby. Brock straightened up and put his guitar away, watching as you and his boyfriend chattered. - "I'm normal. As normal as I usually am." - "I've heard that you're in love with Stanley Barber, eh?" - Aaron asked almost innocently. For a moment, your face was projecting the empty feeling that struck you at the moment. That was a second lasting state before the panic overtook you.

"What the fuck? I am... I'm not in love with Stan. I've talked to him once after the biology exam and now we're having a wedding? Or..?" - Okay, maybe you were a bit overreacting with that, throwing your hands around, trying to make sense out of that shit. You could try to find out who started to spread this rumor, but it could be even Stanley himself. Which wouldn't surprise you one bit, to be honest? - "No. But you know... People noticed that you were stalking him and..." - Aaron suggestively rolled his eyes, making your mouth open even wider. - "I wasn't stalking Stanley... I... It wasn't like that at all."

You could barely defend yourself against these allegations. The facts clearly showed you watching the poor, unknowing boy almost every day of the last week... To find out who was this mysterious friend. You weren't watching Stan stalk him. But if you'd try to explain this in its entirety, starting from the concert, it would sound ridiculous. And on top of that, almost everyone was pretty drunk. Not like bat shit drunk, but you were more cheerful than normal.

"So you're saying you have your reasons and you're not secretly dating Stanley Barber, the rock king of our high school?" - Aaron looked you in the eyes again as you started to play with his hair again. - "I have my reasons and I wish I could date Stan." - You sighed back dramatically, grinning in the process. - "Stanley is a cool dude. I spent some time with him in the summer since I was at the bowling alley almost every day." - Brock spoke out suddenly. Oh, no. He thought you don't like Stan. But it wasn't like that either. As you previously said, you had a neutral relationship with the young dealer.

"I mean, yea, he's cool - but not 'I would date the hell out of him' type of cool." - That was what you thought about Stanley. He was a cool dude - but it was pretty hard to imagine him dating someone. Let alone dating you. - "Imma be hanging out on the porch if you'd be looking for me." - You whispered and patted Aaron's shoulder, picking yourself up as you left the interior of the cabin to be alone for a moment. With chips in one hand and a beer can in the second one, you turned at your friends for one last time as you heard Brock calling out to you.

"I didn't mean to offend you. It's just... I was just asking, you know that, right, Jessie?" - Oh, you're asking what Jessie's about, hm? When you were going to elementary school, you loved the Pokemon series playing on the TV. You wanted to be Jessie desperately - she had such a cool hair in your opinion. Aaron took the role of James since he was just as dumb as he was. And since there weren't any other roles, Kim took the role of Meowth before Aaron started calling her Kim Possible. You could be the Golden trio as well, but... You weren't into Harry Potter as much as you were into Pokemon, honestly. And from time to time, when Aaron felt that you're mad with him, he used the old elementary school nicknames.

"Not at all, James. I just need some fresh air." - You sent a wink his way, leaving the cabin. You sat down on the porch just as you told Aaron you were about to. So the whole school was under the impression that you're in love with Barber. Well, that was just great. You hoped that Stanley never gets to know about this so you wouldn't have to face some very unpleasant consequences of this made-up story. On the other hand, it was an even bigger failure than you hoped it was. Not only you didn't know who was this secret friend of his, but you were now dating Stanley as well.

And since you set your mind on the friend and you were quite drunk at the moment, you pulled your phone out and looked at the last text you've received from the number.

(Unknown number): Yea, there is. And you are? Where did you get this number?

It was your time to respond. This time, you were almost cool about it, which was most likely caused by the alcohol ravaging your veins. For a moment, you just sat there in the warm September air and watch what the forest was doing. This weather, in Aaron's opinion, was the best one of the whole year. The quarterback hated both hot and cold weather - now, he could wear only his football jacket, a t-shirt, and some pants, not being bothered by being cold or hot, because the weather was a-ok. Kim, as could be expected, loved the hottest summer days - those days when she could pack her shit and peep on a bunch of girls and boys on the public pool. Usually, she took you with her to have a look too, but you usually just tanned.

You: Lovely weather today, whaddya say? How have you been today?

Sydney was laying on her bed with a book thrown on the messy desk. She put earphones on, putting on some of the music Stanley had recommended to her and currently, she was trying to fall asleep. Liam was finally asleep too and her mom had another shift at the bistro. If Syd was right, her mom was about to come home around eleven p.m. Three hours to go, then. When her damned phone beeped all of a sudden, she opened her eyes and looked onto the ceiling before closing her eyes again.

Fuck people. Now, she was in her personal space and she was chilling. No-one, except Liam, was allowed to disturb her. And the text was most likely from Stanley anyway - and she wasn't really in the mood to chat with Stan at the moment. Yet, let's face it, humans are naturally curious creatures. I took her twenty minutes before she glanced over the screen of her old, barely working phone. And the fact it wasn't Stanley took her breath away.

It was the strange number again. This particular person had texted her before and they were, for the better part, pretty weird. No introduction, no clue of who they've been or what did they want. Sydney didnt even know where the fuck did they found her number in the first place. Sure, she tried to pass her number to Kim Miller, a girl going to the same high school, but that failed miserably. Whether Stanley lost her number, or didnt give it to her, she didn't know. One thing she did know - she didn't want this to repeat at all. Strangely enough, as long as the person wasn't rude or weird, she was fine with texting them back. In the end, it was just like when kids entered anonymous chatrooms for fun, wasn't it?

You: I like the clouds today. Pink's a cool color. And I've been fine, feels good to have some time to chill finally. Wbu?

After that, she picked the book again and changes the casette to a different mix of songs. This was more girly and calm, to say the least. It was relaxing enough to listen to while reading a book. And yea - a smile creeped on her face when she saw the screen lit up once more.  

#i am not okay with this #i am not okay with this netflix #i am not okay with i am not okay getting cancelled #stanley barber #reader x sydney novak #liam novak #sydney novak #stanley and sydney #sydney novak x fem!reader #reader x sydney #we going queer here #and i love it #sksksksks #enjoy my hoes

[inactiive-shit]

Life As A Sanders

Part Nine: Pronouns And Punches

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Warnings: cheating, a fight

Pairing: familail dlamp, discussion of Virgil’s ex

Summary: Roman has something to say. Something bad happens to Virgil. Logan has a go of it.

Words: 5,209

Ages: 15 & 19

Well, here we are!  Another week and another chapter. (I deadass forgot to post this until midnight. I’m supposed to be doing other things, damnit.)

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Virgil was, for once, doing his homework when Roman wandered into his room. Logan was lounging at the same desk, a book held above his face in what had to be a very uncomfortable position.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Roman lurked in the doorway. He wasn’t coming in the room at all and he was far quieter than he usually was. Something was wrong.

“Virgil is doing his homework. I came in to witness such a rare occurrence happen in person.” Logan didn’t look away from his book. Virgil was tempted to throw his pen at Logan, but the last time he’d gotten a stain on one of Logan’s ties, he’d nearly died. He didn’t want a repeat.

“Look at you, Lolo! You’re really getting this whole sarcasm thing!” Percy stuck her head out from under Virgil’s bed. Logan flushed, but he lowered the book to glare at Percy. She pulled her best pretty girl expression that got her out most of the consequences for most of the things she started. Logan just raised a brow at her.

“Damnit! I have no advantage over you gays! I’m leaving!” She slid out and stood up. Her skirt was all kinds of twisted, as were the neon pink leggings she wore. As she tried to straighten herself out, she accidentally hiked her skirt way up.

“Dude! C’mon! I’m gay, I don’t want to see your ass!” Virgil shouted, covering his eyes. “You’re gay! You don’t want me to see your ass!” Virgil heard Logan choking and knew he had probably gotten a glimpse of the octopus-patterned underwear under the leggings. Percy said she only wore that pair of underwear when she was wearing skirts that way anyone who may have tried to catch a glimpse would be in for a nasty surprise.

She had never explained why she had the underwear to start.

Virgil peaked out from behind his hand, and then shut his eyes more tightly. “Percy, put your skirt down. We don’t wanna see it. Please, stop. Just stop.”

“Nope, sorry Virge. Can’t do that.” An arm wrapped around Virgil’s shoulders and then a wet kiss was pressed into the back of his head.

“Dude!” he shouted again, this time flailing away. He fell out of his chair and something else came down beside him with a crash. Percy was giggling wildly.

“You shouldn’t be so mean to yourself, Virgil,” she chided. “Everybody needs love. Really, the sexualization of touch in America is unhealthy. In other countries, they give each other hugs and hold hands and all sorts of other things. It’s much better there.”

“I agree. That doesn’t mean I want your spit rubbed into my hair.” Virgil risked another glimpse out from between his fingers. Still underwear. “Percy, I want to open my eyes.”

“Then do it, Virge. Nothing stopping you,” Percy sang. Virgil listened to her zip up her school bag.

“There may be nothing stopping Virgil, but you are a minor and I am not,” Roman said. “I would very much like to be able to see again.” Virgil suddenly realized that they must look ridiculous: three teenage boys in a bedroom, eyes covered and a girl in neon pink tights with cheetah underwear showing. A giggle built in his throat and before he could stop it, burst out.

“See? Virgil gets it!” Percy was laughing as she spoke. Then, the darkness around Virgil lit up for a second, and he could hear the sound of a camera going off. “Oh, that one’s going in the scrapbook,” Percy said. Virgil, Logan, and Roman groaned. They had all seen Percy’s version of a scrapbook, and it was terrifying. It was filled with pictures and random knick-knacks with captions about where they’d come from with enough details included to paint an, often far too, vivid picture.

“Alrighty, guess I’ll be on my way. Love ya, Virgil. Bye, Lo. Catch ya later, Roman.” Percy’s hip bumped into Virgil as she left.

“Pull your uh, your skirt down before you leave!” Virgil shouted.

“Nah. I’m gonna walk home like this. It’ll give my Mom a heart attack.”

“Percy!” Her laughs were the only answer Virgil got.

He gave the silence a few seconds before he finally opened his eyes. She really had left, but Logan and Roman did not seem to be taking any chances, as neither of them had looked yet.

“She’s gone,” Virgil said. Logan’s shoulders visibly sagged as he opened his eyes. Roman followed not a moment later.

“Why is she like that?” Logan asked.

“She’s going through her rebellious phase,” Virgil said flatly. He looked at the floor next to him and resisted the urge to scream again. All the pens and pencils he had organized by color were strewn on the ground around him.

He was going to kill Percy one day.

Roman pulled Virgil up, and Virgil smiled a little. Then he sat back down in his rollie chair.

“Are you going to pick those up?” Logan inquired. Virgil shook his head. It wasn’t worth it. It would take forever to reorganize them, and they had more important things to attend.

“Did you want something, Roman?”

“What?” Roman looked like a deer caught in headlights. Virgil glanced at Logan, a request to use his superior wording abilities.

“You came in here. Did you require something? You look nervous.”

Tact had never been Logan’s thing.

“Uh, yeah.” Roman rubbed the back of his neck, not looking at either of them. He cleared his throat, and then looked embarrassed. “I wanted to tell you guys something.” He paused again, and laughed a little. “Man, words can be hard.”

“Preaching to the, uh, the singing thing. L, what is it?”

“Choir,” Logan said. Virgil pointed at Logan.

“That’s the bitch. Preaching to the choir.” Virgil kept his face as open as possible when he faced Roman. This felt important. He hoped it wasn’t bad.

“Suppose I am.” Roman chuckled again, a very distinct laugh of his. He only laughed like that when he was nervous, usually before a performance or audition. “I just, um, god, this stupid. It’s like, not even a big deal,” Roman muttered. He looked at the floor and take a deep breath, and then faced Virgil and Logan. “I’m genderfluid.” The words ripped out of his mouth.

“Okay,” Logan said. “I am afraid I am not well-acquainted with that term.”

“Isn’t it, like, uh, when you identify as more than one gender?” Virgil asked, looking at Roman. He nodded.

“For me, it means that some days I feel like a guy and some days I feel like a girl and some days neither fits. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, really, but I just bring it up because I would appreciate it if, on feminine days or nonbinary days, you could use the appropriate pronouns and call me Ro instead of Roman?” He still looked nervous, like he thought they’d decline. Suddenly, Virgil wanted to fight himself for whatever he’d done to make Roman feel like he couldn’t come to them about important stuff.

About personal stuff.

“Of course, Roman. Or, are you using Ro today?” Logan inquired. Roman smiled.

“Roman, but Ro works whenever, if you want to play it safe.” He glanced at Virgil. Virgil gave him a thumbs up. Sometimes, it was the best he could manage.

“Thank you both. You’re both so amazing and important to me. I love you.” Suddenly teary-eyed and sniffling, Roman pulled Virgil and Logan into a hug that they both reciprocated.

“We love you too, Ro. Always,” Logan murmured. Virgil nodded against Roman’s shoulder.

“Love you, Ro. For, uhm, forever.”

Roman let them go seconds later, knowing neither of his little brothers were really fans of touching unless they were in the mood for it.

“Have you told Dad, Ro? You know he will not be bothered by you,” Logan said.

“Yeah, I told him. He wasn’t bothered a bit. He wants to make cookies as some sort of celebration.” Roman snorted. “I told him it was unnecessary, but you know how Dad is.” He smiled.

“Yes, we do indeed know how Dad is.”

“The best,” Virgil muttered. He ignored the phone vibrating in his pocket.

“I would agree. Objectively,” Logan added. He was smiling too.

“So, I guess we’re having cookies tonight,” Roman said. He glanced at Virgil’s desk. “You should finish your homework, Virge.”

“I dunno. I’m not really in the mood for it,” Virgil said. He looked at the pile of papers he needed to do, and knew he was going to bring his already barely passing grades down by not completing the work. He’d already been given extensions for some of it.

Who liked homework, though?

“Virgil, I have told you multiple times that if you keep neglecting your studies in this manner, you are not going to continue passing your classes.” Logan picked up the paper on the top of the pile. He grimaced at the squiggles covering it. “If you need help with chemistry, I can help you, V. I know it is a challenging class.”

Virgil shrugged. “Maybe later, L.” That meant no, and all three of them knew it.

“Virgil, I-”

“I’m just tired.” He cast a longing glance at his bed. Then he shook it off. “I’m going to do something that requires less brain power. Like,” he shuffled through his papers, “reading? I have to read? Oh my god. I hate Frankenstein. Maybe I’ll just ignore my responsibilities.”

Roman wanted to ask when the last time Virgil slept was. With his insomnia, there was no telling how much sleep Virgil was getting at any point. Instead, Roman suggested, “I can read it to you, if you want.” Virgil looked a little relieved.

“Are you serious?” Virgil asked. Roman nodded.

“Of course, Virge. You know I love doing voices,” he said, and wiggled his eyebrows just for the tired laugh it startled out of Virgil. But his phone vibrated again, and Virgil silenced it. He looked incredibly more tired, and Roman shot a look at Logan. What’s up with him? Logan shrugged minutely.

“Alright, well, I am going to go see if Dad is making cookies, and perhaps assist him in his endeavour. Have fun with Frankenstein.” Logan waved as he left, and Roman looked at the paper mess covering Virgil’s desk.

“Uh, Virge, where’s the book?” He hesitantly nudged the pile, hoping to glimpse the reading material.

“Don’t know. Give me a second.”

“Your wish is my command, young Prince,” Roman murmured and sat in Virgil’s rollie chair to wait. Virgil shifted a few papers around on the desk, and a few fluttered to the ground, joining the mess of his precious pens. Roman began collecting all the papers that fell, and by the time Virgil finally came up with the book, there were almost no papers left on the desk, and Roman had separated the rest of them by subject.

“You know that’s just going to be a giant mess again by the time I get to school tomorrow.”

“No,” Roman said. “They will not be a giant mess. They will be completed with the help of your lovely family. Now, how far into Frankenstein are you supposed to be?”

“Chapter fifteen, I think?” Virgil suggested, leaning against his desk.

“Get in the bed, Virgil. You know a story cannot be told well if the audience is not comfortable.” He ushered Virgil across the room, and Virgil flopped into his bed. “Good. Now, how much have you read already?”

“Uh. . .” Virgil muttered. He rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “None?”

“O. . .okay. So we are taking this journey together! From the top!” Roman announced, and then began to read. Virgil shut his eyes and did his best to focus on the words. Or fall asleep. Whichever came more quickly.

They were called down a few hours later for dinner. They had managed to complete all of Virgil’s english assignments and part of his history project. Which was honestly more than Roman had been expecting.

He wondered if the bags under his little brother’s eyes were make-up, or if he hadn’t slept in days.

He didn’t want another hospital visit because of Virgil’s insomnia.

“Hey, guys!” Dad called. “Being productive up there?”

“Nah,” Virgil said. “I vetoed productivity in favor of yeeting Frankenstein out the window.”

“I am not entirely sure of the meaning of that term, Virgil, but if you hurt the book, I will hurt you,” Logan said, eyes wide.

“Hah.” Virgil muttered under his breath, “No need to worry about that.”

“What was that?” Patton asked, looking up sharply from the peanut butter celery sticks and cookies.

“Nothing.” Virgil held his hands up placatingly. “I’m not actually going to yeet the book. Roman was reading it, anyway.”

“Okay. Help yourselves to dinner. If there’s anything else you want, all you have to do is tell me.”

“I’m sure this will be. . .sufficient,” Logan said, looking like he’d rather be eating anything else. Dad laughed, and patted his back.

“I put some healthier food in the oven to keep it warm, Lolo, don’t worry.” Logan let out a sigh of relief. Dad seemed to only eat sweets, and Logan truly wasn’t sure how he’d survived this long.

“So, Ro, how was your day?” Dad asked. Roman, halfway through stuffing a cookie in his mouth and lips already stained blue from icing, paused.

“Uhm, ‘ood?” He chewed the cookie and swallowed hurriedly. “I was thinking about applying to a few colleges. I’m not sure yet, but my teachers are saying I should, and the drama teacher said I’m one of the best performers she’s ever had.” Roman shrugged modestly, and Virgil punched him in the arm.

“Don’t act like you don’t know you’re better at acting than every other kid up there,” Virgil said gruffly, and Logan nodded.

“Yes. Objectively speaking, you,” he paused and pulled out a note card, “‘rock’.” Logan cast a quick glance at Virgil, who nodded.

“Thanks, Lo. Your belief in me is truly inspiring,” Roman said, motioning dramatically. It didn’t sound sarcastic, so Logan just smiled in response.

“Yeah, buddy, you’re great on the stage. If you want to go to college, we fully support you. And you know I’m rooting for ya.” Dad smiled at Ro, and he blushed because despite how long he’d been living with his family, he’s still not used to the praise they so freely handed out.

“Thanks, guys. I’m not sure yet, but. . .maybe.” Roman smiled, and it’s about this time that Virgil tuned out. He listened just enough to know when to nod in agreement, but let his mind take him elsewhere. He just wanted this day to be over.

“Virgil, how much homework do you have left?” Dad asked suddenly, bouncing Virgil out of his bubble of muted voices.

“Uh. . .” Virgil looked to Ro, who answered with a smile.

“Some chemistry, not too much math, and a bit of a history project. But the history project isn’t due to tomorrow, so it’s not really a priority.” Roman was in therapy for a while, and because of that, he was much better at knowing what was a priority and what could wait. Virgil thought that perhaps he needed to go to therapy too.

“That doesn’t seem like so much,” Dad said optimistically. Too optimistically, in Virgil’s far more realistic opinion. “And Lolo is great at chemistry. You’re gonna be fine, Virge.” He smiled, and Virgil didn’t mention he had two other projects that never got turned in, as well as a project for another class that he couldn’t even think about without having a panic attack.

Yeah, it’d been a great day.

Still, Virgil nodded. He knew dwelling wasn’t going to fix anything, and he’d do his best to focus and get his work done despite his. . .current dilemma.

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A few days later, Ro, who was dressed in a skirt, gallantly offered to drive her brothers to school.

“Yes, Ro, we would appreciate riding to school with you,” Logan replied deadpan. This was something Ro offered every day despite knowing that unless they felt like braving Percy’s driving and being late, she was the only option.

Well, they could walk, and they did sometimes, but they usually had much less time than that. Over the years, getting up early had started to become a feat for them, and now Dad was the only person in the house who ever got up when he was supposed to.

Well, except for Virgil, but that was only because he was usually already awake from not sleeping. If he was asleep when his alarm went off, there was no waking him.

“Alrighty, calculator watch, no need for the attitude,” Ro said, ruffling his hair. Logan screeched and jerked away, just like he always did. Virgil snorted when Logan upset his cup and sent milking spreading across the table. Logan grumbled while he gathered paper towels, and then they were all rushing out the door to get to Ro’s car. They were about to be late. Again.

“Ro, at school, would you like us to still use male pronouns for you, or female?” Logan asked, leaning up from the back seat. Ro hummed, and flicked on the turn signal.

“Male for now, I suppose. I’ll see about talking to a few of my friends about it and see how they react. Maybe, if all goes well. . .” She smiled at Logan through the mirror.

“Okay,” Logan said, pushing his glasses up a little. Virgil had his headphones on in the front, and his eyes were shut. He could be sleeping, though Logan doubted that. He reached over and flicked Virgil’s neck. He flinched and pulled his headphones off.

“What?”

“Ro said we are to use male pronouns at school for the time being.” Virgil nodded, mumbling something.

“What was that?”

“What about name?” Virgil repeated, voice a little slurred.

“Ro will work,” Ro said. “A lot of people call me that anyway, so they won’t think anything of it.” She cast a glance at Virgil. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.” She tried to put her hand on Virgil’s forehead, and he batted it away.

“I’m fine. ‘M not sick.”

“Are you sure, V?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded, glancing at his siblings’ faces.

“I’m just tired, guys. It happens.” Virgil shut his eyes again, and Logan exchanged a look with Ro in the mirror. Something was wrong. Virgil did not often admit when he was feeling tired.

“Virge. . .” Ro murmured. Virgil grunted and pulled his headphones back on. Logan looked worriedly at Virgil, and then to Ro.

“Has he said anything to you about why he’s. . .acting like this?” Ro whispered. Logan shook his head.

“No, but. . .if it,whatever it is, becomes too serious, he will tell us. He always has.”

“I just hope he doesn't wait too long and something bad happens,” she murmured. Logan’s hands fisted into the hem of his shirt, but he forced himself to nod and lean back into his seat. Whatever was causing Virgil this much irritation would not be good, but Virgil was good at asking for help when he needed it. He’d come to them before things got bad and he would again, Logan didn’t doubt that. Virgil was smart and capable and open, insofar as teenage self-proclaimed ‘emos’ could be open. It would only do more harm to pry. Virgil didn’t like it when he felt like people were digging into his business for no reason.

They’d just have to wait.

 Logan got the text during third bell and asked to go to leave the room immediately after. Being a good student who never did anything against the rules (that anybody found out about), the teacher hadn’t even asked why he needed to leave, just waved him away. Logan hadn’t bothered with grabbing the pass, destination in mind before he set foot outside the room.

He was at the bathroom Virgil had specified in under a minute, panting, wishing there was a door he could shut so nobody else would walk in.

“Virgil? Are you in here?” he asked quietly. There was a sniffle and a creak, and then one of the stall doors swung open. Virgil slipped out, and he only took one look at Logan before he was crying. Logan rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Virgil, chest tightening. What had happened?

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Virgil shook his arms, unable to make any words come out. Logan did his best to hum and mumble something comforting as he tried to figure out what on earth could have caused this but nothing was coming to mind and he couldn’t stand not knowing why his twin was hurting so badly.

“V, please,” he said. “What happened?” Virgil took a few deep, gasping breaths to stop the sobs, then pulled back and began rubbing his sleeves into his eyes harshly to erase the tears. Logan waited patiently for him to finally drop his arms down. Virgil sniffed and hiccuped, leaning back against the sink. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. His voice was barely more than a ragged whisper when he spoke.

“Evan cheated on me.”

“He what?” said Logan. His mind went reeling, rifling rapidly through the past few weeks to figure out when and where and how and why hadn’t they noticed something like this happening.

“Yeah,” Virgil said. He took another gasping breath. “He said-he said it was because I’m a tease and-” Virgil shoved his knuckles against his mouth to stop the sob before it could echo into the bathroom. “And if I wanted to keep acting like I was, I should get used to it because no one would ever put up with it.” His voice cracked and broke and shattered over the last word, and Logan shoved the boiling hot, burning rage back down his throat and grabbed Virgil again, hugging him with everything he was worth. He was going to kill that dickbag. He was going to make him wish he had never even fucking laid eyes on Virgil. Fuck every friendly word they’d shared and every pretense of loving Virgil he’d ever exhibited; if he wanted to live through the week, that piece of shit better have the sense to get the fuck out of Dodge.

“None of that’s true, V,” Logan said. “Not a word of what that moron said is true, okay? You did not and do not owe him anything, and there will always be people who love you. He’s an asshole, and assholes should not be listened to. They do not know anything worth hearing.”

“I broke up with him,” Virgil mumbled into Logan’s shoulder. “I broke up with him, but I-I loved him, L. I loved him and he-” Virgil stopped talking, and Logan held him up as he trembled.

“I know,” Logan murmured. “I know.” And, well, he didn’t know. But sometimes I know meant I’m here, and sometimes it meant I don’t know but I will stay, and sometimes it meant you’re hurt but never alone. Logan murmured I know and knew that Virgil understood him just as well as if he’d said anything else.

They were twins; they had a language.

“Do you want to go home?” Logan asked gently. “I can text Ro or call Dad. They won’t make you stay today.”

“Can you-” Virgil hesitated. “Can you do both? I want everybody. Please.”

“Of course, V. We can head down to the office after I call, okay?” Virgil nodded sedately, so Logan pulled out his phone and called Dad. The conversation was quick, only a few minutes long in which Logan did not delve into any details, only said that Virgil needed to go home and to come quick because it was important. The text he sent to Ro was even less specific. It said that Virgil had to leave and please come to the office now.

Logan did not care for tact; his family was hurting and he would minimize that hurt however possible.

The bell rang just as Logan hit send on his text. “Do you want to head down now or wait for the hallways to clear first?”

“Let’s just go,” Virgil said. “I’d rather wait in the office than the bathroom. It’s fucking nasty in here.” He forced a smile at Logan, and Logan could see the tears in his eyes that he wouldn’t shed until he was somewhere safe, and he nodded.

“Alright. Let’s go.” They headed out of the bathroom side by side, and Logan kept one eye on Virgil as they navigated the flooding halls. He was still shaking, hunching into his jacket and keeping his head down. Logan wanted to do something to help, offer more tactile comfort and words that would ease the betrayal or an emotion that would make the love hurt less, but he couldn’t and he knew he couldn’t.

Until something unfortunate happened.

“Virgil? Baby, what are you doing?” said Evan. Virgil flinched and curled into himself more. Logan turned just enough that Evan would see every bit of derision on his face.

“He broke up with your adultering ass, go fuck yourself,” he spat, and pulled Virgil along even quicker. He could see Ro in the office, waiting for them. Evan followed them a few feet down the hall, defending himself but not, Logan noticed, denying it. He grit his teeth and tried to drown it out for Virgil’s sake. He did not want to cause a scene here and make it any worse on Virgil than it had to be.

Until Evan said prude little tease, and that was the last mistake he’d make in regards to the Sanders. There were not words to describe the rage clawing up Logan’s throat, but there sure as fuck were actions.

Logan spun like a centrifuge and blasted Evan in the face with every ounce of anger and hatred and betrayal that he and Virgil felt. Evan hit the ground with a groan, dazed, but Logan wasn’t done yet. He jumped after him and what came next was a blur of fists and blood and anger, and Logan wasn’t aware of much else until he was pulled off of Evan, new pain in his face and barring his teeth like an animal. Evan cowered away from him on the ground, and Logan felt a sick sense of satisfaction. Fuck with my brother? he thought, I think the fuck not.

Logan ended up in a chair in the office, explaining what happened with Evan to Ro and waiting on the principal to see him and wishing Dad were there already. Ro started fretting over him and Virgil both, and then dramatically lamenting the fact that she had not been there herself to give Logan a hand. (This, Logan knew was partly for genuine desire to have gotten some revenge for Virgil, but mostly for the tired, tiny smile it got out of Virgil. Any positive emotion was a good thing.) Virgil wasn’t talking, but he wasn’t crying either so Logan just held his hand and waited. Virgil hadn’t spoken since the fight, and Logan had no plans on forcing him after the day had gone from bad to worse in awful ways.

Minutes into their wait, Dad rushed through the office doors. His eyes lit first on Virgil, and then on Logan. Logan is where they stayed, widening in surprise and confusion. This was, admittedly, probably not the sight he’d been expecting when Logan had called.

“Are you okay?” Dad asked. He crouched in front of Logan and gently prodded at Logan’s face. Logan could tell there would be bruises.

“I am fine,” Logan assured him, voice even and steady. “Evan cheated on Virgil, and then felt the need to insult him and insinuate it was Virgil’s fault on top of it. I may have, uh-”

“Beat his ass in the most spectacularly deserved way I have ever seen,” Ro said.

“Evan did what?” Dad asked. Virgil whimpered quietly. Dad’s eyes went soft. “Oh, Virge, I’m so sorry, kiddo.” Virgil lunged into Dad’s arms, tears streaming down his face again. Dad caught him and held him. Logan relaxed into the shitty plastic chair and leaned on Ro.

“Doing okay, specs?” she asked quietly. Logan nodded. “Good. I’m glad someone gave Evan his just desserts.” He snorted.

“It has been an incredibly long day,” Logan said. “I think we should all take a nap and deal with the fall out at a to-be-determined date.”

“Logan Sanders?” said the principal. “Come in.” Logan sighed, and Dad followed him into the office for the last discussion Logan felt like having. In the end, Logan had a week’s suspension. Evan was not suspended, but he also wouldn’t look any of them in the face and Logan took great enjoyment in staring him down, much to the principal’s displeasure. He warned Logan a second offense would be a lot worse than a week of in-school suspension. Logan nodded amicably and they were released.

At home, Virgil went to his room to sleep the second they walked in the door. He insisted he just wanted to be alone for a while, so Logan followed Dad and Ro into the kitchen. Likely, Dad was going to have a lot to say about the fight. He didn’t approve of violence in almost any capacity, and Logan was not sure whether or not Virgil’s problem would qualify as an exception.

He decided to justify himself before Dad made his judgements. “I understand that what I did was violent and not the only course of action-not even necessarily the correct course of action, and I am aware that other things could have been done to avoid this outcome. However, I just want-”

“I’m proud of you,” Dad said, and Logan froze. Ro also froze, yogurt halfway to her mouth. “It’s very hard to stand up for the people we love, and you protected Virgil from someone who was trying to hurt him. You did a good job, Logan, and you’re an amazing brother. I’m very, very proud of you.” Logan didn’t tear up from relief and love, and Dad pulled him into a hug. When he was done not-crying, Logan withdrew.

“Now, there were other ways to handle the situation, but you did good with what you had. But that’s a conversation for another time. Sit at that table right now, mister, and let’s get you some ice,” Dad said. He shooed Logan to his seat. “I am going to make some tea for all of us, and we’ll take a mug up to Virgil if he’s awake, and we can talk about everything that happened tomorrow, okay?”

Logan figured that was probably for the best. If he repeated what Virgil had told him, he might go over to Evan’s house and see about finishing what he’d started. Instead, though, he lured his brother to the living room and they all drank warm tea and watched Frozen. And they were exhausted, but Virgil managed another smile, and that was good enough for one day.

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[kalesandfails]

i like my body/ and it is not your body

My weekend was great, thanks! I ran ten miles each morning, and running is the closest I get to approximating what it feels like to have properly firing neurons. I listened to two loves of my life, Jon Lovett and Stacy Abrams (about whom I will write more another time, but don’t wait for that;  go give her project to resist voter suppression your money here). I read books to the literal piles of humans I have made, dizzy with the sheer acreage of their cheeks. I had a conversation with my autistic preschooler about Ariel — the first proper conversation my daughter has ever initiated with me.

So, I’m doing okay right now, thanks for not asking while I proceed to say some stuff.

I’m saying this not because my voice is the one that needs to be uplifted in a conversation about  either fat-shaming or ectopic pregnancies, but because I went to bed thinking about the distressing common thread between the current weird preoccupation of other seemingly uninvolved parties with the two phenomena. And because, while I think James Cordon, God among men, gets this, and I know that other survivors of miscarriages, ectopic pregnancies, and the million other situations in which abortion has been a Godsend — as in, the best option or only tenable option for a specific human being at a specific point in time —I’m just thinking that maybe the people who need to hear it, literally cannot hear it enough, or from enough people, until they have plunked their toned, tailored-suit-wearing man asses into some comfortable seats, ones from which it is somewhat labor-intensive to emerge, and sat a round or two out.

The first is this: you, fat-shamer, and you, pro-lifer who, surprisingly, is willing to “let God decide” if a college student with a fertilized egg threatening to rupture her fallopian tube and kill her should live or not — since the role your God presumably had in supplying the skill and technology to save her life wasn’t a clear enough sign of His will, and despite the fact that God apparently can’t be trusted to supply Her children with appropriate sexual and gender identities — you get a single body and that is your body. And that body, and control of that body, are just going to need to be enough.

Look: there’s no reason to believe that someone who is insulting people over their weight has any strategic goal related to either health or weight loss. To claim otherwise, to walk back your antagonistic bullshit with a sanctimonious “but I’m concerned for [their] health!” : this a is mindbogglingly bad-faith argument. Because the human being you are shaming, or, honestly, any person acquainted with how people feel when you’re shitty to them, will point out that humiliating people and promoting discrimination against them doesn’t effectively motivate them to change their behavior, let alone the physical body they inhabit, and you will say — what, that it should?

At that point, it will become clear that what you, the fat-shamer, want, is for these people to change their bodies in response to your comments about whether or not they can see their penises or get laid or give you an erection; that, basically, what you are doing is doubling down on a system in which if you are a woman, you should feel embarrassed and subhuman if your body is an inadequately hot commodity for the consumption of this unnamed but all-important (male) consumer. (You, right? It’s you to whom we’re trying to make our bodies presentable?)

And if you, the fat-shamed, are a man, your worth is still determined by men, this time the ones who supposedly know how successful you are at getting women to have sex with you based on their opinions of your body, and who have decided that this is the metric by which your worth is established. (Side note: straight guys who know so much about what women want, I’m guessing you don’t want to rethink your premise that your estimation of other guys’ bodies is the one that matters when determining what women find attractive, but it would behoove you to do so. If there were one thing women don’t like (there’s not!), it would be straight guys mansplaining our sexuality to us).

Basically, what fat shaming is about in your sixties (because that is how old Bill Mayer is, friends!) is what fat shaming is about in sixth grade. It’s just one more way that a certain group of people, a group  with relatively more power than others and a deep fear of losing it, maintain that power by saying: I am going to tell you what matters, and I am going to tell you whether or not you have that thing that matters, and I am going to make it so painful for you to not have it that you will remake your body to get me off your back, because it is weirdly important to me to exert this control over you.

My furtive eighth grade crush got fat shamed in middle school, and he was pretty fat. But, you know, so did I, and I’ve never had a medical doctor express concern for my weight. Discouragingly, it barely registered with them when I was losing my hair and hadn’t had a period in a year. But other helpful randos, from grandmas to girls in my gymnastics class, started calling me fat at age four, and the only way I was able to stop them was to self-regulate so effectively that by the time I went to college, I was throwing up when I “lost control” and chewed too many pieces of Juicy Fruit.

That’s the goal of fat-shaming, fat-shamers: someone who has accepted your right to tell them who they are and what their worth so unreservedly that she can graduate Phi Beta Kappa on the one hand, but still believe that she is “too fat to sit down” on her graduation night. And — as one person with a running leitmotif I like to call “pathological need for control” running through my adolescence and early adulthood to another —- can I suggest you slow your roll and take a look in your own goddamn mirror?

I can’t speak to why a person might experience exerting control over the bodies of other people as catharsis, why what they need to self regulate is to make someone else feel worthless. I can only imagine that this bullshit behavior comes from the same sense of existential dread that makes two missed days at the gym feel like that a night in one of those sky cells on Game of Thrones to me. But I can be compassionate towards you and also take a hard pass when it comes to “tolerating” your “opinions” about the value of people around you, or your right to patrol the size of their bodies or to determine that they need to be harassed into having a body you like better. Your feeling about thigh gaps or whatever is your deal, but the fact that you think other people should be treated badly or should endanger their health in an effort to make their bodies acceptable to you is also, 100%, your deal, and not the problem or the responsibility of the people in those bodies. Take your body and do whatever you want with it, but shut the mouth part of it first.  

Similarly: I’m not going to explain to anyone why a fertilized egg in one’s fallopian tube is 1. not a viable pregnancy and 2. not something to “watchfully wait" over. “Watchful waiting” is appropriate when the risks of intervention are significant, or the benefits unclear, or both. In the very few cases in which this might be what a doctor would advise, that decision is made though a cost-benefit analysis with the mother, because the mother is the patient being treated. There is no “child’s life” to consider because, as with any pregnancy, but maybe especially an entirely nonviable one, there is no child yet.

If you are anything but shocked by the idea that someone should be expected to “wait and see” if their medically treatable and potentially fatal medical condition will kill them or not because of how another person, living in another body, feels about the situation, then you don’t give a shit about life. Not the life of that woman, which you are endangering. Not the lives of any existing children she has or partner she has or parents or students or siblings or friends. What you are saying, again, is that you decide what this woman’s life is worth — and your expectation is that she accept that when it comes down to it, your random feelings about her body both define the value of that body and should be factored into the clinical decision making of her medical provider.

As with our fat-shamers above, I’m just wondering where it came from, this idea that you’re entitled to control the bodies of other human beings, and the weirdly aggressive efforts to do so.

Are you ok, Representative? It seems to me you are not.

It doesn’t even matter that an ectopic pregnancy is not viable. Because pro-life arguments are about “preserving life” the way fat-shaming is about “promoting health”: that is to say, they’re not about that at all. It’s about being unwilling to either take responsibility for working out whatever damage you have, or to acknowledge that the way you are choosing to work that damage out is by violently exerting control over the bodies and lives of others.

Forcing a woman to carry a pregnancy she doesn’t want is violent whether that pregnancy is only somewhat likely, as it is in the case of a viable pregnancy carried in a country with the highest material mortality rate in the developed world, or pretty effing likely, as in the case where the pregnancy is lodged in a tube that will not accomodate it. When you legally compel another human being to risk her life carrying a pregnancy in her body because of how you feel, that is violent.

I want to have compassion for you, person who sees no better option than hurting other people to deal with whatever it is life has handed you. I’m something of a poster child for irrational or detractive ways of dealing with the parts of the world I don’t like: see above, where a teenage permutation of me was vomiting gum bile. But I also feel like we don’t serve anyone by looking the other way while they evade the responsibly we all have to handle our own shit.

Certainly you get that, right? If a person’s body size, the pregnancy they carry, their health status, are all issues of personal responsibility, surely you, too, can own up to the fact that you have this thing where, instead of overdoing it at the buffet  — or, I don’t know, getting pregnant in the wrong part of your body?  — you insist that other people’s bodies should be altered to your specifications, and that you should decide if those bodies are fed, or wear shorts, or receive medical care. You can acknowledge that this is a weirder and less palatable approach to managing your dark feelings than is eating too many carbs or whatever it is you think we’re all doing with our insufficiently controlled, overweight, inconveniently fertile bodies. You can set aside that weight-loss tea you’re sipping and consider that maybe, the one who’s “ready for a change” is you.

#james corden #fatshaming ectopic pregancies bodies

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Turn right, no the other right...oooh you turned left on purpose didn’t you ?!” - Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

All hail fucking long titles ! Hum. Anyway. I thought I’d write some dad!Tony because I kinda like thinking about the damn Iron Man as a dad, and thinking how he’d be ya know ? (I already wrote two fics about it after all : “You’re a terrible father”  and “Really, Peter, my daughter ?” ). So...Yeah, hope you’ll like it, and as usual, don’t hesitate to leave feedbacks and such :-) :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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You know those stories about how, when you’re about to die, you see your all life pass in front of your eyes ? It’s not quite true. At least not in your case. 

Nope. Instead of your entire life, you just remembers moments. Small defining moments of pure...stubbornness. 

As long as you can remember, you’ve always been ridiculously stubborn. 

Your earliest memory is you, in a prestigious pre-school, being about three, and refusing to draw what the teacher was asking you to draw just because he didn’t say “please”. 

Once he finally said an exasperated “please”, you answered : “That didn’t sound real” and crossed your arms, looking at him intensely, making him completely uncomfortable. 

Just because someone didn’t say “please” while asking you to do something, and then said it but it didn’t sound real...you decided that you wouldn’t do anything he would ask you to do. 

It lasted three days, before they dared to call your father in. Your dad took a few hours off of his busy schedule to come, worrying that something bad might have happened, only to find your tiny self sat in a huge chair in the principal’s office, arms crossed, pouting, and for said principal to say : 

-She hum...Your daughter...Well...She refuses to do anything because she says her teacher is a “tyrant”. God only knows where she learned that word...

Your dad sunk down in his chair, and, face palming himself, rolled his eyes to the ceiling...Oh my oh my oh my. Of course you would...

Yup. Your earliest memory was about how stubborn you were. 

Hell, apparently, even before this memory of yours you were already rather stubborn. 

Your father told you stories about how, when you were a baby, you would cry (a sweet and rather small little cry) because you were hungry, but then, you’d refuse to eat if it didn’t arrive fast enough, as if to say : “Yeah I’m hungry right now but oops now it’s too late, I won’t take it...”, only to cry again once they would take the food away. 

When you were one, you escaped your crib by climbing out of it, and arrived in your dad’s workshop, looking rather annoyed he trapped you there. 

Any sort of park for kids or protection barrier received the same treatment...Hell, once, your dad decided to block the entrance to his workshop (those stairs terrified him, he was so scared you’d fall int hem) with two baby gates ! Leaving only a small interstice at the top and...he found you behind him a couple of hours later. He couldn’t believe his eyes, when he watched the security footage, and saw you climb BOTH GATES and squeeze through the hold on top of it. 

If you wanted to get down in your dad’s workshop, then you would, and no one seemed to be able to stop you...Already so damn stubborn. How the Hell could you escape every single baby sitters’ (even Pepper) attention anyway ? Seriously, it took only two seconds of looking away for you to disappear. 

Apparently as well, when you were two, your favorite dessert was chocolate fudge...however, one day, your dad bought one for you, and said something like : “I know you’re dying to eat it, come on little one, let’s get in front of an animated show and eat your favorite dessert !” and just because he assumed you wanted chocolate fudge, you refused to eat it...How dare he ? 

At least, that’s what your dad said, because now, you hated chocolate fudge sooooooo...Wait, was it because one day, he just assumed you wanted some and it annoyed you ? No, you weren’t that stubborn, were you ? 

Oh but you were.

It got you in enough troubles before. Like today.

Everyone told you not to go. Everyone told you to come back. And yet you went and...got shot out of the sky by a missile thrown by a hidden enemy. 

Your suit (of course you’d have a suit, you created it yourself...like father, like daughter ?) took a lot of damage but...The crash is what broke you. 

Quite literally. 

And right now, only your stubbornness was keeping you alive...Though you felt that this time, it wouldn’t be enough. As you reminisced your worst moments of stubbornness, you can slowly feel the life slipping out of you...

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Sixteen.

You were sixteen, when you almost drove your father completely crazy because of your stubbornness. 

Sixteen. 

Anthony Howard Stark couldn’t believe that his little tiny sweet baby girl was already sixteen.

Wow. Where has the year passed ? 

He just didn’t expect time to go by that fast...And realized he had forgotten something rather important in someone’s life. 

He didn’t teach you how to drive. 

Now that it was legal for you to do so, he kinda had to...Even though you seem to not be bothered much by not knowing how to drive. 

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you always took one of his suit to go places you wanted to (except school, you hated being the center of attention there, because it always brought vultures to you, it always brought people that didn’t care about you but your money and fame...so no suit to go there, just to run some random errands, or to let off some steam) ? Or maybe it was because you didn’t mind at all taking the bus to school, as you didn’t really had the regular fancy taste other rich kids have ? 

In any case, you never seemed bothered that you were already sixteen, and never even got one driving lesson. 

But your father wanted to give you the most normal childhood he could. He always tried. You came into his life as he was making the transition from harms dealing to “The Iron Man” and always been afraid that you wouldn’t grow up normally...

He tried really hard to give you a normal childhood, though it wasn’t always easy (the fame and money alone changed everything anyway). As long as you didn’t have the same childhood than he had, with a father that barely paid attention to you...And so your early years weren’t exactly “normal” (after all, one of your best friend was a 70 years old man who used to be a “popcicle” sooooo...), but at least, they were happy. 

Well, if we forgot the fact that your dad could sometimes be very overprotective and intrusive...Which might be why you were so stubborn. 

In any case, that morning, as Tony Stark was staring at himself in the mirror, suddenly realizing his little girl wasn’t so little anymore, he took a decision. 

You had to learn how to drive. It was just a normal step that everyone went through. You had to learn how to drive...besides, it would give you even more independence, and he knew you loved that (he didn’t really like you hanging out in your or his iron man suits, because it was basically a living target, especially in recent years, so...a car would be good). 

That morning, and without asking you first, he signed you up for some driving lessons. And oh he should have had asked you...

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-...This is the seventh teacher (Y/N). 

Your father says, a bit annoyed, arms crossed, standing in front of you. 

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, and your arms were also crossed...Which meant only one thing. You were in your “stubborn ass” mode, and since your father’s arms were in the same position, he was too. 

This would lead nowhere, both of you knew it, and yet...

You raise your eyebrows and turn to look at him, and, with a blank face that infuriates him you say : 

-I have no idea what you’re talking about...Father.

Oh he hated when you called him “father”, and of course, you knew it, which is why you called him that. 

-You know damn well what I’m talking about young lady. 

-Nope. Refresh my memory ? 

-Seventh teacher...?

-I mean, I have a lot of seventh teachers...that’s pretty vague. I’m in grade 11 you know. 

-Seventh driving teacher. 

-Oh. That. Meh. 

“Meh” ? What do you mean “meh” ?! Your dad uncross his arms (one point for you) and put his fingers on the bridge of his nose, in a gesture you know oh too well. He always did that when you were being annoying on purpose. He won’t fall into your trap though, nope, he knows exactly what you’re doing. 

You’re just trying to annoy him so much that he would drop the subject, but it won’t work...or will it ? He says :

-I know what you’re doing. 

-Do you know ? 

You ask, an innocent smile on your face, and oh yes he knows. 

-So, let’s skip all the part where you’re being insufferably annoying...

You cut him off : 

-That hereditary. From the father’s side apparently.

Your father grits his teeth and continues : 

-Let’s skip the part where you’re being insufferably annoying and wants to make me mad just so that we don’t actually talk about the issue, and go directly to the point...What’s happening ? Don’t you wanna learn how to drive ? 

-Oh so now you’re asking me. 

-Uh ? 

-You didn’t ask me when you signed me up for it. 

Your father’s palm is on his face again, and he sighs deeply once more. 

-Oh so that’s what it’s about uh ? 

Of course it was. You hated when anyone took decisions for you...After yet another sighs your dad says : 

-Alright, sorry. I should have asked you. Happy ? 

-I’m not Happy, I’m (Y/N). 

-...Come on. 

-Yes sorry, that one was rather weak. And...Meh. 

-Meh ? 

-Yes. Meh. It’s not just that you didn’t ask me you know, it’s also that those teachers...they tell me what to do. 

-...Yes, that’s kind of what teachers are for. They show you how to do things...And tell you to do it. 

-Not in the right way. 

-Not in the right...Now what are you on about (Y/N) ?

-They don’t tell me...nicely. They’re rude, they think because I’m your daughter I should know directly everything and it’s not...Well I don’t. So they loose patience, and it annoys me. 

It wasn’t the first time it happened. People just assuming you were a genius too and therefor you would understand everything fast. You were indeed an engineering genius, just like your father (probably because you were born in it really), but just like him when he was your age, you weren’t good in everything. Evidently, driving was one of those things.

He looks at you, a softness in his eyes. Oh he understands. It wasn’t easy being Howard Stark’s son, always having to be up to some standards and understand everything, be good at everything...He could only assume it wasn’t easy being his daughter. In a warm voice he says : 

-...Which is why you drive them crazy ? (Y/N), they

-Yes. 

-Seven though...

-It took you seven of them to finally pay attention to it...

You say a bit sadly, though you’re trying to hide it, and your father winces. Lately, he has been very occupied with many things from his company and the Avengers, and it’s true he didn’t pay much attention to you. Hell, he barely saw you those past few months...it’s only when Pepper told him about the fact that she had to find yet another driving teacher for you, as he was coming home late, that he realized there was an issue with you...

When you were a kid he tried to see you everyday at least for an hour, sometimes bringing you along with him where he was going so that it was possible...but as you grew older, he just assumed you needed him less and...Well, seeing how you tried to grab his attention by making all your driving instructors quit, maybe you still needed him. 

He sighs and comes to sit next to you. Automatically, you cuddle against his side, as you always did ever since you were a tiny one, and he wraps an arm around you. 

-So...How are we gonna fix this ? 

This was one thing you loved about your father. He would never leave an issue open, and try to find solutions. Maybe that’s why, even though you were extremely stubborn, he always managed somehow to make you listen to him ? Because he knew how to talk to you. 

-I don’t know. Find yet another instructor with whom I’ll try to be nicer ? 

He chuckles and shakes his head : 

-I have a better solution. 

You pull away from him and look at him curiously as he continues : 

-What about I teach you how to drive ? And also, you try to be nicer ? And less like...me ? 

-You ? 

You ask, a bit suspicious. 

-Yes, me. 

-You’ll never have the patience. I really suck at parallel parking. 

-Is that a challenge, daughter of mine ?

-...Oh it’s on. 

You smile at each other and, ruffling your hair lovingly, your father hugs you before standing up and...what about you two have a “let’s build new suits” session right now ? After all, he has free time. Just for you. 

************

Your dad instantly regrets his decision, suddenly understanding your instructors. You know it, of course you do. After all, he challenged you, he bet that he would have the patience and all. 

Within the first hour your out for a drive, with the intention of him teaching you how to, you’re already driving him crazy. 

It’s like your doing it on purpose (oh really ?). 

He decided to start with the basics, and everything was going fine. You were driving around a suburban area, and doing good, until...

-Alright, turn right here. No right. The other right. Ooooooh you turned left on purpose didn’t you ?! That’s the third time already !

-No I didn’t ! You’re just stressing me out telling me to turn last second like that. 

-It’s not last seconds, it’s way before the turn ! You need to anticipate if you want to be a good driver !

-Who said I want to be a good driver anyway ?! 

And that’s when it started. Barely ten minutes in the lesson. The worst was that you really didn’t do it on purpose, it’s like your mind automatically did the opposite of what your father was asking you. Going right when he said left, and left when he said right. 

But now ? Oh now you’re going to do it on purpose. It’s ridiculous, really, how fast you can get annoyed and your stubbornness can start to convince you to be like that !

Your father knows, as soon as he started to loose his calm, that it wouldn’t work...and oh it definitely doesn’t. 

At some point, he tells you about how you should give priority to the people coming from the right because you missed one of those priority (there weren’t any danger, no car was coming, you just didn’t look), and oh you take it the wrong way. From that point and on, whenever there was a priority to the right, you would stop, even if you didn’t have to, and exaggerate looking to your right to make sure no car would come, infuriating your father so damn much...

When it was time to parallel park, he tried to stay patient, oh he really did but...he couldn’t help but think you were doing it on purpose. Just to annoy him. Whenever he told you to turn the wheel on one side you’d do the opposite or you would just not move at all and oh this wasn’t leading anywhere ! 

You got so frustrated that you got out of the car and started to leave...he lured you back with the promise of a warm cup of coffee at your favorite coffee shop, and that he would be more patient...

And truly, he tried. He really did. But you were so damn stubborn ! You had decided that you sucked at parallel parking and so, whenever you tried parallel park, you would fail miserably...But he knew it’s just because you somehow convinced yourself that you couldn’t do it ! 

To prove his point, he once asked you to park in a spot, without telling you you were going to have to parallel park, he just said : “park there” and...you parked perfectly. It was a spot against a wall, with a car in front of you, and you went in perfectly fine. You had just parallel parked without even noticing it. 

When your dad pointed it out, you said that it wasn’t true, that it wasn’t parallel parking (though it was clear it was), and got all up on your high horse about how you couldn’t parallel park and he should drop it ! EVEN THOUGH YOU JUST PARALLEL PARKED !

But nope. You were too stubborn to decide you could do it. At least for now. 

And that was with everything. For some reason you had decided that going from fourth to fifth gear was annoying, and kept missing the fifth gear to go directly on the sixth (of course your father’s...one of your father’s car would have a sixth gear), making the car jump. 

Oh whenever you decided you couldn’t do something, it was almost impossible to change your mind ! And it’s yet another day where your dad was trying to make you parallel park, after two hours of trying, that he finally lost his cool. 

You had to give it to him, he did stay patient for long...But Tony Stark wasn’t the most patient of men, and so one day, after weeks of trying to help you, he snapped. 

-Oh you know what (Y/N) ?! I give up ! Fine ! You suck at parallel parking ! You can’t do it even though I’ve seen you do it countless times whenever I didn’t tell you you were going to parallel park ! Fine ! You can’t do it ! But to have your driving license you need to know it so I guess that means you’ll never be able to have your driving license uh ? 

He got out of the car and threw his arms up in the air, beyond frustrated. And oh your snarky response made him sigh : 

-Told you you wouldn’t have the patience to teach me. I win. 

With a growl, he gestures for you to get back in the passenger seat and drove back home. That night, neither of you spoke to the other and Pepper sighed, guessing that both your stubbornness showed today yet again. 

The next day, when your father came home, he found a note on the table, hand written by you, stapled on...your driving license. You had written : 

“I passed my driving license today, and got it with every points possible. I parallel parked flawlessly. Don’t tell me what I can’t do. ...I love you by the way, thanks for the lessons, come give me a kiss good night. Love ya, (Y/N).”

...The eye roll your father made that night was his best one yet. Oh my God. Of course. Of course only when he lost patience and told you you wouldn’t be able to have your driving license you got it. Typical you. Just because he said you couldn’t parallel park, just because you wanted to prove him wrong...Damn stubborn kid. 

Another eye roll and he was going to give you that kiss good night...Which made him smile. Even at sixteen, you needed that kiss good night...

************

You don’t know why the memory of your father teaching you how to drive is the first to come to your mind...Maybe because it showed the full extent of your damn stubbornness ? 

Yes. You’ve always been very stubborn, but right now, as you feel your blood slowly leaving your body, you know even your legendary stubbornness cannot save you... 

But you know who else is extremely stubborn ? 

Your father.  

When the agent of S.H.I.E.L.D that were with you told him you died on the battlefield, that they saw you falling. When they talked about the huge explosion, how there was no way you survived that...He didn’t listen. 

When they told him that it wasn’t safe to go back for your corpse (he punched the man who told him that, you were alive, he wasn’t getting your “corpse” ! ...He couldn’t even think about that possibility without feeling his heart slowly breaking...) because some enemies could still lurk around and sneak attack him, he didn’t listen. 

No. He didn’t. 

Because after all, you weren’t stubborn for no reasons. Nope. You definitely got that from your dad. Your birth mom being unknown (she dropped you off at Stark Tower one day, with a note stating you were his...a quick paternity test later and Tony Stark decided that it was time to sober up, because now, he was a father, and had responsibilities...Pepper Potts helped a lot), everyone could only assume you took after your dad on that point.

You were a Stark. It was in your DNA to be stubborn.  

And it was in his. 

And so, going against everything told him that day, he went back for you. 

Of course, the rest of the Avengers couldn’t leave him do that alone. Because there was a high chance the place still had enemies lurking but most importantly because...because if you were indeed dead, then Tony Stark would need all the support in the World to survive this news. 

Hell, they couldn’t even imagine a World without you, your quirks, your quick wits and sarcasms, and your damn stubbornness...No, none of them could. 

Not Captain America, to whom you always showed nothing but understanding, acknowledging his PTSD, and helping him understand the modern world. 

Not Black Widow, that you came to call “Aunty Nat’ ” to piss her off (it made her feel old), but that secretly loved it. 

Not Bruce Banner, that your smile always seemed to soothe and calm, that your laugh as a child inspired his greatest inventions. Not Hulk, that your stubbornness and glare kinda frightens. 

Not Rhodes, with whom you grew up and with whom your favorite past time was to annoy the Hell out of your father. 

Not Hawkeye, who still has to teach you so many trick shots and such, and also, you’re not done with that Lord of the Rings/Bilbo the Hobbit marathon !

Not...Not any of them. Listing the people that would miss you would actually take a long time. What of Happy, who often baby sat you when you were a little one and both your father and Pepper were busy ? Or what about Pepper herself, who raised you like her own, even before she got with your father ? 

This is why they decided to follow your father, as he rushes through a dangerous war zone, albeit there wasn’t much hope about your survival but hey...if one could survive a blast that big, a hit that ended in a massive explosion...It could only be (Y/N) Stark, the stubbornnest of them all ! 

And so the Avengers launch to your rescue, followed by an army of Shield agents because...Well, (Y/N) Stark was worth a try. 

************

You fight. You fight like Hell to stay awake. You’re not done yet. There’s so much you have to do ! 

But you can feel life running out of you, through the multiple wounds you have. Your suit took most of the blast but...Well, it was one hell of a blast ! 

Yes. You feel like your stubbornness won’t help you at all. Hell, it’s what got you in this mess in the first place. Everyone told you to pull back, but there were still people to save...And you got hit by a missile thrown by a coward. 

Ha. What an unfitting end ! 

You slowly close your eyes, and for the first time of your life, you decide to surrender. There’s no point anyway. It’s just more pain and...

-(Y/N) ! (Y/N) BABY GIRL ! 

It’s your father’s voice, isn’t it ? This sparks a new wave of fight inside you. 

When you hear the rest of the Avengers, you try to speak, but you can’t. 

And when you hear the shield agents, you know you gotta fight ! Yes ! After all, they’re the one that told you to retreat, to leave the battlefield...You couldn’t let them be right about the danger right ?! You could die like they said you probably would if you stayed behind right ? Nope. 

You couldn’t. 

You were too damn stubborn for that...

Your father is here now. He opens his helmet and your met with his scared to death eyes. No. You couldn’t die here. You couldn’t let them be right, and you...you couldn’t leave your dad. 

You smile at him, and manage to say a weak “hi daddy-oh”. 

This makes you spit too much blood, and your dad tell you to not speak...Which makes you say : 

-I’ll speak if I want to...

He cannot help, even in that terrible moment, to roll his eyes, and, a small smile on his face, he says : 

-Damn stubborn kid. 

You can’t laugh, it hurts to much, but you’re pretty sure you said : 

-That’s me. Not worst than when you tried to teach me how to drive though...

Everything goes black. 

************

-Damn stubborn kid. 

You hear as you open your eyes. 

Yes. Stubborn as Hell. So stubborn that while you should be dead, you’re still alive, because you fought to prove everyone wrong. 

Damn stubborn kid, your father says, as he brushes your hair softly and lovingly with the tip of his fingers. 

You can see his eyes are filled red and wet and...your dad ? Crying ? Impossible. And yet. 

He almost witnessed his daughter die...For a few seconds, you were dead. 

And for the first time in his life, Tony Stark thanked whoever was the one that decided to make you even more stubborn than him...because how else would you have survived ? 

Who else, after the doctors said : “There’s nothing we can do now, she’s dead...” would have prove them wrong by making this flat dreaded line move up again. By breathing while she should be dead ?

Who else, out of pure spite (he was sure of it), would survive death ? Who else, just because someone said : “she’s dead”, would still be alive ? 

No one else. Just you. 

(Y/N) Stark. The most stubborn of them all. 

His precious little girl...

Fin. 

_______________________________________

...Awful. This was suppose to be just a funny story about Tony Stark teaching his stubborn kid how to drive, and it ended up being...this. Erf. I hate it when I start to write a story that’s completely different from what I initially had in mind. Sorry ‘bout that. I haven’t slept in 36 hours and still feel not tired so like eh. I don’t know why I’m saying this. MEH. As usual, I didn’t re-read myself, proofread or anything, because of reasons. The End. 

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In The Blood Ch.9

“So...how was you guys’ Spring Break?” I asked. Raven, Sophie, and I had met up for lunch in between classes the first day back. Himchan and Yongguk were kind of AWOL, so it was as good as time as any to talk with just us girls. Sophie was the first one to respond, speaking in between small bites of her pepperoni Hawaiian pizza.

“Mine was great actually. I had so much fun in Tennessee. Oooh! You guys should definitely come with me next time! My uncle wouldn’t mind at all. And the animals are just so darn cute! The horses are so big now since last time I saw them. Oh! And I got to see a couple of the ducklings hatch. It was so cool!” Rae and I laughed softly at our bubbly friend.

“Well then,” Rae started as she picked around her spaghetti. “Sounds like you had a rather busy and adventurous break. I’m glad you had fun. I just mostly shopped around Washington and slept in. You know, catching up on my beauty rest and what not.” She chuckled as I rolled my eyes at her last comment.

“Wait a minute. I thought you and your parents were going to go to New York. What happened?” I asked, remembering how excited she seemed for the shopping trips she was bound to have in the big city. I heard her groan.

“You know that my dad is a history geek right? Always spouting off random facts and whatnot. Well, for some reason, he felt like New York was just a place for people to become mindless zombies of sales, and figured Washington would be more enlightening and beneficial. I, of course was not happy. Mom was kind of neutral.” This time Sophie spoke up.

“Well if it’s history he was seeking, you could've tried to persuade him by mentioning the Harlem Renaissance. Lots of history and art with that argument.” Sophie sipped her drink in a matter of fact manner as Raven groaned into her hands, muttering to herself that it would’ve been genius.

“Ugh! Enough about me,” Rae declared as she stopped wallowing in self pity. “How was your Spring Break Haze?”

“Not much, actually. I mostly just sketched and read.” I could already see the disappointed looks they were giving me.

“Don’t you do that on a regular basis, Haze? Is that all you did?” Sophie was the first to speak. I took another bite of my food before I told them that I also went to see a movie.

“The one you and Yongguk were supposed to go see?” Raven asked. “How’d that go by the way?” I looked down at my plate.

“I didn’t go with him.”

“Oh really?” It was Sophie’s turn. “So, you went by yourself?” I bit my bottom lip.

“I went with Ethan actually.” Immediately there was eyebrow wagging and “ooohs” from both of them. Raven spoke up after having her fun.

“How’d that happen? How did it go??” So, I ended up recounting the whole thing. Starting with meeting him coincidentally at the sandwich shop and him tagging along with me to the sci-fi movie.

“....then he walked me back to my dorm and he kind of...kissed me.” A confused Raven looked back at me.

“So? What’s the big deal? He’s kissed you before hasn’t he? On the first date? Unless this kiss was more on the hot and heavy side. If that’s the case then I need details miss.” I scoffed at her.

“What? Of course not. It wasn’t like that. It was on the forehead.” This time Sophie spoke up.

“Then, what’s so special about this kiss Haze? I’m confused.”

“I’m not sure Sophe. It just felt different. His demeanor was different. Instead of being shy like how he was the whole night, he seemed more...confident. More bold. I’m honestly confused myself. I can’t really pinpoint him just yet.”

“Well aside from all of that, it seems like you two are getting along well.” Sophe said in between small sips of her coke.

“Yeah...it seems so.” I caught a small smile play on Raven’s lips at this revelation as she took another forkful of pasta.

I saw Yongguk the following day in class. As we prepared to start taking notes on the lecture, my phone let out a soft buzz from my back pocket. Fishing it out, I saw that I had received a text message from Ethan.

“Good morning Beautiful :)” I felt the familiar smile I seemed to get lately find its way on my lips. I quickly typed out a “good morning” back, turned my phone on mute, and set it down on my desk. The teacher had just started talking about the midterms we had taken before Spring break. Apparently she wasn’t finished with the grading, but promised to finish soon and have the grades posted by the end of this week. My phone’s screen lit up briefly, before it faded to black once more. Another text message.

“How’d you sleep?” I responded with a simple “fine,” and asked him the same. The teacher began lecturing as I placed my phone back on my desk. Yongguk proceeded to get his pen out, ready to take notes and I followed suit, taking a sip of my morning coffee I bought before class. The teacher’s voice droned on as I tried to pick out the key concepts of the lecture. About ten minutes passed by before my phone lit up again. Ethan.

“I slept fine.” Before I could type out a response, another message popped up on my screen.

“So...I sort of have a problem. Maybe you can help me.” Now this definitely piqued my interest. My fingers started dancing across my keyboard before I had time to stop myself. I mean, I was in class after all.

“What kind of problem?” I placed my phone down on my desk, once more, only this time it was face down. Hopefully, by me not seeing my phone brighten whenever I get a text, I’ll be less inclined to respond immediately. I will say, that I managed to go a good twenty minutes before I couldn’t help but to snatch my phone up and read Ethan’s next message. I managed to jot down a few notes before then though. One glance at Yongguk’s paper though, told me that I missed a good bit of key points. Bright Screen.

“So there’s this really pretty girl that I want to invite for dinner this week, but I’m a little nervous. :/” A small burst of giggles left my lips as I read the message. Is he being serious?

“Well, why are you nervous?” I typed back. I went back to try to take more notes. God knows that I missed a huge portion of the lecture. The screen lights up again.. Only this time, I ignore it. The information seems really important, and I already don’t have sufficient notes as it is. No. I need to focus. That message will be there at the end of class, but for now, I need to take notes.

I’m not exactly sure, how many minutes ticked by, as I struggled not to let my curiosity of what Ethan sent back, win. Concentrate Haze. Stop looking at the damn phone! It was only a minute after chastising myself, that I rolled my eyes in annoyance towards myself and simultaneously picked up my phone to read Ethan’s reply.

“Well, it’s because I want to cook for her, and I don’t want to mess it up. Plus, I’ve never cooked for a girl before. What if she doesn’t like it?” Why was he being so...adorable right now?

“Lol. I’m sure she will be happy with the fact that you’re even trying to cook for her. Girls tend to appreciate the effort given. As for what to cook...what does she like to eat?” I exchanged the phone in my hand for my pencil as I was about to take notes...again. That is, before I saw what time it was. There was only seven minutes left. There was absolutely no point in trying to jot down the remainder of the lecture. I just hope Yongguk pulled through this time around. Bright screen.

“I’m not sure. :/. Let’s say that you were the girl I was planning on cooking for...hypothetically speaking, of course, what would you want to eat?” I didn’t have to ponder for long.

“Pasta and salad. It’s simple, easy, and hard to mess up.” As I sent my last message, everyone around me was packing up their belongings and headed for the exit. I followed suit, placing my notebook with my half assed notes and barely used pencil inside of my backpack. Once Yongguk and I were on the outside, safe from the herd of students, I turned to Yongguk wearing what I imagine looked like a sheepish expression.

“Soooo….Any ch-” Yongguk began shaking his head in amusement and laughed at me.

“I already know what you’re about to ask me and the answer is yes. I do have good notes this time, and yes you can copy them down.” I let out a relieved breath.

“Thanks Yongguk. I was somewhat distracted today.” A wide smile found its way on his lips as he nudged me in the arm.

“Yeah, I noticed. Was it this Ethan guy? You know, I’m not sure if I can approve of him, if he’s already hindering your school work young lady.” I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

“Come on. I’ll treat you to breakfast while I copy your notes.”

“Deal. But I’m buying.” he proclaimed. I shrugged at his offer.

“Fine by me. Let’s go ‘Dad.’” I said with as much sarcasm I could muster up.

A few moments later, I was nibbling on a piece of French toast while copying the final page of  Yongguk’s notes. Yongguk sat across from me, grumbling about the amount of people that asked for his tutoring help. After a while, I guess he figured out that I wasn’t wholeheartedly paying attention to him. It wasn’t until he brought up the movie he had missed, as I finished writing the last bit of notes, that I finally looked up at him.

“I’m sorry I had to miss it,” he said, but I just waved him off. It wasn’t really a big deal after all.

“It’s fine Gukkie. I ended up going with someone else, so we’re good.”

“Oh, so what you mean is that you replaced me with some second rate being. Alright, who was it?” I shook my head at his silliness.

“I went with Ethan, actually.” I looked down at my plate of French toast, as I waited for Yongguk to say something.

“Oh really? Wait, I thought you said he was going to be out of town until the end of the break. How’d that happen?”

“I’m not sure, actually. I was just as surprised as you are. We met as I was getting food before the show. It was pleasant coincidence.”

“Hmmm...Pleasant huh? Sounds like I’m already getting kicked to the curb.” I couldn’t help but laugh as he started to pout.

“Oh shush you big baby. No one is kicking you to the curb as you like to put it. Like I said, it was a coincidence.”

We continued to talk as we moved on from the subject of Ethan. I was in the middle of laughing at some corny joke Yongguk had told, when I noticed him stiffen in his chair. My giggles died off my lips as I regained my composure. I started to ask what was wrong, until I heard a familiar voice behind, saying my name. I turned back to see Ethan standing behind me, looking casual in his plain jeans, but still handsome.

“Ethan. Hi. You remember Yongguk don’t you?”

“Of course. Nice to run into you again.” he said smoothly. Yongguk gave a quick nod.

“Yeah...you too.” Yongguk started packing his belongings and stood up from the table. Before I could ask where he was headed too, Yongguk spoke first.

“Haze, I’ll see you later, okay? I gotta get this tutoring schedule in order and stuff. I’ll text you alright?” But before I could respond, he had already started walking towards the doors that lead to courtyard outside.

“So,” Ethan began. “When’s your next class?” I looked at my phone for the time and realized that time had gone by quickly and that my next class started in half an hour.

“Then can I walk you to class? I’m not busy with anything.” He looked at me expectantly.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

With ease he picked up my bag after I had packed it and carried it while we walked.

“So, how was your break?” I asked after walking for a couple of minutes.

“It was alright,” he stated. “A little weird though. It felt like I was being watched most of the time.”

“Watched?” I asked, clearly puzzled. He laughed at my worried face.

“My dad was in the military and sometimes his PTSD and paranoia consumes him. He was very...watchful during the break. Another reason why I left earlier. But enough about that...How about dinner? At my place? I’ll cook.”

I pretended that our little text conversation hadn’t happened earlier and feigned surprise. I let out a small gasp.

“You cook?” Ethan gave me a sideways smirk before he answered.

“Sweetie, I’m full of surprises. Stick around long enough, and you might get to see them all.” Okay. To say that I was unnerved...again, would be an understatement. I don’t understand how he can go from cute, shy, and  dorky to...well, this. I found myself flustered before I was able to respond.

“Oh really? I might just have to take you up on that offer.” Ethan flashed his white teeth in his signature smile.

“Good. You won’t be disappointed. Now, come on. We gotta get you to class,” he says while slightly picking up the pace.

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Zoo Day

As it turns out, maybe surprises and a day at the zoo aren’t always the best options for a first date.

Had this idea like, three seconds into watching nct life. Collab with @cremethorns​ so read her part here. And, enjoy!

“Okay.”

You blink a few times up at Doyoung.  

“Okay?”  

“What? Did you expect me to say no?” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, nodding a little.  

“I just… thought you’d say you’re busy.”  

“I am,” Doyoung says. You're about to protest but he speaks up before you. “But everyone needs a break every now and then. Are you going to pick me up?” 

You nod your head again, smiling at Doyoung in excitement knowing that he agreed to your date. “I will pick you up, yes. I’ll text you day of, okay?” 

“Okay.”

You stand up from the place you were sitting and wave goodbye to Doyoung. You turn around, ready to leave, before turning back around, handing your phone to Doyoung because of course you need his number to text him.

“I don’t have your number,” you say. Doyoung smiles at you and takes your phone.  

“I was wondering how long it’d take before you realized that.” 

You watch Doyoung type into your phone, nerves beginning to set in a little bit as you think about texting him. You want to text him day of, day before, day after, and keep texting him until he gets annoyed with you. But, you only said day of so you can’t do any of that yet. You don’t want to come off as too needy or anything before you even started dating.  

You feel your hand being grabbed and you look down at it, seeing Doyoung sliding your phone back into your hands.  

“All done. Now you can leave,” Doyoung says. You look up at him to see a soft smile on his face. It really makes your heart beat ten times faster than necessary.  

“Okay. Good. Thanks. I’ll text you day of,” you say again.  

“If you need help with any of the statistics homework you can text me too.”  

“Okay, will do.” You start walking backwards from where you and Doyoung had been sitting in the quad together, smiling and waving at him as you really leave this time. You didn’t really want to say goodbye yet, still wanting to stay with him and talk some more, maybe flirt a little more.  

Unfortunately, you couldn’t, you had to go meet up with your best friend to make sure everything had gone according to plan, and instead of continuing to wave goodbye to Doyoung, you finally turn around and rush off to find your best friend.  

You only search for a few minutes before you find him in one of the cafeterias, sitting down at one of the tables with a tray of food in front of him, his legs swinging back and forth as he happily waits for you. You practically skip over to him, sliding into the seat across from and stealing a fry off his tray.  

“Ah, Y/N! I thought you were a random fry thief,” he says, grinning at you.

“Nope, just me,” you say, stealing another fry. “Soooo… did you ask her?”  

Taeyong’s face blushes at your words and you grin. “Did she say yes?”  

Taeyong nods his head, the blush on his face getting darker as he begins shoving food into his mouth to shut himself up. You and him both know if he doesn’t he’ll start a year-long ramble about just seeing the girl he liked, never getting to the actual asking out portion that was the important part.

You quietly eat fries as you wait for Taeyong to gather his thoughts, smiling at him every time he looks at you to give him some encouragement.

Eventually, he swallows all the food in his mouth and begins talking.

“She said yes and she smiled at me like, ahh, Y/N, I love her smile. It’s the best. I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time and she was so cute. She was wearing the cutest outfit- ah- but I’ll shut up before I talk too much.” Taeyong takes a pause and quickly takes a sip from his drink. “What about Doyoung? Did he say yes? He was complaining all last week that he was totally swamped with work and homework so I’d be surprised if he did…”

You nod your head at him. “He did! I was so surprised that he said yes. And he offered me help with statistics homework.”

Taeyong’s face scrunches up in disgust at the mention of statistics, and he takes another sip of his drink.

“Listen here, Lee Taeyong. Him offering help with homework without getting paid is like, the closest thing I have to another date, okay? Don’t look so disgusted.”

“But… numbers…”

“Shh…” You put a fry to Taeyong’s lips, grinning at him as he takes it from you and pouts. Your date was really going to be an experience, and having your best friend there was no doubt going to make it better.

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On the day of, you attend one of your 10 A.M classes, nerves distracting you the entire time (which makes you think you totally should have just not attended) and when you’re finally out you’re glad to breathe some fresh air. As you walk back to your dorm, you text Taeyong to make sure he’s ready to be picked up, and then you text Doyoung for the first time to tell him you’ll be on your way soon.

He texts back a “:)” and just at that your heart is fluttering. You were way too excited for this.

You quickly make it back to your dorm, dropping off your backpack and grabbing the necessary items for your date. Wallet, phone, bag to hold tissues in case Taeyong need them (because he always needed tissues), and then your car keys. You happily set off downstairs to your car after locking your door, getting in and texting Doyoung and Taeyong once more that you were on your way.

You pick up Doyoung first, smiling at him when he gets into the car and taking the gift of flowers from him that he apparently got for you.

It’s totally lame but you don’t even care because it’s cute and sweet and Doyoung has the biggest blush on his face as you take the flowers and smell them. You thank him and put them in the backseat for safekeeping before you begin to drive to your next destination.

You and Doyoung have casual conversation, both of you complaining about something that happened with one of your mutual friends until you get to your next stop.

Taeyong is sitting outside the library with his girl, smiling at her like he’s never smiled at anything better in his entire life. It’s kind of sickeningly sweet, but it’s your best friend so it still makes you happy.

When you pull up to them and park the car, you see Doyoung glare at them.

“What is my sister doing with Taeyong?” He asks. Your eyes widen at his words.

“Your sister?”

“Yes, my sister. Why are they walking to the car- is he holding her hand? Why is she giggling at him-

“Doyoung, oh my god, calm down. We’re going to the same place I told Taeyong I’d drop him off for his date-

Doyoung turns his glare on you. “He’s the one going on a date with my sister?”

“Don’t look so offended. Taeyong isn’t a bad guy. He’s my best friend and your friend-

Suddenly, one of the back car doors opens and Taeyong climbs in, but Doyoung’s sister stands still on the sidewalk. Her and Doyoung are practically in a stare down together, and you roll your eyes, moving onto the rearview mirror so you can see Taeyong.

“…big bro.”

“Little sister.”

You watch as Taeyong’s eyes widen at their words and his eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, and a mixture of emotions pass his face ranging between shock, confusion, shock again, regret, back to shock, and then ending on acceptance of the situation he hadn’t even realized he got into.

What were the odds that both your date and his date would be siblings?

You try not to laugh as Taeyong’s date gets into the car, not wanting to seem like you don’t care about your best friend’s feelings.

But, it was really funny.

His date thanks you for driving them to their destination and you give her a smile back before setting the car into motion. The silence is deafening as you drive, the radio barely doing anything to ease the awkwardness and the quiet of the car.

From the corner of your eye you can see Doyoung glaring at Taeyong every few seconds because his date is Doyoung’s sister, and you want to reach over and hit Doyoung at his overprotectiveness. Taeyong was a good guy, and it wasn’t like he was going to hurt his sister. He was being ridiculous.

“Taeyong. Name. Age. Grade. Hobbies. What you plan on doing with my sister?” He suddenly says.

“…why do I need to tell you that you already know-

“Driver,” Doyoung’s sister speaks up, interrupting Taeyong. “Name. Age. Grade. Hobbies. What do you plan on doing with my brother?”

You want to laugh again. You totally want to laugh again at the change in dynamic. You weren’t expecting that at all. You’re about to answer when Doyoung talks before you, beginning an argument with his sister.

“Why are you asking my date all those questions?” Doyoung snaps.

“Because you’re asking mine the same questions.”

“I asked first,” Doyoung continues. “You can’t reuse my questions.

“I just did. What are you going to do about it?”

“You both are such children,” you say, rolling your eyes as you make a left turn. You weren’t even on a date yet and this was already such a shitshow.

“I am not,” the siblings say in unison. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes again.

“Children.”

You focus on driving for a moment, making sure you have the right directions in your head. You hear Taeyong and his date mumbling in the back to each other, and you have a bad feeling that at some point, Doyoung is going to interrupt their moment together.

“What’s with that mumbling, are you talking shit about me?” Doyoung asks. There it was. “Taeyong, you’re a bad influence on my sister.”

You’re about to defend your best friend, but his sister cuts in before you can. “Doyoung, oh my fuck, we are not talking shit about you.”

“I asked Taeyong, not you, little sis.”

“Stop attacking my best friend,” you growl, stopping at a red light and setting a glare on Doyoung. “Either you let him go on a date with your sister or I’m kicking you out of my car this instant and you can bus your sorry ass back home.”

The car is silent for a few seconds, and you keep your glare on Doyoung, making sure he knows not to say anything more about Taeyong, lest he lose his date and his ride home.

“Did you just salt at me?” Doyoung shuts his mouth for another second. “That was… uncalled for.”

You only shrug in triumph as he clearly backs off from saying anything more to Taeyong, and continue driving as the light turns green. You’re humming quietly to yourself in excitement as you reach closer to your destination, seeing the first sign that tells you’re in the right place, and you continue on until you have to turn. You drive slowly down the road until suddenly, Doyoung’s sister in the backseat yells.

“UM. WE’RE GOING TO THE ZOO?”

“Hm?” You stop at the next stoplight and smile back at her. “Yeah! Taeyong and I thought it’d be good for a date.”

“It’s a great date idea,” Doyoung agrees. “Great. Idea.”

“Is it? You hate the zoo, Doyoung,” his sister says. You laugh quietly to yourself. How could anyone hate the zoo?

“I do not. I… think it’s fun.”

“Last time we went to the zoo you wouldn’t let go of my hand even after we got home.”

“Doyoung, are you scared of animals?” Taeyong asks. The whole car goes silent again and you glance at Doyoung as you drive, whose hands are balled in his pants, squeezing harshly at the fabric. Maybe… he did hate the zoo after all.

That was bad.

How could you have your first date at a zoo when the guy you were on a date with hated it?

“You’re scared of animals. Aren’t you?”

Doyoung’s sister starts getting excited about the lions as you focus on pulling into the parking lot and finding a good parking spot. You’re not really paying attention to her as she goes on about what she wants to see, more worried about Doyoung than anything else.

“Don’t take her to see the lions,” Doyoung interrupts. Well, if he wasn’t going to have fun, at least his sister could.

“Why not?” You ask, pulling into a parking spot, shutting off the car and breathing out a “finally, we’re here” when the car dies down. “I hear they have an open house thing that lets you get close to the lions.”

It doesn’t take long for Doyoung’s sister to get excited again, practically bouncing out of the car and pulling Taeyong along with her, only yelling out a “Bye Doyoung” as any sort of indication that they were leaving. Doyoung tries and tells them to wait, but they’re gone and the words die in his throat.

You sit there together in another bout of silence, fiddling with the keys in your hands. You wonder if you should even get out of the car or just put the keys back in the ignition and take Doyoung home. You didn’t want him feeling uncomfortable or scared on a first date with you.

“…I’m sorry,” you mumble out. “I should’ve told you where we were going.”

“It’s- fine. I like… surprises.”

“Stop acting all tough, Doyoung. You look like you’re trying to burn a hole into my glovebox.” You reach over to place a hand on his, hoping it will relieve some sort of stress he might’ve been feeling. He ends up looking up at you, a sour look on his face.

“Really. I’m not scared. I’m just more worried about my sister-

“Because she’s with Taeyong? He’ll take care of her-

“No. No, because… last time she and I came to the zoo she got too close to the lions… I had to save her before she got mauled-

“...that’s so cute.”

“Huh?” Doyoung gets a look of confusion on his face at your words, and you smile at him, squeezing his hand.

“You’re cute, worrying about your sister.”

“Shut up, you’re cute,” Doyoung says, laughing a little. You’re glad the mood is lightening up after such an intense car ride.

“Good comeback,” you say. “Do you want to go inside now or are you still scared?”

“I’m not scared of anything. Let’s go.” You watch Doyoung as he gets out of the car, almost slamming the door shut and waiting outside the car for you. You roll your eyes at him.

“Fucking liar…”

-

The first thing Doyoung wants to see are the fish. He immediately drags you to the building that holds all the fish. It’s nice and beautiful in there, blue lights fitting the feeling of the rooms. If you were more interested in the fish, you’d probably think it reminds you of the ocean.

Except, you’re not interested. Because clearly Doyoung isn’t interested either, mostly staying there because he probably thinks the fish are the animals that won’t hurt him. 

You wander the building for nearly fifteen minutes, going in circles while Doyoung continues to point out the same fish every time you pass them before you’ve finally had enough. The final time you reach the exit you start heading towards it, but Doyoung grabs your hand.

“Where are you going?” He asks, eyes pleading to not leave the sanctuary that is the fish exhibit. You point towards the door, smiling at him.

“I was going to go see the rest of the animals. I can only stare at the same fish for so long,” you tell him. He frowns and lets go of your hand.

“I’ll… stay here then. You can go.”

“It’s not much of a date if we’re separated.” Doyoung shakes his body in a pouty manner before groaning and walking forward, pushing the doors open. You follow after him, looping your arm with his when you catch up.

“You know the fish were boring,” you say.

“So boring,” he replies. “But-

“Don’t worry, Doyoungie. I’ll protect you from any animals that you’re scared of.”

“Shut up. I’m so not scared,” he snaps at you. There’s zero bite to his bark, and you don’t miss the way he moves himself a little closer to you while you walk.

Doyoung was so cute. There was no wonder why you had a crush on him.

You walk together for a bit, Doyoung and you passing by exhibits but never really stopping. He doesn’t want to look at the monkeys, didn’t even want to step foot towards the rhinos, and when you suggest wolves he steers you straight towards the petting zoo.

That was okay with you, because you always liked the small goats and the sheep, and the pigs always reminded you of Taeyong’s friend, Jaehyun. They were cute, and were going to be perfect for Doyoung’s fear.

You two enter the petting zoo, hands filled with food for the animals and you immediately go to one of the sheep, letting it eat out of your hand. Doyoung stands next to you, the hand not filled with food sitting on your shoulder as you feed the sheep.

“See, Doyoung? It’s harmless. None of the animals are going to hurt… you…” You pause your talking to stare at the goat next to Doyoung, clearly wanting some of the food you and he had. Doyoung notices only a second later and jumps, moving around you so that you’re between him and the goat.

“Doyoung, he wants some food. Give him some.”

“You give him some,” he says. You roll your eyes and put your hand out for the goat, but it immediately backs away and moves around you, going towards Doyoung again.

“It wants your food, Doyoung. Give him some!” You say again. Doyoung shakes his head and moves around you once more, but he doesn’t sit there long because the goat follows him around. The sheep that had been eating from your food moves away, leaving you in the middle of a goat chase with Doyoung whining as he tries to run away from the goat.

“Doyoung, just give him your food!” You’re trying not to laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as you watch Doyoung get chased by the goat.

“No! He doesn’t deserve it!” Doyoung says, and suddenly he’s running to the other side of the pen, throwing the food he had to the ground in front of a bunch of baby goats. Doyoung turns back to the goat, grinning in triumph at it, only to find out it’s chewing the back of Doyoung’s shirt.

“Ah! Get away from me!” You can’t keep your laughter in any longer, and you have to stop yourself from falling over into the dirt as you laugh. Doyoung trying to get away from the goat that was chewing his shirt and watching as one of the staff members comes in to help is the funniest thing you’ve seen in a while.

You shouldn’t be laughing, because Doyoung was no doubt going to be mad about it, but how could you not? This was too funny.

Eventually, the goat lets go of Doyoung’s shirt and he promptly takes his leave from the petting zoo. You thank the employee that helped Doyoung and follow after him, waiting to catch up until he sits down on one of the benches.

“You’re the worst,” he says when you come to sit next to him. You bump your shoulder with him, smiling.

“You know that was funny.”

“It was not. The goat tried to eat me! Goats hate me!” He says. Doyoung crosses his arms in a pout and scoots away from you until he’s on the edge of the bench. You scoot towards him, reaching an arm around his waist and pulling him a little closer to you.

“It did not try to eat you. It just wanted your shirt.” You press your nose to Doyoung’s shoulder, taking a short whiff of his shirt. “It smells good. If I was a goat I’d eat it too. Again. This has happened before?”

Doyoung lets out a whine. “A goat ate my shirt when I was little too- ahh, this was my favorite shirt… I can’t believe it happened again.”

You laugh against Doyoung’s shoulder before pulling away and standing up. You take out your wallet from your bag and smile down at him when he looks at you. “I’ll buy you a new one, okay? And something to eat. Do you want to share a pretzel with me?”

“…I want a shake too. Chocolate.”

“Got it.”

You’re about to leave Doyoung at the bench while you go get your food from the snack bar by the petting zoo, only to feel a pull at the hem of your shirt the moment you take a step away. You look back to see Doyoung staring at the ground, his fingers hooked in the fabric. Did he not want you to leave? How could you get his chocolate shake if you couldn’t even leave?

“What? Do you want me to get you something else too?” You ask. Doyoung shakes his head but stays silent, and you poke his forehead. “What is it?”

You hear words come out of Doyoung’s mouth, a jumbled mess of syllables and letters that don’t make any sense. You bend down and ask him to repeat himself, seeing if you can hear better.

“Don’t leave me alone,” he says again.

“Leave you alone? That’s what I was going to do-

“No! Oh my god- you’re such a- don’t leave me alone.”

You smile at Doyoung when he looks up at you, eyes pleading once again for you to not leave. He was such a dork.

You hold out your hand for him and wiggle your fingers. “I’ll let you hold my hand while we get food, okay? I won’t let go at all.”

“…promise?” Doyoung asks. You nod your hand.

“Promise.”

Doyoung doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand, weaving your fingers together. As you walk to the snack bar together, hand in hand, you really can’t help but love the way your hands fit together. It makes you smile a ridiculous smile because holding his hand makes you so very happy. You hope he felt the same.

-

“…Doyoung I don’t want to… alarm you…” Doyoung looks at you when you enter the lion house together, and you almost want to drag him back out before he makes a fuss in public.

Your date had been going so well after you shared a pretzel and a shake together. Doyoung and you held hands all throughout the rest of your walk around the park, actually stopping at the exhibits as you went. He loved the red pandas, thought the black bears were super cool (even if he hid behind you the whole time), and cooed at how cute the meerkats were.

And then, you finally managed to convince him to go into the lion house after buying him a drink, a candy bar, and promising to hold his hand the entire time (which, you didn’t mind at all.) Of course, nothing could go perfect on a first date.

You shouldn’t have even mentioned anything when you entered the lion house, because now Doyoung was marching his way over to where his sister and Taeyong were standing in front of one of the lions. You had been unwillingly dragged to where they were, sighing when Doyoung yanks his sister away from the lion and starts yelling.

“Taeyong, I thought I told you to watch my sister! What the fuck were you doing, letting her get so close to the lion?”

“Bro, there was glass,” she argues, pouting when the lion she had been interested in turns away from her. “The point of the enclosure is precisely to allow visitors to get up close to the lions.”

“What kind of dumb idea is that?” Doyoung scoffs. You look at Taeyong, wondering how he was taking this, and he looks ready to nag back at Doyoung just as much as he’s nagging at his sister.

What a great date. Really.

“You could’ve been eaten alive like before,” Doyoung says. There was that protective brother again. Almost too protective. Seeing the exhibit now, you’re not sure anyone could actually get mauled, especially if there was glass between a person and the lion.

“Bye, you’re so embarrassing,” Doyoung’s little sister mumbles out, wiggling out of Doyoung’s grip. She moves back over to Taeyong and grabs him, beginning to walk and saying something about the penguins.

“You come back here, don’t walk away when I was still talking!” Doyoung yells after her. You grab him before he can run off, giving him a stern look when he glares at you.

“Your sister is fine, Doyoung. The lions couldn’t even kill her even if they wanted to.”

“What do you know-

“I know,” you poke at his chest with your other hand. “That you need to calm down and take like, seventeen chill pills, okay? Your sister would’ve been fine; Taeyong would’ve jumped in to save her even if something had happened.”

“Yeah, right-

“Doyoung.”

Doyoung and you stare at each other, a stubborn face off to see who is right about this situation (it’s you, no doubt). Eventually, after he realizes you’re not backing down, lets out a sigh and moves his gaze to the ground.

“Can we just call it a day?” Doyoung asks.

“Yeah. That’s fine. Let’s go.”

You’re not happy as you and Doyoung leave the lion house, but you guessed your brought this upon yourself. You’re the one that suggested the double date idea in the first place, and it just so happened that your dates had been siblings.

Karma, you supposed, since you even thought about a double date. Who went on double dates anymore?

You and Doyoung walk until you’re sitting outside the zoo, sitting on the curb. You text Taeyong that whenever he and his date were ready, it was time to go home.

“Sorry for such a shitty first date,” you say to Doyoung when you put your phone away. A silence stretches between you for a few minutes until you feel a hand on yours, squeezing it gently.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Doyoung says.

“Your shirt got eaten and the crap in the lion house-

“Okay, that was pretty shitty,” Doyoung agrees. You hang your head in defeat, but Doyoung scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “But, you did buy me a shake, and you told me I smelled nice and we held hands like… the entire time. I thought that was pretty great.”

You look at Doyoung, seeing his usual gummy smile on his face and you smile back a little. “I thought those were pretty great too. And, sorry, you getting chased by the goat was so funny-

“It was not! And here I was, about to ask you for another date-

“You were?” You interrupt. Doyoung smiles and nods his head, a blush creeping up his face.

“If you wanted to.”

“I want to.”

“Okay, good. Because I want to too.” Another silence settles between you too, innocent and soothing as you sit together, but it only lasts a few seconds because Doyoung starts talking again.

“But I’m planning it this time. First of all, no double date. That was too much stress.”

“Agreed.”

“And no zoo. Never again. And no sister, no best friend-

“Only us?” You ask, winking at Doyoung. His face flushes and he pushes you away from him.

“Second date we’re going to the library. We’re going to study.”

“That is not a date-

“It is a date. I’ll hold your hand while we study. It’ll be perfect.” Doyoung smiles fondly at the thought, and you scrunch your face up in distaste.

“I’d rather watch the fish for hours instead of going to the library for a second date.”

“Take it or leave it,” Doyoung says. You roll your eyes but agree anyways. A second date at the library was better than nothing.

“…fine. Fine. But I choose what we do on our third date.”

“Deal.”

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White Chrysanthemums - Extras

Hello! Sorreh for nonexistent and irregular updates (not that anyone actually reads it.) I know I’m skimping around the main ship and I know that the Chronicles of Shavy/Delley haven’t been updated yet, but Tumblr won’t let me upload them. T.T I’ll work my way out, so anticipate them kinda. Here’s just a little scenario thingy as a little filler.

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Scenario: What the Hwarang do while in class (while trying not to get in trouble with Hwi Hwa.)

1. Ban Ryu and Yeol Woo:

“Hey, what’s the answer to this?” Yeol Woo whispered to the side. The Hwarang were taking a philosophy test that, of course, no one ever bothered to study for. Except Ban Ryu as expected, and Yeol Woo, being the clever diva he was, sat coyly next to Ban Ryu. Meanwhile, Ji Dwi just sat there looking proud as fuck but confused on the inside, Seon Woo tried to write words on the paper-which is the most important thing to him now-while Soo Ho and Hansung were making cute (yet messy) caricatures of the life of Hwi Hwa’s toe. Oh, and Ah Ro and Sooyeon were watching through the windows, completely conspicuous. Good thing Hwi Hwa took a nap to his happy dreams of swimming in liquor.

“…” Ban Ryu clenched his mouth to not say anything. He knew this was going to happen, just like he knew Yeol Woo was going to watch him in the shower again. Yeol Woo gently nudged him with his elbow. Again, Ban Ryu refused to respond.

“Don’t be a bitchy friend!” Yeol Woo whispers, except much more harsh and with a slight snarl at the end of the sentence.

“…The elements of water, fire, earth, and air represent the aspects of life and the human soul. Water-” Ban Ryu quietly droned on until Yeol Woo interrupted him.

“Thanks cute nerd! That’s all I needed.” Yeol Woo winked and wrote down Ban Ryu’s answer. Of course, Ban Ryu blushed and was over-thinking on why he got such absurd nicknames and referencing from his friend. Maybe it was a prank? Maybe it was a dare to try to embarrass him. He was determined to find out, sooner or later. But for now, time to keep his perfect track record.

The two poked and teased each other during the test. Well, it was more like Yeol Woo provoking him with blackmail about Ban Ryu’s cute sleeping habits and Ban Ryu keeping promise on his curses, smearing his friend’s eyebrows with ink. Once they finished and Hwi Hwa graded, Yeol Woo beamed with his eyes sparkling at his first passing grade. Ban Ryu quietly smiled seeing his friend’s joy (and knowing the relieving fact that he kept his perfect grades up.) They both left when class was over, heading to the tea shop for a little celebration.

———————- 2. Hansung:

It was only Wednesday night, and he already longed for the Poetry Club night to come soon. So Young was much more interesting to study than this stupid literature text. Haikus were more fun to recite than a presentation on what he learned about the five pious morals bequeathed on man. He sighed and tried to read the text by candlelight, but failed. This night was always group study cram night, but he wanted to try doing independent study for once; he rather not get caught cheating again. Memories of punishment flashed before his eyes until he shook his head to perish the thoughts.

He started doodling on paper (that was meant to write down notes about the text), drawing his image of So Young and the Poetry Club from memory. He hummed his favorite songs and replayed her honey voice again and again. He made sure to outline and detail her eyes, rounder and brighter than the moon. Her lips and cheeks were colored with roses almost and she had a little beauty mark tucked under her eye lid; he made a mental checklist of all the small details of her face so he didn’t miss one beautiful thing about her.

He finished (remembering to make the Poetry Club girls in the back.) He unconsciously started to grin at his drawing. He wasn’t a Picasso, but he thought she looked beautiful. Well, her paper clone. He studied the drawing once more, but his paper was snatched away by one of his hyungs.

“Ooh, who’s this?” One of the hyungs teased. “Got a girlfriend?” They started examining Hansung’s drawing, putting the paper out of his reach when he desperately jumped to get it.

“Give it back!” He cried, jumping on one of his hyjngs to grab his sheet. They then threw him on the floor along with the sheet, bored and exasperated after seeing nothing else to tease Hansung about in the paper.

He clutched the paper close to his chest and closer to his heart, pouting about the injustice that was done to paper So Young. He smoothed out the wrinkles and smiled on, going (or attempting to go) back to his studies, So Young nearby and-in his imagination-cheering him on.

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3. Soo Ho, Ji Dwi, and Seon Woo:

The three decided for once to actually study, but they decided to do it in their bunk room so they don’t get punished tomorrow, carrying Hwi Hwa for fifty laps around the woods. The night started off normal, abnormally normal someone might say. Guided by candlelight and feeble minds, the three tried to help each other in their weak points.

“So we have to read the passage and flesh out the central ideas of philosophy then tie them to the kingship duties in a meaningful manner. Seems simple enough. Writing a couple sentences and reading this tiny thing seems easy. You guys pumped to beat Ban Ryu tomorrow!?!” Soo Ho cheered and screamed, trying to cover his saltiness about how Ban Ryu didn’t choose him yesterday as a lo-I mean worthy man.

“No.” Seon Woo curtly replied. He’s a passive-aggressive cat who’s supposed to be a dog-bird yet here trying to attempt normal human contact with other people. How can this become even more wrong?

“This is worthless.” Ji Dwi scoffed, dismissing the text and brushing dust off his pajama robes. He was trying to fight his insomnia and he only agreed to come so he can watch his rival vying for Ah Ro’s heart (and maybe Seon Woo’s ass.)

“Come on! Don’t you guys have any drive left in you? Any passion?” Soo Ho pleaded, actually desperate for a passing grade. And friends. Emphasis on FRIENDS.

“No, sore loser.” “Can you drive horses with a passion?” The two remarked.

Soo Ho’s expression soured, lending way to anger. His eyebrows slumped and furrowed and his lips twitched with furious energy.

“GODDAMMIT! Even Ban Ryu has more drive than you! And he’s a shell of a fucking man! Let’s just do the damn thing to get it over it!” He roared. He was just as sick and tired as them considering they somehow managed to cover the other material. This one passage was the last thing standing between them and preparedness. Soo Ho kicked his textbooks and slipped, landing head-first and clutching his head in pain. Both of them laughed.

“Good job! Looks like you’re willing to fall for the L!” Ji Dwi barely managed to say his sentence because his sides hurt and he was laughing too hard. Seon Woo just rolled on the floor over the papers cackling his heart out, sounding like a crazed coyote (most likely with rabies.)

Soo Ho started beating them up because of that and soon all three of them were kung fu fighting~ {gets dunked on} Ultimately, they never got the passage done. However, they weren’t able to take the test anyways because of their injuries, leading up to another conflict. You know, Ji Dwi vying for Dr. Ah Ro’s attention, Seon Woo protecting her like an awkward teddy bear (even though she can defeat any scrub in her way,) Soo Ho getting riled up on random adrenaline, Sooyeon screaming and being a squealer, etcetera. But that’s another story for another time.

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Hey, thanks for bearing with me! Sorreh if this seems crappy, but I tried (I’m bad with excuses lol.) So my editor will check and this filler will be Gucci for the limited number of readers. Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

To The Beautiful You,

Zelo

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