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aomine-ryo · 3 years

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Kind of late, but I had an idea for a fic that’s been in my drafts for a while and I wanted to post it for Kise’s birthday but it wasn’t quite done yet. But it is now, so here it is, hope you like it!

Scenario: New kid, Kise Ryouta ends up falling for the reader

gender neutral reader

It’s not particularly easy being the new kid at school. Especially if you were Kise Ryouta. Being a well known athlete and model, it was difficult for him to be able to find friends in a new place that didn’t have ulterior motives. However, Kise learned to deal with it. He was cold to people until he himself learned to respect them and understand their motives.

But the problem with him was not in the friendship category, but rather the romance one.

Kise had a tendency to fall for the first person that was nice to him in a new place, and that almost always ended in the other person using him. So this time, he promised himself that he was not going to hurt himself yet again.

On his first day, Kise stood at the front of the class and introduced himself. “Um, hi, nice to meet you, I’m Kise Ryouta. I look forward to getting to know you all and well, I don’t really know what else to say,” he said, turning to the teacher for some help. The class filled with a small chatter once he stopped talking, and he could already faintly hear comments about how ‘cute’ he looks.

“It’s alright Kise. You can take that empty seat next to Y/N over there,” the teacher said, pointing.

Your head snapped back to the front of the class from gazing out the window at the sound of your name. Of course the new kid got stuck in the seat next to you. He was cute, you couldn’t disagree. However, that only meant that everyone else was going to be swarming around your desk for a while.

The teacher went on with the regular announcements until the bell for first period rang. “Oh right, before I forget, Y/N, can I trust you to show Kise around the school during your break?” she added.

You held back a sigh as you nodded. “Sure,” you replied curtly, glancing over at Kise and giving him an awkward smile.

As expected, once the teacher left, he was soon surrounded by girls asking him questions that were borderline invasive. How do they do it? How do they simply have the courage to speak to people like that? In a way, you envied them for their confidence, but it was also quite pathetic.

Eventually, the break came around and Kise approached your desk with a polite smile. Why did he get stuck with you out of all people? You were the first one that caught his eye and Kise could already see himself catching feelings for you. But he made a promise to himself and he was going to keep it. He wasn’t going to get played with again.

“Hey, um, Y/N, right?” who was he kidding? He knew your name. It was stuck in his head ever since the teacher instructed him to sit next to you.

“Yeah, just give me a second, I just have to organise this mess and we’ll be on our way,” you said, fumbling with the stationery that was cluttering your desk.

“Oh, you don’t really have to give me that tour if you don’t want to. I don’t want to be a burden— I can probably figure things out myself,” Kise said.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind helping out. If you end up getting lost at some point I’ll feel bad,” you insisted, finally putting the last of your things away and standing up. “Okay, we’re all good. Shall we?”

Kise hesitated for a moment. He really didn’t want to do this, but he didn’t have any more excuses so he simply walked by your side.

You showed him all the classes that he would regularly be attending, adding a few tips that you learned through the years whenever you could. This was the most you’d ever spoken to someone who wasn’t a close friend and yet Kise remained rather silent. Did he think you were boring? Were you talking too much? God, why did you have to be assigned this task?

“Oh right, I almost forgot. Are you joining any clubs?” you asked him as you walked through the halls.

“Yeah, I’ll be joining the basketball club,” Kise nodded.

“Right, I figured,” you mumbled, making Kise let out a small chuckle.

“Hey, you might have made the right judgement this time, but don’t judge a book by its cover,” Kise joked.

“It was more of an intuition thing rather than judging you, I swear,” you replied defensively, holding back a giggle.

“Mhmm I’m sure it was,” he said sarcastically. He hated how bright your smile was. It was so warm and gentle, he could look at it all day. He barely even knew you, but he was already obsessed with your smile. Just his luck.

“Well, unfortunately for you, I’m the manager for the basketball team so you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”

This had to be some sort of cruel joke. “Really? That’s great. So I could probably just tail behind you and not get lost by the looks of it.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. You hoped he was joking. The last thing you needed was a bunch of fangirls trailing you around campus. “Let me show you the way to the basketball gym though, just in case I manage to escape you.”

“Escape me? Tired of me already huh?” Kise teased, dramatically pretending to be offended.

“Absolutely,” you joked.

Kise clasped a hand over his heart as though he got shot in the chest. “I am hurt, Y/N. What did I ever do to deserve this?” he recited.

“You know, the drama club is probably also looking for new members— I should show you their club room instead,” you retorted.

“Ha ha very funny,” Kise rolled his eyes. How were you two already joking around like this? He tried not to speak to you much, but it was like his charisma was forced out of him. Maybe he was overthinking it. You seemed nice. Maybe the two of you could be good friends.

And well, that’s pretty much exactly what happened. With the sheer amount of times you two see each other, it was no surprise that you’d become friends. It started with witty banter and random comments but soon, the two of you became close. After about three months, you were hanging out with each other every other day, going out for a bite after practice, going to the movies, walking to school together— the list goes on. And somehow, you never got tired of each other.

“Hey, Y/N-cchi, are you going for the field trip?” Kise asked you in between classes, referring to the yearly trip your school organises to a selected place in the country with a rich history.

“I’ll go if you do. But to be honest, I’d rather stay at home,” you replied.

“Well, we’re going then. It’ll be fun. There’s probably cute places to take pictures for Instagram,” Kise said.

“So I’m basically going to be your photographer?” you sighed.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds like a blast,” you groaned.

“I’m kidding, I will find a way to make this worthwhile. I heard that there’s a nice restaurant near the hotel we’re staying at, so we should pay that a visit,” Kise said.

“I’m exhausted just thinking about it,” you replied, resting your head on your palm.

“Shhh it’ll be fun, trust me,” Kise said, eyes softening up when he noticed how the sunlight that shone through the window landed on you like some sort of natural spotlight. His mind was about to wander off into a daydream when the teacher walked into the classroom, snapping his attention away from you.

The field trip finally rolled around and you found yourself in a fresh hotel room with a gorgeous view of the beach. Unfortunately, you didn’t get assigned to room with Kise, but it was alright since he was just a few doors down. As promised, Kise did his best to make sure you were having fun. You did have to take an awful lot of pictures of him, and sometimes he’d force you to take pictures with him, but Kise was always good company so you didn’t mind too much.

On the last night, Kise took you to that restaurant for dinner. “It’s kind of a fancy restaurant so we should dress up,” Kise informed you that afternoon.

“But that’s so tiring. Let’s just go to McDonalds instead,” you suggested.

“We are not going to McDonalds. I will dress you up myself if I have to,” Kise said firmly.

So in the end, you did end up dressing up, but you didn’t pack any nice shoes so you had to go with your sneakers. Of course, Kise patronised you for it, but you just replied with the wittiest comment you could think of, like always.

“Hi, I made a reservation here, for Kise Ryouta,” Kise said to the hostess.

The place was nicer than you expected it to be. It was a strange feeling being here with a reservation. It felt less like a hang out with your friend and more like a date. And for some reason, you were now nervous.

“Ah yes, right this way Mr Kise,” she said with a polite smile as she led you two to your table. “A window seat, just as you requested.”

“Perfect, thank you,” Kise said, glancing at the view of the night sky and the twinkling city lights below.

“Here are your menus, a waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy your date,” she smiled.

“Oh, uh, it’s not a—” you began, but she walked off before you could correct her.

“Well that’s awkward,” Kise chuckled.

You simply sighed in defeat as you took a moment to admire your surroundings. There was a clean white cloth spread across your table with a candle and flowers as a centrepiece. It was a bit too romantic for your comfort, but you tried to shake it off. “Someone went all out for a simple dinner. You even requested a table by the window. How picky can you get?” You said teasingly.

“I just made a reservation in case this place would be busy. You wouldn’t want to wait in line would you?” Kise explained and you shook your head in response. “Exactly. And I got the window seat because I know you like to stare out sometimes. I figured you wouldn’t wanna stare at me all night long, so I got you a better view.”

You felt your stomach turn as your mind’s immediate thought was how Kise was enough of a view on his own. You had to admit, he looked fantastic that night— when he said he was going to dress up, he wasn’t kidding. It was a simple white button up shirt with a red tie, but he still looked dashing. Perhaps it was the fact that he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, showcasing his toned forearms that pulled the look together. Either way, you didn’t like the fact that you were viewing your friend in such a way.

“Oh my, what is this self deprecation? I thought I was hanging out with model and Generation of Miracles member, Kise Ryouta, not some emo teenager,” you said, your tone resembling Kise’s dramatic one that you’ve heard a thousand times before.

“Well, if you’re not going to appreciate my effort of getting us these seats, I can just ask them to move us away from the window,” Kise huffed.

“No, no,” you tracked back almost immediately. “I like the window. Thank you.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kise grinned triumphantly.

That night was absolutely lovely. But no matter now hard he tried, Kise couldn’t take his eyes off you. As expected, you’d rest your chin on your palm and gaze out the window with a faraway look in your eyes, and Kise could do nothing but admire how beautiful you looked. He couldn’t believe that he knew someone as amazing as you were. Moreover, he couldn’t believe that he told himself that he wouldn’t fall for you. What a dumb decision. But he was already this far in, maybe it was just that fact that he can’t have you that made him want you more. These feelings will pass, right?

As the two of you walked back to the hotel that night, a cool salty breeze flowed through the air. Kise had made you laugh yet again, and his heart filled with joy as the bright smile returned to your face. He could stay in this moment forever.

“I can’t believe this is our last night here,” Kise sighed once you simmered down.

“Yeah, this trip was actually kinda fun. I wish it didn’t end so soon,” you said, gazing up at the bright full moon.

“You think we can squeeze in one final adventure tomorrow morning?” Kise questioned.

“Where to?”

Kise shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Well then, I’d rather stay in and sleep thank you very much,” you said.

“Are you tired yet?”

“Not really.”

“Then let’s go walk along the beach,” Kise suggested.

“But the sand gets everywhere, it’s so annoying,” you frowned.

“It’s our last night. Come on,” Kise said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the empty beach.

The two of you walked by the water where the sand was firmer so that it less tedious. It was quite peaceful hearing the waves crash against the shore as the water glimmered under the moonlight.

“You know, when I first met you, I really didn’t wanna be your friend,” Kise said out of the blue.

“How rude,” you faked a gasp as you playfully whacked his arm, making him chuckle. “But to be honest, me neither.”

Kise looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “Seriously, Y/N-cchi? But why?” he whined, seeming much more offended than you were.

“Because you always had people following you around and I didn’t want to be caught up in that,” you explained, kicking a pebble around as you walked.

“Oh,” Kise said, realising he probably shouldn’t have said anything because he couldn’t explain his reason as rationally as you did. “That’s fair, I guess.”

“Why didn’t you wanna be friends with me? Was I annoying?”

“What do you mean, you still are annoying,” Kise joked, earning himself another whack on the arm. “I’m kidding, no you weren’t annoying.”

“Then what was it?”

“Okay, this might sound really stupid, but I told myself that I wouldn’t go after the first person that’s nice to me, because that always ended up with people using me for something or the other,” Kise explained, stopping in his tracks to pick up a smooth pebble.

“That’s fair,” you said, trying not to overthink what he meant by ‘go after’ as you watched him skip the pebble over the waves.

Kise looked out at the horizon, seemingly lost in thought for a moment before turning back to face you. “You know, you caught my eye almost immediately and that was a red flag to me for the longest time, but you actually turned out to be pretty cool.”

It was strange seeing Kise like this. It was like he was possessed. He never speaks in such a serious manner with you. “Well duh, because I’m awesome like that,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

A gentle smile spread across Kise’s face. “I told myself I wouldn’t fall for the first person I had a crush on, but here I am,” Kise let out a heavy sigh, glancing back out at the ocean for a moment.

“Crush? You had a crush on me?” you asked, your stomach doing twists and turns that made you feel as though you were going to throw up all the delicious food you had earlier.

“Yeah,” Kise muttered. What was he saying? Why was he complicating things? “I hate myself for it.”

“Oh. Um, it’s okay,” you said, unsure what to say. He clearly didn’t want to like you, so you didn’t want to bring up how you felt about him. “We can stay friends if you want, nothing has to change.”

Kise looked back at you, finding comfort in the warmth of your eyes. There was no dramatic outburst like he expected. You seemed to be considerate of his feelings. You genuinely did care for him. “I don’t mind staying friends. But is it okay if I do this?”

Before you could think twice about it, Kise had his soft lips pressed against yours. Even though your mind hadn’t fully wrapped itself around the situation, you found yourself kissing him back. Kise felt you melt into his touch as his heart skipped like pebbles on the water. God knows how much Kise had been longing for this moment. To have his arms around your waist, your body pressed against his, and his lips on yours. He could finally get a taste of you and it was better than any meal he could imagine. This just felt right.

After a few moments, Kise pulled back to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts that he couldn’t even keep up with. “I’m sorry,” was the only thing he could muster.

“Don’t apologise,” you shook your head, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it tightly. “I am absolutely okay with that.”

A wide smile spread across Kise’s face as his mind slowly began to clear up. Maybe his instincts were right this time. You were perfect to him the moment he laid his eyes on you, even though he tried to deny it. And as you stood in front of Kise with the moonlight glittering in your eyes, you were just as perfect as the day he met you.

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basquet #kise ryouta #kise ryota x reader #kise x reader

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bbytamaki · 3 years

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BUNGOU STRAY DOGS as public high school students.

with: atsushi, dazai, ranpo, kunikida, yosano, kenji, kyouka, chuuya, akutagawa, tachihara, gin

genre: crack

warnings: american public school. that’s it.

note: the kenji bias jumped out but i am not ashamed 😌

atsushi — never knows what’s going on. the one in the class group chat who always asks “did [insert teacher here] give us work today?”. his grades are just barely passing but that works for him. tries to put in a lot of effort but ends up exhausted. honestly just wants to go home. he’s just trying his best.

dazai — never goes to class?? he just pops up in random classes and none of the teachers even know what class he’s actually supposed to be in. no one even knows if this is his real school. somehow isn’t failing. actually pretty nice to people. has some random but hilarious title in the school yearbook.

ranpo — that one kid who literally has whole meals in the back of class. once ordered food to the school and ate it in the middle of class (this actually happened in my sophomore year 💀). is never seen in his first period without a monster. was the school snack dealer until he got caught and had fukuzawa bail him out. the naturally funny senior that’s friends with everyone.

kunikida — corrects the teacher shamelessly. (not-so) secretly a burnt out gifted kid. now spends his time tutoring the freshman. has the best calculator by far. in a bunch of clubs (he’s definitely an overachiever). practically besties with the librarian and school counselor. seems like a very motivated person but is actually on his last straw waaaay before the second semester is over.

yosano — adopts introverted freshman but not in the annoying way. gives them answers on quizzes for teachers she’s had before them. has the prettiest supplies and everyone always asks where she gets them from. works on the yearbook committee and makes sure that all of her friends have the best pictures put in. she’s popular for all the best reasons.

kenji — you have to watch out for this one. he’s the super nice freshman that you have to remind take time for himself sometimes. he really enjoys being friends with you. keeps an extra copy of his notes in case you forget. really good at basketball in p.e. but never plays for the school team. the ideal locker room/bathroom/quick-trip-to-the-office-cause-i-got-dress-coded buddy. honestly who wouldn’t want to be friends with kenji.

kyouka — best outfits. kenji’s goth bestie. always asleep in class but manages to catch whatever the teacher is saying. one of the cool members of the lgbtqia+ alliance club. takes notes like a god. surprisingly popular as a freshman because she knows so many upperclassman. not really a teacher’s pet but is pretty cool with all the teachers and even get extra grace periods for late work sometimes (i’m not saying it’s me but it’s me 😃).

chuuya — the one everyone asks to braid his hair. always looks tired, always is tired. doesn’t smoke in the bathroom but he’s always around when it happens somehow. i am a firm believer in introverted high schooler chuuya. one of the quiet kids dazai always hangs around. everyone wonders how he hasn’t beaten dazai’s ass yet. his senior photos are absolutely stunning.

akutagawa — pencil chewer. doesn’t like anyone except gin and chuuya and atsushi. famous for growling/hissing at people in elementary/middle school and now he’s just there. doesn’t like anyone but cannot stand bullies. has gotten into quite a few fights because of this (and won). had ear piercings in high school but took them out when he got older. doesn’t bring a backpack, just one (1) pencil and a beat up notebook from 8th grade that was somehow salvaged.

tachihara — everyone assumes that he’s had like 12 boyfriends/girlfriends. that one boy that literally never has his shirt on in gym class. remembers his whole homeroom’s birthdays and brings everyone gifts even if he doesn’t really know them. famous for coming up with the most memorable senior prank. the underclassmen’s big brother. will let someone borrow his jacket or bring them to the nurse’s office without a second thought.

gin — has like 2 friends and they are chuuya and tachihara. sits by the big friend group at lunch to hear the gossip. has in headphones most of the day. comes home and immediately goes to sleep for like 4 hours straight. perfect attendance, spotless record. anytime she joins a club or does an extracurricular tachihara is joining right behind her like “yes bestie :)”. everyone asks to borrow lotion from her because her lotion smells so good.

tags: @cross-crye

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kiras-sunshine · 3 years

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I’m gonna hold onto your heart for sure

Written for day 3 of Carlos Reyes Week: “well, that just happened” + friendship

Summary:

“It’s not out of obligation or anything like that,” he says immediately, “we are friends, no matter what. Besides, you’re basically part of the team, like an honorary member of the 126.”

on ao3

Carlos is surprised to find Paul, leaning against his blue Camaro outside the police station when he finally gets off from shift.

The sun is already setting, painting the whole yard of the police station in golden light.

Paul’s face lights up when he spots him near the doors, and he gives him a small wave. He has changed out of his uniform, but he is still wearing dark pants and AFD t-shirt.

He tries to go through in his mind if he has forgotten any plans they might have made when he walks up to the car and him. He cannot come up with anything, but he is still glad to see him.

“Hey, everything okay?” He asks, mostly out of habit. He looks fine and he guesses he wouldn’t be grinning that widely if something atrocious had happened.

“Yeah,” he agrees and claps his hand on his shoulder. “Just checking up if you’re moping like a lovesick puppy,” he jokes.

Carlos flashes a smile, but he shakes his head as he glances their shoes. “I’m not.”

TK had to leave up to New York to attend his cousin’s wedding. He had been invited too as a plus one, but he couldn’t get four days off from work, and TK had assured that he was completely fine going there alone too, but he misses him.

It has been three days, which is ridiculous considering how much he wants to see him and longs to have him back in Austin. He cannot remember when he would have missed someone this much, and it almost terrifies him a little.

Obviously, they have been texting and calling, but it still isn’t the same thing.

“TK seemed pretty miserable when I called him,” he shrugs, with innocent smile, “just saying.”

He just huffs at that, amusedly, as he tries to fish out his car keys from the pocket of his jeans.

“Also, it’s family dinner today, so I’m picking you up. Well, I don’t have a car ‘cause Marjan just dropped me here on the way to supermarket, but still, the point stands.”

The 126 has created a tradition of having a proper, full-scale dinner once a week. The time and day changes, adapting to their shifts, but they never fail to have one. Owen has dubbed it as a family dinner for team bonding reasons. He has attended it a couple times with TK, but he feels like it’s a quite accurate term.

The crew definitely is a family, and they care each other a lot and deeply, and there is so much love and affection in the air when they don’t have to worry about getting called to scenes, and they always have each other’s backs.

He is almost a little jealous of the bond they all share.

He lets out a small laughter and fidgets with his car keys. “That’s nice but you don’t have to--,” he starts, but Paul is gesturing him to stop talking.

“It’s not out of obligation or anything like that,” he says immediately, “we are friends, no matter what. Besides, you’re basically part of the team, like an honorary member of the 126.”

He would be lying if he said that hearing that wouldn’t make him feel fondness towards the entire team and it makes him feel cared for and a little special. He knows he generally gets along with people well and he has no issues making friends, but he has been missing Michelle and he appreciates it more than he can say that he has become friends with everyone in the team and they aren’t just tolerating him for the sake of TK.

“Okay,” he agrees.

Spending the evening with friends and eating a proper dinner definitely beats his plans of cleaning his apartment and ordering takeout.

“Yeah,” Paul laughs and before Carlos knows he has been pulled into a tight hug. It’s surprisingly comforting hug despite the fact that it’s short and brief.

“Well, that just happened,” he says, and there is a certain edge of uncertainness that wasn’t there before, with apologetic expression when he lets go off him. “Sorry, got carried away.”

“Hey, we’re friends, friends get hugged,” he tells him, immediately, resting his hand on his shoulder.

He isn’t maybe the most tactile person in the world, but sometimes it is easier to say something through touch than words and he firmly believes in hugging.

“Yeah,” Paul agrees, softly and his grin is back and already brighter. He nods towards his car. “Let’s go. Cap won’t like if we are late.”

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Carlos isn’t sure if his stomach hurts because all of the food he has eaten or because of all the laughter. The food was delicious and there was way too much of it, and they had been talking about everything that came to mind. They had been sharing anecdotes of work and what their lives had been like before they arrived in Texas and the firehouse.

The 126 is back on shift in a couple of hours, and the whole team, except Owen, has sprawled on the couches, trying to survive their food comas. Judd and Mateo are talking about basketball, deep in their conversation and Marjan is showing Paul some video on his phone, and they all seem content in the moment, and the whole room is filled with laughter and chatter.

Carlos smiles as he looks at them, but his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket. He quietly slips away and walks towards the doors to get some more privacy. It’s basically all for nothing because the firehouse been built so that privacy is almost non-existent. Especially with this particular team.

“Hey,” he says, when the video call connects and he sees TK’s tired, but beaming face on his phone screen.

“Hey,” he says back, but tilts his head and squints his eyes at him. “Is that a fire truck?”

He turns his phone a little, so that he gets a glimpse of the bright red side of the truck. “Yeah.”

His grin gets wider. “Missing me that much?“

“Yeah,” he breathes out, with genuine laughter, “also Paul dragged me to the dinner.”

“Oh yeah, the family dinner. I should’ve remembered,” he says, as he runs his hand through his hair, making it stick up slightly. “That’s nice.”

“It is,” he says, sincerely. “I wish you were here with us.”

It’s nice that he is, in their eyes too, his own person outside of their relationship. He knows they are close, and they still keep complaining when they will grow out of their honeymoon stage, but he still knows how to be his own person and he doesn’t feel less whole without him. He feels that together they are something more, but not lacking otherwise either.

“Me too,” he admits under his breath, “we do have pretty great friends.”

It feels like an understatement but it’s still true. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. The corner of his mouth twitches into a gradual smile. “Your dad promised to teach me how to bake a sugar free key lime pie.”

It makes him laugh, and it’s such a beautiful sound and he would gladly spend rest of his life listening to it. His eyes are glistering with what looks like happiness. “He doesn’t teach just anyone,” he points out. “Kitchen is like a sacred place for him. He certainly hasn’t taught baking to anyone I have dated.”

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing his neck.

He likes Owen, and he feels like they would get along even if he wasn’t dating his son, but it is sort of a big deal for him that he seems to like him, too. He knows he doesn’t need anyone else’s approval, but he still loves the fact that all of them just took him in as one of their own.

“Also,” he starts, and points at the screen with grimace on his face, “his sugar-free key lime pie is terrible. It tastes like flour, so good luck.”

“Ah, I’ll just make the others eat most of it. Practice the fine art of guilt tripping,” he deadpans, but it is getting impossible to hold back the smile.

“Good strategy.”

“Your dad misses you, too,” he points out softly, “he had a baby pic of you on the dinner table.”

He had placed the framed picture on the spot that he usually sits on. It had been mostly a joke, a way to boost the team morale, but he had noticed how many times Owen had glanced at the picture during the dinner. The picture had been of TK, barely standing on his own, grabbing leg of a table and he was wearing orange overalls and grinning as widely as a one year old can.

TK groans, and he cannot help but chuckle. “It’s on the wall now. According to them, they have put it high enough so you cannot take it down when you get back.”

“I hate them all,” he mutters, but there is no heat behind his voice.

“You were a cute baby,” he adds, just because he can.

“I wasn’t,” he insists, “especially if it was the orange overalls picture.”

“It was, but I guess I have to ask him to show me the entire photo albums,” he says, mostly just teasing him and mostly because he genuinely wants to see the photos.

“Please don’t,” he says, but the amusement shines through his voice. “He would love it.”

It would probably take hours, but he might do it one day when he has time.

“How’s the wedding?”

“Good, it has been nice seeing everyone,” he tells him, sounding genuinely happy. Carlos knows he hasn’t seen his mother’s side family in years. “It would be more fun if you were there. They all keep asking about you.”

“I’m sorry for not making it,” he says, gently.

He would have loved to go with him, but the wedding had seemed a little like a last-minute thing for him, and the invitation had come in mail just a couple weeks before and there was no way he could have managed to change all of his shifts.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it as a jab,” he remarks, softly.

“I know.”

“It’s mostly just funny. I head a bunch of my aunts talking and doubting if you’re even real because you sound a little too perfect, and that if you’re real, how did you end up with me,” he explains with a huff, but his voice sounds amused and there is certain mischief in his eyes.

“You could tell them that I’ve a very specific type,” he jokes, because he can feel the warmth creeping up on his neck.

He knows how to accept a compliment, but perfect definitely isn’t a word he would associate with himself, let alone expect a bunch of people he has never met to describe him as such.

“What would that be?”

Before he has any chance to answer, he spots Judd walking towards him and he claps both of his hands on his shoulders and flashes a smile at the phone screen. “Rude green-eyed firefighters who don’t let their family know they are calling,” Judd quips into their conversation.

TK is laughing again, but he is definitely delighted to see him, too. “I feel like you can find twelve of those in a dozen.”

“More like once in a lifetime,” Carlos murmurs, as rest of the team swarms in and forms a sort of half-circle around them. He knows TK hears him, because he holds his gaze, and his face softens. His smile is tiny but genuine and he feels like it’s only reserved for him.

“Ugh, you’re too sappy,” Marjan complains, but she ends up sounding mostly fond.

Carlos tries to hold up his phone high enough that he manages to see everyone. They keep waving at him, and he looks genuinely touched. “I’m glad you’re there.”

“We are glad to have him,” Mateo pipes in.

“We miss you,” Paul adds, “but we think we like Carlos better,” he says, deadpan.

“Cannot blame you for having good taste,” he shoots back, with a wink, and suddenly the warm feeling in his neck creeps back up.

“At least he knows how to cook, unlike certain someone,” Marjan says, with a glare that doesn’t linger on her face.

“Hey, the casserole I made last week was edible,” TK argues.

“Yeah, kid. Edible, not good,” Judd says with deep sounding laughter.

“It made my stomach feel funny,” Mateo admits, sounding a little distraught.

“Even Buttercup didn’t eat it,” Paul reminds him.

“Y’all are so ungrateful,” he says, with mock exasperated sigh as he stares beyond his phone, but amusement doesn’t disappear from his eyes.

Carlos knows that TK’s culinary skills are common joke for them, and he can admit he shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near kitchen and unfortunately, he had gotten the leftovers of the casserole too. It had been dry and tasteless, but he still he had eaten it.

“I wouldn’t have eaten it if it wasn’t made by you,” he admits, too.

“Ah, blinded by love,” Judd says, shaking his head.

“You’ll end up with food poisoning,” Marjan tells him, as she pokes him in the arm.

Before he has any chance to reply, TK looks like he is listening to someone speak in the other end of the call. He flashes them a smile. “Sorry, I gotta go. Carlos, I love you. The rest of you are okay, I guess,” he jokes in a light tone, and his smile is so wide and genuine that it definitely reaches his eyes.

His crew fake exasperation around him, but they all end up erupting in laughter and keep telling TK how much they miss him before they manage to actually end the call.

#carlosreyesweek2021 #tarlos #tarlos fic #day 3 #this was really fun to write #i have soft spot for team and carlos #carlos reyes

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bothcreativitybois · 3 years

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(reposted because I posted on wrong account)

As for my other gift for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange this one is for @snekky-boi and actually my first fic I’ve ever posted.

SANDERS SECURITY

“Clearance?” A gruff security guard in a suit asked the person in front of him. They pulled out a card and handed it to the guard. In the picture the mysterious person was wearing the same dark suit and shirt with an orange tie. Slight stubble spread across their face which was thicker now. Next to the picture was his identity.

Joan [REDACTED]

Head Representative of Sanders Security

Joan looked through their car window and slipped his sunglasses down slightly to stare at the guard.

“We have a problem?” They said smoothly. They were an important person and did not have time for these delays. The guard hurriedly handed back the card, scared of the person who owned it.

“None at all.” The guard hit a button and the gates ahead opened. “Go on through, sir.”

“Don’t call me that.” Joan responded, not looking at the guard.

“Ah… sorry. What should I call you?” The guard was terrified. He’d heard of this person a lot. A mysterious person in an orange tie working for a security company whose guards were never seen, but they still managed to be one of the best in the world. Worse, no one knows how to contact them. They just show up.

“Nothing, I wasn’t here.” The car drove away. Suddenly the guard couldn’t remember who was in it. But it was too late to stop it.

Joan pulled up to the door of the large mansion. They stepped out and adjusted their suit. They had a large metal briefcase with them. A frantic secretary ran up as they locked their car.

“Exactly on time.” The lady said.

“Always am.” Joan started walking towards the doors of the house. The secretary rushed to follow.

“I am--”

“I don’t care.” Joan waved off the lady. She opened the door for them and they entered a large room with ornate staircases and beautiful tiles. A large glass chandelier hung above them and security guards in suits stood at random points around the place. Joan took off their sunglasses.

“Let me take you to--” The secretary tried again but didn’t get anywhere.

“No need.” Joan said as they tucked the sunglasses into their suit pocket. “I know what I’m doing.” Joan strode away with that. They made their way up the steps and entered the first door they went up to without so much as knocking. Inside, a man sat at a large wooden desk with bookshelves lining the wall behind him. The man's neat brown hair matched the colour of the desk. He stood as he saw the door opening, pressing down his dark blue suit.

“Ah Joan.” The man greeted. “I trust Doris showed you up.”

“No, I don’t need a babysitter.” Joan strode forward and stood in front of the desk.

“Well… take a seat.” The man sat back down in his chair. Joan continued to stand and placed his briefcase on the desk.

“No. I won’t be here long, Thomas.” Joan stated numbly. Thomas just stared in awe of the person in front of him. He was contacted yesterday saying that a representative from a company he’d only heard whispers of would be visiting him. And lo and behold here they were, right on time. He didn’t know why but they were.

“Well then…” Thomas was lost as to how to navigate this situation. “...let’s start.”

Joan clicked open their suitcase.

“Sir, someone wants you gone and we’re here to make sure that doesn’t happen.” Joan began.

“I already have plenty of guards; I don’t see how yours would do anything that they can’t.” Thomas interrupted. Joan smirked.

“You’re an important man with money in many places. Surely you have access to the files saying why our team could take down a hundred of yours.” Joan took out a few files. They expected a response from Thomas but he only shrugged. Joan put the files back down. “Our team isn't just men, sir. They’re more than that. We have collected them from instances all over the world and trained them to be more. They’re living government funded weapons. They have abilities you only see in movies and comics. These are living superheroes, and we have them at our disposal… and now yours too.” Joan explained. Thomas laughed. He was convinced he had let a crazy person into his house.

“You have superheroes?” He teased. “Is it expensive buying so much spandex for all the outfits?” Thomas continued to laugh but Joan just stood patiently. Joan picked up a file and dropped it in front of the laughing man. Photos of security footage fell out. Thomas stopped laughing.

“These are of them training. It isn’t edited.” Joan let him know. Thomas picked up the pictures and looked at them closely. Men in dark clothes fought with all kinds of methods. Weapons he’d never seen, blurry flashes of light, things he didn’t even know. He looked up at the person giving him this presentation. “Shall I continue?” Joan asked.

“Yes. Of course.” Thomas replied dumbly. He suddenly knew why this company was such a mystery.

“Each member of our team lives at our facility. They train for nine hours a day, are provided with nutritional meals and top healthcare, and are completely obedient to every command. They’ve trained as a team for years now and even without their, as we call ‘extravagant abilities’, would be able to protect you better than any other team you’ll find.” Joan picked up some more files from the briefcase. “But thankfully they do have these abilities, which makes them all the more better.”

“You officially have my interest. Tell me what they can do.” Thomas asserted. Joan threw a file in front of him on top of the first.. Thomas opened it. There was a portrait of a young boy, he had long blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. One of his eyes was green and the other was brown, but most noticeably he had dark green scales running down the left half of his face. He was smiling slightly allowing a small fang to be seen.

“Janus, 19. Codename: Deceit. One of our first. He was trained to fight from the moment he could stand. We picked him up after he was born with those things all over him. We call them ‘shifter scales’, he has them all over his body and they allow him to completely change his appearance. He can be a different person or blend into a background. He can even change his hair but we haven’t worked out the why on that one yet. Only thing he can’t change is his eyes and teeth. This bitch also has a silver tongue like you wouldn’t believe; can talk his way to anything and if that doesn’t work he lies his way in.” Joan explains as Thomas shifts through the pictures. There's a few showing the scales and others are of him fighting. In one of the pictures he has scales on his back raised like a scared cat does with it’s fur.

“Sounds troublesome…” Thomas remarks.

“Not when he is as loyal as we’ve trained him to be.” Joan responds. They throw down another file. Thomas opens it. The portrait has a pale woman with thin eyes, she smiles widely for the camera and dimples can be seen on her cheeks. Her shoulders look broad, she looks much bigger than Janus and probably older too. Her hair is cut short and neat.

“Patton, 36. Codename: Puffball. After we discovered her she turned herself to us willingly, she said she was tired of everyone worrying about keeping her secret. She was living as a single mother with a son now in the custody of his father. She has extreme strength, we have seen her throw a car like it's a basketball. She’s extremely fit, we’re yet to find her limit. She also has an above average pain tolerance and takes a bullet without flinching, she also tends to completely heal from anything within a day. Patton worked as a paramedic before she came to us so she has a good medical knowledge. She’s a full on tank, she can take any hit and will return one much worse.”

“Reminds me of my mother.” Thomas laughed slightly.

“She has taken up a maternal role for the team. She’s quite a happy person. A delight to be around really.” Joan’s tough facade didn’t break. Thomas sifted through the pictures, most being of Patton lifting heavy objects or piles of weights. She was smiling in all of them. Joan dropped another file then took more from their briefcase. There were two portraits inside, two men who looked identical. Thomas wasn’t sure if it was just the same man twice but they were labeled with different names. Their skin was a similar colour to terracotta, their curly hair was warm chocolate colour and they both had hazy green eyes. Their features were very sharp.

“The twins, Roman and Remus, 22. Codenames: Prince and Duke.”

“How do you tell them apart?” Thomas asked. He barely could and each picture marked which one was which. Joan laughed hollowly.

“You don’t. They kept getting expelled from schools for bringing weapons but the parents insisted they had none and each time the house was searched it was proved they didn’t. Turns out the twins were summoning the weapons. We got them before anyone else figured this out. We’ve trained them since they were kids. They seem to be able to summon any non explosive weapons from any time period and master it within a matter of days. Ever watched someone take out an attacker with a rifle with a trident? It’s a sight to behold. Remus tends towards bigger and blunter weapons while Roman preferes something more elegant and quick. They also seem to have a telepathic link but we’re unsure if they can extend this to other people.”

“Can they summon guns for my team?” Thomas asked. Joan rolled his eyes, he got this question every time.

“They can’t summon guns or other explosives. Even if they could they can only summon the weapon and not ammunition. We know this from them using things like bows and slingshots.” Joan explained. The pictures on the desk were all of the boys fighting each other with various weapons. Joan threw down another file.

“How many are there?” Thomas exclaimed. Joan stayed quiet. The portrait in the new file was a man with a stern expression. Thomas could see a tattoo etched into the pink skin, the ink just poking out of the edge of the man's shirt. His blue eyes were framed by round black wire glasses.

“Logan, 32. Codename: Teach. Logan was a uni student who was living alone. He dropped out of classes suddenly after he developed some kind of power. He went to the hospital to get a brain scan to check he wasn’t mentally ill and that’s when we scooped him up. He’s extremely smart and can remember anything he reads but that isn’t his extravagant ability. He controls energy in all its forms. The list of things he can do with it is too long. He’s also taken the unofficial spot of team strategist due to him being the smartest of the group. He’s very closed about what he did before he came to us and his emotions in general but he threw himself into training when he got here. He even helped train the younger ones when they were kids.”

“Why aren’t there pictures of him fighting?” Thomas shifted through many pictures of Logan, none of which he was using his powers in.

“Due to the amount and various kinds of energy he puts out when fighting, pictures tend to get pretty messed up.” Joan pointed to an earlier picture where all that’s visible is a blurry silhouette with a bright light. “That’s the best we got.”

“Doesn't seem like a useless side effect.” Thomas laughed.

“And finally.” Joan announced as he dropped the last file. The portrait was another young man. He had dark skin and darker hair. His eyes were large and sad. He looked expressionless into the camera. “Virgil, 19. Codename: Stormcloud. As a kid he was locked up in a psychiatric hospital because everyone in his life kept being poisoned and dying. Turns out he can actually produce poisonus gasses down to the pure elemental level. Mixes them in his lungs and breathes them out. He can control concentration and kind. Some are purely toxic and others are things like anaesthetics or drugs. He’s also immune to all poisons and drugs because of this. Kid had a rough life and you can see it in the way he fights, he’s like a machine.” The pictures of this kid fighting were insane. Each one he looked like he was about to rip out someone's throat with his teeth. Thomas leaned back in his chair. He made a deep exhale as he processed everything he just learned.

“Your team is more than impressive but there is the matter of price. I’m guessing a team like this would not be cheap.” Joan gathered the files as he began to speak.

“Like I said earlier Thomas, we’re government funded. You don’t pay anything. We show up, protect you until we can get rid of the threat then leave.” Joan explained. Thomas quirked an eyebrow. Nothing in his life was free, there was something.

“Really? Nothing?” Thomas questioned suspiciously. Joan neatly placed the files in his case.

“Well not nothing. You see this team is powerful and it needs to be kept secret. So we do need you to keep us secret, or else.” Joan closed the briefcase with a bang, punctuating his point perfectly.

“Alright. Once I meet the team I’ll look at the contract and get back to you.” Thomas spoke with his heart in his throat. These people were able to kill him without any effort, he would do whatever they wanted. Joan laughed.

“You misunderstand. This wasn’t a sales pitch.” Joan lifted the briefcase off the desk. “I’m letting you know that they’ll be arriving today.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides gift exchange 2020 #sanders sides fic #dlampr #ts janus #janus sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #ts joan

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rose-tarts-and-angel-hearts · 4 years

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Twisted Wonderland OCs; Ignatius Aquarii and Kelly Linette

{Art Credit: Pic crew}

Twisted from Maui from Moana

Name: Ignatius Aquarii

Name meaning: Ignatius; Means fiery one, I chose this name for him as Maui’s name meant “the god of fire” so I tried to choose a name somewhat similar ( hopefully) Aquarii; I took Ignatius’s surname from one of the brightest stars in his zodiac sign; Aquarius, the star’s full name is ‘beta Aquarii’

Age: 16

Birthday: February 9

Star sign: Aquarius

Myers Briggs Personality Type: ESTP- A

Alinement: Chaotic good

Gender: Male

Height: 184cm (6ft)

Hair Color: White #ffffff with strands of very pale blue hair #ebebff

Eye Colour: Very light blue #94caff

Dominate Hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Species: Human

School: Noble Swan University

Dorm: Riffmond

Year: 1st

Occupation: Student

Club: Basketball club

Best Subject: Practical magic

Favorite Food: Sashimi, Unagi (freshwater eel), roast or fried chicken

Least Favorite Food: Fried Eggs

Likes: tattoos, The beach, Telling/ Boasting about his achievements.

Dislikes: People who don’t walk the talk ( In other words, People who does not do what one said one could do, or would do, not just making empty promises. ), nagging

Hobby: Surfing, Playing the guitar, DJ’ing

Talents: Shadow puppets, Arcade games, Lock picking

Unique Magic: ink world

Ignatius has the ability to send people into an ‘ink world’ in their minds, which leaves them in a vulnerable and dazed state. To explain in detail, the person Ignatius uses his unique magic on, turns unresponsive as if they are in a trance. ( For example In the song “ You’re welcome” Moana was in a different (?) world in her head while her body was spun into a cave so that Maui could steal her boat. )

Appearance

Ignatius is Tall and pretty muscular, with naturally tanned skin. He has light cyan-ish eyes that are slightly pointed and upturned, his hair is white with strands of very pale blue hair, that is brushed back, he has a short blue braid hanging down the right side of his face. Ignatius has many ear piercings and Tattoos, ( on his upper body, neck, chest, arms ) he proudly displays them by wearing a black singlet, and an unbuttoned white collared shirt that is slightly pulled down to show off the tattoos he got on his shoulder. He wears black cargo pants that are secured with a black belt and are tucked into military boots. His purple dorm ribbon is tied on one of the belt loops (?). He also dons many silver rings and an enchanted charm bracelet made by Kelly.

Personality

Ignatius gives off a rather..hmm what’s that word...oh oh! F-boy impression, as he’s always teasing and seems to not be serious about anything, but he’s actually quite a sweetheart, going out of his way to help people he considers friends, though he may be quite mischievous and tactless. Ignatius is rather boastful and egotistical, which would usually lead people like him into trouble since he’s a quite rash person, but he doesn’t get into physical fights, he usually uses his unique magic to just embarrass the person in some way. Though Ignatius make act like a dumb dumb sometimes, he’s actually really smart, both street smart and academically, in terms of grades he comes in fourth place in his level. He can be rather perceptive too and will show care and concern for those he cares about, but mostly prefers to keep things fast-paced and silly rather than emotional or serious.

Backstory

Ignatius’s mother remarried a wealthy business man a few years after Ignatius was born. ( Ignatius’s father passed away before he was born) As Ignatius’s step-father didn’t have any kids of his own, he doted a lot on Ignatius, thus spoiling him a lot. Ever since Ignatius was young he showed a lot of potential and talent of being a good wizard, thus receiving a lot of praise from his parents, teachers, and friends. This soon got to his head, and he became very arrogant and disrespectful towards people he considered ‘lower’ than himself, he lost a lot of friends in the process, and was out casted by most of them. At first Ignatius acted like he was fine with people ignoring him, though he actually felt a bit lonely inside. Soon he grew tired of people out casting him but was too prideful to apologize, so he decided to play truant, his mindset was changed after meeting an ‘angel’ during one of his escapes.

Trivia

-Ignatius is ambidextrous but prefers to use his left hand.

-He has 10 ear piercings in total, and over 16 tattoos

-He got his first tattoo at 13 years old ( His mother screamed at him when she found out )

-He has 1 ‘magic tattoo’ on his arm of a mini him, Ignatius will ‘activate’ mini Ignatius to dance and perform on the other tattoos he has to entertain people.

-Kelly used to be the one who’ll braid his hair but since they’re in different dorms, he recently learned to do it himself.

-Ignatius is horrible at cooking thus he hates fried eggs as he doesn’t know how to control the heat, so his eggs always end up burnt.

-Ignatius would be in Scarabia if he went to NRC

{ART CREDIT: top-left to right; Drawing done by me ( I know it sucks..sorry for scaring your eyes), Picture from V roid Mobile, Picture from Pic crew. Middle-Left to right; Yerenica from seduce the villain’s father ( I thought they looked pretty similar! Hence why I used her photo here.), Kelly’s uniform link here!, Yerenica, Bottom-Left to right; V roid mobile, Yerenica, V roid mobile}

Name: Kelly Linette

Name meaning: Kelly; Means warrior or Bright minded ( In Kelly’s case I wanted to utilize both meanings in her name, As I wanted her to be both smart and strong, someone who does not give up easily, and uses her wit and intelligence to solve problems.) Linette; Means pretty one. The name is also derived from a songbird, the Linnet. ( I wanted to use this as her surname as I wanted her to be pretty I wanted this to symbolize how she’s good at singing, like how linnet birds are known for their melodious voices.)

Age: 15 (She’s a year younger as she skipped a level/grade)

Myers Briggs Personality Type: ENFJ- T

Alinement: Neutral Good

Gender: Female

Height: 147 cm ( 4′10ft )

Hair Color: Very pale pink #ffe9f0

Eye colour: Very light Cyan #87d6eb

Dominate Hand: Right

Homeland: Empire of Fortune

Species: Human

School: Noble Swan University

Dorm: Briable

Year: 1st

Occupation: Student, famous singer

Club: Board Game Club

Best Subject: Magical Enchantments

Favorite Food: Strawberry and Milk Kakigori , Spicy food

Least Favorite Food: Cilantro

Likes: Winning, free time

Dislikes: Disappointing others/letting people down, People who shrink away from their responsibilities.

Hobby: Making enchanted Charm bracelets, exercising

Talents: Singing, weight lifting, reading and manipulating people

Unique Magic: Lucky Stars

Kelly’s Unique Magic is called “Lucky Stars”. This ability gives her an automatic and continuous supply of good luck, she’s able to use this ability by saying “ Star light, star bright, The first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight” , whenever she recites this things will always turn in her favor, be it a test or a battle, her wishes will always come true, she is able to project this into her charm bracelets, though it’s not as effective and acts more like warding charm, she’s only able to use her unique magic for a total of 40 minutes in a day, as it takes a lot of magic and effort to keep it up.

Appearance

Kelly is short and petite, with a very fair complexion. She has long pastel pink hair that is styled in a half-up do tied with her dorm ribbon, her hair ends below her butt. She has big doe like eyes that are a pale cyan, which are framed by long and thick eyelashes.(very pretty! I wanna be pretty too~~) She has a very innocent doll-like appearance. She wears grey checkered uniform ( uniform in the picture! but the skirt ends around her mid-thigh) with a ribbon of her dorm colour, tied around her collar and is secured with a white and gold brooch, she wears black mary jane shoes with lacey white ankle socks. She has a very ethereal-angel-ish vibe overall.

Personality

Kelly is very kind and understanding person, accepting everyone as they are and doesn’t judge anyone, she’s a passionate altruist, warm and selfless, sometimes even to a fault. However, Kelly is quite manipulative, she’s gifted in people reading and is natural-born leader, full of passion, charismatic charm and a natural confidence that begets influence, she isn’t always manipulating people to hurt them or for personal gain, she simply wants people to do more or better because it will benefit them or help them realize some potential. She’s likeable and trustworthy and, as a result, others are generally compelled to listen and follow her. Though Kelly can and will purposely manipulate those who treat her friends badly. Kelly has good control of her behavior and words, but she will purposely snap to those who try to use her or her friends, before simply covering up her actions with her silver tongue. “ Can’t you put on a better show for me? pretty please!” * Smiles cutely* Despite having a natural confidence, she defines her self-esteem by whether she’s are able to live up to others’ ideals, so she’s quite insecure, always wondering about what she could’ve done better. If she fails to meet a goal or people’s expectations of her, her self-confidence will undoubtedly plummet.

Backstory

Kelly came from quite a normal family, if having renowned parents were considered normal at least, her father was a famous fashion designer and her mother, a world-wide known actress, both ‘fell in love’ after Kelly’s mother was scouted as the main model for her father’s brand. Since Kelly’s parents were very prominent people in the entertainment world, she been in the spotlight since she was born. As both of Kelly’s parents were workaholics, she was often brought along business trips and photoshoots, she was famous among scouters for her beauty and sweet voice, thus it wasn’t long before Kelly herself was offered contracts. One of her contracts required her to go to the Land of Pyroxene for an advertisement, where she met a peculiar boy.

Trivia

- Kelly has a insanely high spice tolerance, she can probably eat a Carolina reaper like it’s a snack.

- Kelly doesn’t know how to use social media so she doesn’t have a magicam account...(yet)

- 1st in her grade for studies.

- Kelly has wavy hair that tangles easily, it may look super soft to run your fingers through-and it is-only if you can get through the knots first.

- Kelly is very innocent she doesn’t understand about *cough reproduction cough*

- Isn’t educated in the way of memes, trends, vines, slang.

- Kelly is gifted in singing, but she’s horrible with music instruments.

- Known as the ‘Angel’ in NSU.

- F e n c i n g

- Kelly may be small in size, but she’s surprisingly strong! She could probably carry Jack around all day if she wanted to.

-Puppy dog eyes 24/7

- Kelly sucks at computer games or any online game.

@twistinghearts @nobleswansong ( Hehe! I was anon who asked if I could tag you! I hope these OCs aren’t made super badly...)

#noble swan university #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland fandorm #twisted wonderland fan school #NSU #twistinghearts #nobleswansong

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Since the quarantine started I've been trying to keep myself in shape, and I started to do exercises every day, feeling completely incapable. 😂😂😂 Imagine Billy trying to be some sort of personal trainer for Jonathan, mostly because he noticed that he doesn't move enaugh, but also because it's funny to watch him stuggle while Will and El laugh their asses off.

first of all: i FEEL it!! dude i keep trying to do things and then my mind is like: you’re real funny to think i’m ever doing anything physical ever again

I’M CACKLING i absolutely cannot!! Billy and Jonathan's relationship w/ each other makes me laugh and this??? has me rolling. you just know Jonathan would NOT want this. he'd push so hard against this. (also sorry i kind of gave this a plot WOOPS)

Okay, if this was a modern AU/if i ever could rip my absolute love for the 80’s away from myself enough to WRITE a modern AU, i think this would make the PERFECT ONE. like….. Imagine Billy filming shitty little videos on his camera/phone for social media (snapchat or instagram or like……. Vlogging for his fitness youtube channel or some shit, idk, i don’t use social media enough but you get the idea) and being like: “Alright guys… day one of turning local twig into more than just skin and bones.”

And he’s sauntering to Jonathan’s room as he talks and turns the camera around to find Jonathan’s door open and him laying on his bed like, reading or going through his camera or something looking at and deleting pictures he doesn’t like/need/whatever and Jonathan looks up, just barely perturbed bc it’s just Billy and his door is open so he kind of asked for this and the camera catches the exact moment that Jonathan’s face switches to -oh shit oh no Billy has his camera out- and he just goes: “What are you doing?”

And Billy turns the camera back around to him and you can see Jonathan’s little head and scared little face in the background behind Billy’s shoulder as Billy says: “Training day!” with the biggest, widest, most malicious grin on his face as he fucking trust falls back onto Jonathan’s stretched out form.

And Jonathan starts scrambling trying to get up but he’s really just flailing his limbs, eyes going wide as the camera gets blurry and there’s a thump and an-

“Ooof!”

And then Billy’s cackling.

And Jonathan’s voice is strained- sounds like someone’s practically choking him- as the camera focuses on Billy’s grinning face and skinny hands that are pushing at his broad shoulders and his cheek (which makes Billy grimace bc he doesn’t like his face being touched thank you) and Jonathan says: “Get off, you’re heavy.”

“First exercise! Push me off yourself.”

“What?” Jonathan squeaks. “No! I can’t! You’re like, a million pounds.”

“Million pounds of pure muscle, baby.” Billy says as he lets all that muscle go and becomes absolute dead weight onto Jonathan who is struggling.

“I hate you so much.” Jonathan wheezes, shoving at Billy, pinching him a few times until Billy smacks Jonathan’s hand hard enough to make him whine, laughing about how that’s cheating, jackass

You’re the one who won’t get up, asshole.

Yeah, well maybe after this we need to work on your reflexes, slow poke.

And it goes on like that. At first Billy does it randomly bc it’s kind of just a joke, like: “I think I wanna mess with Jonathan today. Let’s go.”

But then he gets kinda serious about it and it becomes an actual series of videos like: “Day 5, cardio day! If he can do it, then you can do it.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

Billy shrugs, grinning at the camera with an: “I think it’s pretty funny...”

Jonathan shoves at Billy, who in turn shoulders the boy back and makes him lose his balance.

The curly haired boy sends a knowing look to the camera.

“And this is why we’re doing this.”

“Whatever.” Jonathan mutters.

And it’s kind of fun for both of them, honestly!! Jonathan gets into it (even though Billy’s a little aggressive in his ways…) and absolutely does NOT look at any of the comments. Billy does though, and likes to tell Jonathan all of the ones that 1. Playfully make fun of him and 2. Are like…… really oddly and kind of grossly horny for him (bc Jonathan’s face gets red and he always tries to run away as quickly as possible bc our boy is a Shy Lil Bean who does NOT want to hear about how some random girl or guy on the internet thinks Jonathan is “just cute enough to eat the fuck up”) there are also some extremely rude people who shit on Jonathan constantly but they’re bullies and Billy always tells them off right before blocking them completely.

ANYWAY enough of that, let’s get back to the 80’s please!

No vlogging, no comments, just Billy walking out of basketball practice to his car to go hang out with Steve, heading around the back of the gym so he can avoid as many people as possible, when he hears a very familiar sound.

He looks over, out of instinct and curiosity bc yup, it’s a body being slammed into the chain link fence that surrounds the school. And his sauntering slows, curiosity fully taking over because hey, he must know the dudes that’re fighting, and gossip is one of the only interesting things in this town and-

Shit.... Shit, he knows that floppy hair.

It’s Jonathan. Billy doesn’t have a good view of the guy who’s pushing him but the two boys behind him are Jacob and Trevor so he figures the dude acting as the aggressor must be that jackass Zack Olson. The boy’s a punk. Billy keeps a careful watch of the scene in front of him, wondering what the occasion is.

And then the boy, with a hand still on Jonathan’s jacket, reaches his fist back for a punch. Billy does all he can to keep himself from going over there. Something about the need to “fight your own battles” or whatever filtering through his head when-

The boy punches Jonathan’s stomach. Billy’s mind is racing, blood starting to boil, shifting his weight.

C’mon, bud… fight back… I know you can-

He gets shoved back against the fence again, before his shin is getting kicked and-

Nope nope nope-

Billy’s kicked into gear. He’s stalking over there, getting faster with each aggressive move and the assholes are goddamn cackling and Billy’s blood is boiling and it seems like Jonathan’s had enough at this point bc he ducks out of the way quickly and then Billy’s veering for the hole in the fence and he’s stepping through it and he slams his hand against the fence, the rest of it shaking noisily as all 4 of the boys swing their heads over to him.

“Hargrove!” calls one of the boys.

“Get out of here.”

“C’mon… we’re just having some fun-”

“Get… out... unless you want your nose broken in multiple places.”

Fear fills their eyes, but they don’t leave without a scowl.

And then Jonathan is there, coughs a little bit, and Billy’s mad.

“Hey.” Jonathan mumbles, pushing off the fence to walk past Billy but Billy grabs his wrist before he can get away.

“What was that?” He asks, teeth clenched because he’s confused and is trying to make sense of this. “You just let those guys beat you up like that?”

Jonathan shrugs.

“I don’t understand you.” Billy continues, sitting in his hip, still keeping hold of the thin wrist. “Those guys are punks… You beat up my boyfriend, didn’t you? What are you doing letting those guys do that to you?”

“I don’t like to fight.” Jonathan mumbles and Billy thinks he needs to clean out his ears.

“Don’t like to fight?” Billy laughs disbelievingly. “From what I hear you beat Steve up to a fucking pulp and you don’t like to fight? Don’t give me that shit-”

“Yeah, because Steve was saying stuff about Will and… and my mom. So.” Jonathan looks Billy in the eyes but Billy’s too busy being shocked by the words.

He knew Jonathan beat Steve up in an alley. He knew Steve did some pretty shitty stuff leading up to it. He knew Steve incited it. He knew Steve was sorry sorry so sorry... but he didn’t know it got so personal. He didn’t know Steve said shit about the Byers. Steve never wants to talk about it and, frankly, Billy never wants to ask. But this seems important. Maybe he will. Because… well-

“.... He said shit about Joyce? And Will?” Billy’s grip loosens.

“Yeah…” Jonathan mumbles, hanging his head again, shaking his wrist out of Billy’s hand. “But he- he didn’t mean it. He was just mad. He apologized. A lot… it’s fine.”

Billy’s gonna have to ask about that. But for now he’s got a shaking boy in front of him that for some reason he like…. Actually cares about now and it’s weird but it’s not horrible and… and he doesn’t wanna see this boy get hurt when he knows the boy himself can prevent it.

“Huh…. well you’ve got reflexes obviously. Don’t tell me it’s some ‘monster’ side of you or something- you’ve got practice.”

“Yeah well…. I used to….” Jonathan’s voice gets far away. “I used to have to fight my dad off...”

“Oh…. huh.” Billy knew that too. Vaguely. Knows Jonathan’s dad was an absolute asshole and Jonathan used to have to keep him at bay so he wouldn’t hurt Joyce or Will. Still doesn’t make it any less shocking to know that their little family has roots in so much pain and fear. They’re such a good family now. They didn’t let it break them apart. Joyce fought for them and… and Billy can’t think about that too much. “So what, you’re one of those guys? Hero type, won’t fight unless you need to or whatever.”

“You do the same thing.”

“Do not-”

“Most of the time you do.” Jonathan says with an eyebrow raised. “C’mon Billy, you can cut the tough guy shit. I know you now.”

Billy’s not having it. “Yeah, whatever, this is about you. Maybe if you had some more meat on your bones they wouldn’t be able to push you around like that.”

“It’s not that, they’re just jerks-”

“Yeah, and you’re not exactly intimidating-”

“It’s fine, Billy, stop pretending like you care-”

“I do care, you asshole.”

“Then quit worrying. I’m fine, I’ll take care of myself, I can handle it… it’s fine. I just don’t like fighting.”

Billy’s irritated, but he’s too tired to fight because he already knows the two of them could go at it forever. He just watches Jonathan shrug his shoulders harshly as he backs up before he turns, slips through the hole in the fence, and stalks away.

Billy rolls his eyes.

But when he’s with Steve, he brings it up. The fact that he saw Jonathan after school (Steve asked how he’s doing), the fact that he saw Jonathan getting beat up (Steve sat up with concern and asked if he stopped them), the fact that Jonathan told him he doesn’t like to fight (Steve nodded with understanding, like he knew that already), the fact that-

“Jonathan said you said shit about Will and Joyce.”

“Hu-... oh…”

“That’s why he beat you up.”

“I… I didn’t mean it. He knows I didn’t. I swear I didn’t, I was just… it was a lot that was happening and-” Steve is stammering. Billy starts to feel bad about it. “-there’s no excuses. No no, there’s no excuses, I shouldn’t make excuses, I was an asshole and I shouldn’t have said that shit no matter how angry I was because they… they didn’t do anything and Will is such a good kid and Joyce is like… one of the only people that actually ever seems to care and-”

“Babe.”

“And I didn’t mean it, I swear-”

“Babe.”

“H-huh?”

“I know.” Billy says, grabbing hold of Steve’s face to get him to calm the hell down. Steve breathes.

But Billy still doesn’t know what to do about Jonathan. And Steve tries to reassure him that- “He knows what he’s doing. We know he can fight them off he just… doesn’t want to. Can’t make a horse eat the hay or…. Whatever it is. What is it? Can’t get an old dog to… drink from a river?”

Billy rolls his eyes, but his heart beats a little faster.

“You’re such a dumbass.”

Steve tries to be resentful but he’s being kissed so he doesn’t exactly have the opportunity.

But Billy isn’t okay with this!!! He truthfully doesn’t know how Jonathan even has the reflexes he does still bc Lonnie’s been gone for a while and all the boy does nowadays is lay around the house…. Literally that’s it. At any given moment of any given day he’s laying on the couch, laying in his bed, or running around with his camera- and by ‘running’, he really means ‘ambling’ bc the boy has absolutely no sense of urgency.

He likes to say that he had “enough urgency back when I thought my brother was dead. I’d like to take a break now.” but Billy likes to say: “That was two years ago, you lazy fucker.”

So.

And Billy can’t really be lead to believe that sex with Nancy is that much of a fuckng cardio work out. Billy doesn’t know hardly any details of the two and their sex life because he doesn’t want to know but Billy can bet the two of them are the most vanilla people on the planet. And Nancy is tiny, it’s not like lifting her would be that much of a physical strain. For anyone.

So...

He’s like…. upset about this. Jonathans carries himself very differently when he’s at home than when he’s at school but it still bothers Billy bc why. And he figures it must be bc the boy just isn’t physically capable of being confident in a place with so many people. Figures maybe Jonathan just wants to be invisible when he's at school and so he shrinks but Billy just doesn't understand. And now all I can think about is Billy being a really fucking aggressive version of Glinda from Wicked and Jonathan is Elphaba and Billy just stands in Jonathan’s doorway, large and intimidating presence that he is, and says: “Jonathan, I’ve decided to make you my new project.”

And Jonathan, who’s laying in bed eating popcorn and flipping through his photo album as he listens to R.E.M. just gives a very disinterested look in Billy’s direction and says: “You really don’t have to do that.”

And Billy sits in his hip and raises and eyebrow and rolls his eyes and says: “I know…” on a sigh, with a vaguely exhausted and yet somehow cocky “That’s what makes me so nice.” tagged onto the end.

“Think I’m gonna have to disagree-”

“No time. C’mon. We’re going for a run.”

And Billy tries not to give the boy much of a chance, but he makes it so difficult. For as thin and lazy as the boy seems to be, Jonathan has a lot of fucking endurance. He can fight Billy on this forever and Billy really just wants to pick him up and throw him in front of the weights and make him lift them but like… he knows he can’t so he gives up for the day.

But then one day he catches Jonathan asleep on the couch.

So he scares him awake.

“Shit!” Jonathan jerks, sitting up and looking into Billy’s face and sighing harshly. “Billy! Are you trying to kill me?”

“Did that get your heart rate up?”

“Yeah, you nearly scared me to death.”

“Great, we’re going for a run.”

“No.”

“Yes, we are. 5 laps around the house and then we’ll see where you’re at, c’mon.”

“Billy I said no.” And Jonathan pushes himself up and starts heading to the kitchen but Billy just isn’t having this because… because he knows Jonathan was getting smacked around again yesterday. Knows he got harassed after gym class. Billy saw it. He’s mad about it and he thinks he can do something about it so he’s gonna and…

Billy grabs hold of the back of Jonathan’s shirt and yanks him back.

“Billy!”

“You think you’re good? Fine then, fight me.”

“No.”

And Billy keeps hold of Jonathan’s shirt even as he struggles out of the way and Billy knows the boy used to be able to hit and take a punch in return but he just… he needs to really know. If Jonathan can get away from him then he’ll leave him alone but only then.

Jonathan struggles. “Let go of me.”

“You get away yourself.”

“Billy-”

And Billy pulls Jonathan back some more so he can pin him against the wall aggressively and Jonathan shrinks and Billy’s got him against the wall, hand to his chest, arm’s distance away from him, waiting for Jonathan to fight back and-

“Fight back.”

“I don’t want to!”

“Do it. Try and get away.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m at home! I don’t… I don’t wanna fight in my house! Not in the house, just-stop. What if Will walks in?”

And the words strike Billy harshly. Like he’s the one that’s taken a blow, like Jonathan just punched him and-

And suddenly Billy feels like an absolute asshole. Because he’s being a bully. He’s bullying Jonathan in his own home, even when he’s being asked to stop. He’s an aggressor. He’s being their fucking father and maybe the intent isn’t malicious but that doesn’t change a whole fucking lot, now does it? He knows it doesn’t. He loosens his grip, unsure how he could have let himself get this far. He tries to convince himself that it’s not like that... but he knows that Will wouldn’t see it that way if he were to walk in.

He lets go of Jonathan. They stand there in silence.

But Billy’s still just not okay with this.

“I just… I don’t wanna see you get pushed around anymore.”

Jonathan rolls his eyes.

“Then look away.”

Billy growls.

“No, you idiot. Don’t you… you affect Will too, y’know!”

Jonathan eyes Billy darkly. “Yeah, what are you talking abou-”

“What do you think he would think if he saw you getting pushed around? He’s gonna think it’s okay to let people do that to him!” Billy’s getting riled up and really he feels kind of stupid being so affected by these people he gave absolutely zero shits about a little over a year ago but… but now.

Jonathan’s mouth screws up in thought and irritation. Billy’s trying to hit it home.

“He’s not gonna stand up for himself because you don’t.”

Jonathan slumps against the wall. Billy thinks he’s got him.

“I still don’t see why you care.” Jonathan mumbles, eyeing Billy with a curiosity that’s colored with disdain and Billy’s a little sick of that face.

“Because you guys are my family now, jackass.”

Jonathan scoffs disbelievingly. “I really never would have pegged you for being such a ‘family guy’, Billy.”

The words leave something bitter in Billy’s system. He licks his teeth . “Yeah, well, maybe I don’t wanna be like those assholes.”

Jonathan sizes Billy up for a second… and Billy knows he’s got him.

“Fine.”

Billy’s grin becomes shark-like. If that scared look on Jonathan’s face is regret… well it’s too late for that.

And so Joyce comes home from her shift at the store to find her son…. Running…. Around the outside of the house……

“Uhm… Hi honey.” Joyce climbs to the porch, turning around as Jonathan stops in front of her.

“H-uh… huh… huh… huh…h-uh-”

“Don’t stop! Who said you could stop?!” Comes a voice that makes Joyce jump.

Billy jogs up, looking up at Joyce and giving a polite smile.

“Hi!” He says, hands on his hips, slightly out of breath but looking rather unbothered compared to Jonathan who’s currently bent over wheezing.

“Uhhhhhm…. What’s going on?”

“Jonathan’s my new workout buddy!” Billy says triumphantly, patting a large hand harshly on Jonathan’s back and causing the boy to cough in response.

Joyce looks concerned. Billy’s not too worried about it.

“Uh huh. Alright then… well, I’m just gonna start on… dinner…. Then….”

“Sounds good.” Billy pats Jonathan’s back harshly, barking again once Joyce has her back turned. “Alright, 5 more!”

“B-but! We just did 5!”

“Yup, and we’re doing 5 more. C’mon, the longer you stay standing the harder it’s gonna be, now move!”

And Jonathan’s getting shoved and then the two are running, Jonathan flailing a bit more with every step he takes but hey…. All that stuff about Rome and taking time and whatever… Billy thinks that applies here.

And so the two of them work out and Jonathan kind of 100% wants to quit every time they start (esp bc Billy seems to know exactly when it’s inconvenient for Jonathan to start working out and picks that exact moment to bug him) but…. It kind of feels good... he guesses.

And Billy pushes hard at first. And he makes Jonathan eat more. Like… a lot more. So much more, in fact, that the boy vomits and Billy realizes he may need to pull back because: Hey…. maybe he can’t force too much too quickly. He’s just trying to get the boy to carbo-load so he gets some kind of muscle.

He wants to track it too (because maybe this is his calling or something), so he asks Jonathan for his camera and pulls him in front of a wall.

“Uhhh… please just… just be careful with it.” Jonathan insists, holding onto his camera until the last possible second but eventually having to concede to allowing the camera to lay in Billy’s large hands.

“It’s fine.”

“Put the strap on. It can’t fall if you-”

“I’m not putting on the stupid little strap, I’m not trying to look like a loser, I’m just trying to get a picture.” and then he’s twisting and flipping the camera around in his hands, mumbling: “Now how do I…?”

“Be careful.”

“I’ve got it!” Billy barks, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m just looking for the-shit!”

“Ah!” Jonathan cries, moving lightning fast towards his camera and catching it before it hits the ground. His breath is labored from his fear. “What the hell! Be careful, asshole!”

Billy’s heart is racing too, fear flashing in his eyes as he watched the camera start to fall to the ground. He takes a second to collect himself.

“Cool. Good. I was just testing your reflexes.”

“Yeah, it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re a clumsy piece of shit.”

“Hey.” Billy growls, reaching to grab for the camera again but Jonathan holds it away. “Keep that up and I break it for real.”

“Yeah yeah.” Jonathan says, completely unconvinced, flopping the camera strap around Billy’s neck and catching his head a bit.

“Hey, watch the hair!”

“Woops.” Jonathan mocks like a piece of shit and Billy’s gonna fight him just for being irritating. Jonathan steps back up against the wall once he’s satisfied that the strap is on properly.

“Alright, say cheese.”

“Cheese.” Jonathan mumbles and the flash goes off.

And the two of them work out every day!! And every week Billy pushes Jonathan to stand against the wall and takes some pictures, some with him flexing (I feel stupid, Yeah well you’ll feel less stupid once you’ve got something to flex, now shut up and stay still).

And Jonathan is sore. Like… all the time. El laughs about it when she tries to mess around with him and he winces in pain. Will is a little worried but it makes him giggle.

One day the two kids are sitting in the room, eating lunch and watching TV, when Billy decides it’s time to lift weights in the living room. And so they do. And Jonathan’s just lifting the bar and it’s difficult. And Billy likes to show off so he’s lifting a shitton and yelling at Jonathan to keep up and it’s hard and the kids start laughing.

Jonathan whines a bit, setting the bar down and asking Billy quietly if maybe they can do this later because…. Well… he’s embarrassed.

And that just won’t do. He’s not okay with that. Because he’s having Jonathan do this so that they can both be good examples for these kids and they’re laughing?

So Billy sets his weights down and walks in front of the kids and El glares him down bc he’s “in the way” and Will seems kind of nervous bc Billy has that glint in his eye and then-

“Ah! Wait! Billy!”

Billy scoops Will up and carries him over to Jonathan and shoves a squirming Will into Jonathan’s arms.

“Weight training.” Billy supplies by way of answer, and Jonathan is laughing bc Will is wriggling and he’s hard to hold like this but Billy’s too busy walking over to El who’s so busy cracking up over on the couch that she doesn’t notice Billy is currently headed towards her on a mission… until he picks her up and then she’s squealing and he turns to Jonathan with a: “Get to it!”

And Billy starts curling with El is his arms and she’s squealing and wriggling and all 4 of them are laughing and Hop is most definitely confused when he comes home in his break between shifts.

But progress is made! And one day Jonathan comes home from work to find Steve lazing around on the couch with Billy, the both of them in crop tops and short exercise shorts, and Jonathan knows this is nothing good. Because there’s a bag next to the couch and Jonathan thinks maybe he should just turn back around and try to hang out with Nancy or something because-

“Finally! We’ve been waiting around for you!” Billy calls out, rolling himself off the couch and picking up the bag and oh no.

“Hey Johnny!” Steve calls from the couch and Jonathan is supremely uncomfortable whenever Steve calls him that but he does it so often and he can’t think too much about it bc the bag is being shoved into his chest.

“Put these on.”

Jonathan peeks into the bag and closes it quickly.

“No.” Jonathan whines.

“Shut up just put them on.”

“Why?”

“Because you wear the same sweats every time we work out and they’re gross, now put them on.”

And now the kids are really laughing…. Like REALLY laughing…. Bc the the three boys are wearing crop tops and short exercise shorts as they work out in the living room and Billy took one of his hair ties and tied up Jonathan’s fringe so there’s a little tuft at the top of his head bc: “We’re doing burpees and your hair is gonna get in the way, dummy.”

And it’s just funny.

Jonathan can’t say he agrees. he also can't really laugh while he’s busy wheezing.

But he’s doing well! And he starts getting some muscle and he didn’t think it’d feel this good but like… gym doesn’t totally suck anymore. And he’s not as tired 24/7. And his body like… starts feeling good when he and Billy start to exercise. To the point that when they take a day off he feels bad... almost empty.

And Billy is so proud of him! And yeah, it’s not like Jonathan’s gonna try out for the basketball team or anything, but when guys try to push him around in the hallway now he’s surprisingly sturdy. He plants his feet and he’s practically a rock and guys are confused by it. When guys try to push him against fences they just can’t. People stop bothering him. They murmur about how “the freak got like… strong all of a sudden”

And Billy couldn’t be prouder. Really, he feels like he should do this professionally.

Although… Nancy is pretty confused when she walks into the dark room in search of her boyfriend (who is absolutely fed up with her nonsense of not listening to him when the light says to stay out) and she hugs him from behind and asks: “Uh… what’s that?”

Bc Jonathan is developing all the pictures they’ve taken and… well…

“Who took those?” She asks, grabbing for them no matter how much Jonathan protests that you’re gonna ruin them, be careful

“Uh… Billy took them.”

“Billy? Hargrove? Took pictures of you… shirtless? And flexing?”

Jonathan’s about to melt to the floor in embarrassment. Nancy is giggling.

“Did you guys take them for me, or what?”

Jonathan’s head is in his hands. He’s gonna die.

“Y’know how I told you we’ve been working out?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“He wanted pictures to... document the progress. He gets a power trip off of it or something.”

“Oh my god, Jonathan, are you wearing a crop top in this one?!”

Jonathan is absolutely going to die.

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OMG! Now you are the best writer in my heart! I'm crying because your writing is so wonderful! Headcanons about Kise and Aomine are so soft! I in love with them! May I ask scenario about Kise female best friend who helps Kaijo boys (if you read Replace novel, you know their problems) with group date preparation.

A/N: I remember that being one of my favorite chapters, so thank you for the cute request! I’ve also decided to change the scenario up a little and have Kise’s best friend help them out after seeing them fail the first time & I tried something ‘special’ featuring Kise, so I hope you like it! ( ᵘ ꒳ ᵘ )

Tags: Kaijo x reader ✅ SFW ✅ friendship ✅ fluff ✅

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Summer school festival - Kaijo x reader

You were just about to leave school, take the bus back home, and end this tiring schoolday as your phone suddenly began vibrating. One look at the screen was enough to cheer you up.

“Kise, what’s up? It’s quite rare of you to call me...something wrong?”

“(Y/N)-cchi, I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I’ll need your help with something.“

——

“Damn it Kise what are we waiting for now?!“

The five stars of the Kaijo basketball club had all gathered at the main entrance of their school, planning on going to pick up girls. The idea originated from Moriyama, who had proudly stated that summer supposedly was the best time for festivities and ideally those activities are meant for pairs. So today’s mission was to look for a crowded place and try to get to know as many girls as possible...and that’s where you come in.

Your friend already had some suspicions considering his teammates, since they didn’t have that many skills in such flirty situations. He knew that some of them - Kasamatsu and Hatakawa - had no experience whatsoever with girls while others - Moriyama and Kobori - were just having some light problems they needed help with.

The others were slowly getting impatient and intended on leaving for the station and just as they had set foot past the main gates, the basketball club ran into you.

“(Y/N)-cchi, there you are!”, shouted the yellow-haired man as a bright grin adorned his features. He ran up to you and wrapped his arms around your body, signalizing just how happy he was to see you.

Wordlessly you returned his hug and patted his back, your eyes though were fixated on the men behind him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”, asked Moriyama gently.

As gentle as you could, you escaped your best friend’s arms and bowed to the other four.

“My name is (Y/N) (L/N). It’s a pleasure to finally be able to meet the rumored Kaijo basketball club personally.”

Only the tall man who had asked for an introduction answered, while all the others just nodded or didn’t say anything at all.

Hm...were they always so cold? They appear so talkative on the court, but in person, they seem quite distant...

“So uhm...Miss (L/N)...what are you here for exactly, if I may ask.”

The young man who uttered that question was quite tall and slim, had spiky brown hair but nonetheless appeared to be a nice person deep down. You actually appreciated what he’d asked since you had been wondering the exact same thing all the way to this school, but before you could even answer the man next to you took the initiative.

“I invited her to come with us!”

“You did what?!”

——

On your way to the station, Kise had explained the entire situation to you and his teammates.

In summary, this man truly believed that you would prove to be the best teacher and helper for them to overcome their inexperience and fear of women, and in order for you to get a good picture of their current standpoint, you had to watch them try and pick up girls.

Honestly speaking, it wasn’t the best idea, but it was so ‘Kise-like’ that even if you wanted to, you couldn’t refuse. His nice personality that made sure to always help people out is one of the many qualities that made you so fond of him.

So here you were, looking at five determined young men, raring to go out there and find their potential counterpart.

That was the plan at least...

Half an hour had passed during which three of them had taken turns in trying to talk to some random girls, one of them even tried speaking to the same woman who had dumped his teammate some minutes ago. Now just the captain and Kise were the only ones missing, but if there was one thing you knew and expected then it was for your best friend to actually steal the entire show and win over five or more girls at the same time, so before that happened you wanted to at least see just what kind of problem the man, who proudly wore the number 4 on his back, was trying to resolve. So instead of standing there and wondering on your own, you decided to just straight out ask him, but the moment he saw you approaching, he froze up.

After such a crushing defeat, the blond took it upon himself to initiate a second try and managed to invite five girls to join him and his teammates for a cup of tea. During their time at the coffee shop, you had taken a seat on a table for two which was close enough to theirs, listening and as subtly as possible observing the team’s behavior...

“You guys are hopeless as of right now”, you stated after everyone had gathered close to the fountain once again, “...but if the four of you are willing to overcome your current issues, I might have some tips ready.”

“(Y/N)-cchi, it’s so unfair that you only want to help them! What about me?”, complained Kise with his typical pouting grimace. It took you quite some time to get used to it and become immune, but at times like this, it really did pay off. Convincing this man was another problem you had to fully master, so you chose your words as carefully as you could, explaining that he didn’t need that much advice as the others.

On your way back home, you recalled today’s events with a small smile on your face.

Alright, if I remember correctly there was one very handsome and tall guy, who failed because he instantly started talking about how meeting that young girl was his destiny.

Then we had the other one who straight out asked one of them if they wanted some tea...great pickup line, huh?

There was also a loud but cute one who aske-...screamed at the same girl that rejected the spiky-haired one...

The captain, Kasamatsu I believe was so embarrassed and impressed with the chest size of that one girl at the cafe that he straight out said ‘oppai’ instead of ‘kanpai’...

After giggling to yourself you began thinking of possible ways to actually help them out, but you were quick to notice that this might become a greater challenge than expected. There were countless possibilities for dates or places where they could meet girls, but you didn’t know what the perfect scenario might be.

Suddenly your phone vibrated in your pocket and as you looked at the message you had just received, an idea you urgently needed to share with your best friend struck you almost immediately.

——

The rest of the week passed by in a flash and before any of you knew it, the day of your school’s festival had finally arrived.

“Miss (Y/N) hello.“, greeted Moriyama as soon as the five of them had met up with you at the promised spot. As soon as you saw that all of them had dressed up, you immediately began smiling to yourself, hoping that they wouldn’t notice the faint blush that adorned your cheeks.

“Good evening everyone, I’m glad to see that you guys found the way without any problems!“

It didn’t take Kise too long to run up to you and start complaining about how you’ve left him in the dark and ignored all his messages and questions concerning today’s plans. All you could do was pat his head and apologize for it.

“I know I shouldn’t have kept it hidden from you, but I figured it would be best if I told you guys about my plan today, so I could spare you from overthinking it too much.“

“That’s so nice of you, thank you very much!! We’ll be in your care tonight!!“, yelled the young man whom you remembered as Hayakawa and bowed to you multiple times, the action earning him a lot of curious glances from your classmates who passed by. It did take you some time to actually get him to stop his formal apology and you even got help from someone quite unexpected, namely Kasamtasu.

So he can do it if he wants to...

“Alright then, let me tell you guys what I came up with“, you began and lowered your voice, “some of my classmates are actually quite interested in basketball and as they heard that I know Kise they immediately started asking me if I could introduce them to him, but that wish extended the moment he joined Kaijo...and soon they wanted me to introduce you to them as well.“

The more you elaborated the more they understood in which direction this talk was headed, as for their thoughts...they varied, but out of respect to you they remained silent and kept on listening.

“So the moment my classmate reminded of today, I figured: why not invite you guys and finally introduce you to them.”

Kobori nodded slowly and placed a finger on his chin: ”That might actually work out...”

You smiled confidently and put your hands on your hips, striking a slight victory pose. “Oh, it will, since your interest and knowledge in basketball will be of great aid and advantage, since a lot of girls these days are really fond of you basketball players. And besides...have you actually noticed something peculiar?”

“Something peculiar you say..?”, repeated Moriyama who looked around, wondering just what you could possibly mean with that.

“Well compared to the girls at the station, you can actually talk pretty normal to me, right?“

The moment realization hit them several loud and surprised ‘oh’s escaped their mouths.

“Fact is that the four of you have no real problem talking with girls...your approaches are the main reason for concern.”

You turned to Hayakawa and began listing the results of your observations as well as giving them individual advice for the planned ‘group date’ that was about to follow.

Hayakawa, an ambitious young man who didn’t know how to tame his loud personality as well as his obvious love for the ball sport. That eagerness and dedication is actually quite the positive character trait a lot of women look for in a man, so his only obstacle would be to slowly drift off from basketball as a topic and strive for one which was more centered on the romantic life. So the advice you gave him was that he should begin imagining the date as some sort of basketball game. He - the player - had to somehow maneuver his way to the hoop which was the successful date or conversation, the girl would be the ball, and the enemies that try to block his way his passion for basketball.

Kobori, a really respectful and innocent young man who has no experience whatsoever and knows almost nothing about girls or pickup lines. Someone like that is quite rare to find and even if he may see it as some kind of disadvantage, you first and foremost reassured him that his ‘pureness’ is quite beneficial for girls who were in the same situation as him. It’s better to be unexperienced together and advance as a pair than solo. Your advice? ‘Be yourself and don’t be embarrassed to state that you’ve got no experience at all since that alone is commendable enough considering your age, looks, and club affinity.’

Moriyama, the ‘pitiful handsome guy’ who believed that every encounter with the female gender was fated and destined for greatness. His nickname already gave anyone who witnessed his way of flirting a sufficient idea of what the problem with this man might be. He had the looks and gentleness for it, but the moment he opened his mouth it all went downhill for him, his conversation partner, and the success of the dialog. It was hard to give him advice since the idea of fateful meetings was deeply rooted in his head, so all you told him was that he should bring that topic up more subtly and maybe combine fate with some pickup lines since you had no doubt that if someone could pull off such cheesy sayings then that would be him.

Last but not least Kasamatsu the captain who barely managed a single word when women were around. For some unknown reason, he seemed afraid of the female kind, but he at least knew what he wanted, and back at the cafe he also proved to be somewhat capable of expressing that. So your advice to him was to actually let his actions speak for himself. Like that he’d get somewhat accustomed to the girl’s presence and that would make it easier for him to start a conversation, additionally, the fact that your classmates were also interested in basketball would help the captain out the most.

As for Kise, well...he was your best friend, and during all these shared years of friendship you’ve pretty much told him everything concerning ‘problems’ he might have during such group dates. He was a desired and flashy young man who had a very unique sense of humor that was well received amongst his peers - female as well as male. The only problem was that he rarely managed to concentrate on one person and that, of course, hurt his conversation partner. Your advice to him was simple: turn your back to the crowd and face her and her alone.

After you had finally finished sharing your thoughts they all looked at you with wide, impressed, and somewhat loving eyes.

Sadly the group of girls came earlier than expected so the boys couldn’t manage to thank you properly, but you didn’t mind that and just sent them off with a smile on your face, hoping they’d have a good time and finally succeed in picking up girls. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt lonely after literally sending off five people on a date with some other female students, but that loneliness soon perished as some moments later you heard a familiar voice calling out your name...

#knb scenarios #knb imagines #knb x reader #kaijo x reader #knb fluff #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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Told You You’d Kill It (Romione)

Hermione is stressed about her upcoming history presentation; Ron provides his usual comforting presence. And cookies.

Muggle high school AU, almost entirely fluff, 1474 words

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“Ugh.” Ron shoved his books to one side and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all different directions. Hermione hid a smile as Ron drew his hands inside his jumper sleeves.

Through a yawn, he continued, “I’m done. I’m so tired.” Probably from his basketball training, but schoolwork was also a struggle for him, she knew. And they’d been studying in the library for several hours now. No wonder he was exhausted.

She glanced at the document on her laptop. “I’m nearly done. Do you mind if we stay here a little longer?”

Ron yawned again. “Sure thing, ‘Mione.” He set both hands on the table and stayed there for a second, then pushed his chair backwards and hauled himself to standing. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

He walked around to the other side of the table. “Can you stand up for a sec?”

She wasn’t quite sure what he had in mind, but he was hard to say no to like this, all sleepy and soft. So she stood up and he planted himself in the chair. Realising his meaning, she smiled.

“This way you can work on your presentation, and I can hug you,” he explained.

She settled herself on his lap. His arms went around her waist from behind, sending a delightful shiver up her spine. She adjusted the position of her laptop and set to typing again. Her presentation was still a week away, but it was an important one.

Ron lifted an arm from around her. She hadn’t realised how warm his embrace was until his arm had moved, leaving her waist oddly cold. With his now-free hand, he started to rub slow circles between her shoulder blades, and she turned her head slightly as though to try and see what he was doing.

“You’re stressed, ‘Mione. You’re all tense,” he said. “What’s going on?”

“This presentation is big. I have to get this script right.” She hoped he’d understand. His attitude towards such things was a little more blase, but…

“You’re going to kill it.” His hand kept tracing those gentle circles on her back. “I know you will. You’re amazing at history.”

Hopefully. Hopefully she could convince the moderating teacher of that, too.

Ron returned his arm to her waist, locking his fingers in front of her. “How much left to write?”

“A couple of paragraphs.” She knew it, but glanced at her outline just to be sure. “Then a conclusion, and then I’ll be done.”

“Ok. Smash out those paragraphs. Kick their butts. Whatever. You got this.” He let out another barely stifled yawn.

“I’ll try to be quick.” She smiled.

Ron leant his head against her shoulder and shifted a little, settling into a more comfortable position. He was so warm, and she almost felt like she was disappearing into his long arms. Not that she minded. Having him right there at her back loosened some of her tense muscles. His was a solid, comforting presence. She let go of her clenched jaw—he was always reminding her not to do that—and gave her laptop a determined stare. These last two paragraphs would be manageable. And they would be good.

He’d started snoring, a soft rumble that she both heard and felt. Normally she complained about any noise while she was trying to study—Ron could definitely attest to that statement—but somehow this sound was cosy, almost homely. In the otherwise silent library, just behind his snoring, she could hear his heartbeat too, a steady pulse against her back.

Trying not to move too much, she typed a sentence, erased two words, added a clause, wrote another sentence. Then another. And another.

He ran a hand through his hair and realised he hadn’t properly cleaned up after that flour bag had exploded in his face. Leaving food tech class messy was pretty normal, but still. He swiped at it again and returned his attention to the numbers on the classroom doors. Hermione was giving her presentation in D34, he knew, but he hadn’t been in this part of the school very much, and he couldn’t see D34. D12, 13, and 14, yes, but no D34. He could picture her, 5’2” of passion and brains as she lectured the class on African history. That was her favourite part of the class, so of course she’d chosen it for her presentation. He’d seen her in the corridor briefly this morning and she’d been visibly stressed; some of her fingernails had borne chewed edges, and she hadn’t been able to stand still. The topic meant a lot to her, he knew. But he also knew that she was going to kill it; she could lecture on a subject with a single-minded drive that he found both terrifying and kind of hot. And she knew her material back to front. She knew everything back to front. When he’d called her the other night she said she’d been practising with her parents and another friend, and that she hoped it was enough. He knew it would be. He’d heard the speech too, and it was awesome. The teachers were going to love it.

“Ron!” The voice came from behind him and he spun around. Hermione was pelting up the corridor towards him, her curly hair flying wildly out behind her. Most importantly, she was smiling broadly, and he grinned too. Her expression could only mean one thing.

When she reached him, he swept her into a hug so excitedly he lifted her off her feet. Laughing, she clung to his shoulders.

“See,” he told her, still holding her firmly around the waist, “told you you’d kill it.”

“One of the teachers, he said some really nice stuff to me on my way out,” she said. “And all the class seemed to like it and I can’t be a hundred percent sure but I think that has to mean—”

“That you did an amazing job? Yes.” He set her down. “I knew that already. Because you’re amazing and you’re super smart.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Thanks. I guess I found it hard to believe until I’d done it. I was a bit stressed.”

“Really?” He straightened her uniform collar. “I had no idea.”

She laughed. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t drive you too crazy.”

“Nope. You’re smart and you want to do well. Don’t ever dumb yourself down for me. I love you as you are.” He bent down and kissed her forehead. “I love you, ‘Mione. Even when you’re stressed and a little out of it.”

“I love you too.” She threw her arms around his waist. “Thanks for believing in me.”

He grinned. “I know how absolutely incredible you are. Even when you forget.”

She pulled back a little and, with a small smile, said, “You have chocolate on your nose.”

“Whoops. Food tech.” He rubbed his nose.

“Here, let me.”

He crouched obligingly down and let her clean the chocolate off. “We made cookies. You want one? They’re reserved only for people who killed their presentations.” He swung his bag off his shoulder and rummaged in it for the warm box.

Hermione took two; she shoved one right into her mouth and let out a small sigh of happiness. “These are amazing,” she said, once she’d swallowed. “Thank you.”

He also happened to know that sometimes when she got stressed her appetite disappeared, so he always tried to bring her food after the stressful event. It was important to make sure she ate enough. “I was wondering if you wanted to take this afternoon off studying,” he suggested. “Go see a movie?”

“Little Women?” Her eyes lit up. She’d wanted to see that movie for weeks, but hadn’t found the time or the headspace.

He grinned. “Yep. I got us tickets.”

She opened her mouth, looking mildly conflicted.

He cut her off. “No studying this afternoon. You’ve earned an afternoon off.”

“I suppose there were only one or two things I was going to do today…” she admitted.

“Do ‘em tomorrow. Nothing’s due for like a month, right?”

She smiled. “No. No due dates coming up soon.” He might not have had her head for memorising historical dates, but he knew her assessment calendar as well as he knew his own. Possibly better. It was important that he be able to plan his cookie baking.

He returned his bag to his shoulder and jokingly offered her his arm. “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?”

“Shopping centre where the bus stops.”

She nodded and slipped her hand into his. “Thank you. Again.”

He was going to suggest she could call it repayment for helping him with his English a couple of weeks ago, but really he was just as excited about this as she was. Spending time with his incredible girlfriend was his favourite thing to do.

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blurry-fics · 4 years

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Chasing Cars

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Profanity

Word Count: 1616

Request: Hey! May I request a Josh x Male reader where the reader is like in love with Josh since they're children but he's hesitant bc he's not sure that Josh will like him back and as TØP is getting more popular and this stop him too (It's quite messy I know I'm sorry 😅 But do whatever you want lol I just had this idea so I'm not sure if u want to do it fully but do whatever please you! 💕)

Author’s Note: Although this fic is named after Chasing Cars, it’s not really based on the song (although there’s a small reference at the end). I just listened to it while I was writing and thought it fit nicely. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one! :) (picture credit)

Waves crashed in the distance as you sat on the beach, listening to your friends tell stories of what they had been up to lately. The fire in front of you illuminated their faces and kept everyone from getting too cold. It had been warm earlier in the day, but the breeze coming in off the shore made things feel that much colder. You pulled your sweatshirt sleeves a little further down your hands.

“Hey,” Darcy smiled, taking a seat next to you. She was holding two cups in her hands. “I brought you some soda.”

“Thanks,” you said, grabbing the cup from her hand. The condensation on the outside of it didn’t do much to help your cold hands.

“How are you doing? I feel like you’ve been off by yourself all night.”

You shrugged. Darcy was the one who organized these get-togethers for all of your friends, so you didn’t really want to disappoint her by saying you weren’t feeling very good. Your mind was just focused on other things tonight.

“I had a long week,” you said, sipping at a tiny amount of your drink. “I’m just tired.”

“Oh, come on.” Darcy nudged your shoulder. “You really think that I’m going to believe that? I’ve known you since we were six.”

“It’s stupid.”

She sighed and stood up, holding a hand out to you. “Come with me.”

You reluctantly grabbed her hand and allowed her to pull you up to a standing position. A couple of people looked your way as she dragged you off to a quieter area, out of earshot of anyone else.

“Is this about what I think it is?” she asked, still keeping her voice quiet.

“Darcy, stop. We really don’t need to talk about-”

“Have you even talked to him?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

Your eyes roamed the dark beach until you saw Josh. He was running barefoot through the sand, throwing a frisbee around with some of your other friends. A small smile appeared on your lips.

“No,” you answered, turning back to her. “Look at him, he’s having fun with his friends. I don’t want to drag him away from that.”

“I really think you’re just making excuses not to tell him.”

“For good reason.” Darcy crossed her arms. “For starters, his band is starting to get really popular. Even if I did tell him how I felt, it’ll only be so long until he’s introduced to a whole world of people who are so much prettier, funnier, smarter, and more talented than me. Then there’s the problem with not knowing if he even likes guys which, you know, kind of poses an issue for me. And, on top of that, there’s the fact that I’ve liked him since we were like seven. Don’t you think something would have happened by now if he felt the same?”

Your chest was heaving by the time you finished your rant. Darcy was still staring you down, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. You two didn’t often fight about this subject, but after hearing the same things repeated in your head all night, you were frustrated with having to go over the list another time.

“The only reason nothing has happened is because both of you are too fucking scared to make the first move!” Her eyes went wide as she realized exactly what she had just confessed to you. “Shit, I told Josh that I wasn't going to get in the middle of this.”

“You knew he liked me?”

“Yes! Why do you think I always pushed so hard for you to tell him how you feel?”

“I thought you were just being supportive…”

“For good reason,” she smiled. “Now will you please go talk to him?”

You looked over your shoulder at Josh again. He was still playing frisbee. “I guess I have no reason not to.”

“Exactly. You’ve got this, Y/N.”

You took one more sip of your drink, passed your cup off to Darcy, and then made your way down the beach towards Josh. Your hands started to shake a little more with each step that you took in his direction.

“Josh!” you called as you got closer, not wanting to get in the line of fire of the frisbee. “Can you come over here for a second?”

“Yeah!”

He waved to his frisbee friends, letting them know he was out of the game for now, and then came jogging over to you. You wondered how he wasn’t freezing in just basketball shorts and a hoodie.

“Hey,” he smiled, putting his hands on his hips as he caught his breath. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if we could talk? You know, catch up and stuff.”

“Yeah, totally,” he grinned. “Let’s go.”

The two of you started to walk along the beach, slowly getting closer to the water. Josh didn’t say anything, so you figured it was on you to get the conversation going. You wanted to dive right in to talking about your feelings but decided that wasn’t the best idea since you hadn’t seen him in a few months.

“How have you been?” you asked.

“I’ve been good,” he nodded. “Just working on the band and stuff. Touring. It takes up a surprising amount of my time. What about you?”

“Nothing quite that exciting. I’ve just been working and saving up so that I can do more traveling.”

You turned and finally got a good look at him. He had dyed his hair pink since the last time that you had seen him, although the color was starting to fade. Everything else about him still seemed the same, which was comforting. Part of you always worried that one day Josh would come back from tour completely different.

That is, if he ever came back at all.

“You should get a job on our crew or something. That way you could work and travel,” he smiled, turning to you. You quickly averted your eyes.

“I would love that, but I have my family and Darcy and everything. I don’t know if I would be able to be apart from them for that long.”

“Yeah, no, you’re right,” he nodded.

Shit. Wrong thing to say.

“But maybe I could come along for a month or something,” you added. Josh quickly started smiling again.

“I would like that. I miss you a lot when we’re on tour.”

I miss you a lot. Your stomach filled with butterflies.

“I miss you too.”

Josh didn’t say anything immediately after that, but you could have sworn that he was walking a little closer to you.

This was it. This was your chance.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something serious?”

Josh stopped walking and turned so that he was totally facing you. There couldn’t have been more than a foot of space between you.

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

You really hadn’t expected to get this far.

“There’s something that’s been on my mind for a long time and I feel like it’s past time that I tell you.”

“Ok.” His eyebrows raised slightly.

“So, um,” you started to fiddle with the strings of your sweatshirt, “I guess you could say that I have feelings for you. It’s been that way ever since we were kids, but I put it off for a long time for… well, a lot of reasons really. I spent a lot of nights worrying about what might happen if you found out I liked you. I didn’t know if you would think I was weird or shut me out and never speak to me again, so I kept it to myself for a long time. The reality is… I can’t hide it anymore, Josh. I’m in love with you.”

“You are?”

You nodded.

“I am too. In love with you, I mean.”

You stood still, taking in everything that you could about the moment: the distant crash of waves, the look on Josh’s face, the way that your heart was pounding in your rib cage. It was perfect.

“Can I kiss you?” you finally asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

You grabbed Josh’s face and pulled him towards you, crashing your lips into his. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in until your chest was flush against his. Your lips fit perfectly together.

“You kind of taste like Dr. Pepper,” he whispered. You were close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his face.

“Is that good or bad?” you laughed.

“Good. I like Dr. Pepper… and you.”

“I like you too.”

You kissed him again, reluctant to let him out of your arms. It seemed Josh felt the same, considering he hadn’t made any attempt to pull away from you.

“We should probably get back to everyone,” you whispered, slowly untangling yourself from Josh.

“Not yet,” he said, catching your arm. “I don’t think they’ll miss us for a little longer. Besides, you can see the stars really well without the light from the fire.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

You and Josh laid down in the sand. He made himself comfortable on your chest and you happily wrapped an arm around him, eager to steal more of his body heat. It didn’t take long for Josh to start naming off constellations and trying, but failing, to get you to see the patterns in them. You were just happy to spend the time with him.

“A shooting star!” Josh said, squeezing your hand a little tighter. “Make a wish.”

“Ok, I’ve got one,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to Josh’s forehead. He puckered his lips, prompting you to kiss him again.

You wished that you could lay here forever.

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A Degree of Pride

A Patreon release in preparation for my Favorite 12 Fics of the Year post. Originally commissioned by the great @yamadara87, so please have some tender MaS feelings?? 2100 words.

For most of her young life, Haruka Tenoh had considered herself stupid.

She would not have admitted this, at seventeen, sitting cross-legged on the broken couch Haruka could never get clean, not really, in front of the window in her apartment, a magazine on her lap that she was only half-reading, her school notes tucked into her bag, far away from prying eyes. As if her mother would care, even if she left it pinned to the empty fridge.

She wouldn’t have needed to read them. Haruka certainly didn’t. They always said the same things, and had since she was a little girl. Oh, it always started out with compliments. Haruka was eager. Haruka was very gentle with the class guinea pig. Haruka tried to help the other girls with their backpacks and muddy boots. But they always went the same way, descending gently down the slope, and her grandmother’s smile always turned into a frown.. Haruka seems to struggle with reading. Haruka has trouble with her temper and gets frustrated easily. Haruka’s test scores need to be discussed.

All of it boiled down to a simple fact that Haruka had come to learn very well: She was stupid.

Michiru had never accepted any of this. From the time she had come to know Haruka, and more importantly, to love her, Michiru had always expressed admiration for Haruka’s mind. She was quick to point out Haruka’s skill in the garage, the way her mind looked at machines and seemed to instinctively know where the gears went, where the belts connected. She would point out pictures of Haruka as a child, noting how she created such beautiful structures from the patchwork of bricks and legos and tinkertoys Haruka had managed to gather. The way a car or a motorcycle or any such thing seemed to mold with her body instantly, responsive.

Not all of intelligence is found in a laboratory or a recital hall, she would say, and Haruka would believe that she believed it, but that didn’t make it true, anymore than it had been true that Usagi could save the world without hurting anyone or anyone being hurt. Usagi believed that too, with her whole heart.

But it didn’t matter that she was stupid. She was handsome and athletic and independent and got to work with cars, and this would carry her as far as she needed to run.

And then, she wasn’t anymore. Usagi’d been wrong, you see.

It had been thirteen years since Usagi had been wrong. Since her whole world had burned to dust, the few blooms that she had in her favor withered and dead. Since Haruka Tenoh saw the big red mark at the top of her life and had quite nearly considered dropping out of it altogether.

But because she was stupid, she hadn’t realized in that moment that things do grow back. Gardens can come to life again. She’d figured out how to take care of herself again, and even more so discovered that sometimes it was no sign of weakness to let Michiru lower a kitchen countertop or Mina grab her a soda from downstairs. She’d designed her garage to be played in once more, and smelled of oil and grease and contentment. She had found she quite liked playing basketball, and was better at it that she’d thought she’d ever be, and once more a jersey rested in the corner of her room. She even caught herself, from time to time and more and more, looking in the mirror and smiling at what she saw, her warm Papa aesthetic softening her edges to a gentle but undeniably handsome effect.

Color had reentered her life, and these things combined with the unspeakable joy of her children had made her life a happy one, and mostly Haruka Tenoh would say that her life was a pleasant one, minor frustrations be damned. But still there remained the bare spot that had ever been, as much as Haruka nodded and agreed when people said she was gifted in a mechanical way, it never meant anything to her. She had barely graduated high school. She was not meant to be a smart person.

Why she had written in to Tire Track, she wasn’t entirely sure. Well, she was sure, they had been wrong about the discussion of grip between asphalt and concrete on race tracks, but why she’d written an entire rebuttal over her keyboard while Kimi had napped instead of doing the laundry, that was less certain.

What had been even more surprising was Tire Track’s request that she form the rebuttal into a one-off column.

It had been one audited class in Writing for Journalism, just one vain hope that she could maybe write a few more pieces, that she could have a little side job. That it wouldn’t just have to be hobby mechanics anymore, but that she could have a small paycheck that they never needed.

If it had just been about money, Michiru wouldn’t have gone to work for the symphony. It was about pride, too.

M.A. had been five when Haruka’s journalism professor talked her into enrolling. She’d wheeled through the front doors as a freshman, and she’d pored over her Algebra and Biology and English books every night, and Michiru had beamed from the door of their living room, and Mina had practiced English with her every day, though Haruka still wasn’t sure if every word she taught her was completely the way Mina seemed to define them.

At the end of her first semester, Haruka had come home from her last final to find Michiru’s studio spirited up the attic stairs, and the room she had been using with a lovely dark wood desk in the corner, a soft a comfortable couch up against the wall with a neat table and lamp next to it, low, long, bookshelves opposite them.

She’d tried to protest. This was Michiru’s studio, and the room in the attic was smaller, and she didn’t need an office, all she did was type out a few articles here and there and take a few classes. But Michiru would hear none of it.

“Haruka, my darling, don’t be absurd. We can hardly have a columnist and a scholar in the family without a proper study.”

Haruka could still hear her. The strength and pride in her voice, the smile as she looked about the office she had so obviously taken such care to customize for Haruka.

Haruka moved from her thoughts, and studied herself in the mirror. M.A. was thirteen now, and full of vinegar, and while she would never be so young again to call Haruka Papa (Haruka was rather grateful when she moved to Pop, after a brief attempt to call her Haruka was immediately answered with Michiru’s quick correction,) and while she would claim that her parents made her crazy, she still sometimes flopped down on Haruka’s couch to text her friends or read a magazine, Kimi and Haruka quietly studying across from each other at Haruka’s desk. Haruka could not have imagined that her little two year old would prove be such a genius, but here she was, ten years old and already tackling the algebra that hadn’t reached Haruka until she was thirty.

Haruka was no genius. It had taken her eight years of slow work, but here she was, sitting in front of the mirror in their bedroom wearing a graduation gown. Here she was, an official columnist for a top car magazine. Sometimes, now, when they went to events and galas, it was because Haruka had been invited, and Michiru was the plus one. Haruka had gone to Germany, something not even Ami had ever managed to do.

And yet, she could not quite get that flower to bloom, the one that believed that she wasn’t stupid after all. It still seemed like they would take her degree and claim they’d made a mistake, Haruka hadn’t passed after all. She rubbed at her pants, straightening them once more under her gown. Why it seemed to matter that they weren’t wrinkled when no one could see them, she wasn’t sure, but it suddenly seemed crucial.

The tie looked ugly. Why had she picked that tie? She pulled it off her neck and tossed it on the bed, sighing heavily as she rolled back toward the closet. Why was she even going? She should just have them mail the certificate instead of showing up there, a nearly forty year old woman among a bunch of kids who were younger than she’d been when she’d had a kid.

“Haruka?” Michiru’s voice preceded her into the room, and its owner followed as elegantly as as a whisper of perfume.

Haruka stared at her ties for another moment, and then wheeled around to face Michiru, unsnapping the button at her throat.

“I don’t think I’m gonna go.”

Michiru paused a for a moment and looked at Haruka, who did not meet her gaze. “Well,” she continued kindly, “Makoto will be disappointed, she’s made quite the cake for the occasion.”

Haruka shrugged and ran her hands along the rims of her wheels. ‘We can still go out to dinner or something. I know you’ve got it planned.”

Michiru sat down on bed and delicately crossed one leg over the other. “May I inquire as to the sudden disinterest in the ceremony? We can, of course, simply go to the dinner, but I do believe there are a great many people looking forward to seeing you recieve your degree.”

Haruka wheeled over close to her and shook her head. “I dunno.”

“Haruka, please.”

She sighed, but did not argue. It was silly to play games, when she and Michiru knew each other so well and for so long.

“I just--I’m old to do this, and it makes me look--I” She huffed, but then put her hand up and allowed herself a moment to collect her thoughts into an expressible condition. “I feel stupid. I feel like this was way harder than it should have been, and I’m, you know embarrassed.”

“Hm. Yes.” Michiru thoughtfully glanced up at the ceiling, and then took Haruka’s hand, placing her other on top of it. “Haruka, you and I have never had a conventional life, or a conventional course. Would you not say that is fair?”

“Yeah.” Haruka rubbed her thumb against Michiru’s hand.

“If we believe this to be true, why should this be any different? You were rather occupied with raising a family, and, might I add, creating a career for yourself, both of which you have done successfully.” She slipped her hand away to touch Haruka’s cheek. “Even after all these years, you struggle to see what you are. You are a writer and an athlete and a wonderful wife and mother. They are only students, and have a great deal of growing to do. When I think of you, I think of your many, many, talents, and how you chose to pick something a bit harder. Because you, as always, are ever so brave and tireless.” She kissed Haruka softly. “I am so very proud of you, Haruka Tenoh. You are a wonderful example to our girls. And to me. To our friends, all of which are so delighted to support you today. And I imagine you are to your classmates as well.”

“I love you so much.” Haruka nuzzled her forehead against Michiru’s, and blinked back a tear. She leaned back, and nodded. “I want to go.”

“Now, you old softie,” Michiru giggled, “I do admit this tie was a bit of a misstep. You have so many lovely ties, there’s no reason we can’t find something striking.”

Haruka pictured herself wheeling up the stage, of shaking the dean’s hand and taking her diploma. Usagi would be there snapping pictures, as Mina grinned, a gleam in her eye. Rei would huff and glower but she would have a neatly wrapped gift, the card reminding Haruka of how she’d tutored her in communications and math and attempted to tutor her in literally every other subject, including ones she had never taken before. Her girls would see how hard she tried, and how much she worked to be a Papa they could be proud of.

She would look at herself, and see someone she could be proud of.

Somewhere, in that little patch of earth that could be called Haruka’s heart, a flower bloomed.

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doyouneedtorant · 4 years

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april 29, 2019 (time unknown)

This is an old piece that I wrote for an English assignment. It is entitled “The Missing Fairy Princess”.

It’s backpacking season at the University of Michigan. For those of you who are unaware of what that means, “backpacking” is the process of choosing classes to put in your “backpack” before registering for them at a later date. It involves many hours of obsessing over the course guide and worrying about what the future will look like if you do not get the classes that you need for your major. With that in mind, it’s an extremely stressful experience for someone as manic and worried as me. At this point in my college career, I am bombarded with adults telling me “Oh, you’re just a freshman! You don’t need to know what you’re doing with your life quite yet!” when in reality, this question of “what do you want to be” is single-handedly eating away at my heart. I am a person of many ambitions and yet in a school full of aerospace engineers, aspiring business men and women, medical students, and overachieving triple-majors, I feel as if my creativity has been pushed to the side for a more practical pursuit. In these times, I cannot help but look back at the young girl I used to be who wanted to be everything.

At my preschool culmination, the teachers all asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. All the boys and girls said they wanted to be firefighters and police officers or dentists and doctors. Yet when it got to me, I said I wanted to be a fairy princess. One of the parents laughed at me and my dad essentially told them “Hey, if my daughter wants to be a fairy princess, she can. It’s more original and creative than being a police officer, like your kid.” Now, this is just something my father has told me over and over; I can only really trust him and his memory skills to assume that this retelling of the story is actually an accurate depiction of what happened. Same goes to the time that he told me that the mothers that led our Girl Scout group had to pull him aside, because during arts and crafts, I tried to make a mind-control device to brainwash the other girls. Although I can’t remember a single thing about these events, I’ve heard these stories so many times that I can seriously see them - well, at least in my own imaginative way. I see me shrieking “I want to be a fairy princess!” at the culmination and suddenly I’m in this cute, little purple fairy costume laughing as my dad has his altercation with the other parent. I can vividly see this “mind-control device,” a black-and-white pinwheel that spins as if I was some engineer who could have actually made that at the age of eight. Over the years, these tales have deeply embedded into me that I could be whatever I wanted to be and I had the drive and ability to be or create something inspiring. And at that young age, I could have been a fairy princess. I could have made a mind-control device. And as I got older, I found myself in love with so many things - writing, singing, teaching, learning, math, English, science, animals. I wanted to be everything and when you’re eight, the idea of being everything seems achievable.

Whether or not those stories were true, there’s clearly a path of imaginative behavior that trailed off from then. Starting in elementary school, I was starting to write my own books. Yes, crappy by default, but true pieces of art in the eyes of my younger self. (My debut story was Pretty and Paris, a book about two poodles that discovered they were sisters and then one was kidnapped by a jealous ex-best friend who planned to sell her on the black market. Iconic.) I was making short films about pineapples with jobs and reality shows about my stuffed animals. I started writing music about the food in my fridge and the boys I thought were cute in my second grade class. I learned how to play the guitar and piano by my own hand and I realized I loved to write poetry. In high school, I was in theatre and started writing plays and when adults told me they were good, it encouraged that childlike creativity that had always followed me throughout the years. I was bound for amazing things and that eight-year-old girl could look in the bathroom mirror and recognize it.

But now I am 19. And, yes, that’s ridiculously young and I am fully aware how bizarre it is for me to be saying I can no longer be creative or that I cannot be whatever I want to be. But at this point in my life, there definitely is a limit on the possibilities. I came into college thinking that I would take all the classes I was interested in, that I would be in multiple clubs, that I would have internships lined up for me. But that’s not actually how reality works. There are GEs (the “general education” credits that the school swears you must take to be educated) and prerequisites that you are forced to take as stepping stones. You have a job because the cost of living in a college town is extremely exaggerated, so now the time you have for clubs is cut short. There are internship opportunities over summer but you are so tired from a demanding semester that you cannot even imagine putting in a minimal level of effort until you have to next semester. I think most importantly that the biggest shock was that if you do not do certain tasks, you absolutely cannot be whatever you want. If you do not take Biology 172, you cannot be a doctor; and if you decide halfway through your college career that you want to pursue medical school, the amount of time and effort that you would need to just catch up with the intense checklist of classes for the MCAT would probably kill you. Not to mention if you want to attend graduate school at all, the competitive nature of students today requires you to get an extremely high GPA, despite the fact that classes are gradually becoming more difficult and teachers praise themselves when they fail a whole class with an unreasonably unfair exam.

Not to mention, the stigma around being a humanities major is hard to avoid. My friends joke about me being homeless after college when my useless degree creates a jobless and unsuccessful life. Growing up in Los Angeles and attending a performing arts school warped my view on how people saw art, especially in a school that worships STEM. Where I came from everyone was going to be some sort of creative when they grew up: a performer, a dancer, an actor, a photographer, a playwright. And to be honest, I believed that. I saw my peers achieving great things while they were still seniors in high school and it made that dream seem much more realistic. With that in mind, that creative eight-year-old flew two thousand miles away from her home, destined to achieve these amazing feats, just to be told creativity is only allowed when it is flirting with practicality. Maybe I could have gone to a liberal arts school instead or somewhere more understanding of arts-oriented students, but how can one do that when the University of Michigan has so much to offer? An amazing reputation, a sense of pride that no other school could match, an incredibly talented and intelligent body of students that collaborate to increase the chance of success, a campus that looks like it was plucked from a catalog. I mean, it was a no-brainer. I knew any program I decided to go into would be academically rigorous and extremely insightful. Now, do not get me wrong, the humanities classes I have attended were exactly that, but the fear of not doing enough has become a very heavy weight on my shoulders. Everyone I meet is a future doctor, engineer, material scientist, epidemiologist, dentist, or nurse. Where were all the fairy princesses?

I decided that I needed to do more and went into what I like to call: “Phase I: I am going to be a doctor!” The idea of becoming a pediatrician was attractive; I always adored children, I wanted to find a career where I helped people, medicine and health continuously peaked my interest. So, with this in mind, I launched my pre-med phase and started to plan out the next three years of my life, the classes I would take, the medical schools I liked, what internships I would do over summer. (It’s sufficient to say I am an overthinker.) I registered for, you guessed it, Biology 172 and a statistics class, making my way through the advised pre-med checklist. Things were going pretty smoothly and then I failed two exams, started missing lectures, and had to explain to my father that for the first time in five years, my grades were not amazing. I came to the conclusion that the root of my stresses was Biology 172 and I withdrew from the class two- thirds through the semester.

No more doctor.

Right now, I am looking at pre-health or pre-social work, trying to find something realistic to pursue and the question “Where are all the fairy princesses?” haunts me. I like to ask people what they wanted to be when they were a kid and what they would want to be now, but often the answer makes me sad. My friend who just graduated with a degree in sociology told me he wanted to be a teacher when he was younger. Teachers, unfortunately, are not paid well and so many kids turn their cheek to education, unless it means becoming a professor at a high- paying university. My friend instead got his degree in sociology, but has no idea what he would ever do with it, so he is applying for reception jobs at local hospitals and clinics instead. Another friend told me he wanted to grow up to be a basketball player, but the skill required and the sheer realistic nature of the dream steered him in a different direction. If money or impracticality remained out of the picture, my dream would be performing on Broadway, or being a cast member on Saturday Night Live, or winning a Tony for Best Play, or singing my own songs in front of a giant crowd. However, the fear of failure or not having something to fall back on is honey for my anxiety.

Once again, I want to make it extremely well known that I understand how young I am. I am going to live a long, luxurious life and the worries I have now will all fit into place, and in my fifties I will be laughing with my husband and children about how silly my troubles actually were. But for now, they are real and they are daunting. It feels like everyone knows what they are doing or they are committed to suffering through the difficult classes they need to succeed. And frankly, I’m not. Every time I look in the mirror, I still see my younger self in the reflection - a purple fairy dress on, stuffed animal in hand, smile plastered to my face - and it is hard to not feel disappointed. I want to look back at that little girl and tell her that we did it. I want to tell her we became everything we dreamed of - a writer, a performer, a doctor, a veterinarian, a teacher, a psychologist, an artist, a chef. And although I cannot predict the future, I understand some of these options have been eliminated just by major choice.

To tell sixteen-year-olds that they need to have some basic understanding of what they want to do with their lives by the time they apply to college is utterly ridiculous. The way we have been taught to push ourselves to absurd heights has left no time to breathe in between class breaks. My fellow classmates are either not participating in any social scene so they can study, or they are engaging way too much and developing some form of alcoholism or drug problem before they hit twenty. Those of us who plan to go to graduate school have stopped learning in order to save space for short-term memorization, when in reality, we all went to college in hopes of learning more than we did in high school. No one seems to be super happy about what they are doing in college because despite the fact that adults have raved on about how in college you get to study exactly what you want to study, the opposite has proven itself true. I may be a speck of dust on Michigan’s campus but the alarming rate of students that feel the same way tells me that something is wrong with the whole process. During these next three years, I hope to catch a glimpse of my younger self by diving into activities and classes that excite me, but I worry that one day, she’ll fade away and I’ll just have to wait for my dad to tell me more stories about her.

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loudsuitlover · 5 years

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A/N: Part 1

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“You roll your eyes a lot.” I notice.

“Only when I hear silly things.” She shrugs, finally getting some fruits from the fridge. “So yeah, a lot when you’re around.”

I laugh at her comment and tell her where the plates and knives are and she starts peeling and cutting the peaches into small pieces before adding blueberries and strawberries. She likes her fruit. I know I’m staring at her small hands cutting the fruit like an idiot but for some reason it’s entertaining to me, the way her soft fingers grab the small pieces of fresh fuit before dropping them on a bowl.

“What about like a roast? Do you eat meat at all?”

“I like fish better.” She says. “But I guess I’d have a steak if you gave me one.”

“There she goes again, urging me to take her out.”

Jamie

I try to get some sleep despite Mateo’s tiny hand slapping my face every now and then. He’s been babbling for the most part of the past hour and whenever he stopped I opened an eye to check on him afraid that he had stopped because something was wrong because yes, new mums are like that; and he was chewing on that cold teether thing my mum had gotten him last weekend. He is getting better at holding his little head up and when I look at him he’s staring back at me with wide opened brown eyes, his button nose and those little lips of him parted in a small o surrounded by baby drool. His hair is so thin and so little he looks like a giant head with enourmous eyes and still he is the cutest baby alive and I’m not saying that just because he’s mine. He smiles at me and I burst out laughing.

He gets excited because finally mummy is up and he starts puffing as he crawls all over me like he does when he’s happy, his slaps against my face only intensifying.

“Good morning, beautiful!” I kiss his chubby cheeks and raise his little body at the lenght my arms allow and he smiles. “Why do you wake up so early, hey? You didn’t get that from mummy, that’s for sure!” I laugh.

We cuddle and play on the bed for a little longer before I feel my belly roar. I pick him up and carry him on my hip towards the kitchen where I make myself breakfast. My phone vibrates on the kitchen counter. Harry has sent me a picture of a bottle of cachaza from some supermarket. My eyes widen and my heart flutters and I hate that he’s got this effect on me.

He sent me a follow request on Instagram two days after I met him at Chloe’s house and we’ve been texting through direct messages here and there ever since. He’s funny, I’ll give him that. He’s also been watching my stories like- all of them. I mean he follows about 200 people but I don’t think he’s the kind of person who would just see other people’s stories. Okay, to be frank, I like to think he actually actively clicks on my story, even though it probably isn’t true.

To be fair, I don’t know what I’m doing- texting Harry Styles back and forth and letting him sweep my feet off the ground with his stupid little nice gestures. But he’s just thoughtful and he’s clearly flirting with me. That or he’s just overly friendly. I hate to admit I’ve been kind of stalking his account too. He just looks so good in every single picture. I have my personal favourites already- which I guess only makes me even more of a stalker- especially when I find myself going through them in a daydream, like I’m doing right now. Mateo babbles.

“Yes, I know, Mateo, I should stay away. Mummy should stay away, isn’t that right? A singer is no good news.”

He just smiles. He basically smiles at everything, no matter what you say. I don’t think he understands much anyway but I love that he’s such a happy baby. I send Harry a picture of my breakfast just so he can keep making fun of me and my obsession with healthy food. He doesn’t know I’m breastfeeding a baby so my diet is actually a big deal. Mateo looks at my breakfast as I take the avocado and tomato toast to my mouth. I’m excited that he’s turning 6 months in two weeks because- he has yet to properly learn how to hold his back straight when he sits- but after that he can eat actual food and I can’t wait to see his reaction to the different flavours. Something tells me he’s going to like avocado and I imagine his little mouth and fingers all covered in small pieces of green fat and can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be able to eat and chew like mummy very soon. You’re almost half a year old!”

He smiles again. I know talking to a baby who can’t reply to you might seem weird, but we spend all day together and he’s my favourite human anyway, answers or not.

harrystyles So that’s how you manage to eat that much ice-cream and still be fit... Healthy breakfast, evening of ice-cream eh? ;)

jjadler Hey! I don’t eat that much ice-cream! I have only sent you like three pictures of ice-cream...

harrystyles In the last three days... ;)

jjadler Stop winking, Styles

harrystyles Does it make you nervous or you would just rather see the real thing?

I giggle. He hasn’t yet mentioned meeting and even though some part of me is a little disappointed, a small part is relieved because I don’t know what I would do with Mateo. We have seen each other again after Chloe’s party but not for too long and never alone. I was out with Charlie once when Jack and him join us for a glass of wine- I had apple juice as usual- and then we met at Charlie’s dad’s sculpture exhibition but even though he tried to stay around, he kept being pulled away from us to take pictures with people and stuff. It kind of dazzled me a little because even though we haven’t known each other for longer than a week, it was as if it was actually the first time that it hit me that he is the Harry Styles. I mean that he’s famous and all that. He just doesn’t really look like it when he’s having a drink and having a laugh with us.

jjadler It makes me feel like I’m talking to a pirate...

jjadler Anyway, what the hell are you doing on the alcohol section at 9.30 am? lol

harrystyles Well I actually came in to buy avocados and tomatoes, in case sometime you have breakfast at my place...

Cheeky Harry! I giggle like a schoolgirl and thank God Mateo is too young to realize his mum is a total goner and I bring my hand to my cheek feeling the heat radiating out of it.

harrystyles But then I remember when I make you that daiquiri at Chloe’s house and thought I could get some

jjadler I thought cachaza was for caipirinhas tho?

jjadler And breakfast at your place huh? Without getting me dinner first... What sort of girl do you think I am?

harrystyles haha yes cachaza is for caipirinhas, I am glad to see you actually do listen to me despite your sassy ways...

harrystyles And about dinner, if you wanted me to ask you out you just had to say it ;)

There he goes with the wink again. Mateo starts getting a little fussy but it’s too early for his nap so instead I get us both ready for a walk to the park. He always likes it when he gets to sit on the pram and just watch people pass and enjoy the sun and to be honest I quite like it too. I ran out of milk too.

harrystyles Hey Jamie

I haven’t answered him on the ask me out thing- just because I don’t know what to say, but for once it looks like he’s going to give it a rest. I don’t know if I like that. I mean, I think I would- what am I talking about? Going out with Harry Styles? Me? Yeah ,right. I see the three gray dots on the left corner of my phone and feel my heart beating fast and hard against my ribcage.

harrystyles I am having some people over at my house later today, would you like to come?

Mateo crawls away from me when I leave him on the carpeted floor of the living room and I know he’s having a great time at this tag game he just started. I give him some head start, he’s terrible at crawling anyway- he more like squirms- so it’s not like he’s going to get very far before he tires himself out. I write and erase about ten times and I am afraid Harry’s just waiting for my reply, I imagine his green eyes watching the three gray dots appear and disappear one time and the other.

harrystyles Please?

He insists. I smile, catching Mateo on my arms as he smiled despite being caught. He had rested his head on the floor though as if he was ready to go to sleep and anyway he probably is. It’s second nap time already.

jjadler Sure! Thanks for inviting me :)

harrystyles No worries! Do you want me to pick you up?

God, he’s so sweet!

jjadler Thank you for the offer but I’ll drive there! Do you need me to get anything or pick up anyone on the way?

harrystyles Nope, just yourself, thank you. I’ll text you the address afterwards x

I smile. I’m going to Harry Styles’ house and I’ll probably drink cachaza with him. Hopefully he doesn’t get pulled away from me at his own house. I look at Mateo who’s playing with my hair ties. I hope Mum can look after him. I decide on making things easier for Harry.

jjadler You might need this for that +4468956235 ;)

harrystyles Thanks xx

Harry

I’m still embarrassed about my reaction when she gave me her number. Who the hell is this girl? I can’t seem not to smile when I think about her and I can’t get her out of my head so as a result my cheeks hurt and now I always look like an idiot.

I’ve only known her for a couple of weeks and I haven’t even kissed her and yet the thought of having her over my house has my belly doing all sorts of flips. Now this is just ridiculous. Even thinking about hearing her voice again makes me want to scream as if I had just won that last football game I played in high school.

I look down at my phone for yet another time. If I had known I’d be acting like this now I would have probably never talked to her at Chloe’s. She’s going to drive me nuts. I look up at my sister who’s sat down next to me but she’s just smirking and looking ahead. She’s going to give me a hard time. I sigh. Charlie and Jack are keeping Michal distracted with some argument they had about basketball I couldn’t care less about but both my sister and her annoying friend Chloe are sitting down here next to me.

“Is she coming?” She smirks.

“Who?”

I know who they mean, but I won’t give them the satisfaction. They both roll their eyes. Sometimes I feel like they’re just copies of one another. It must be that hot yoga thing they do together, connecting their souls to some other new level or some shit.

“You know who.” Chloe answers for her and they both just smirk, having annoyin little sips from her glasses of wine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I play dumb even though I know for a fact there’s nothing left to do.

“Oh, is that right?” Gemma smiles at me and I shake my head at her.

“You know, sometimes it’s really hard to believe you’re 28 years old.”

She hums.

“You always did do that... Trying to get me mad so I would drop a topic you don’t want to talk about and- you know what?” I keep staring into her hazel, familiar eyes waiting for her to reply. At least she’s entertaining. “The old Gemma would certainly give you a hard time but” she sighs “28 years old Gemma, she’s going to drop it. You don’t want to talk about it, we won’t talk about it.”

She looks ahead towards the garden and I grin when I catch up with her little game. It took me long enough. There’s such a good psycologist inside her, really.

“I know what you’re doing.” She looks at me, faking inocence- very badly might I add- and I grin wider. “Your little reverse psycology game is not going to work with me, Gem.” I mock her. “The old Harry would certainly fall for it but” She’s smiling now, she knows she’s lost “24 years old Harry, he’s going to pass.”

She shrugs and looks ahead and I’m still laughing at her when I open the door. Jamie does look good standing on my door. I grin at her but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to give her a hard time. I cross my arms across my chest.

“Can I help you?”

I narrow my eyes at her, as if I didn’t know her and her face is just what I was looking for. Her smile is cut shy and her eyes search for the joke in mine but I try to keep a straight face. She lets out what I can only call an embarrassed chuckle but damn it if it doesn’t sound adorable. I chuckle too and she bites her full bottom lip. She’s already blushing.

“I’m sorry, I think I got the address wrong?” She decides to play along so I just grin wider. “Because I was invited to a guy’s house but no one said anything about a costume party going on, so...” She looks me up and down and does a funny thing with her mouth and it kind of looks as if she’s saying this is awkward.

I throw my head back and laugh. I like that she always has something to say. Then I move aside and let her walk inside my house and my eyes instantly drop to her bare legs. I almost feel guilty for looking her body up and down like that but no one could blame me. Those shorts she’s wearing would turn anybody’s head over and over. She turns around to look at me and her eyebrows raised. I know she’s caught me staring but for once she lets it be. I give her a smile and ask her whether she’s hungy. I’m not really hungry myself but I selfishly want to steal some minutes alone with her even if it’s just in the kitchen going through the boring things I have on my fridge.

She’s smiling at me when I turn around and I chuckle. She’s going to think I’m retarded.

“So” I tell her “what are you waiting for? Go on, go through the fridge.”

“What?” She laughs. “You want me to go through your fridge? I can think of few things that are less polite than that.” She grins.

“Oh, come on!” I shake my head. “You get us something to eat and I’ll make us a drink, yeah?”

She smiles. Shit, I think she might have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen- those white teeth against her olive skin and the way her whole face seems to lighten up, her pink lips stretched.

“Okay, let’s see what Mr MeatPie has on his fridge...” She starts.

I am trying hard to contain my laughter. I bet she expects my fridge to look like the dream of some teenage boy obsessed with junk food so I would pay to see her expression when she realizes is nothing of the sort. I know she’s raising her eyebrows up on her forehead even if she’s giving me her back.

“Celery?” She turns around to face me and I grin wide at hell. “And artichoke? Really?”

I laugh.

“Well, I’m a healthy lad.” I tilt my head. Her eyebrows raise.

“He said while he poured cachaza on a glass.” She jokes and I chuckle.

“Well, a drink every now and then doesn’t make a person an healthy one, does it? It’s all about balance, angel face.”

I can see her eyes lightening up when I call her that again and I swear my heart just skipped a beat at the realization. Has she been waiting for me to say it?

“But yeah, I do take care of myself and that includes green smoothies every now and then.”

Her nose crumples all the way up as she purses her lips, giving me the exact same disgusted expression she gave me the night we met when I told her about the meat pie. Apparently a lot of things disgust this woman. I laugh.

“What now? You don’t like green stuff either? What do you even eat woman?”

She keeps her disgusted expression before she speaks.

“I do like green, I just hate artichokes. I mean listen to their name arti- chokes, doesn’t that say anything to you? Because choking is one way of dying.” She says and I don’t think she knows it but she’s nodding her head like crazy while I just grin at the way her brain works. “It just doesn’t sound like something I would like to put on my mouth.” She raises her eyebrows again. “Much less swallow.”

I laugh out loud at that. I can’t help to give a sexual meaning to everything she says. She’d probably give me a hard time if she knew everything I think about when she talks.

“I do have ice-cream.” I smirk and her face lights up.

I guess she’s happy I remember.

“But ice-cream... It’s just not the time for ice-cream.”

Right, she and her times for food. I nod my head, finishing up both our cocktails as I still wait for her to get something out of the fridge.

“What do you like to eat anyway?” I ask her.

“Mmm...” She seems to think about it as she bends a little to check on the fruit recipient and my eyes shamelessly fall upon her perfectly shaped ass. “I like pasta, especially spaghetti pesto and sushi.”

“What together?” I ask, and this time it’s me who’s got a disgusted expression.

“What?” She giggles when she turns around and sees my face. “No! Not together! I mean spaghetti pesto, full stop, and sushi. Separately. On different days.”

“Can’t it be on the same day?” I tease her and I hear her click her tongue and turn around, blushing hard, and she’s going to explain herself before she catches my smirk.

She realizes I’m just messing with her and rolls her eyes.

“You roll your eyes a lot.” I notice.

“Only when I hear silly things.” She shrugs, finally getting some fruits from the fridge. “So yeah, a lot when you’re around.”

“What about like a roast? Do you eat meat at all?”

“I like fish better.” She says. “But I guess I’d have a steak if you gave me one.”

“There she goes again, urging me to take her out.”

I tease her all the time just because I like to turn on her cheeks. Her eyes go wide and she almost reminds me of a lemur. A pretty one, a really pretty one, but she looks funny anyway. That pink tinge I like starts covering her cheeks and her nose and she looks anywhere but at me. I laugh, I’m about to end her suffering when she speaks.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I know.” I grin. “Don’t worry, I haven’t even thought about asking you out.”

I say that as a joke because I think it’s rather obvious I do want to take her out and kiss her and then take her home and have her against this very counter but she doesn’t seem to get it. Even though it might not have been the best joke after all, I get to see she looks disappointed so I take it she would actually want me to ask her out and now I can’t wipe the grin off my face. She turns redder than a tomato.

“You’re so slow, angel face.” I smile, shaking my head.

She frowns. Fuck, I have missed that. I frown too but I can’t stop smiling.

“Okay, I have a suggestion.” I tell her as she looks confused back at me. “One of these days, whichever works for you, I will do some roast for you and then while we’re having it, you can decide whether it is a date or not.”

I wait for her response keeping it cool but my heart is going crazy secured by my ribs. She seems to really look into it and I can tell she’s still wary because of what I said. I have to fight my eyes not to drop to her cleavage because I accidentally got a glimpse of it when she was avoiding my eyes and now I can’t seem to get the suggestion of her soft chest out of my head.

“It won’t be a date.” She says but it’s like I know she’s saying that just to get back at me.

“Okay” I smile “That’s okay, it doesn’t have to be. But if it’s not a date... Then... What would it be?”

She sucks her lips inside her mouth before they pop out, a tiny bit darker, and I can’t help my eyes.

“It’d be...” She bites her bottom lip. Damn her, she knows I’m staring and she knows what she’s doing. “Like a friends’ date.”

I raise my eyebrows and purse my lips before I nod at her statement. Interesting.

“Oh, so now we’re friends.”

“Yeah.” She frowns, as if it was obvious. “Kind of.”

She smirks like the devil and I know she knows. I roll my eyes before I look away from her and smile as I shake my head. She’s really good at this. She chuckles.

“Kind of.” I repeat and that’s the deal we have for now.

We go back to the living room with all the rest and Charlie and Jack steal her away for a while. I fight with myself not to follow her around like a lost puppy but it’s like wherever she is, my eyes just keep looking into her direction. I take advantage of our momentary separation to appreciate her body. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier. Those white denim shorts she’s wearing oppose to her dark skin and I wonder, even though she said she was born in London, if her parents were too. If she said she was an immigrant I would totally buy it. Some pretty girl from the Middle East or some island, somewhere dreamy, where she lay that body of hers under the sun and then put on these white denim and drive me crazy. Her thighs are full and her skin seems so soft it makes me want to grab her legs and hide myself underneath her. I bet she’s so warm too.

After I catch her glancing at me a few times too, I allow myself to walk towards her and I grin when I notice she actually gets excited. She moves aside so I can sit on the couch next to her and I know that that place she just made for me is small and that I could easily sit in front of her friend Charlie or next to Jack but who would turn her down? She’s been going through her phone for the last five minutes or so too.

“So how did you say the store is called, Charlie?”

“Flamingo.” Her blonde friend leans her head over Jamie’s phone and clicks on a link and Jamie smiles brightly before she moves away from her friend and leans her back right next to me, turning to show me how gorgeous she looks when she smiles.

“Angel face.” I chuckle.

I can tell she’s been sipping some wine too. Her eyes are just that tiny bit of glossier and her gaze looks somewhat tired, as if she was ready to take a nap. I like seeing her sitting on my couch like that.

“You’re going to help me choose a dress.” She smiles.

“Oh” I smile “what an honour.”

She chuckles at me and swats my arm playfully and even if the touch is brief and soft, I feel my heart beating faster. So it’s okay for us to touch now.

“What kind of dress do you want?”

“I need one.” She clarifies, as if want didn’t quite fit her motivation. I nod, smiling wide. “For an event.”

“What kind of event?” Please don’t let it be a date.

“A formal one.” She nods her head. “A family event. My brother’s son is getting baptised.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “An older brother who just recently had a daughter. I’m the godmother so I have to wear something nice.”

“Sure.” I agree. “What colour are we thinking?”

“I like gray.” She confesses. “And I know it might sound like a boring colour for a dress but it’s not. I wore one to my brother’s uni graduation and it looked really good. I got a lot of compliments.” She grinned.

Of course she did. I bet there are still men that went to that graduation that still haven’t gotten over her and her gray dress. We both look at the dresses and I suggest some here and there but she always turns them down for the tiniest little things like one being too revealing, another one having a cleavage that “didn’t look good on her”- as if that was possible- or some others being too dark or too short.

Finally she shows me the selection she saved and asks me to pick one. I look at the dresses and at her, trying to imagine her in every single one of them and I just can’t decide.

“I don’t know.” I give up.

“Oh, don’t quit on me now!” She frowns. “Come on, you have to like one of these!”

I like them all, that’s the problem.

“I think the blue one is too posh.” She deletes it.

Okay, one less. Finally I pick the champagne colour one but she makes a grimace.

“What?”

“It just doesn’t seem to me like something you would wear as the godmother of your niece.”

I puff and bore her face with my eyes.

“I pick one and you say you don’t like it.” I want to laugh but I hold it in to try and make her feel guilty.

She frowns but looks at me with puppy eyes and I have to fight the urge to cup her cheeks and kiss her. I try to keep a straight face to see how far I can go but the corners of my lips are turning into a smile.

“No, I do like it! I would wear it anytime, just... Maybe not to my niece’s baptism.”

She smiles timidly at me before she bites her bottom lip. It seems like she’s really concerned that she hurt my feelings so I just smile at her, mainly to see her smile again. It works.

Jamie

Gemma is the last one to leave. Chloe and Michal are already waiting for her at the car as she somewhere between reminds and warns Harry about their family lunch on Sunday. I smile to myself. I think it’s so cute that a man as sexy as Harry has a family lunch on Sunday. I know it’s a silly thought- sexy people have families too- but I’m so giddy I can’t help but think about silly things now.

Charlie and Jack left a while ago- it was date night for those two- and Gemma, Chloe and Michal stayed for dinner and then we all watched a movie. Well they did. I fell asleep. On Harry’s shoulder.

I woke up right when the movie ended. I don’t know how I do that but I always do and I don’t even know why because it’s like I can sleep through all the noise from the movie and then when silence finally falls over me I wake up. Harry was saying his goodbye to the three of them as my eyes fluttered opened and then he just gave me a smile before he gently moved his arm from underneath my head and walked his sister to the door. Now this is going to be embarrassing.

He’s smiling at me as he makes his way back and I’m just sitting on his couch, with my legs crossed indian style and knowing that my hair is probably a mess. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Hi.” He shows me his dimples.

I laugh through my nose with lips closed in a smile as I rub the sleep off my eyes.

“Sorry about that.” My voice is croaked. Man I must have slept for hours.

He chuckles.

“It’s no problem. It looks like you needed it.”

Damn right I needed it. Normally I sleep when Mateo sleeps, this is how a mum works. I haven’t texted my mum about Mateo in about three hours and I suddenly feel guilty that I don’t even know how my baby’s doing.

“What time is it?”

“Don’t leave.” He says instead.

I hold his gaze even though I can’t ready his eyes. it sounded a bit desperate and it really fascinates me why he would want me to stay even after I fell asleep on him during a movie. I swallow.

“I... I think I can... Maybe stay for a little longer.” He grins like a child at my words. “But I need to make a call.”

“Sure. I mean it’s 12 am but you know what you’re doing.”

“It’s... My niece is sick.” I lie. “And... I want to know how she’s doing. In case they might need me home to help or something.”

His green eyes literally fill with concern and I feel guilty about lying to him in a second.

“Sure.” He shakes his head. “I’ll leave you to it.”

With that he picks up the popcorn bowl from the coffee table in front of the TV and walks towards the kitchen. I text my mum rather than call now knowing it’s 12 am but I wait for her reply biting my nails. I hear Harry putting things away on the kitchen, the water running and I take it he’s just tidying things at this time of the night just so as to give me some privacy. He’s so cute.

I feel my cheeks turning warm as I begin thinking about him. I have a craving for him now I can’t seem to control and I don’t know what’s going on with me. I haven’t been with a guy in almost a year and a half and I haven’t really felt the need to but now it’s like I can barely be around Harry without getting all flushed and giddy.

I can’t barely stand how overwhelmingly green his eyes look up close and when he gets shy and bites his bottom lip, his dimples make an appeareance despite himself... I just can’t help but wish he would ever want to sleep with me.

It’s like- I’ve never really been one of those people who were into sex as a thing, like- even before I got Mateo, I could go months and months without having any sex at all and that wasn’t a problem for me. Not so much for Charlie, for example, I remember she would complain if she spent more than three weeks without sleeping with a guy so now I truly don’t know what’s gotten into me; but I just crave him in more ways than one.

I realize he’s not going to come into the living room until he’s sure my conversation is over so after checking my phone again- still no answer from mum, I try to get it together- if something was wrong she would have called me and last thing she said at 9 pm was that Mateo had gone to bed okay so I figure he must still be asleep. I breathe into my hand and check my breath doesn’t stink like a bitch and then I walk into the kitchen.

“Hey.” I make my presence known and he gives me a warm smile.

“Everything okay with your niece?”

I nod my head. He smiles before he reaches for a glass and fills it with water handing it to me even before I ask. I’m rather surprised by his guessing skills. He then fills one for himself and drinks it down with a few gulps. I’m still sipping on my water when he asks.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

I nod and smile at him, swallowing the water while he studies my face as if trying to decide whether I’m telling him the truth.

“I have Advils, in case you have a headache because of the wine and the cachaza you had before your nap.” He smirks.

Oh, he’s loving the nap thing. God I hope I didn’t get his arm all wet with drool.

“I didn’t drink that much, Mister.”

“Mister?” He laughs. “I know, but I can tell you don’t drink much, do you?”

I just shake my head. I have no reason to lie to him about that.

“You’re comfortable with staying, yeah?” He frowns. “If you’re not, that’s okay, I can drive you home.”

“No!” I sound desperate. “I’m comfortable and I brought my car here so I’m driving myself back, you don’t have to do that.”

He nods. Something tells me he’d want to fight me a little on that, probably come up with something like how I look tired to drive or how the streets are dangerous at this time but he knows he’s not winning.

“You haven’t seen the balcony.” He states and I smile, for some reason excited about the idea of seeing a balcony. “Do you need anything else? More water? A snack? A cup of tea? I have chocolate too and ice-cream.” He smiles.

I grin back at him. He seems to have liked the fact that I’m a sucker for ice cream. I feel my belly roar just by talking about it, normal, considering what I had for dinner was a peach and some berries I shared with him.

“Can I have some ice-cream?”

He chuckles before he walks past me and bends over before opening the freezer.

“So” He starts “there’s... chocolate, that cookie-dough thing.... mmm... And this one” He grabs the tub and reads the label “Strawberry cheesecake.”

He laughs. I don’t know how he knows I want that one but he just does so to my surprise he just grabs two spoons and holds the tub as he stands on his kitchen waiting for me to move. I refill his glass of water and take mine before I follow him outside to the balcony.

It’s really more of a big terrace, like some sort of chill-out zone, with wooden floor and white sunbeds around a bright blue swimming pool. On one side of the pool, on the one that’s closer to the house, the sunbeds are shelter underneath a wooden pergola. He walks straight there and takes a seat on one of the sunbeds but he crosses his legs and leaves room enough for me right in front of him so I place our glasses of water on the small table next to it and sit right in front of him. There’s a jasmine right next to us and the scent is just marvellous.

I take off my sparto flatts so I can sit like him and ask.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

He just smiles.

“I thought it was obvious.”

A whole zoo starts running around in my belly and I’m afraid if I were to talk I would just shout at him that I am blissful. He just chuckles and hands me the spoon though and I remember then.

“Who bought that ice-cream tub?” He looks up at me with an amused expression. “Well it’s clear it wasn’t you since you didn’t know what flavour it was.” I shrug.

“My mum did.”

“So we’re eating your mum’s ice-cream?” I laugh and he joins me.

“She won’t mind. She’s nice, I promise.”

I don’t fail to notice what he’s saying and it makes my heart beat one thousand times faster. I bet he can hear it. I take a spoonful to my mouth and somehow the taste reminds me of the first time my mum came up with the recipe of my favourite cheesecake. For some reason I decide to tell him about that.

God if he doesn’t kiss me tonight I might go insane.

Harry

We’ve been talking for long enough so that I can feel my throat and it’s basically been just asking each other questions blatanly. I have to recognize, I was the one who started asking her things like a maniac but I am just so curious I can’t even control it. About who started this Never Have I Ever game, I’m not so sure; but I’m really enjoying it to be honest, even if we’re just smiling if we had instead of having anything to drink.

“Never have I ever” she starts “use the excuse of being a celebrity so as not to wait on a line.”

I grin at her and she bursts out laughing. I love how that sounds and the way she would throw her head back so I can see her neck and her jawline... I’ve been thinking about pressing my lips on her pulse all the time.

“Never have I ever...” I look somewhere behind her trying to come up with something interesting I haven’t yet asked “wear lingerie.”

If I smile too wide I’m telling her I have worn it myself but I can’t help it if she’s still going to get all pink. I raise my eyebrows at her and she clicks her tongue and shakes her head, trying to hide the pink of her cheeks behind her hair. I want to tuck it behind her ears and have a clear vision.

“Never have I ever” her eyes sparkle like those of a naughty little girl and I feel some fire prickling on my skin at the anticipation of what she might ask “use a sex toy.”

I can’t help the stupid smile.

“What like on me?”

She blushes hard at my question. Really, Angel face?

“Or on others.” She wavers.

“Then I have.”

I grin like the Cheshire cat when I see her face. So confident Jamie is going to turn out to be all innocent in bed? I don’t think she knows how turned on this could get me and even though I know it’s dangerous territory, especially if she’s wearing that little clothes right in front of me, I don’t want to stay away.

“Never have I ever” I start “wrapped my mouth around a man.”

Fuck, I feel my dick getting hard just at the way she reacts. She looks me in the eyes with eyes wide opened but there’s no fear in them, or even embarrassment; she’s curious. She’s just fucking curious. And the way she is looking at me... She wants me.

“Never have I ever” it’s her turn but I don’t think she’s using it and I just need to know “had sex?”

I frown. Of course I’ve had sex so this is technically cheating but if I don’t ask her I might go insane.

“Of course I’ve had sex.” She whispers.

I try not to but I can’t help the dirty thoughts that come to my mind. Of course I’ve had sex. I can’t help but imagine her naked, in my mind, riding me as I just stare at her because there’s nothing else I can do. Right now she’s looking at me with her fucking sexy flush expression and I don’t think I’ve ever seen fuller lips. I lick mine.

She moves, untangling her lengs and pressing her hands on the sunbed right in front of her between her legs- this brings her elbows together and my eyes almost bulge out of my orbs when I see her breasts spilling out of her shirt. I feel my whole body turning hotter and now I can’t take the thought of kissing her skin out of my mind. Look away, look away... But when I finally manage and try to slow down my breath she gets closer to me and whispers my name.

She has to be doing this on purpose and when I can’t take it anymore I just lean in and press my lips against hers, my hand moving up to cup her cheek and bring her face to me. Her reaction is a little late but right when I’m about to pull away and apologize, she starts moving her lips against mine and my closed eyes almost roll to the back of my head. Her lips are so soft, and full... She’s such a great kisser. I eagerly slip my tongue between her lips, greedy bastard... softly dividing her mouth while my other hand caresses her waist over her shirt. I’ve been wanting to do this all night... I smile like the lucky bastard I am when she softly moans againts my lips and I have to ask her now or I will forget.

“Are you okay with this?” I whisper against her lips, my eyes searching for any sign of discomfort in hers, but all I see is her pupils are blown away and her breathing turns me on. “I know you said we we’re kind of friends” I tease her “but you were driving me crazy.”

She’s breathing hard against my lips and feeling her hot breath against my skin is driving me insane. She tastes like strawberry cheesecake ice-cream too and I can’t seem to get enough. I patiently wait for her response while she brings her hands to my neck and tangles her fingers on my hair. She nods- thank God- and my lips are back on hers whithin seconds. I let her take the intiative, testing how close is too close or what she wants to do and I feel her pulling me to her so I gently pull her waist until I lay her down on the sunbed, lying on top of her as I kiss her long and deep.

I try my best to hold my weight upon her but she keeps pulling me closer and then she opens up her thigs and I can feel my crotch finally feather her core. She moans and presses her hips up against mine making me groan against her mouth as she kisses me passionately. I can feel all my blood rushing inside my veins and I press my hips against hers once but her moans encourage me to rock my hips softly against her as I keep tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Her scent is driving me crazy.

I let my hand wander across her body, my fingertips feathering her soft skin as I try not to get too turned out or else I would burst in my pants and make a complete embarrassment of myself but she’s just so soft and so close and so warm.

“I love how you smell.” I whisper on her ear before I start kissing her neck fulfilling my dreams from all day.

“Harry” She gasps.

I don’t answer, even though I heard her, just because I want to hear her say my name again.

“Harry”

“Yeah?”

“Can you...”

“Yeah, baby?”

She looks up at me with wide eyes and swollen lips from all the kissing and I don’t think I’ve ever had anything so precious this close. She is gasping against me and she doesn’t need to say it for me to know. This is too much for her, too soon.

“Sorry” I whisper, pecking her lips softly “you’re so pretty.” I chuckle.

But she just smiles at me before her plump lips tease mine again and she captivates me. She brushes her lips against mine and leaves opened mouth kisses against my lips but doesn’t let me kiss her back. She’s going to drive me insane. I squeeze the back of her thigh on my hand to have her stop teasing me and she moans and finally lets me wrap my lips around hers.

As I kiss her harder I feel less and less oxygen on my lungs and I know she feels the same guy too so I pull away from her lips, staring down at her with pupils blown away and without removing her hazel eyes from mine, she slips her hands under my shirt and caresses the skin of my chest. My mouth grows dry and I feel my dick twitching and leaking for her. She takes off my shit over my head and I pull from her hair so she lifts her chin, granting me more access to her velvety neck. I’m close to losing it for how much I want her. She grinds her hips against mine.

“I’m so hard for you.”

She moans and I feel her body soften underneath mine but only a second later her whole body tenses up and I look down at her, afraid she’s doing something she might not want to. That time I do see her eyes fear of something close to regret so it only takes me a second to fly from her and stand on my feet.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

She sits up. She is flushed and her chest is going up and down in a frenzy. Her hair is a mess from having had my fingers tangled on it but no one has ever looked this pretty.

“Yeah. I just needed a moment.”

After her moment we walk inside and she reaches for her phone. I really don’t want her to leave but I know she’s going to tell me she’s got to as soon as she turns to face me. The way she smiles at me takes my breath away. How is she even real?

“I have to go.” She whispers as she walks towards me and wraps her arms around my neck, smiling at me.

I smile back at her, wrapping my arms around her waist and trying very hard to control my eyes so they don’t fall back to her lips but I’ve already kissed her so I just can’t think about anything else. She smiles and closes the gap between us pressing her devilish lips against mine again. I can’t get enough.

“Sorry about earlier.” She smiles sheepishly at me, her cheeks blushing, and my heart breaks a little.

“Hey” I frown “don’t. Don’t ever be sorry about telling me to stop. I am the one who’s sorry, I-”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Just...” She bites her bottom lip. I don’t know what she wants. “I have to go.”

I nod, pecking her lips before I intertwine our hands and walk her to the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“No, I’m okay, thank you.” She smiles as I lean my side on the doorframe.

“Okay.” I give in. “Please text me when you get home?”

“I will. Thanks for tonight.”

From Jamie: Already home. Thanks for tonight really. That was the best kiss I’ve ever been given x

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Erik Stevens and OC- Could’ve Been - just friends (chap. 2)

Characters: Erik Stevens and Essence Jones

Warnings: drugs and language

Word Count: 3,671

Based on the song: Just Friends by Musiq

Prelude - Chapter 1

It had been seven years since Erik and Essence witnessed the murder of N’Darius Stevens. That single moment changed their lives forever. Erik was sent through the system, bouncing from foster home to foster home until he landed with an aunt he barely knew. For two years, Essence didn’t even hear from him, causing them to grow a part. They used to talk everyday, even when they had arguments. Now it seemed like they were strangers getting to know each other all over again.

By the time Essence and Erik reached 9th grade, Erik moved in with his aunt and began attending high school with Essence. Occasionally they would talk, or hang out to do homework but Erik was best friends with another group of people. Some days he missed school without explanation and would come back decked out in the latest Jordan gear. He hung out with people like Big Chucky, the neighborhood dope dealer. Anyone else wouldn’t be shocked by Erik’s behavior or the people he hung around on a daily basis, but Essence. Her childhood best friend was rough around the edges, but he never seemed like the type to be a gang banger.

Watching after her troubled friend wasn’t Essence’s only dilemma. Tyra Lennox, her mother, had returned home from her latest stint in prison. Grandma Hazel watched after Essence as long as she could, until she passed away from lung cancer two years after Tyra was released. That sent Essence back to live with her mother, a woman that barely deserved that title. Tyra had four children, Essence being the only child living with her. The other three children lived with their father.

“Essence, get your little ass down here. Now,” Tyra yelled up the stairs. Essence was in the middle of studying for an exam. The teenager rolled her eyes and followed the order. “Girl thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants,” Tyra was mumbling under her breath when Essence appeared in front of her. “What the fuck is this?”

Confused, Essence didn’t answer right away.

“Little girl, what is this,” Tyra questioned again, holding up a wad of cash she had found. “You hiding money from me for a reason?”

Truth be told, Essence was saving money to move out and away from Chicago. Her mother was toxic and negligent. Nothing good was ever going to come from her living with the woman and Essence was counting her days.

“No,” Essence lied, eyeing the cash as Tyra counted it. Three hundred dollars. “I can barely pay bills around here and you hiding all this money? I should slap you, get outta my face.”

So much for saving to move away from the hellhole she called home. To keep Tyra from lifting a hand, she swiftly turned and ran up the steps. When she reached her bedroom, Essence threw herself on the bed and screamed into a pillow.

At school, Essence was usually the standout student when it came to subjects she loved. She enjoyed history and mathematics because it challenged her more than the likes of science and language arts. Science had always been her least favorite unless they were learning about space and the planets.

In her last semester, they were required to take advanced chemistry which was her least favorite class of the day. It was the only class she had with Erik, who could do the work with his eyes closed.

“Whaaaat, you decided to come to class today,” Essence said to Erik as he drug his feet across the floor and to his desk. “Long time, no see.”

Erik grunted under his breath, throwing his bag to the side and taking his seat. He didn’t even look her direction. Maybe he was tired. Big Chucky kept his dealers up all throughout the night doing his dirty work.

As class went on, Erik was on his phone when the teacher wasn't looking. He typed quickly, sending multiple texts to Chucky and the boys that worked under him. Not paying attention herself, Essence kept her eyes on Erik’s screen, hoping to catch a peek into his new life. With no luck, she went back to taking notes until they had to pair up for classwork.

Erik had been quite distant lately and their friendship had never truly recovered from the two years they lost touch. Essence attributed it to them getting older and simply growing apart but she knew if Big Chucky wasn’t in the picture, they’d be close. Since Erik was rarely around, Essence didn’t get the chance to talk to him much and decided to take advantage of the opportunity.

“You going to prom,” she asked, peeking up through her long lashes.

“Yeah probably. You,” Erik replied, working out three formulas in record time. “Who you going with?”

The nerve. Erik had been acting funny all this time only to question her about a date to prom. “With Gregg Patrick,” Essence muttered, staring at the next question on her classwork. What the fuck was this shit? Erik explained the answer and then went on to question her choice to go with Gregg Patrick, captain of the basketball team. “Because I’m grown and can do that. Do I questions your choices in hoes?”

“Dude is wack, that’s all I’m saying,” he explained, a tinge of jealousy present in his statement. “And I don’t have time for hoes. I’m getting this money.”

“What makes him wack, Erik?” Essence propped her chin on her hand, giving Erik her undivided attention. “Exactly, you can’t even give me a reason.”

Truth be told, Erik and Gregg didn’t see eye to eye because Gregg was an enemy on the streets. Essence tried to keep her street knowledge to a minimum because it was easy to get trapped in that life. So many times she was close to jumping in with some of the other kids in her neighborhood that got trapped. Whatever could get her out of the life she lived, she would do to escape to a life she had yearned for.

“Whatever, E. Do you,” Erik shot back. “I’m going with Linda though.”

“Linda? Linda Franklin? What the fuck,” Essence gagged. “Hasn’t that girl been with 10 different dudes in our class?”

“Oh, so you get to go with that punk ass Gregg, but I can’t go with Linda? You are something else, Essence.”

“Your nosey ass was in my business. You act all funny with me but wanna know everything,” Essence argued back with a bit of bite in her voice.

“Act funny? What the hell you talkin’ about,” Erik bit, putting his pen down. Oh, that struck a chord.

“We barely even talk like that anymore because you act funny. Ever since you started hanging with Big Chucky and ‘em,” Essence explained. “Don’t try to act like I’m not telling the truth.”

Erik attempted to act like he was shocked but it quickly turned into him getting defensive, “Man, I been busy. Ain’t nobody acting funny with you, E.”

“Mmmm okay. If lying helps you sleep at night.”

They spent the rest of the class working alone until they heard a commotion outside the door. Students ran to the window, peeking through the blinds and ignoring their teacher’s plea to sit down.

“The police are out there,” DaMia yelled at her classmates, causing everyone to push to get a better look through the small window. “And they got dogs!”

“Shit, I bet they lookin’ for drugs,” Marcus added, pushing Essence to the side. “Ohhhh, somebody is going to jail.”

Somehow Erik and Essence’s eyes met. She said a silent prayer for him and hoped he wasn’t dumb enough to bring drugs to school. He had to be smarter than that right? Erik didn’t appear to be phased by the commotion in the hall. He simply shrugged his shoulders when she mouthed ‘you carrying?’.

Fifteen minutes later, the police were escorting three students down the hall. Essence recognized them as boys that hung around Big Chucky in the neighborhood.

“Damn, I didn’t know Harry was selling,” one of the students mumbled.

Erik glanced at Essence again before returning to his seat in the back of the class. The one day he didn’t bring anything to school, his boys got busted. He wasn’t worried about getting snitched on because no one in the hood snitched. There was an unspoken rule in the streets about snitching on your brothers.

Even though his friends’ lips were most likely zipped, Erik had somewhat of a reality check. That could have easily been him.

Prom. That time of the year where everyone was trying to outdo their peers and spending way too much money to achieve that task. Essence had saved up enough money to buy a prom dress from one of the local thrift shops. One of her friends did small alterations that were good enough to hide the fact that the dress was too large. She rode the bus to the event center where her date, Gregg, was waiting outside. Neither one of them had a car or money to rent one but Essence was fine with how things were. Just as long as she got to attend her senior prom, she was happy with whatever transportation got her there.

“You look beautiful, Essence,” Gregg was in awe of his date. She looked radiant in the hot pink satin. Against her skin, the color popped, making her stand out in the crowd of high schoolers.

“Thank you. I love this tie. Matches my dresses perfectly,” Essence replied, moving her hand along the silk fabric. “You got our tickets?”

“Oh shit,” Gregg’s eyes widened. “I’m kiddin’, I got them.”

Essence slapped his arm, “Don’t play like that. I would have found a way inside, anyway.”

“I’m sure your bad ass would have,” he shook his head in return and led Essence into the event hall.

Their school district didn’t have a large budget when it came to dances and events, but they made sure their students could enjoy things like the other children on the opposite side of town. The hall was decorated to match the deep blue sea. Blue lights made the room resemble the ocean. Fake fish hung from the ceiling and the photobooth resembled a submarine. For a group of children who could barely afford to get into an aquarium, they were excited about the decorations.

For the most part, the night ran smoothly. The food was decent for food served at a high school prom, the DJ was good and people appeared to be enjoying themselves. Essence was sure she sweated her relaxer out from all the dancing she was doing. When it came time for the slow dance, Gregg found his date and pulled her to the middle of the floor. As she wrapped her arms around Gregg’s neck, she caught the eye of Erik who was dancing with Linda’s hoe ass.

Essence smiled slightly and rested her chin on Gregg’s shoulder when he pulled her close. Erik stared a few more seconds before looking away. Essence could feel the tension without him even saying a word. Their relationship had been weird and she still didn’t understand why. They had experienced a tragedy together and instead of staying close, the once best friends barely hung out when they weren’t in class.

“You good,” Gregg asked a zoned out Essence. The song had changed and she was moving offbeat in her own little world. “Essy?”

“Huh….oh yeah, I’m good,” she answered, still thinking about the past few years of her life. High school was about to be over and she wasn’t sure what was next. She had been accepted into a few schools but leaving Chicago was scary. Even when she didn’t have anyone besides her mother who half the time acted as if she didn’t love her. If she left, would she ever return? What about Erik?

“You sure? You keep stepping on my toes,” Gregg chuckled, pulling back to get a good look at Essence. “Don’t tell me you’re falling asleep standing up.”

“No, just enjoying our time,” she answered, returning to Gregg’s shoulder. They weren’t dating but Gregg was a good friend to her the past couple of years. He was moving to Baltimore with his father after graduation.

After their dance, the two separated for the remainder of the night. Gregg went to hang out with his boys and Essence with her two best friends. When the night was over, Gregg said his goodbye and got on a bus to head home while Essence went with a group of girls to a hotel afterparty. Unlike Gregg, Essence didn’t have a curfew because her mother more than likely wasn’t home anyway.

The party wasn’t too wild but Essence kept to herself. She didn’t want to be involved if the cops got called on a bunch of kids drinking underage and using fake ids to get a room. Erik was at the party without his date but Essence still kept her distance. Instead, they watched each other from their corners until Erik sent her a text.

I need to talk to you. Meet me in the room next door.

They had two connecting rooms for the party and everyone was crowded on one side until someone wanted to get freaky. Essence followed Erik into the next room, watching him lock the door behind them.

“What the hell is your problem,” he asked Essence.

Confusion set in because from her experience, he was the one acting an ass. “Huh? What you mean?”

“You’ve been watching me all night like we got beef. What’s up?” Erik settled on the bed while Essence stood by the door. “We not cool anymore or something?”

Was he being serious? Tonight wasn’t the night to argue with Erik over their friendship when he was the distant one. Essence wasn’t going to beg for his attention either. “Are you for real? You wouldn’t have noticed me watching if you weren’t watching me yourself. I told you already. You’ve been acting hella weird with me for no reason. I know we aren’t as close as we used to be but you completely cut me off to hang out with those knucklehead ass boys. So before you come at me for acting a certain way, check your damn self, Stevens.”

That was the second time he had been called out and honestly, he didn’t know how to respond. Time had its impact on their relationship on top of Erik being consumed in what he thought was bettering his life.

Essence sensed his inner turmoil and joined him on the bed. “What’s going on with you, Erik. For real.”

Since his father’s death, Erik had been angry and lonely. Instead of leaning on those who loved him, he took to the streets and made connections there. “I gotta get out of here. There ain’t nothing left here. Done seen two of my boys get popped, some of them in jail… I have a feeling I’m next. Ya know?” Erik kept his eyes on his hands, speaking on his feelings made him uncomfortable. But, he trusted Essence enough to know she wouldn’t judge him. “After my dad got...got killed, I been fucked up. Seeing that shit did something to me and I feel bad because you had to see it too.”

There it was. The main reason he tried to keep his distance was due to guilt. Seeing someone die right in front of her had created anxiety and fear that Essence tried her best to suppress. Erik saw right through her though. It was hard enough on him but he had seen some pretty fucked up things. Essence on the other hand was shielded by her grandmother’s love and promise to keep her safe.

“That wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know your uncle-”

“And what if he would have killed you? He was cruel enough to kill his own brother. He could have easily turned the gun on one of us next. I made a promise to protect you and didn’t keep it,” Erik explained. “You see where I’m coming from, E? That shit still messes with me. I’m getting out of here after graduation. Got myself into school and I’m not coming back.”

“You did protect me. You always have and I don’t understand why you couldn’t talk to me about how you felt. All this time I just thought you were being an ass,” Essence replied, placing a comforting hand on his knee. “I mean that shit, Erik. I’ve always felt safe with you.”

His eyes finally shot up as the mood shifted. The wall that had formed between them was beginning to crumble and the air didn’t feel as thick. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really,” she whispered.

Erik stared down at Essence’s lips as if he wanted to kiss her. That urge had never been there before and it felt odd. Going against the voice in his head, he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips to test the waters. It took Essence by surprise because Erik had never shown interest in her. Maybe he was simply thanking her for being a good friend.

“What was that for,” she asked completely dumbfounded by his actions.

Before he could answer, a banging on the door pulled them away from each other. “Ya’ll fuckin,” one of Erik’s boys yelled. If Essence were lighter, he would see the red rising to her cheeks.

“Dude, shut the fuck up,” Erik growled, pushing his nosey friend away from the door.

They didn’t speak on that kiss for the rest of the night...or ever again.

Two Years Later

After high school graduation, Erik headed to California while Essence headed South to Texas. Not too long after graduation, her mother Tyra was back in jail for fraud, leaving Essence motherless once again. That gave Essence an opportunity to leave her life in Chicago behind to start a new one on her own. For the most part, she was on the right track with a few bumps in the road. To put herself through community college, Essence worked two jobs. Her relationship with Erik was still on the mend, as he navigated school himself. Leaving Illinois was the best decision he had made due to the type of life he was living. Big Chucky still had a hold on the community, forming gangs and selling dope around the neighborhood.

For Spring break, Essence decided to visit Erik in sunny California. She had never been to the west side of the country and was excited about the adventures Erik had planned for the week.

“Boy, open this damn door,” Essence yelled, slapping the door to Erik’s off campus apartment. He opened up, his big Kool-Aid grin on full display. “I think I got the wrong place. My bestie is kinda skinny and can’t grow a beard that connects to save his life. Who are you,” she teased, taking in all the differences in Erik’s appearance. Mini dreads, a full beard and bulging muscles. Under all that, he was still the Erik Stevens she knew from Chi Town.

“Well I’ve never seen you drool over me so maybe you do have the wrong spot,” Erik leaned against the door, looking for any differences in Essence since he last seen her in person two years ago. She was still slim, but her face had matured slightly, her cheeks not as chubby.

“Trust me, I’m not drooling, ugly,” she lied. The two friends fell silent for a short second before bursting out into laughter. “Hey crazy. So good to see you.”

“Likewise, E. It’s been forever,” Erik added, pulling Essence into a tight hug.

Being in each other’s presence made them both feel at home. Home before the tragedy took place and everything changed. They were free to do whatever they wanted. They rode around town blasting their favorite songs and just enjoyed each other’s company. Erik even took Essence to In-N-Out even though it was breaking his strict diet.

After roaming the town for the day, they settled in that night to watch Iron Man, which Essence had seen one too many times already. They were in Erik’s room, with the only television in the apartment. Like old times, they had their movie snacks and were spread out across the bed.

“You bet not touch my candy,” Essence exclaimed, slapping Erik’s hand away.

“Nigga, you been eating my popcorn though,” he argued, taking a few more despite Essence’s protest.

Thirty minutes into the movie, Essence was already leaning on Erik’s shoulder as he sat against the headboard. Usually this meant she was on her way to sleep and he wouldn’t be able to hear the rest of the movie over snores.

“Aye, don’t be falling asleep over there,” he gently tapped Essence with his elbow, interrupting her mini-nap.

“I’m not,” Essence groaned, resting her chin on Erik’s thick shoulder and peering up at him through her lashes. The big difference between now and when they were children was the innocence they held as kids. Now as adults, hormones and the weight of the world was on them. She knew she should have pulled away because they were crossing a line they would never be able to uncross. Essence hated to think that it was impossible to be friends with the opposite sex without being sexually attracted to each other. But it wasn’t all about Erik’s appearance. The way he always wanted to protect her and the genuine love he had for her was what pulled them closer.

This time it wasn’t just a peck and they had no interruptions. Iron Man continued in the background while Erik and Essence began making their own movie….

*record scratches* Oh, you all thought I was going to just give you the full thing right here? We will pick up right where we left off in the next chapter!

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Tumblr makes the spacing kinda weird by the end, idk why but I hope it gets better for everyone else who wants to take this haha.

ONE - HI THERE! It’s an intro!

What do most people call you? Robyn. In what month is your birthday? April. What country were you born in? The beautiful but politically miserable Philippines. Do you have siblings? How many, if you do? I do; I have two. I’m the eldest, but they aren’t that far off from me. Who do you live with? I’m still studying so I’m living with family for now – mom and dad, a sister and a brother, and a dog. I really want to move out in the next couple of years though.

Are you in a relationship? Yes. Do you go to school? As I said, yes. I’m in university but I’m supposed to graduate next year. What mood are you in right now? Well, I wrapped up my internship last week and my entire weekend was booked with stuff I did, so now I’m just super glad to be home and bum around after all that hectic-ness. I just had 8 hours of sleep and am feeling pretty well-rested right now. What does your shirt look like? I’m wearing a big-ass gray Knicks sweater that’s like 3 sizes bigger for me. What’s your zodiac sign? Taurus.

TWO - Your Appearance

If you could have plastic surgery on any one body part, what would it be?Boobs. They’re so abnormally small that I’m tired of having to waste what would have been completely bomb outfits just because of my chest.

Are you satisfied with your hair? It could have less baby hair, honestly. But I’m fine with it for the most part.

Do you have a hitchhikers or a straight thumb? It’s a straight thumb. My left pinky is quite crooked though.

What colour are your eyes? Dark brown.

Do you have any tan lines? No, I haven’t gone to the beach in a while.

How old do people usually think you are? I just asked this question to Gabie last week and she said that I look 15.

What about your appearance do you get complimented on the most? Face and my overall figure.

Are you comfortable with your weight? Sure, but it’s always worrisome when I get to the lower 90s.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Where? Yeah, just the basic earlobes piercings that my parents got for me when I was a couple of months old.

How tall are you? I am 5′1″ and a half. I’m shorter than 5′2″, that’s for sure.

THREE - True or False

I love winter. Neither true or false as I have never experienced snow. I think I’d love it though.

I have eaten meat in the past five days. True. Filipinos eat meat a lot.

I have painted a room in a house. False. My mom is so controlling over adult things like that so she hired people to do it to all our rooms.

I can whistle. True. I learned pretty early.

My keyboard is black. True-ish? The buttons are black, but the spaces between them are silver.

I have never bought something off an infomercial. True. My mom would be so furious because it would be her money anyway.

I own a snuggie / would like to own a snuggie. False.

I bite my pens / pencils. False. I do bite my straws though.

I wear glasses / contacts. True.

My nails are painted right now. False.

FOUR - Childhood Memories!

What was your all time favourite movie as a kid? THE GAME PLAN, without a shadow of a doubt. Watched that shit everyday through third and fourth grade. My runner-up would be High School Musical.

Do you still have your first pair of shoes somewhere? Doubt it. My mom isn’t big on memories like me.

Did you have anything you always dragged around the house, like a blanket?Nope. I did use my parents’ blanket as a cape some days, and other days it would be a gown train and I’d pretend I was the Queen, but I wouldn’t drag it because it would get dirty.

What toy did you play with the most? I was always into grownup stuff so I always got kitchen appliances, dollhouses, etc. I once had toys that mimicked a pizza restaurant and it had a pizza roller and it was super fun for me haha. Once I got a pretend cash register though it was game over for all these bitches.

Did you ever bring your favourite toys in the bathtub? We didn’t have a bathtub, but yeah we would bring in our toys when we would shower.

Did you used to take baths with siblings/cousins? ^ Ooh, barely missed it. Yes, we did.

Are you still friends with your best friends from long ago? A handful are still my best friends. I keep in touch with most of my batchmates from my high school because we’re all close and we’re family and there was generally very little drama – and if there was, it was easy to let go.

Do your parents ever tell you stories about how cute/silly you were? They have several stories, but I was mostly a quiet kid who didn’t like getting in trouble.

Did you go to the park often? What was a typical outfit for the 5-year-old you?Blouses with a girly pattern, denim jeans, and Nike rubber shoes. The top always has to be tucked in.

FIVE - FAVOURITES

Actor/Actress: Kate Winslet

Singer/Band/Both: Beyonce / Paramore

Chocolate: Reese’s

Toothpaste: ??? Whatever we have at home I guess?

Picture of yourself: Nah man, not doing that here.

Pair of sunglasses: I don’t have a favorite.

Vegetable: Broccoli!

Sandwich: Monte Cristo

Aspect of nature: Waterfalls

Word to say: “Literally”

SIX - Love Life ;)

Who was the first person to ever ask you out? No one’s ever asked me out before. Although I think that dude from one of my classes in sophomore year intended to…but I dunno. We were paired up together for this class and he wanted to spend time with me in a coffee shop after our work was done; I didn’t feel comfortable just being by myself so I told him in advance that I was gonna be bringing Gabie…never heard from him ever again :/

What does your ideal date consist of? Dinner somewhere nice (Italian or Japanese) should be enough for me.

What’s one thing your partner must be able to accept about you? I get sad and I’ll need loooooooong stretches of time alone some days.

Does your ideal person have any special talents? She can paint and draw. She doesn’t really share these with other people but she does with me.

Do your parents like the person you’re with? (Or the last person) My parents liked Mike and were convinced something was happening between us lmao. They don’t know about my relationship with Gabie yet.

Do you like pet names? Yes when it’s just the two of us. Publicly, I control myself, cos I know it annoys me when other people are too showy/vocal. Like I don’t call Gab pet names when we’re out with friends; and when we’re out at the mall or whatever, I’m not very physical other than holding her hand.

What is your age range? Same age. I can’t imagine dating someone younger or older, but then again this is because I haven’t had any other experience.

What is one attribute that your ideal partner must have? Sincerity.

When was the last time someone seriously said “I love you.” to you? This morning.

Have you ever been in more than one relationship at a time? No.

SEVEN - The wonderful world of the Internet!

What is your most used website? Probably Twitter. It’s the first thing I check everyday.

Do you play any online games? Other than playing on Y8 when I was younger, no.

Which chat program do you use most often? Messenger.

Facebook vs Myspace- which is better? I haven’t used Myspace in a hot minute, so I’ll go with Facebook.

Is there someone you met online that you’d like to meet in person? Yes, I’m still waiting to meet Aliyah. Girl is in BGC every single day but I can’t seem to grab lunch or dinner with her!

Have you ever sold something on Ebay or Craigslist? No.

Have you ever gone on Chatroulette? Or Omegle video? Yeah, when I was like 12 and curious about the Internet haha.

Are there any videos of yourself on Youtube? I don’t think so.

Mac or PC? Mac.

Have you ever Googled your name? I’ve Googled my username before, but not my name.

EIGHT - This or That?

Twilight or Harry Potter?

French fries or potato wedges?

Liquid ortape white out?

Digital or film camera?

Nail clippersor nail scissors?

Rock, paper, or scissors?

Beard or mustache?

Knee high or ankle socks?

Hockey or basketball?

Mr Clean or sponge and ‘the other leading cleaning product’?

NINE - Be cool, stay in school!

What subject are/were you best at? It’s always history, or social studies in general.

How old will you be when you graduate high school / how old were you? I was 18 when I graduated.

Isn’t there that point in the year when you stop caring so much? Yep, it’s usually when you’re a senior.

Do/did you have any really cool teachers? In UP? Absolutely. There’s a lot of shitty profs, but the cool ones are way too hardcore.

Who is/was your most strict teacher? Sir Ruel in my old school. Old man was and is such a fucking loser. Once had a comment about my breasts and I never forgot about it. Also kicked me and a bunch of other kids out of his class in fifth grade because we didn’t have crayons. He actually got booted by the school for a year because a parent complained about him, but he came back after.

Where do/did you sit at lunch? In high school, the cafeteria was too crowded so my friend group would hang out in our classroom, since most of us were classmates. Right now, lunch just depends on my schedule and where I happen to be by noon.

What do/did you do at recess? Catch up on homework I skipped the night before.

There’s always that one kid who no one really knows, right? LOL, yes.

Is/was your cafeterias food actually any good? It used to be good. Then they kind of hired this company to start making the meals starting junior year and the food was never as good again.

Do/did you have a stereotypical school, with all those cliques and such? You can say that. We had popular party kids, smart but still cool kids, soccer players, the basketball players who all turned out gay, kids who kinda just hovered in the middle, and those who were kinda brushed to the side were the theatre and anime kids.

TEN - Randomly Platypus.

Do you like your toothbrush really wet when you’re brushing your teeth? Not really wet. I just make sure I’ve put it under the running water before applying the toothpaste.

What song are you currently obsessed with? Not into anything at the moment.

What was the stupidest dare you’ve ever done? I hate dares, so I don’t do them haha.

Do you enjoy playing with tape? No?

What’s one word/phrase you say too much? LITERALLY. Which is a problem because most of the time, the things I associate the word with aren’t literal.

When was the last time you went trick-or-treating? 2017.

What did you last use a knife for? Haha, my orgmates were cooking up lunch and I volunteered to chop up the onions. Fun fact: First time to use a knife, ever.

When you open a pack of gum, why is everyone your best friend? Because gum is always a good idea.

What has been on your mind way too much? Completing my requirements for internship so I can submit them as early as possible.

Did you actually enjoy my survey? Sure. Categories are always fun.

#survey #surveys

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