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spideykaiparker · 3 years

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A hot day indeed

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

tiktok!AU

warning(s) : smut

this is based on this tiktok trend ↓

authors note : this is my first ever fanfiction, I'm sorry if it's bad, also english is not my first language, please forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes.

Happy Reading! ^_^

it was hot outside, and even with the air conditioner it was still hot as hell. All of the avengers were just laying around in the common room whilst fighting the hot weather.

peter was lying on the ground next to the fan, while Y/N was on the couch next to him.

"ugh it's too hot" Y/N complained throwing her head back.

"hey what about we take a nice and cold shower" peter suggested looking up to her with a smirk.

"eww we didn't need to hear that" sam groaned while the other avengers were just wearing disgusted faces.

"yeah whatever, you know what, that's actually a good idea, c'mon peter" Y/N said while getting up from the couch. peter looked at her with a shocked face.

"w-wait really? okay then let's go" peter stuttered while dragging Y/N away to his room.

they arrived to his room and peter immediately dragged Y/N to the bathroom and started to take his clothes off, and Y/N followed him taking her clothes off too.

while taking off his clothes, peter couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N who was preparing the cold shower. she looked ethereal even with all those scars from past missions, peter thought that she's perfect even if she doesn't think so herself.

when the shower was ready, Y/N got inside under the shower and started washing her hair. noticing the absence of a certain someone, she looked up and saw peter just standing there staring at her.

"what are you looking at? c'mon you were the one who suggested we take a shower, get in here" Y/N asked making a gesture with her hand to tell peter to join her while raising one of her eyebrow.

"y-yeah, no, i wasn't looking at anything" peter stuttered while shaking his head, walking to her and standing behind her in the shower.

while showering, peter couldn't stop his mind from thinking about how the water slid down the valley of her breasts, how her ass was the perfect size for peter to grip on due to all of those intense training. everything she does looks hot to him.

noticing someone's stare, Y/N turned around and saw peter's eyes were blown, looking at her like she was a snack, nope scratch that, like she was a full course meal. his hands were kept to his sides but was clenched into a tight fists, willing himself not to touch Y/N.

"peter" Y/N said, looking at him

"yeah?" he answered.

"kiss me" she said, and that's all it took for peter to get rid of any remaining self restraint, immediately kissing her, pushing her against the wall with one hand besides her head while the other gripping her waist like his life depended on it.

his lips clashing with hers in a messy kiss, tongue immediately pushing into her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth. one of his hands coming down to her ass, gripping it like he imagined before.

her hands coming up to his shoulders, connecting behind his head, switching up between playing with the hair on his nape and gripping his shoulders.

"peter" kiss. "pete" kiss "pete!" Y/N said tapping his shoulders while pulling away from the kiss.

"what?" peter asked, breathing heavily catching his breath"

"we shouldn't do this here, let's go to your room" Y/N said.

"yeah okay" peter answered, still dazed while catching his breath.

Y/N pulled him to his room, immediately kissing him again. peter wasting no time to kiss her back, even more messy and rough than before, if that's even possible.

slowly, they made it to his bed, Y/N falling backwards with peter following suit, hovering above her with his each of his hands besides her head, still kissing her.

slowly one his hand snaked down to her breasts playing with her already hard nipples, pinching and tugging on it, then continuing down to her wet heat.

slowly rubbing his fingers on the bundle of nerves in a circular motions, she let out a small moan, while his hands inching down to her hole, inserting two fingers at once, slowly pulling it back out to test the waters, and then pushing back inside in a rough pace immediately hitting her sweet spot.

"c'mon baby, let me hear your pretty moans" peter said while moaning himself looking at her face that's contorted in pleasure. she moaned harder when peter added another finger inside of her, slowly inching her closer to her release.

her walls tighten around his fingers, indicating him that she's close to her release. immediately, peter took out his fingers, Y/N releasing a cry of disappointment, inching her own hand to finish herself off.

"a-a-ah, you're going to cum around me" peter said while shaking his head.

peter took his already leaking hard self, lining it up with her heat, slowly rubbing up and down, teasing her.

she whined, legs wrapping around his hips, pushing him inside herself.

they both let out content moans, peter slowly moving himself, getting rougher and rougher with each thrust.

hands gripping her waist tightly, thrusting in even deeper than before. slowly one of his hands went up to her throat, slightly gripping it.

she moaned harder even with the hand on her throat. hands finding themselves on his abs and chest, going up to his shoulders, pulling him even closer than before.

their mouths found their way back to each other, kissing messily, biting each others lips.

his lips went down to her neck, kissing and biting every inch of her skin, marking her up, to let know everyone that she belongs to him.

her walls tighten around him, indicating him again that she's close to her release. peter's grip tightened on her waist also indicating her that he's also close.

"i-i'm cumming" she said in between moans.

"i know baby, let's go together, okay?" he let out, thrusts becoming messy.

she cums first, with peter not far behind, cumming inside of her, moaning into each others mouths.

slowly his grip falters and peter fell on top of her, face going in between the part where her neck and her shoulder connect, still holding onto his weight to avoid crushing her.

"that was.." Y/N trailed off, catching her breath.

"amazing" peter continued with a smile.

"yeah" she replied also smiling.

she began to get up to go to the bathroom to clean herself up again, while peter changed the sheets.

after awhile, she came out, only wearing one of his oversized t-shirt with a pair of panties.

she laid down on the bed, head against the headboard, grabbing the remote to put on a random tv show. peter following her, laying in between her legs, his head right on top of her covered heat. her hands found their way to his head playing with the curls

it was silent for awhile, except for the tv show playing in the background.

peter pulled out his phone, scrolling through tiktok for a little bit, then finding a certain video that intrigued him. it was a guy with his head in between a girls thigh, lipsync-ing to the audio.

peter decided to make that video. he recorded himself in between her thighs, Y/N was curious of what he was doing and saw that he was recording himself, she smiled and slightly squeezed her thighs together around his head, he looked up at her with a smile, then kissed one of her thigh besides his head.

then at the last few seconds, he angled the phone upwards, to catch a glimpse of her in the video. he ended the recording then watched it over, deciding to post it not giving it any second thoughts. going back to cuddle with her

the next morning, peter got out of bed and preparing for school, then heading to midtown. while Y/N was still sleeping because she was homeschooled.

at school, he went to his lockers that was coincidentally next to ned's, grabbing the books that he needed for first period.

ned and mj approached him, ned slightly running to peter, while mj was just walking normal.

"dude!" ned slightly shouted at peter while slapping his arm.

"what?!" peter answered, slightly agitated with the slapping

"your tiktok!" ned said excitedly.

"what tiktok?" peter asked, confused to why ned was making such a big deal about his tiktok.

"the video you posted with the Y/N stark yesterday!" ned said while swinging peters hand back and forth.

"yeah, what about it?" peter asked, still confused.

"it's viral!" ned said excitedly once again.

"what?!" peter exclaimed, afraid of what would happen if the kids in his school finds out.

"yeah dude! your tiktok got like a million likes and probably flash is going to come for you, right about now.."

true to his words, flash appeared besides peter with a glare, slamming his locker shut.

"hey penis, what was your tiktok about yesterday with Y/N stark, huh?" flash asked crossing his arms to make him look intimidating.

"nothing" peter simply answered.

"nothing, huh? it sure doesn't look like nothing to me" flash snapped.

"well what do you want me to say huh? that i recorded a video of me in between my girlfriend's thighs after sex? is that what you want to hear?" peter snapped back, fed up with flash's nonsense. while the other students that were starting to gather around his locker gasped.

ned and flash looked at peter with shock clearly on their faces, each with a meaning different from the other. ned was shocked because peter finally snapped back at flash, and flash, shocked because of the fact that penis parker the nerd of the school was sleeping with the Y/N Stark, daughter of Iron Man and heir of stark industries, gifted with both beauty, and intelligence. also the fact that peter admitted that he was dating Y/N stark.

"i-i bet you're lying, there's no way you, penis parker can know Y/N stark, let alone date her." flash stuttered but still not wanting to lose.

"what other proof do you want huh? I don't know what else to tell you, it's fine if you don't believe me, but just leave me alone." peter said while rolling his eyes and gestured for ned and mj to head on to class.

the three of them walked to class with ned not shutting up about how cool peter stood up to flash, while mj just had a small proud smile.

"that was nice of you to finally talking back to flash, nerd" mj said with a sly smirk.

for the rest of the day, they carried on with their normal lives but with people still talking about peter and Y/N.

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jaefmin · 3 years

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Treat you better | N.Jm

Treat you better - Na Jaemin

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

Header made by: @vantaengelic Go follow my baby rn!!

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ WC: 2.7k

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As soon as you're about to pass out from exhaustion, someone knocks at your room's door. Not now. Please. You're barely left with the energy to open your eyes. Your eyelids feel heavy, but soon lift up wide awake when the person enters your room. Those usual creaky sounds of the doors reach your ears only to make you quiver, and, you're blessed with a sight of a pale faced man, hair neatly arranged on his face with a worried expression. Your eyes fall on the man's outfit, a pair of cargos, with a black shirt covering his torso. His facial features seem pleasuring- beautiful orbs with round specs, muscular hands, and beautiful tattoos on them. You immediately recognize the man by his tattoos, and he seems to recognize you too. His appearance disgusts you now that you've realized him. But it's too late to analyze and hate the man in front of you more deeply. Before knowing anything more, you fall asleep.

You feel a hard splash on your face, and in seconds, and you're wide awake. A chill runs down your spine and you begged for the person to have thrown warm water on you. Your eyes witness a standing Jaemin, with a mug of water in his hands. His tattoos attract your eyes towards them, and you can't help but stare at them. "So this is how long it takes to wake you up? I've been shaking you for the past half hour and you are like some big old chimpanzee that doesn't feel anything when an ant's trying to move it." Jaemin baffles. "Hey!" You stammer "Anyways, why are you here?" You ask back. It was oddly strange of Jaemin to be here. "Some man called Jaehyun sent me here. I'm originally taking care of old sick people in an old-age home, but Jaehyun told me about your situation. Trust me, I didn't expect it to be you." Jaemin explained in a high tone. He paused a bit after a comeback again. "And If your condition's hell, then didn't you think of paying the doctor a visit?" His tone seemed like he was sick because of you, and he was criticizing you for even breathing. "That's not how you talk to a sick person." You stood up in your defense "Yeah yeah. 'Sweetie, would you like to visit the doctor? 'Cause I really think we should go there.'" Jaemin mocked you, and you could really see the same young, frustrated Jaemin in him. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Jaemin made sure you were seated properly in the car. He drove the seatbelt around you and continued to the driver's seat. He turned on the heater, and asked "So, what's wrong? When did you get your fever?" His tone seemed to have calmed a little bit. "Yesterday night. I had a headache, the night was full of surprises every hour." You replied to him in a voice low pitched. "Don't worry we'll get you all fine. And Jaehyun told me that you had a really important meeting... Or something like that? Would you like to tell me more about it?" Jaemin asked. "Oh yeah, there's a personal meet my boss wants to host with me. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have exaggerated it, only if it wasn't in Vegas." You ended with a sad tone, knowing that you'll never make it in there. And losing your job... for another season of hunger games until you get the next one. You sighed. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take you there." Jaemin boldly let out.

"No need to worry Y/N. You're absolutely fine. It's just a viral. All those bacteria are kinda fighting inside your tummy, and you've gotta let the good one win and then bam! Y/N's all back!" Jaemin exclaimed. "Which one's the good one?" You ask him only to have been receiving a weird reply from him. At first, he stammered a bit, and then let out. "Not like you're gonna go and dance with pom-poms inside your tummy to cheer them up. Do you even know how much Jaehyun exaggerated it?" He immediately changed the subject. He kept on talking, and indistinct sounds entered in your ears as you were in your own world, lost, thinking something. Although a smile did appear on your face upon hearing Jaehyun's name, and how he'd taken care of you. He was the best colleague ever, and you had your own little crush on him.

"J-Jaemin?"

"Yes?"

"I really need to clean up my bedroom. You've witnessed how soiled it is. Would you mind doing that for me?"

"While you will...?"

"...Watch the telly?"

......

"Alright, JUST because you're sick. Keep in mind I don't really be so kind to people like you. I hate those years when you're in your twenties. A big judgmental couch potato stuck to your screen."

"Well, you are in your twenties?" You replied after calculating a bit. "Not for long." Jaemin replied. "A decade passes like this." He snapped his fingers to indicate how the years pass, and you seemed to be fascinated with his answers. You knew the old Jaemin, the one that used to bully you in high school, but this one seems interesting. Feels like he's gotten over the series of unfortunate events that you both went across. His aura was different. The kind that would make you jump into his personality's fathomless ocean, and plunge into it. Somehow, he made you feel like he had changed a bit, but at the same time likewise the old Jaemin. The days you spent together, the fights both of you had, all those memories kept haunting you. You never forgot what he meant to you. "Earth to Y/N?" Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back at the tattooed man. "I'm not going to clean up your room." "What?!?! Why?!?" You stood and stared at the air, thinking what happened to your voice. It got harder, huskier, a sense of cough in it. Before you knew it, you were coughing your lungs out like crazy, and that just made Jaemin panic. He started going around in circles, and you immediately asked him to bring water because you knew he wasn't going to do that on his own. "Alright, shh calm down. Relax. Here's your pill. Have it and take rest." Jaemin shortly laid you on the bed after that. His face was on top of yours, and he was about to get your medicines to you, when you felt it coming. You were about to cough. You were trying your best to control it, but Jaemin wouldn't stop lecturing you on relaxing.

Bam.

"UGH!! GROSS Y/N!!!!!!" Jaemin's face was a masterpiece from down where you were looking from. After a couple- err well a lot of 'ewws', 'ughs', 'you're so damn gross' , 'who would want to even take care of you', he finally calmed down.

"What kind of person coughs on the face of their own caretakers?" Jaemin asked after wiping his face for the tenth time. "Face-cougher." You were all giggly and jolly before hearing that name. "Excuse me?" You said. "What's wrong, Face-cougher?" You did not like the new nickname. "You did not call me that." "Yes I just did, face-cougher." Jaemin replies and you are not staying quiet in this. "Y/N is a face-cougher!! Face-cougher!!" Jaemin started teasing and that's all you were taking.

Another bam.

And it isn't good this time too.

This time, you landed right on Jaemin. He put the couch cushions for his defense, but the anger inside you told you to throw the cushion and throttle him right away. And you decided to do that. Of course, not the whole 'throttling' part. He was quick enough to find another good defense. This one was a vessel, the one he decided to cook pasta for you in, but that never progressed further more than deciding. So, physically preparing yourself, you grabbed the spatula and dashed towards Jeno. A thought tingled inside you and you tried to push it away, but it forced you to look at it.

You're sick, Y/N.

You almost forgot about that. Your body was filled with a wave of energy to fight back. This thought didn't last too long, and not before you're outta the dreamy world and back at Jaemin. You were right above him right now. Jaemin immediately used his defense, the closed side facing towards you. You hit the vessel making a loud noise, and it sort of felt that you were getting your panic attack again. It hadn't been a long time since you knew that your spatula wouldn't last against his vessel and now you didn't even have the time to go and change again. He took the advantage of your a-bit-too-late-realization and pounced over you. "Damn it! Is this how girls are when they're sick?!?! Oh pity those male doctors!!" It was kinda weird to hear these things from a guy's mouth, but you knew what an anti-girl person Jaemin was. It reminded you of your colleague Jungkook, who had the same behavior towards girls. Jaemin's arm slipped over, and he landed right on you. There was a worried expression on his face, to get close to you again, a fear of whether you might 'bam' him or not again. He immediately held you for support, but your body was doing nothing other than feeling weak- no mood to stay strong, so you got pulled away with Jaemin. He landed on ground with his back facing it, and had you in a such a position that his body was pressed against yours. Jaemin's face was centimeters apart from yours, and it reminded you of this days when he used to hold you this close. You both stayed still in the moment, processing what just happened. He waited a while, before he stretched out his hand to cup your face. He stroked your skin with his soft hands, a feeling of shiver running down your spine. "Everything's still the same, Y/N." Jaemin muttered. "I'll be here."

"Alright, have this, you'll be fine within half an hour." Jaemin gave you a huge tablet. "Are you sure?" You asked, nervousness filling you up. "Yes, the doctor's prescribed it.'' After having the medicine, you had a nice sleep while He cleaned up your room, and you woke up around six. "Morning, sleeping beauty." Jaemin's voice was heard across the room. Its like he knew that you were going to wake up right at this moment. Freaky how he does that.

Does he have to get back the flirting mode on? You rub your eyes, and try to get up, but due to the weakness inside, you fall back. Jaemin immediately notices and rushes towards you. "Does the medicine make you feel any better?" He asks, a caring tone occupying his voice. He puts his hand under your waist and tries to get you up, the bridal style. "What are you doing!? Move!" You shove his hand away, a stiffness taking shield over your body. "What? I was helping you get up." You saw the innocence in his voice and calmed down a bit. "It's alright, I can handle that."

He gives you a perplexed look and turns to the soft toy in his hand. "Alright, but I must admit, you have a great soft toy collection." Jaemin faces you again, this time with puppy eyes.

"NO. You're not going anywhere with Dolphie. Keep it back."

He turns towards the shelf while mumbling something to himself.

...

"HEY! I'M NOT A MEANIE!"

Jaemin left the dolphin on the shelf and your eyes were forced to shift their gaze towards the whole room. It was way cleaner than you could ever keep it. Everything was finally clean, not dust-coated as it used to stay. Your study table attracted your attention- looking brand new, as if it were just made yesterday. Jaemin must have some experience of helping old age people with their stuff back at his old house. "Wow. It's... pretty." You complimented his efforts. He smiles to you and lays over your bed. "You have pretty great stuff."

"I liked your journal the best."

You felt like throwing yourself outside the window. Or, it might be great to take him in too so he doesn't go around telling everybody about your crushes. "Literally, Y/N," You weren't prepared for what's next. What's he going to reveal? The time you crushed on your math teacher? Or when you imagined a boy naked? But what came out was way worse than all of the book.

"You had a wet dream with me?"

Oh no. Out of all of it this one was what he asked? The tension on your face rose up, blood rushing up to your cheeks. He looked at you and smirked. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I've read all of it." You couldn't handle a second before you smashed a pillow right at him. He took it by surprise, and actually got hit by the pillows. "Do girls hit people when they're shy?"

Crackhead.

A thought rose up in your mind. "Yes. They do. And if you get them too shy they might even stab you." Jaemin mocked a scared look on his face and then went, "Heh. You and your stupid girl jokes." You quickly needed something against him... a secret, maybe. You try to recall something embarrassing that he told you, and it strikes faster than you thought.

"I think you might die."

Jaemin's face was left expressionless, "Oh, all because I read your journal and now you're gonna stab me?"

"Close, but not exact."

Before you could tell him the exact reason why he might die, he pulls out a pink book, and turns out, it's nothing but your journal.

"Y/N-" Before any word could come out of that beautiful mouth of this crackhead, you reach out to grab the book from his hands. It seems like he doesn't even want to try, and you have the book in your hands within a flash.

You keep the book with you, hugging it as tight as possible, so that even if he tries to make a grab at it, he would fail. He lays down on your bed, the body-fit shirt hugging him tight. It seemed like his mood had completely changed. He chuckles, "You're still the same, you know? Nothing has changed." He held out your hand. Was he trying to change the topic?

You try to indulge into the conversation, asking "How? Everything has changed over the last decade."

Jaemin had changed completely, and that fact made you think that he would feel the same towards you. You saw a sense of maturity, more of responsibility in him. Ever since both of you separated, it had been hard to move on, every day and night spent in grief. But as usual, life strung the both of you along with it, and you both followed. You suddenly had flashbacks, that night in the club, the pool party... you immediately shook your head, wanting to forget all of the embarrassing moments of your life.

"Y/N, You know that the meeting's tomorrow, right?" Jaemin's face grew serious. "Do you have any idea how you're going to manage?" There was a tone of worriedness in his words. "C'mon! I almost became your wrestle buddy! I can handle it!! I'll just gulp down some of my medicines, and I'll be okay." Your conditions were streets ahead after you got some sleep. Everything felt finer, specially when you woke up to the perfect sight of the room you never had. You played with Jaemin's fingers and then reached out for his arms. You assured him, "Everything's going to be fine, only if I can control myself for puking on you." Not being able to control yourself, you giggled at Jaemin's widened eyes.

"I'm going to wear plastic on me then." You burst out into fits of laughter, "Like JYP?" Jaemin smiled upon you, "Yes."

After all of this, you were sure the trip would be fun, and you probably won't upload the next season of hunger games.

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lupinsx · 4 years

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Request: could i request a fred x slytherin!reader where they have been friends since first year and in sixth year fred finally gathers up the courage to confess to her? lot‘s of fluff please🥺 loved your other fred story!! can‘t wait to read more of your stories

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: After years of Fred crushing on Y/N, he finally builds the courage to ask her to the Yule Ball (with the help of peer pressure).

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Brief usage of swear words (just the word sh*t twice) and a kissing scene.

a/n — Thanks for reading my other stories! I hope I did justice to this request, it's really cute.

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"3, 2, 1, showtime."

It was at that moment when a loud noise came booming from the Gryffindor table. Fred Weasley shot up rapidly from his seat and began coughing out what looked like green smoke. The surrounding students scrunched up their noses in disgust at the smell of the gas, while his face turned red at the fit.

You had just managed to pull off your first prank at Hogwarts. It has been a week since the Sorting Hat placed you in Slytherin, and since then, you had noticed a pair of mischievous Gryffindors in your year targeting your housemates in their pranks. You figured it was time to give them a slight taste of their own medicine.

While Fred coughed up the last bit of the smelly gas, his twin stood next to him in support, his eyes scanning the Great Hall for any signs of suspicion. You didn't bother hiding your amusement. With a roaring laugh, you stood up from your seat and strode towards the twins.

"I think you overdid the blush today. Wanna borrow my brush?" you teased with a mocking chuckle. Fred stood in front of you with an unreadable expression.

"You did this?" George asked incredulously. You simply shrugged in response, a playful grin spreading across your face. You didn't want to start a feud or create bad blood — especially with notorious pranksters. Although you didn't show it, you dreaded their possible retaliation.

While Fred's face slowly came back to its original colour, he remained still, scanning your features with an empty look. Then, a smile broke his expression.

"That was impressive. How did you do it?"

For a moment, you were shocked. You didn't expect a positive response from him. With a slight smile to match, you beamed, "Stink pellets inside the roll. Had to wake up early to put it in."

"Wicked," Fred breathed out. You held a proud smile at his reaction.

"I'm Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you," you said, sticking your arm out to shake his hand. However, the gesture wasn't necessary, as it was quickly disregarded.

Fred slung his arm around your neck, pulling you to his side. Despite his short height as an eleven year old, you still only reached his chin. Gazing afar, he spoke dramatically.

"I'm Fred Weasley. Join us, and we can do great things together."

All you could do is nod in response with an idiotic grin plastered on your face.

"But I thought you hated Slytherins?" you asked tentatively. It seemed as if he and his brother pranked them the most, so you were slightly hesitant about his offer despite initially accepting. What if this was part of his retaliation?

"We don't hate anybody," George piped up, earning a nod of agreement from Fred. "We just like annoying them."

"Well then..." you trailed off, a side grin forming on your mouth. You laid your hand on Fred's shoulder, arm overlapping his around your neck.

"You can count me in."

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Five years later, you and Fred were practically inseparable. You frequently hung out with him and George despite being in Slytherin, and you made sure to deal with the people who gave you guys shit for it accordingly.

It was a normal breakfast in the Great Hall. You sat in the Slytherin table, unable to fraternize with the other houses. Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table, Fred was arguably more upset than you were at that.

"Merlin, Fred, you've got to stop staring at Y/N,"

Ron sat in front of the lovesick boy, mouth filled with scrambled eggs as he held an expression of disgust. Fred snapped his head towards him, a blush appearing on his cheek.

"I'm not staring at her. Just looking outside. Beautiful day today, don't you think?" Fred mumbled under his breath, eyes scanning everywhere but Ron's face. George smirked at the sight, patting his shoulder roughly.

"Fred, it's raining," George deadpanned. An embarrassed look covered Fred's face as he scoffed down his porridge without looking back up at the amused boys. They just loved teasing him over breakfast.

"Honestly Fred, just ask her out to the Yule Ball. It's in three weeks and I doubt anybody else had the balls to ask her."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred narrowed his eyes at Harry's statement. He raised his arms in a playful surrender.

"I just mean that she might look intimidating to others, that's all," Harry explained defensively, followed by a light chuckle at Fred's protective behaviour. Just as you wouldn't let anybody give Fred shit, he was the same with you.

Taking another glance at you, Fred replied with an almost dreamy tone, "I know. That's what I love about her."

"Eww." A chorus of disgusted groans were heard around Fred after his cheesy comment. He was never aloof when it came to how he felt about you. It seemed out of character for him to be this utterly whipped for a girl, but you somehow managed to deeply entrance him.

Fred rolled his eyes at their immaturity while he stirred the porridge in his bowl. He genuinely considered what Harry suggested, but he didn't know how he would approach the topic with you. He felt silly for even imagining asking you to the Yule Ball.

"Hypothetically speaking, of course," Fred started tentatively, observing their reactions, "how might one ask someone to the ball? With a grand gesture or subtle confession?"

The boys stared at him for a moment with wide eyes, earning a confused glance from Fred. Then, they gave him a cheeky grin.

"Any way you'd like, Fred," George replied, lightly nudging his shoulder with his own. Fred became flustered at his word, quickly waving his hand to shut down their assumptions.

"No no, it's not for me. It's for a friend!" he rushed to defend himself.

"Don't you mean to a friend?"

"Ron!"

"What? He didn't lie," Harry added, shrugging innocently while he chewed on his bacon. Fred glared at him before returning back to his breakfast.

For a moment, the area went quiet. Fred failed to notice the amused glances Harry and Ron shot to each other, as well as the snickering done under their breath. When he finally glanced up and noticed the two boys biting back a chuckle, it was too late for him to question why.

"Missed me?"

A voice right next to his ear grabbed Fred's attention. He quickly whipped his head back, only to be met with your playful eyes staring back at him.

"Hey Freddie," you said with a light smile before turning to ruffle George's hair. "Hey George."

George sent you a wave back, moving him and his bag apart from Fred so you can sit in between. He left you enough space to fit, but nothing more, leaving your legs pressed against Fred's thigh and George's bag.

"Hey Y/N," Fred replied, fighting back a stutter threatening to show. His mind became hyperaware of how your leg felt against his, making his face slightly red.

"God, it is so boring there. I wish I was able to eat here," you said with a small chuckle. Fred nodded in agreement. You were glad that most of your classes were with each other, but mealtimes were too lengthy for you to enjoy on your own.

"Miss L/N!" Professor McGonagall shouted from her position. You already knew what she was going to say — something along the lines of having to stay at your own table during breakfast. It was a daily occurrence at this point, but she wasn't any more lenient.

"Yeah yeah, I'll go back!"

You looked towards Fred after your response, shooting him an apologetic smile. "She just won't let me breathe."

Fred chuckled at your nonchalance, how you were so used to McGonagall's constant admonishments. As you stood up from your spot, you grabbed Fred's pumpkin juice, taking a sizeable gulp from the cup before heading out of the Great Hall.

"I'll wait for you outside!"

Upon your departure, a chorus of ooooh's escaped the boys' lips. Fred sat still, staring at the spot on his cup where you drank with wide eyes and a flushed face.

"Would that be considered an indirect kiss?" Ron said, pointing to the glass with a juvenile grin. Fred smacked his hand away and diverted his gaze from the teasing males.

"No, that's childish," Fred replied, attempting to cover the fact that his mind was screaming the same thing. "I'm done eating. George?"

"I'm just gonna finish up. You go ahead, catch up with your girl."

"S-she's not my girl," Fred stammered, rising to his feet and grabbing his bag. He then left the Great Hall, ignoring the loud Not yet! coming from his twin.

Once he exited the hall, he noticed your figure standing by the staircase, playing with your fingers mindlessly. You then looked up at him, a small smile spreading across your face. The same smile he wishes to see everyday of his life.

"You ready?" you asked, skipping over to him. Fred gave you a slight nod, and you grabbed his hand before heading down the corridor. It became hard for him to fight the cherry colour from taking over his face after that.

Oh, how entirely whipped he is for you.

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It was later that evening, and you, Fred, and George currently resided in library. You three have been studying for over an hour, but Fred didn't mind being here. After all, it was the only way he could stay with you this late.

The silence was broken when George let out a large yawn. An obnoxiously loud one. Fred's eyes narrowed at his sudden sleepy figure with curiosity.

"I think it's time for me to go to bed," George mumbled while rubbing his eyes. "I've studied enough today. You guys continue without me."

Fred kept his suspicion of him while you assumed the best. You gave him a small smile and a wave. "Sleep well."

"I will. Don't have too much fun," George replied, shooting a sly wink towards Fred before resuming his sleepy figure act.

That sneaky little git, Fred muttered under his breath. He knew George was trying to get them alone together. Unfortunately, Fred failed to plan what he was going to say to you when given the opportunity.

Thankfully, no planning was necessary. When faced with adversity, Fred's mind goes on autopilot and acts on pure instinct. Lucky for him, his instincts are quite Gryffindor in nature.

Without a second thought, Fred blurted out the three words he's been dreading to say.

"I like you."

And then, there was silence.

You paused your writing, dropping your quill onto your parchment with shock laced through your features. It took a moment for you to register his words before you looked up with a playful grin.

"I know."

Fred's eyes became widened, lips parted, and cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He began stammering as his nerves took over his consciousness.

"W-what? I thought I did a fine job hiding it. Was I that obvious?" Fred asked with a nervous chuckle. You reached across the table to lay your hand on his enclosed fist sitting next to his parchment.

"You weren't obvious. I'm just perceptive," you giggled as Fred slumped lower against his seat.

"Well now the confession is ruined!"

"I mean, you still caught me off guard for doing it today."

"Not good enough," Fred pouted, only slightly upset that he lacked the surprise factor.

"Don't worry. Next time you can surprise me," you said with an amused smirk, gently squeezing his fist. Fred only narrowed his eyes at you in response, sitting up properly on his chair.

Fred was unsure whether he should ask you to the Yule Ball. On one hand, the confession wasn't a total failure and you hadn't stormed off disgusted with him yet. But the lack of a clear response filled him with anxiety, wondering whether you really do feel the same.

Amidst the chaos of his rational mind, he acted on the very impulse that delivered his confession in the first place.

"Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

Your cheeks took on a cherry glow upon hearing his request. Although you didn't admit it, he was the reason you kept rejecting the other students who asked. You were hoping he would soon gather the courage, and so, you felt delighted at the outcome.

With a beaming smile, you nodded your head. "Of course, Freddie."

As if he wasn't expecting your response, his face fell into slight shock, mouth widening at the corners. If it wasn't for the table keeping you two apart, he would have been squeezing you tightly right now. Instead, he settled with releasing his fist and turning his palm over to hold the hand on his.

Looking down at the table, he remembered the dreaded purpose of you two being here. Homework. The thought almost slipped his mind, but the parchment in front of him placed him back in reality.

Noticing his attention diverted to his work, you released his hand to begin packing up your own. You gave him a mischievous grin as he stared at you in confusion. "How about we ditch the library and go to Gryffindor common room?"

With a smile to match, he put away his quill. "You get me, Y/N."

"I always have."

"And I love that about you."

Fighting back the blush rising to your cheek, you finished packing up and stood up from your spot. Fred got up after you, going over to your side and offering his hand. Just as you grabbed it, he suddenly placed his lips on your own.

Your eyes widened at the contact. You didn't expect the kiss, and neither did he. But you quickly melted into it, placing your free hand on his shoulder while his wrapped around your waist.

It was short and sweet. Filled with the innocence and depth of the feelings you two possess, and the intrinsic romantic quality of it being your firsts. It was everything and more of how you both imagined a first kiss would be. You loved this feeling.

Once you gradually pulled away, you both laughed. Hearty chortles escaped your throats in a beautiful interwoven melody. Fred leaned his forehead on yours and gazed into your eyes.

"Did that surprise you?"

With an endearing smile inspiring one on Fred's face, you affirmed, "Yes, it did."

Like your lips moments ago, you both spent the rest of the evening with your bodies gently intertwined, cuddling in front of the fireplace with tender hearts and contented smiles.

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crownjimin · 3 years

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✰ 076 | not such a bad idea, part two.

la vie en rose ━ in which lee aera, a girl who has been crushing on choi soobin for a long, long time, is starting her junior year and her friends decide that its time for her to make her move.

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A bit further down the hallway, Aera spots Soobin leaning against the wall quite leisurely. When he notices Aera approaching, he stands up straight and smiles at her. “The other boys went outside already, I waited back for you.”

The action in of itself made Aera’s heart skip a beat, quite a long one since she felt a pain in her chest from the lack of blood flow. But the gesture was sweet, and Aera smiled a coy smile, before answering, “You didn’t have to.”

“Eh,” Soobin shrugged. “It was my choice.”

The two take small steps down the hallway towards the balcony, almost as if the both of them didn’t want to join the others and stay with one another. An eerie, yet comfortable silence began to form, but Soobin quickly interjected.

“Your house is really nice,” he complimented. “So is your mother. She’s so lively and welcoming.”

Aera grimaced at his word choice, because lively and welcoming did describe her mother perfectly but so did embarrassing and overbearing. “Yeah, she’s quite a lot.”

“I think she’s friendly. Didn’t make the whole meeting the parents thing as scary as I thought.”

The words make Aera stop her walking for a second. “You were scared about meeting my parents?”

She looked up at Soobin, who was looking further down the hallway before he slowly turned to face Aera with a nervous smile on his lips. “Just a bit. I don’t know why though since I should’ve expected your parents to be just as nice and wonderful as you.”

“Wonderful?” she lightly breathes out.

“Well, technically, I’ve only met your mother, maybe your father isn’t as nice, but we will see when the time comes,” Soobin continues, either ignoring Aera’s look of disbelief mixed with another unreadable emotion or just not seeing it. “I’m sure he is nice though.”

Aera remained staring at Soobin for a few seconds, him returning the gaze as they stood in the vacant hallway in silence. No one else around, just the two of them staring at one another both with thinly veiled, heated gazes filled with admiration and fondness for the other. But the two did not know that, to them, they were staring at a friend, someone who did not return the same feelings to the same intensity as the other. If only they knew the truth, if one of then took the initiative to be brave and ask.

But neither did ask, instead Aera broke their gaze and brought her eyes to the floor, “I think he’s nice. Well, at least Appa is more bearable than Eomma. He’s not as forward.”

“Forward isn’t always bad.”

“Sometimes,” she replies. “Sometimes it isn't.”

They continue down the hallway now, both of them syncing up their footsteps.

“But, hey, I’m guessing Sakura hasn’t tried to kill you yet?” Soobin says with a joking lilt, teasing her for her irrational worries.

Aera scoffs a laugh at that. “Not yet, at least.”

The pair finally make it to the doorway and Aera steps to the right to seat herself at the picnic table, muttering the apology she promised her mother she would deliver. Soobin veered off to the left, taking a place on the sofa with the other three boys who seemed to be deep in the talk about a new album from someone Soobin hadn’t heard of before.

Sakura watched as Aera placed down her laptop and notebook, seemingly expectant for the brown-hair girl to say something that Aera wasn’t sure of. Due to this, she raised an eyebrow at Sakura and asked, “What?”

“You didn’t tell me that you invited other people,” Sakura quietly spoke, peering over to the opposite side of the balcony where Taehyun now stood singing a random tune that seemed to have the other three boys enraptured. “Did you purposely not tell me or?”

“No, I-” Aera knows that she can’t lie well. Whenever she tries either her voice raises over to octaves or she blinks repeatedly, for the worst cases she does both. “Maybe we should just start choosing a song. I’ve made you wait long enough.”

“Yeah,” the other girl agrees, not taking her eye off of Soobin as she speaks, and Aera being sure to take note of the action. “Let’s start.”

Sakura and Aera had made progress within the last hour and a half. They chose their song, one by IU where Sakura felt like it was easy to catch the beat, while Aera thought the lyrics were telling yet easy to remember. They then called up the boys to listen to their presentation, allowing them to give out critiques and feedback to their girls where the four boys found necessary. Although Aera was almost certain Taehyun was using this time to show off his vocal abilities, seeing as each time he found a ‘problem’ with the girls’ singing, he gave them a tutorial on how they should be singing and performing it himself.

A few minutes after the girls had gotten started with their performance for the boys, Aera’s parents brought out the loads of ‘snacks’ that they had prepared. Tteokbokki, jajangmyeon, and fried pork cutlets were just a few of the delicacies that the eldest Lees had prepared for their youngest child and her friends. The moment the food had been set out, the six teenagers began feasting.

For the three new young boys, since he was already familiar with Sanha, they were introduced to Aera’s father. The older man took it upon himself to ask each of them their name and speak with them a bit. He relayed the compliments his wife had spoken to him about, but Aera noticed that her father kept going back to Soobin and asking him questions.

Her mother had sat with the girls at the picnic table, being sure to feed Sakura as much food as she pleased and answered any question the bright-haired girl had about the cooking process. For Aera, being around Sakura for these past few hours weren’t as tortuous as she thought. She had expected snarky comments and backhanded words to be spat her way every ten seconds, but Sakura was actually quite (and Aera can’t believe she was thinking it but--) nice.

Sakura has a voice that’s velvety and smooth when she sings, and whenever Aera would mess up a lyric or sing in the wrong key, Sakura wouldn’t belittle her for her mistake. She would actually pause the music and help Aera go over the line once again. The two girls made a better team than they had thought, and once the group had stuffed themselves full, the two girls resumed their ‘performance’ for the four boys.

They sang the song a total of five times before the girls were deemed ‘flawless’ by the quartet. Although, Jeongin wasn’t paying that much attention and Sanha would say that they were flawless after each time they finished their song. Soon all six of them fell into simple conversation, Sakura squeezing onto the two-seat sofa with Soobin and Taehyun, and Aera sitting comfortably between Jeongin and Sanha on the three-seat couch.

Currently, they were debating whether they were Team Iron Man or Captain America, and majority had voted Team Cap, with Jeongin and Taehyun being the outliers who sided with Iron Man.

“Literally, what does Iron Man have to offer,” Sanha argued, “he’s just a rich man in a suit!”

“Exactly,” Jeongin rebutted. “He’s rich, he has money to offer. Do you guys think the Avengers tower, the hulk iron suit thingy, and so many more of the gadgets the Avengers used would have been created without Tony?”

Soobin shook his head at that. “Well, Ultron wouldn’t have been made without Tony either. He literally caused the entire second Avengers movie.”

“Who’s Ultron?” Sakura asked, and Taehyun agreed with her.

“The robot in Avengers: Age of Ultron,” Aera informed them. “C’mon guys it’s literally in the name!”

“And-and also, Captain America is just better because he could pick up Thor’s hammer in Endgame, like,” Aera paused for a second for dramatic effect. “Iron Man couldn’t do that. That means Steve Rogers is worthy.”

“Well Iron Man freaking saved the world and brought back everyone who was dead leafed away,” Taehyun pointed out. “Steve didn’t do that shit.”

“Dead leafed,” Soobin asked in confusion. “But anyways, Steve Rogers was still alive in the end, Tony wasn’t. There is clearly only one winner.”

“But Steve went back,” Jeongin said.

“He still isn’t dead,” Sanha interrupted. “But I’m not going to say Cap is perfect. He kissed his ex lover’s niece like three days after she died. And then went back to be with that same ex lover, so technically he kissed his niece!”

A chorus of ‘eww’ and ‘gross’ echoed throughout the group, while Sanha simply shrugged and said, “Somebody had to point it out.”

Suddenly a vibrating buzz filled the air, and Sakura stood up from her seat. She grabbed her ringing phone and began talking to whoever was on the other line. None of the boys paid attention to her, but Aera was watching her in case it was time for her to leave. Soon after, Sakura hung up the phone and began packing her stuff.

“My mom said she’s outside,” Sakura spoke to the group, making Aera stand up so she could lead Sakura to the front door.

The four boys all echoed different forms of, “goodbye,” as Sakura finished packing her things, and began heading inside. Aera and Sakura made their way back down the hallway and to the front foyer, standing idly for a few seconds as they prepared their farewells.

“Uh,” Aera began. “Thanks, for coming over. I hope it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be.”

“It wasn’t as bad,” Sakura smiled. “It was actually quite enjoyable, which I never thought I would have had as much fun with someone who I thought was so boring.”

Aera smiled tight-lipped at that, not being sure if she should be offended or grateful. “Thanks? But, yeah, it was fun. At least we got the project done.”

“Yeah,” Sakura placed her hand onto the door handle, pulling it open while still facing Aera. “But really, you’re cool.”

“You too, Sakura.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, turning to leave before she looked back at Aera quickly and said, “Oh! Can you also tell Soobin I’ll text him later? I forgot to say it before I left the balcony.”

The brown-haired girl froze at that statement, a pang of something settling in her chest but she recovers quickly. “Yeah, I’ll tell him when he leaves.”

“Cool. Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Aera watches as Sakura walks from her front door to the passenger seat of her mother’s car. “Bye.”

She makes her way back out to the balcony, expecting to see the four boys still in their same spots, but instead she is only greeted by Jeongin and Sanha.

“Where are the other two,” she asks, taking their previous seats in their absence.

“They went to go help your mom clean the dishes,” Jeongin says through a piece of fried pork cutlet in his mouth, which Aera doesn’t know where he got it from because she was sure they had finished that off first out of all of the dishes. “Y’know to get in her good ranks again.”

“I’m surprised you aren’t in there too, San San.”

Sanha rests back farther in his seat. “Eh, I think it’s time for me to step down from my position of favorite and let someone who deserves it take the crown.”

“Ah, what a humble fellow,” Aera jokes with a posh accent.

“That I am,” Sanha replies, playing along.

Jeongin mutters something under his breath about the two of them being weird just as Taehyun and Soobin return, Soobin sitting beside Aera on the sofa, and Taehyun choosing to join Sanha and Jeongin on the couch.

A warm silence takes over the group as no one talks, but Aera does take notice of the fact that she and Soobin are merely an inch and a half apart and with the slightest movement of her knee, their knees would be touching. But she doesn’t have to contemplate whether or not she was going to make the first move, seeing as seconds later Soobin moves his own knee, knocking his jean-clad one with her sweatpant clad knee.

The silence seems to thicken for a moment, and neither of them move an inch. Sanha notices the discreet action, taking it upon himself to not make a big deal and he turns to face Jeongin in order to conceal his smile.

Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all.

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teamsarawatshusband · 3 years

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Word Of Honor - 1st watch insta thoughts - Episode 2

Here’s Episode 1

Okay, before I get started with the episode, thank you so much for your likes and kind words and explanations. Thanks @averageace for letting me know that ghosts aren't necessarily dead. And thanks @ pretty-much-obsessed for letting me know it's not xianxia but wuxia. K, no cultivators. Got it!

Oh, just for future reference: I love when you guys help me out in the comments with understanding stuff like this! As long as you don’t spoil the story, I'm super grateful for all the genre info and cultural insights <3

Anyway, here we go!

Episode 2:

Oooooh, it was smirky guy who stopped the whip. And everybody is watching. How embarrassing.

I kinda like purple girl. She's so feisty and sassy.

Ok, the kid wants to make friends with alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. He's in town to buy pastries for his mom, that's so cute. I need a shorter name for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Anyway, the kid gives him a bookmark like a key to where he lives. Alright.

So smirky guy really did recognize the fighting. Oh, Four Seasons Manor is a sect! Ok, ok. And that's their fighting style. Was smirky guy once a part of them? Still so mysterious.

The kids are singing about the 5 lakes. That seems to be important somehow.

K, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wants to hitch a boat ride. And the old man looks like the old guy who got the 7 nails last time, but he's probably not, i'm just bad with faces again.

Yooo, does alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy have so much silver? Yeah, I wouldn't trust him either, old man. Oh, smirky guy intervenes. And now the old boatman wants to do the ride.

Whoaaa, nice scenery with the water and the blossoms and the music. I wanna go there.

So, now he's at mirror lake manor. Was that the kid's place? I forgot.

Wow, that boatman is really something, shouting out his insults as alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is simply standing on the dock. Can't he be a bit nicer? LOOOOOL, yeah, so now he really dashed without paying, that's what you get for being rude.

But shame on tragic hero lord guy.You should always pay your debts. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Whoaaaaa, the blossom trees. I'm in love. Tragic hero lord guy flies over them in slo-mo.

And when it's not snowing, it's raining petals. Why is there a boat on dry land? Is that gonna be important?

Ooooh, fan fight! Must be smirky guy. Yusss! And now they're dancing.

Oh, and now smirky guy is being poetic. Dude, you sound like you’re crushing on him hard, man. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy isn't having any of it, lol.

There's two guys talking about war in the next scene. One of them is the dad and the other a son. Is that our kid from before? He seems older. I hate being bad with faces. Oh, he's not the kid. He's his older brother. And apparently there's one more brother even. I'm gonna get them all confused so much. Ugh

Tragic hero lord guy gets to stay in a woodshed. And likes it. I mean... whatever makes him happy, I guess.

Ooooh, back at the palace, I remember the helmets of the soldiers. And there's the guy who took tragic hero lord guy's job and... the other, like... boss guy. Maybe a king or an emperor. New at the job guy talks about... stuff. He's killed people. And seems proud of it. And now he's talking about a children's song. Oh wait, is that the song that alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy noticed earlier on? Oh, the song is connected to the glazed armor. Got it.

Ooooh, they sent a spy after tragic hero lord guy. So that's why he went into hiding.

Back in the woodshed, either the alcohol was bad, or tragic hero lord guy is having issues with the nails thing. His veins are moving and it looks disgusting tbh. And he's kinda... fuming. Literally. Looks like he's got a bad smell. And now he's... trying to meditate the smell away?

Oh, there's a fire outside.

Why?

Oh no, it's the red guys with the masks again. They're killing people.

Ooooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps into the fight, alright. OMG, I LOVE THAT TREE IN THE BACKGROUND!!! It's so pretty.

I want it.

Somebody is trying to sneak a kid out. Possibly our kid. Not sure. And the red guys are following them. Hmm.

Oh, a bird. Tragic hero lord guy calls it a sparrow and a spy from the window of heaven, which... okay, but it's definitely NOT a sparrow. Maybe it's just a not so good translation.

Aww man, and now my tree's on fire! :(((( Why can I never have nice things? :(

Now it's raining yellow paper thingies. They kinda look like those smiley potato chips thingies that you can get in the freezer section at the supermarket.

Oh, they're weapons from the red guys. And the guy who's trying to sneak the kid out... is that the boatman?

Oooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps in. If that WAS the boatman, then he's getting paid alright. Heh.

Ok, wth? Swords are not supposed to be that bendy. That does not look like a good sword. How are you gonna stab anybody with a wobbly, shaky weapon like that?

And smirky guy is sitting on the window sill watching the situation unfold like a supermodel waiting to be called onto the runway. Instead of... like... HELPING?! Wth?

And he's an alcoholic too? Hmm

K, that was a short stay, they're back on the boat

Eww, the red guys cut of somebody's arm. Wait, is that the dad from before? And the others are... the kid's brothers? Maybe? Oh, whoever they are, they're supposed to have the glazed armor, and the red masked guys want it. And they're gonna kill them all? That's brutal, man.

But if they ARE the kid’s brothers and they’re about to die, then at least I won’t get them confused, so there’s a plus side.

Anway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy, the boatman and the kid are in some dusty place. And the boatman is savage as fuck. He wants his money, lol. I like him.

Oh no, so much information. I'm so bad at this. So the kid is supposed to hide at 5 lakes, but doesn't want to. And somebody saved somebody, I have no idea. I wanna know if alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is gonna go meditate again, because it looks like he wants to.

And now the potato smileys are flying in again. Great. I'm never gonna unsee the potato thing now.

Anyway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy who seriously NEEDS A NAME(!!!) is getting smelly again. And the kid wants to defend them all and instantly drops the sword. That does not look good.

So many red masked guys.

LOL, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy needs 15 minutes. To smell better, maybe.

Wow, the old boatman is a good fighter, but he stands no chance. Are he and the kid really the ones supposed to fight, while tragic hero guy is being smelly and smirky guy is still chilling who knows where?

See the stinky fumes?

Whoa the kid is willing to sacrifice himself for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Who is just as surprised as me. And if it weren't for somebody intervening, they'd both be dead. Who is it?

Yooooooooo, purple girl coming in to the rescue. Of course. Need a job well done, leave it to the woman.

Wow, she's so badass. And the kid and the boatman are helping too. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy went back to meditating.

:O There were two nuts!!! I saw them!!! Is nuts guy one of the red masked guys?

Oh, NOW alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is starting to fight. Probably smelled the nuts and got into it.

LOL, wth? Now that he's done fighting, he faints? And THAT's when smirky guy shows up? To catch him? And alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wakes up again instantly to fight.

Lololol, wth? Smirky guy is like "Heh, you cute, let me wrap your sword around us." ;)

Maybe the wobbly bendy sword is a flirting technique and actually does serve a purpose.

He has really long fingers too.

Just saying.

Aww, would have been a cute moment if the boatman weren't deadly hit. And now he's smelly too. Wait, do smelly fumes mean doomed to die?

Ohh, he's gonna make him adopt the kid, isn't he?

Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy drops a name, and says he's Zhou Xu. Is that his real name? Feels like smirky guy would probably recognize him if he gave his real name. But also maybe not. I know nothing. And smirky guy is mysterious as fuck. But I’ll take the name,because it’s shorter than the one I gave him.

Boatman is still a bit rude, threatening to curse Zhou Xu’s ancestors if he doesn't take care of the kid. Aren't they cursed already? Anyway, boatman can't know that.

Ok, old boatman has died and the kid is adopted. Cool, cool.

Oh, some fighter guys in nicely pleated skirts... who are they? Are they the guards of the manor? Are they there to help the kid? Whoever they are, they came too late and they set off fireworks.

Ok, smirky guy introduces himself. Wen Ke Xing. Oh boy, I hope I can remember that name.

Why is the kid dizzy? Did he get hurt?

Now they're discussing about the bread and nobody's willing to eat first while the kid is empty handed and very clearly hungry as hell. I feel so bad for him.

Why does smirky guy come across so snobby? I wanna like him.

Wow, they finally give the kid some food and now HE's refusing to eat it as well.

Purple girl is the only person actually getting fed tonight.

I mean, she deserves it. She fought the hardest.

Oooooh, smirky Wen Ke Xing guy is onto Zhou Xu lord guy. First stares him up and down while he's resting (lusting much?) and then flat out asks if he's in disguise.

Oh and the kid IS hurt. And smirky Ke Xing is the only one to realize too. He's redeeming himself. A little.

Zhou Xu lord guy doesn't want him to touch the kid though. Why?

Oooh, they're dancing again.

LOL, purple girl gets it. I saw that smile. I bet she's a shipper. What is the ship name? KeXu? ZhouXing? I literally had to scroll up and reread the names. We should just call them smirklord.

Okay, end of episode.

What did I learn? Names were dropped. Zhou Xu lord guy has adopted the kid. Smirky guy is called Wen Ke Xing. He comes across a bit shady and pretentious and also flirty. Very flirty. But Purple girl is cool, and she trusts him so he must be kinda cool too. Still don't know who they really are and what they want. Like any of them. So far, I like the kid and purple girl best. I hope they all travel together to bring the kid to... wherever he's supposed to go.

Goals for future episodes: Find out who nut guy is. Learn the freaking names reliably. Find out people's connections to each other.

#word of honor #1st watch insta thoughts #word of honor ep 02

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Erik and Reader have a 16 year old daughter who starts being disrespectful towards them.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst.

Kayla Stevens was currently on FaceTime with one of her home girls from school gossiping about Spring Fling and who they were going to go with. It was way past her bed time, around 1:00 AM and Kayla’s mom and dad talked about her getting some rest since sleep was a must for the body. Plus, Kayla has multiple AP courses to prepare her for college since she wants to be a Physician Assistant like her mother. Kayla was dressed in a pair of Nike women’s pro shorts and a matching Nike sports bra with her curly full lace wig up in a bun and wrapped with a silk scarf. She laughed with her braces on full display, short nude nails bright in the camera light.

“Girl, Donte is like, all over me,” Kayla says while smacking her lips and sticking her tongue out, “He is so fione! I would give him all of me.”

“Donte is a hoe, Kayla. He’s cute and yeah he plays basketball like you but he is not the boy you need to be going for. He will cheat on you quick,” Trinny, Kayla’s friend says.

Kayla rolls her eyes, “But how do you know though? He asked me to Spring Fling. We could be crowned king and queen.”

“I mean, that’s up to you. Just don’t come crying to me about how much he hurt you.”

“Whatever, anywayssss,” Kayla rolls over on her back, “I’m trying to get my mom to take me shopping for a new dress but she talking about I have plenty of dresses and I don’t need no more. Ugh, she gets on my nerves with that shit.”

Trinny laughs, “My mom bought me some heels and a dress from Fashion Nova.”

“Bitch,” Kayla puts her middle finger up at Trinny, “She just get on my nerves! She found my report card and saw that I’m not doing good in AP Biology.”

“Damn, what did she say?”

“She saying she’s gonna take away some privileges if I keep messing up.” Kayla groans.

“You better get back on it then, girl. What did Mr. Erik say?” Trinny spoke sweetly.

“Girl, DONT say his name like that. That’s my father, Trinny, I don’t want to think about that shit.”

“He’s just so handsome! Let me find a dude like that!”

Ew, just...eww,” Kayla scrunched her face.

Knock knock

“Kayla, what the hell are you still doing up!”

It was her mother.

“Why are you still up?” Kayla asks with an attitude.

“Because this is my house and I can stay up whenever the hell I want. Don’t question me. Now open this door, what did me and your father tell you about locking doors?”

“UGH,” Kayla looks down at Trinny on her phone, “Girl, I’ll see you in school tomorrow morning.”

“You’re about to get your ass beat,” Trinny jokes.

Kayla hangs up on Trinny before climbing out of her bed and heading towards the door. Kayla unlocks it, letting out a frustrating sigh before opening the door. Y/N, Kayla’s mother was standing there in a pair of black silk pajamas, her silk pressed hair wrapped around and secured with pins.

“What did your father and I tell you about staying up too late on a school night?”

Kayla rolls her eyes, “Go to bed by 11-”

“Who are you rolling your eyes at, little girl? last time I checked you’re 16 years old. Still a child. Don’t disrespect me, Kayla. I don’t know where you’re learning this behavior from but it damn sure didn’t come from me.”

“You embarrassed me on the phone with Trinny-”

“Is Trinny my child? no. If you weren’t on the phone then maybe Trinny wouldn’t know about it, would she?”

Kayla began tapping her foot with frustration, eyes heavenward as if she wanted to speak her mind.

“Keep it up, watch. There will be no Spring Fling, no prom, and no birthday party. Don’t think I forgot about your grades.”

Kayla groans, “Ma, it’s just one class. That’s it.”

“So? you decided to take these AP courses your junior year and that’s exactly what you’re going to do and pass every single one.”

Kayla glared, kissing her teeth before turning to walk back into her room.

“Did I say we were finished? Kayla,” Y/N spoke with warning, “You know what, give me your phone-”

“Seriously?!!” Kayla looked distraught.

“Yeah, give me the goddamn phone. No phone privileges until the weekend-”

“DADDY!” Kayla called out for her father. Y/N places one hand on her hip, looking at Kayla up and down before abruptly snapping her fingers.

“HEY!” Y/N held her hand out, motioning with her manicured nails for Kayla to give her the phone, “Phone. Now.”

“What’s going on?”

Erik Stevens, Kayla’s father, Steps from out of the room rubbing his hands down his face since he was asleep. He wore a fitted white T-shirt with a pair of light grey sweatpants and his now much longer dreads wrapped up since he just got them done.

“Dad,” Kayla started speaking in that sweet voice that always got her what she wanted.

“Yeah, baby,” Erik glanced over at his wife, noticing the anger in her eyes before looking back at his daughter.

“Mom is trying to take my phone away. Can you please tell her that I need my phone and that I can’t go the next few days without it.”

“She’s going to give me that phone. Calling your father out here isn’t going to change my mind, Kayla. I don’t know what has gotten into you but this is going to stop.”

Erik lets out a sigh, “Kay, come on, give your mother the phone.”

Kayla felt like her father betrayed her. She was definitely a Daddy’s Girl. Kayla is Erik’s little princess. Anything she wanted, he would give her, even after her mother told him no. Y/N and Erik had multiple arguments about spoiling kayla and trying to break her out of always having her hand out. Y/N has been trying to get Kayla to volunteer at the Hospital she works at so that she can have first hand experience but Kayla never wants to do it. All Kayla is worried about is her phone and how she looks. She desperately wants to keep her popularity.

“This isn’t fair at all,” Kayla looked like she wanted to cry as her hand reached out in front of her. Y/N grabs the phone, tucking it in the pocket of her silk pajamas before folding her arms across her chest.

“You can have it back this weekend but right now, you don’t deserve it. You need to learn some respect-”

Okay, okay. It’s getting late. Kayla take your butt to bed, Y/N, let’s go. That includes no TV, Kay. Love you, goodnight.” Erik mentions with his arms out to separate Y/N from Kayla.

“Kay, we only want what’s best for you-”

“I hate this,” Kayla turns, storming inside her room and then slamming her door shut.

“Erik, I am two seconds away from going in that room,” Y/N closes her eyes, “What is going on with her?”

“I don’t know. I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow.

Y/N laid in bed with a mixture of sadness and anger in her eyes as she looked at Kayla’s contact numbers for Erik and herself.

“Erik! Come look at this!”

Erik went to their master bathroom to use it before going back to sleep. He entered the bedroom, slowly getting into bed next to his wife before glancing down to see that she was looking through Kayla’s phone.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“I paid for this phone, I have the right to see what my daughter has been up to. I want you too look at this.”

Erik sighs before grabbing the phone from Y/N. At first he stared at the phone nonchalantly but when he spotted what Y/N was referring to his eyes grew wide with anger.

“See? This is what I am worried about, Erik. I’m telling you, it’s that Trinny girl. She’s too grown and fast in the ass and she is trying to steer Kayla in the wrong direction.”

“Whore one, and Whore two.”

Erik was referring to the contact names that Kayla gave them both. Y/N was whore one and Erik was whore two.

“Oh hell nah,” Erik was pissed, “She ain’t getting this phone back until I say she can.”

“You’re still going to talk to her since you’re picking her up right?”

“Yeah,” Erik places Kayla’s phone on the night stand before turning off his lamp light, “And she wanted to go driving tomorrow too so she can get her license by prom, ain’t gon’ happen.”

Y/N didn’t turn off her lamp just yet as she stared down at her hands. She never imagined her little angel would be this disrespectful towards her. Y/N started seeing the signs when Kayla started hanging around Trinny. All the horrible things began to cross her mind. What if Kayla is having sex? What if she is sneaking out the house or inviting people over whenever Erik and herself go out for date night?

“Baby,” Erik takes his muscular arm, pulling Y/N close to him so they could cuddle. Y/N snuggled her bottom closer to Erik’s crotch, her hand coming down to interlock fingers with his hand. Erik reaches his head across to kiss her neck and then her cheek.

“It’s just a phase. You know we went through that shit too. Kayla is just growing up. Hormones, wanting to impress her friends, pressure from school. It’s all a competition.”

“You’re not worried, though? What if it’s something she’s out there doing and not telling us, Erik?”

“Like sex?” Erik questions, his mind filling with that unwanted thought.

“Yes. She talks about this Donte boy a lot-“

“Donte? I know it’s not the little nigga I see clowning around whenever I help out at the school with assist coaching.” Erik felt heat rise over his skin.

“It is. She has a little crush on that boy, Erik.”

“Fuck,” Erik presses his face into the back of Y/N’s neck, “Yeah, I’m gon’ have to have a serious talk with her tomorrow.”

—-

Kayla was upset that basketball practice was canceled for the girls since the boys have a game coming up within the next two days. Kayla contemplated staying behind to watch Donte play but she decided it would be best to wait for her father to come get her. Kayla was on her way out of the gymnasium with her duffel bag and basket ball when a sweaty Donte caught up with her when she was exiting the school.

“What’s going on, light skin?”

“Shut up, I’m not even that light,” Kayla bashfully smiles with her mouth full of braces, “What do you want, Donte? Aren’t you supposed to be practicing?”

Donte takes the collar of his Wildcats jersey to wipe sweat from his forehead, “I need some air. You know that gym smell like ass and feet.”

“That’s y’all,” Kayla jokes.

“Whatever, light skin. So, you don’t want to stick around so we can hoop later?” Donte licks his lips.

“Can’t, my Dad is on his way so,” Kayla looks away before shouldering her duffel bag.

“Damn, daddy got you on lock down?”

“NO.” Kayla says to her defense, “He just needs to take me practice driving. I’m trying to get my license before prom so I can drive there.”

“OH SHIT!” Donte brings a fist to his mouth, “Kay Kay gonna have a whip!”

“Yes,” Kayla flips the hair from her full lace curly wig from her shoulder, “It’s gonna be so bomb.”

“If you stop playing games and let me take you I can keep you company in that car.”

Kayla blushes, “What makes you think I want you in my car?”

“Because of that look you’re giving me.”

Kayla rolls her eyes, unable to fight a smile, “You get on my nerves.”

Beep Beep

Kayla turns, spotting her father in his Lamborghini truck.

“Shit, I gotta go.”

“Tell Mr. Erik I said hi. And think about what I said, light skin.”

Kayla smirks, “I’ll think about it.”

Donte gives Kayla one final look over before turning, jogging back into the school. Kayla walks down the front steps of the school trying her best to control the butterflies in her stomach and the smile that fought to show. She didn’t need her father to question anything. Kayla approached the car, walking around the passenger side.

“Daddy,” Kayla closes the door, “Why did you bring the truck? I thought we were gonna drive in the Mercedes? I don’t know how to drive this-“

“Hello to you too,” Erik looks over at Kyla with a smirk.

“Hey dad.”

Erik drives off while turning down the music.

“So, are we going to practice drive or nah?”

Erik makes a turn, “No. we need to talk.”

Kayla rolls her eyes into her head, “Talk about what?”

“About what’s been up with you. Why you’re talking back to your mother. Why you’re putting us in your contacts as Whore one and Whore two.”

“Oh my God,” Kayla felt her heart drop to her stomach, “Y’all went through my phone?”

“Kayla, that’s not the point-“

“That’s not cool at all. Y’all don’t trust me?”

“Kay, I’m talking.”

She huffs, “Fine.”

“Why do you call us that? Your whores? Like we’re your friends or some shit?”

Kayla has a permanent scowl on her face as she looks out the window.

“Kay, I asked you a question.”

“I don’t know,” Kayla spoke with a small voice.

The drive was pretty short, only about ten almost fifteen minutes. Erik didn’t nag Kayla on the ride over.

“Still don’t know?” Erik asks.

“Nope.”

“I’m not buying that,” Erik pulled up to their home, parking the car. He looked over at Kayla his eyes patient because rushing her wouldn’t help.

Kayla rolls her eyes with a groan, “It’s just a running joke. All my friends did it.”

“You find shit like that funny? Calling your parents who take care of you whores?”

“Dad,” Kayla looked away shamefully, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? How does mom feel-“

“You already know the answer to that question. Talk to me, Kay, what’s really going on with you?”

“Ugh,” Kayla hugs her basketball, “If you give me my phone back I’ll tell you.”

Erik gave her a look that made Kayla cower in her seat.

“There is really nothing to tell you, Dad. Maybe it’s a teenager thing, I don’t know.”

“I don’t give a fuck what thing it is, Kayla. Your mom and I are worried. This girl, Trinny, never met her but your mom tells me she’s a little...”

“How would she know that?” Kayla laughs trying to calm her anger, “Did she go snooping on Trinny too-“

“Kayla. That’s not the point. Stop running your mouth and listen.”

Kayla stopped talking.

“What about Donte?”

“Donte?” Kayla tried to fight a smile but Erik already saw it coming.

“Yeah, what’s going on with that? I know your getting older and you’re gonna have your little crushes and what not but...I’ve seen him, remember? I assist coach the boys basketball team. The things he talks about, his actions, I don’t like it, Kay.”

“He’s just a jokester, dad-“

“The reason I am saying this to you is because I’ve seen the way he acts when you aren’t around. That’s what guys do, Kay, they put on a front. He’s being all nice and flirty with you now but take it from your father, I’ve been there, I’ve done that. I don’t want my daughter getting involved with that type of situation. You need to focus on school, your youth, and playing ball. That’s all that matters. Niggas like Donte will bring you down, baby girl, trust me when I say that.”

Kayla sat listening. She always took her fathers advice but hearing him talk about Donte the way he did bothered her. Trinny talks about him that way too but Kayla never took it seriously. Hearing it from her dad felt different. It felt like she was making a bad decision.

“We love you, Kay. We have your best interest at heart. Not Trinny, and not Donte. Imagine if we weren’t in your life. My parents-your grandparents, they died before I could even understand what it meant to be a teenager. I had to learn all that shit on my own. Then, your mama and I had you at such a young age. We were still teenagers, Kay. If it wasn’t for her family, we wouldn’t have been able to take care of you. You gotta think about stuff like that.”

Kayla could feel her eyes welling up with tears. Taking the sleeve of her hoodie, Kayla wipes away at her wet eyes, her lower lip trembling like crazy.

“Kayla,” Erik leans forward in his seat to stare at his daughters face. Kayla turns away from him, sniffling a little bit while jerking her leg. Erik takes his hand to rub Kayla’s back, his jaw clenching so he wouldn’t become emotional. This brought back memories for him. When Y/N and Erik took Kayla to get her ears pierced at just one years of age, Erik teared up when Kayla began to scream-cry. He was ready to attack the woman who was piercing her ears. Y/N was the strong one.

“Kayla, Princess, look at me.”

“No,” Kayla says with a small voice.

“It’s just me and you.”

Kayla licks her dry lips before turning towards her father with puffy eyes and her face flushed.

“I love you. We love you. You know if you ever need to talk to us you can.”

“I know,” Kayla gave her father a weak smile, “I’ll try to communicate more.”

——-

Y/N had a busy day at work, arriving home around 8:30 PM to find Cajun spaghetti left out for her on the oven. The smells of the spices made her stomach rumble. Y/N washed her hands before grabbing a bowl to eat. With her bowl filled and a tall glass of water, Y/N takes a seat at their kitchen island. In the middle of twirling spaghetti around her fork, Y/N heard footsteps approaching. Kayla was standing timidly at the entrance of the kitchen. Y/N places her fork in her bowl before standing from her seat to greet her daughter.

“Hey, baby,” Y/N hugs Kayla before placing a kiss on her forehead, “How was school?”

“Good. I didn’t have practice today.”

“Why?”

“Guys have a game coming up so they needed the space.” Y/N shifted on her feet, “Um...mama...dad told me about you looking through my phone.”

Y/N tilted her head at Kayla, “He did? Hmm...yes, I did look through your phone and I did find the names. Whore one and Whore two?”

Kayla shamefully looks down at her feet.

“I also found something else that I didn’t run past your father. You remember the conversations at family reunion about how crazy your father used to be, right?”

Kayla’s head snapped up to look at her mother.

“Kayla, the half naked photos in your underwear and bra? Who do you plan on sending those photos to?”

“No one,” Kayla reassures her mother, “I just...I just take them.”

“At 16? No,” Y/N turns away.

Kayla grew frustrated, “Why are you even going through my phone anyway? That’s like an invasion of privacy-“

“Kayla,” Y/N spoke with warning.

“what if I did that to you? Instead of talking to me you do something like that. Ugh, why did you go through my phone-“

“Because I can!” Y/N turns back to her daughter with rage, “I can do that because I am worried about my daughter keeping secrets from me. Why is it that every time we talk you always give me attitude, huh?! When you talk with your father you never disrespect him!”

“You’re always riding my butt! When dad says I can do something you go against it. You tell him about Trinny and Donte, you embarrass me, you never let me speak my mind-“

“You really feel that way about me?” Y/N looked at Kayla with a hurt expression.

“Yeah,” Kayla shakes her head, “I can’t talk to you about anything without you yelling at me.”

“Okay,” Y/N lets out a shaky breath before taking her seat again.

“That’s it, mama? No go to bed, you’re punished?”

“No.” Y/N stared straight ahead at the wall, “Apparently you can’t talk to me. Your own mother. I’m not going to argue with my child. I know what’s best for you even if you don’t agree with what I say. Some day you will understand but until then, if you feel like talking to your father is easier, then talk to him. It breaks my heart to get into these disputes with you. It wasn’t always like this, Kay.”

“Kayla.”

Kayla turns to find Erik approaching the heated scene. He heard everything.

“Dad-“

“Go upstairs, I’ll be up in a minute.”

Kayla didn’t think twice as she walks past him and up the steps. Erik turns to look at his wife playing with her food, her head bent low.

“Baby. Just give her some time. She’s still not over the fact that you went through her phone.”

Y/N’s face scrunched up with anger, “Who’s side are you on? Did you hear the way she talks to me?”

“I did.” Erik spoke calmly.

“And you want me to give her time? See, when I was growing up,” Y/N’s hands shook, “My mama would pop my lips, make em’ nice and swollen to the point where I couldn’t feel them whenever I talked back to her. She would whip my ass with a thick leather belt. That’s how I was taught not to run my smart ass mouth. I swore I would never lay a finger on my child. When she talked to me the way she did last night, I wanted to hit her, Erik. For the first time, I wanted to hit my child. But, I know that if I hit her, it would only make things worse. She can’t keep talking to me like that. It’s been going on too many times, far too long.”

Y/N shook her head, pushing away her food, rising from her seat and walking past Erik. Erik grabs her hand, pulling her into his embrace. He trapped her in his arms so she wouldn’t go, squeezing her to let her know that she was okay and that he would always be there.

“What am I doing wrong?” Her voice shook, “Am I too strict? Do I not give her enough freedom? Does she hate me and love you?”

“Kayla loves you baby,” Erik looks down at Y/N, kissing her lips, “she loves you more than anything in the world.”

“It hasn’t been feeling like it lately. It feels like she’s disgusted with me. We never talk about anything. When I try to talk to her she isn’t engaged and then she walks away. Last night, she was telling Trinny that I get on her nerves. That hurt.”

Y/N slips from Erik’s arms, wiping her eyes.

“I don’t know what to do. I think I’m losing my daughter.”

“You’re not losing her, baby. Go upstairs, knock on her door, squeeze her. Tell her how you feel and maybe that will make her understand. She’ll open up to you, Y/N, I know she will. She didn’t open up to me today. I don’t want you to feel like she loves me more than you-“

“You’ve always been around, Erik. I’ve been in school, and now I’m working late and she hardly sees me. You’re involved with her school activities and I only go to parent-teacher night. She barely knows me.”

Erik couldn’t find the words to make her see reason.

“I’m going to bed,” Y/N grabs her work bag from the kitchen Island, not once looking at Erik as she leaves the kitchen. Erik frustratingly pulls at his dreads before walking towards the kitchen island to lean on it. He was deep in thought as the silence surrounded him. He felt like he was caught in the middle. On one end, he could understand where his wife was coming from. Kayla has been very rebellious and disrespectful. On the other hand, he felt that Kayla felt like her mother couldn’t communicate with her and Y/N looking through her phone made her want to keep anything from her mother. He truly didn’t know how to get both of them to come together. He could only hope that tomorrow would be a better day to try again.

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #nahimjustfeelingit-writes

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Now and Then 4: Unrequited

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles and the prompt this week is # 45: “I don’t hate you” and will appear in bold.

Synopsis: Synopsis: The story of Alexis’s and Drake’s friendship since they met when they were 10 years old until they become roommates after college. (AU)

In this chapter: Lexie tries to reconnect with her father while she deals with her feelings for Drake.

Warning: Teen angst, A very bad father, Unrequited love. THE CONTENT OF THIS BLOG IS NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18

Word count: 1700 🙈

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2012. (17 years old)

Drake parked the Jeep that he had spent all summer repairing in front of Lex's house. While he waited for her, he turned on the radio and raised the volume at AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long. On his rear mirror, he saw Lexie leaving her house with a cherry Pop-Tart in her mouth, and her backpack half-opened; she was tying up her hair in a messy bun as she approached his car.

"The alarm didn't sound again?" Drake asked teasingly when she got into the car.

"It did." She chewed the last bit of Pop-Tart. "I got in an argument with my mom. My dad wants to see me, but she doesn't want me to go."

Drake frowned. "Out of the blue? Isn't that a little weird?"

"It's for my birthday, Drake."

"Lex, your birthday was more than two weeks ago."

"He was busy. He said he tried to call me, but you know this thing never works," Lexie said, pointing at her old cellphone.

Call me, Maybe start playing on the radio. She smiled mischievously.

Drake rolled his eyes, "Don't you dare, Lex."

Lexie looked at him mockingly and raised the volume.

"Just don't do the dance, please don't do the dance," he pleaded, knowing that it was pointless.

"Do you mean this dance?" she grinned as she sang along with the radio, dancing and mimicking the song's dance moves with her hands.

"You're such a dork." Drake chuckled.

Lexie laughed. "Come on, Walker, I know you want to too." She kept singing. "Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy …" She threw Drake a mischievous look and pointed finger guns at him.

"… But here's my number, so call me maybe," Drake talked more than sang as he shook his head smiling. They both burst into laughter.

When the song ended, Drake lowered the volume and asked, "Are you going to see him?"

"My dad? Well … maybe …" She bit her lip.

He saw the gesture. "What?"

"I thought that maybe you could come with me?"

"Hard pass."

"Please, Drake! I really want to see him, but it's been a while. Plus, Cindy and Sean will be there too, they make me so nervous." Lexie grimaced at the thought of her stepmother and stepbrother.

Drake had never met George O'Brien. In their six years of friendship, Lexie's father had called her for her birthday a total of three times -always late- and she rarely saw him. Drake loathed the guy, but for some reason, Lexie was desperate to reconnect with him. Drake couldn't understand, if Bianca came back, he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

"If Elena doesn't want you to see him, she must have her reasons," Drake said as he parked the car.

"Dad was a crappy husband, but he loves me; he wants to have a relationship with me." She sighed. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, though."

Drake detected the hint of vulnerability in her voice. "Don't worry, Lex; I'll be there. When is it?"

"Tonight," Alexis replied as they walked to the school.

"Shit! I had a date with Haley."

The mention of Drake's girlfriend made Lexie nauseous. She had been unsuccessfully fighting her feelings for Drake for over a year. As much as she tried, she couldn't avoid the flip on her stomach when she saw him, or her heart racing every time he smiled at her.

"I know. I tried to change the day, but he refused."

"It's okay, Lex. I'll talk to Haley; I can always find ways to make it up to her later." Drake smiled.

"Eww! Disgusting, Walker”.

"Drake!" Haley yelled with her sickly-sweet tone of voice

Alexis rolled her eyes. “And that's my cue to leave.”

“You could give her a chance, you know? She’s nice.”

“Right. See you at lunch?"

"Yeah.”

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The rest of the morning passed quickly. At lunch, Lexie threw a glance towards her regular table in the cafeteria. Liam, Olivia, and Max were talking while Haley and Drake were kissing each other. Alexis wondered if there ever came out for air. She was about to leave the cafeteria with an empty stomach when Max yelled her name.

Shit. Lexie waved back and sat next to Max across the two happy couples. She slammed her tray on the table, crashing it against Drake's.

"Is everything alright, Lexie?" Liam asked.

"Yeah," Lexie answered angrily.

Olivia and Max exchanged a look. They knew perfectly what the problem was.

"Penelope is having a party Sunday night. Would you like to come? She has a pool," Haley said, smiling.

"Sunday is GOT night, and we all watch it at Li's house, sorry," Lexie said dismissively.

Drake glared at her.

"You can come too; It's actually pretty fun," Liam invited Haley before Olivia could kick him under the table.

"What's GOT?" Haley asked.

Drake was about to answer, but Lexie beat him to it. "Are you serious? Game of Thrones. Best show ever," she replied, annoyed.

"Oh! I hate it!' Haley grimaced. "So much blood and killing. Totally a boy's show."

Lexie snapped at her, "I guess Liv and I didn't realize that we needed a penis to watch a TV show. Maybe, you can give us a list of the things girls are supposed to like." When she saw Haley blushing embarrassed, Lexie knew she had gone too far. She bit her lip, ashamed of herself.

Drake shot her a furious look and stood up from the table. "Come on, Haley. We have Algebra in 10 minutes."

Oliva smirked. "Remind me not to piss you off."

"What? She was sexist!" Lexie defended herself.

"Right, that's why you scolded her, feminism," Maxwell laughed. “Nothing to do with Dr-” Max stopped talking when Lexie elbowed him. Liam didn’t know anything.

"Why do you dislike her so much?" Liam asked before finishing his cheeseburger.

"I don't. I have to go; I have class too." She left in a hurry. She was feeling angry and frustrated, specially with herself.

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After class, she ran to the locker rooms to change for Gym when she stumbled upon Haley.

"I was looking for you," Haley said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, Haley I have Gym like in five minutes," Lexie replied, trying to be more agreeable than she was at lunch.

"It's going to be fast. I just wanted to tell you that I'd like it if we could be friends. I know you hate me, but I think you're cool, and it would be best for Drake if we all got along."

Haley was a tall, green-eyed gorgeous blond. As if that wasn't threatening enough, she was kind and friendly too.

Lexie sighed. "I don't hate you. I'm sorry about this morning, that wasn't about you." Or not entirely.

"It's fine." Haley gave her a perfect smile. "I know Drake loves Game of Thrones. Would you explain it to me? So, I can watch it with him?"

Lexie suppressed her urge to roll her eyes. "You don't have to like it only because he does, you know?" Trying to make amends for her earlier behavior, she added, "but, if you want to, yeah, I'll explain it."

Haley almost jumped. "Thank you, Lex."

"Uhm, only Drake calls me Lex," she said but added apologetically, "but you can call me Lexie if you want though, all my friends do."

"Got it, thanks, Lexie. I better run; I have class too." Haley waved her god-bye.

Lexie was about to enter the gym when she got a text message from her father. It turned out that he couldn't have dinner that night, but he asked her to go to his lawyer's office and sign some papers related to her grandfather's inheritance next week. That was the real reason he wanted to see her, not to reconnect with her. Elena was right about him.

After typing a quick text to Drake telling him that he was free for his date, Lexie decided to skip Gym, she wasn't in the mood. She walked around for a while until she reached the football field. She sat on the stands with a framed photo of her father in her hands, she had planned to give it to him that night as a gift. In the picture, she was 8 years old and was looking at her father adoringly as they decorated a Christmas tree. Lexie hated to cry but couldn't help herself. Everything in her life was upside down. A father that didn't love her and a crush that would never be anything else. Lexie was well aware that Drake only saw her as his best friend.

"Lex," Drake said, startling her.

Lexie tried to wipe the tears off her face so he wouldn't see them. "What are you doing here? I thought you had a date."

"You're worried about Haley now?" He said, handing her a Coke, her comfort drink.

"Hey! I apologized!" Lexie exclaimed after taking a sip of the drink.

Drake chuckled. "Yeah, only because she went looking for you."

"Can we count this as a win? I apologized to one of your girlfriends, that's unheard of."

"You're so damn stubborn that yes; we'll count this as a win." He couldn't explain it, but Drake sort of liked how possessive Lexie was with him.

They sat in silence for a moment. Drake had seen her crying when he sat next to her, but he knew his best friend better than anyone, she needed a little space before talking about her problems.

After a while, he finally asked, "Are you okay, Lex?"

"Uh-huh," she replied.

"Lex, look at me."

Her big brown eyes looked up to him. Drake's heart tightened with her sadness. "He's not worth it. You know it, right?" He put his arm around her shoulders. “If he doesn’t appreciate to have a daughter like you, then he’s a piece of crap.”

"He's my dad. He's supposed to love me no matter what," Lexie cried despite herself. "If he doesn't, who will?"

"I'm always going to be here, Lex. No matter what."

She looked at him. "You say that now, but you will fall in love and forget all about me."

Drake raised her chin with his fingers, she almost melted when she met his deep gaze. "Never. No matter what happens you’ll always be my best friend Lex." He placed a friendly kiss on her forehead. "I swear.”

“Me too,” she answered sadly as she placed her head on his shoulder.

#axwalker writes #drake x alexis #now and then #wacky drabbles

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Hey! I saw your blog today and I love it very much!! I see you're an open person so, I also have a question: HOW does one survive studying japanese at uni?? I'm in my first year and only my second (online haha) semester and we started out with Minna no nihongo 1 but we're supposed to finish Minna 2 by the end of this semester, same with Basic Kanji book 1 in the first sem and now Basic Kanji Book 2, all while also learning mostly of Japan's history and others in this semester. Exams will kill me

Hello! I’m glad you’re enjoying my blog! I am open to a fault lol. Let me recount my meandering journey through uni, illustrating my feelings through gifs of Noel Fielding because he is my celebrity crush.

Uni is such a difficult time for so many people, trying to figure out who you are now and who you want to be later. It wasn’t until my senior year that I realized what I wanted to do. I started writing out my university experience and it got super long, so allow me to just summarize my “Lessons Learned” here and you can read the rest if you want to know all the dirty deets lol. I double-majored in Japanese and English, so I think that my experience can perhaps be useful to people who are majoring in things other than Japanese as well.

Hard-Learned Lessons from Uni

Do not choose a course of study because it is “practical.” Choose it because it is something you love. Seriously. Nothing is more important than this point. Do not choose a major because “I’ll make a lot of money” or “My parents are telling me this is good for me.”

If you are learning multiple languages at once, you must give your brain time to organize what you learned from one language lesson before moving on to the next. You can do this by waiting a couple hours between lessons, getting up and walking around, studying one language in different space from the other, etc. Otherwise, it all becomes a terrible mess in your head.

It’s okay not to know what you want your career to be. It’s okay not to have a specific plan. Life works out one way or the other.

I know how expensive uni can be. (It’s been six years since I graduated and I’m still making hefty loan payments.) But don’t feel like you have to take a full courseload every single semester and graduated asap, particularly if the classes are hard and/or you are working. I took the maximum credit hours allowed every semester on top of working RIDICULOUS hours and it nearly killed me at one point. I’m not kidding.

It is not unusual to have an identity crisis and/or mental breakdown. Take care of yourself. Know when you are nearing breaking point. Seek out the help of professionals. Most universities have psychiatrists and therapists that will see you very cheaply.

Surround yourself with good people and look out for each other.

Do not rely on substances to ease your suffering because sometimes the remedy becomes the malady. Not saying you should avoid all parties or anything square like that, but just don’t be one of those people that parties every night and gets in over their head.

Let me preface this by stating that I’m an American, and our universities are stupid because they force us to take a ton of “general education” courses that are irrelevant to our majors, and many students spend their first couple years taking only a couple courses related to their majors and minors, and try to focus on getting those stupid gen eds out of the way.

Year 1: Oh Shit, This Is Harder Than I Thought It Would Be

I come from a town of less than 2600 people. Our high school prepared its students for the following career paths:

joining the military (boys only)

becoming a farmer (boys only)

welding, carpentry, or other practical jobs (boys only)

becoming a housewife (girls only)

So basically I coasted through high school never having to study anything because it was one great big joke, only I thought I was like super duper smart because I was in the top five of my graduating class of 48. LOLLLLLLLLL

I entered university as a German major, Japanese minor. (Japanese was not offered as a major at my uni). I had never studied German previously, but I studied Spanish and French in high school and I just had this feeling that German and Japanese were the languages for me.

The first semester, I had Japanese 101 and German 101 back to back, in the EXACT SAME CLASSROOM. I can’t stress enough how much of a mindfuck it was to go from thinking about Japanese for 50 minutes, having a 10 minute break, and then trying to switch your brain to German. IN THE SAME ROOM. It actually gave me headaches to try and make that mental jump. Managed to pull through the year with A’s in both, but German was much more of a challenge to me than Japanese. Which was really unexpected.

I also flunked several gen eds because I didn’t give a shit about them and skipped them and got placed on academic probation and was nearly kicked out of uni because of my poor grades

Basically, I was such a weeb that I had watched enough anime with subtitles and sung along to enough anime songs that I had absorbed about 90% of the first year’s worth of Japanese vocab and grammar through osmosis. I really did have the power of God and anime on my side.

Year 2: The Year of the Mid-Midlife Crisis and Mental Breakdown

There really is no gif that will encapsulate the level of turmoil I went through that year. I looked really hard for one, trust me.

It became apparent very quickly that I could not keep up with German. I ended up dropping it early in the first semester, which meant I had to choose a new major. Thinking of what would be practical to pair with a Japanese minor, I went for International Business for a semester, took Accounting, and realized that I HATE The Man, corporate bullshit, and also numbers as a concept.

All I knew at this point was that I liked Japanese but couldn’t make it a major. I also knew I didn’t want to transfer universities. So I kept taking gen eds, just barely passing them because to this day I cannot bring myself to put effort into something I do not care about, and also taking more classes related to my Japanese minor. It was the Japanese classes that saved my GPA and kept me from getting kicked out of uni.

At the same time, I took a creative writing course because that’s been a hobby of mine since elementary school, and I kinda thought about an English major, but then was like, “Eww I don’t wanna be forced to read books I don’t give a shit about. And also, what will I do with that degree?”

Also, at the same time, I was working full time, and often getting stuck working from 2 pm to 7 am (Yes, 15-hour shifts, because the overnight dude would call in sick last minute and I’d be begged to cover his shift), and then dragging myself to classes and drooling on the desks because I’d fall asleep.

Also also, I started to have possible hallucinations? To this day I don’t know what was going on, but either I was legitimately going crazy, or there was a demon following me around and being quite rude to me, making light fixtures fall and shatter inches from my head, throwing papers around my room, opening and closing doors, turning lights off and on, coming to me in dreams and doing some really, really traumatic things to me in them, and just standing in corners staring at me at all hours of the night. Had me so scared that towards the end of the school year I was waiting to sleep until sunrise, when it would go away. And no, I was not using any mind-altering substances of any sort. Not even going out and getting drunk.

So, yeah. Year Two was a hard one that I can’t believe I pushed through. Probably the darkest year of my life, I’d say. What got me through it? An unhealthy amount of energy drinks, friends, and my love of Japanese. Also Aerosmith.

Do I still see that demon? No. He vanished when the school year ended and I moved out of the dorms. Do I believe in the supernatural? Yes, to an extent. Do I think that what I was seeing was actually a demon? I honestly don’t know. I have had actual supernatural experiences verified by multiple witnesses, and a few years before Year 2, several friends and myself had seen an entity similar to what was following me around. But this one in Year 2 only did things when I was alone. So it could have all been in my head, and I will never know.

Since then, I have been diagnosed with general anxiety and also a form of insomnia that keeps me from sleeping through the night, and I know that my anxiety manifests itself in psychosomatic ways. In other words, my mind will take my anxiety and turn it into a physical symptom that feels real in every way, but is actually not occurring. So far it’s manifested as: sensitivity to sunlight, the symptoms of a stroke or heart attack, half of my face going numb, and headaches in my left eye. Once I realize that the symptom is just my anxiety, I can force myself to ignore and overcome it. But then my anxiety finds a new form to manifest, and the cycle repeats a few months later. It could be that my stress caused me to see this demon for a while.

Should I have consulted a psychiatrist and gotten help? YEP. If you find yourself struggling like that, seek help please. 💕

Year 3: Adrift But Afloat

I moved out of the dorms and into an apartment with my best friend, a Japanese girl I met in the dorms freshman year. I will call her Setsuko. Setsuko is basically the reason I graduated uni. She memorized my class schedules and took copies of exam dates, woke me up, forced me to go classes instead of skipping, forced me to go to the library and study with her, and cooked me dinner most days since she didn’t have to work like I did. I can’t express enough how much she did to improve my life outside of school and work, and how much that improved my mental health. She also acclimated me to lots of subtle things about Japanese culture just by living with her, and this helped me later when I moved to Japan. Thank you, Setsuko. 一生の恩人。

I was still doing those bullshit 15-hour overnight shifts way more than I should have, and also had the maximum courseload.

The Japanese classes got a lot more difficult in Year 3. But I loved them. They were the only classes I never skipped. I took more classes towards the minor like Buddhist Philosophy and Japanese History, which I really enjoyed. While polishing off more gen eds, I thought over what to do with my major.

My family and friends all told me that I should become an English teacher. I had always been good at words and at explaining things. But I didn’t really like the idea of being a high school teacher. I became an English major, though, because I knew that I didn’t hate English. Took grammar classes and HOLY SHIT did I hit my stride.

I realized that I didn’t like English lit. I liked linguistics. So I focused heavily on all grammar and linguistics courses, taking the bare minimum of literature courses required for the major. My GPA improved substantially.

Yet I still was consumed with this nagging fear. It was Year 3 and I still had no fucking idea what I wanted to do when I graduated.

Year 4: Clarity At The 11th Hour

Urged on by my “Don’t you dare get one of those stupid arts degrees that won’t get you a paycheck” parents, I decided that the most “practical” degree would not be “English,” but “English Education.” I began taking the English Ed classes with linguistics, grammar, and second language acquisition classes. The goal was to become a qualified English high school teacher who could also do ESL (since I had Spanish and Japanese under my belt more or less).

At the same time, I entered into Independent Study for Japanese with two other students. We were tasked with reading Izu no Odoriko, a classic short story. Independent study was its own beast. It required a lot more concentration and work on my part, obviously. But because Japanese was my first and foremost passion, I centered my efforts on those courses, and then on the others.

The process of getting certified to be an English teacher was lengthy and expensive in my state. This meant my graduation would be further prolonged, and I was worried about money, because I was already about $50,000 in debt at the time, despite working those fucking overnight shifts all the time that were eating me alive.

Then, during the summer vacation when my 4th year ended, I got a scholarship and went to Japan to study abroad. Education majors had the option to study abroad in several countries, and as luck would have it, one of them was Japan, and it was Setsuko’s HOMETOWN! The study abroad program itself was the first month of summer vacation, and Setsuko said, “Okay, just come stay at my house for the rest of summer vacation!”

Never have I said “yes” quicker in my entire life.

On the train headed from Sapporo to the town where I would be actually staying during my studies, I looked at the lush rice paddies and mountains in the distance and my entire heart just hummed with this “This is where you’re meant to be.” I knew then and there that I would move to Japan upon graduation.

What would I do there? Well, teach English, obviously.

My three months in Japan effectively aligned my entire life. My path had materialized before me. It was a roughly hacked, hard-to-see path through thick underbrush, but I could see it nonetheless.

Year 5: Let’s Hurry It Up, I’m Ready To Live

Come Year 5, all of my Japanese classmates that had been with me since freshman year were gone and I was alone. My professor taught me Classical Japanese through independent study, and it was the must grueling course I took my entire five years there. But I found it invaluable and am eternally grateful to him for teaching me, because you see Classical Japanese a lot more than you’d think you would in everyday life. Particularly in formal settings.

I still wanted to get certified to teach English in American high schools, because while I knew I wanted to go to Japan for now, I didn’t know if I wanted to spend my entire life there and I wanted a solid job opportunity when I came back to the states at some point.

However, the more education courses I took, the more I saw that the American education system was just as full of red-tape and The Man’s bullshit as corporate America, something else I rebuke with every fiber of my being. I also realized I’d need to take a 6th year of university, and that just wasn’t financially feasible for me. So I switched to a plain old English major with a heavy focus on linguistics and second language acquisition, and continued classical Japanese.

I took the remaining 3 gen eds online in the summer, graduated, popped up to Chicago to do a month-long intensive course to get the CELTA (Certificate in Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages issued by Cambridge.) It’s the most widely accepted and revered certification for teaching English as a foreign language.

So in the span of five years, I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in English with a focus in linguistics and SLA, and what is technically a major in Japanese Studies. 40 credit hours were required for a major, and I completed 42 credit hours tied to my minor, so while it isn’t listed on my diploma as a major, I did the coursework. I also got a CELTA Pass B, which only 20% of applicants achieve and never expires. The grand total for all of this was roughly $100,000 USD in loans.

Post-Graduation

The week I came back to my hometown from Chicago with my CELTA in hand, I packed my suitcases, threw a going-away party, and then flew to Sapporo, where I began my first job after uni, teaching English to children aged 0-18 at a private English conversation school. I did that for three years before changing careers and becoming a Japanese-English translator/interpreter for a global company.

So how useful have my choices during university proven to be?

I’m sure I don’t have to explain that studying Japanese helps me tons with translating Japanese to English or living in Japan lol

Studying English grammar, linguistics, sociolinguistics, and second language acquisition has allowed me to recognize minute nuances that can make the difference between a successful and unsuccessful business negotiation when interpretation is necessary.

My background in education also means that I know how to present information clearly, concisely, and in a way that engages the audience. I am known as “The PowerPoint Pro” at work lol.

I also have a keen eye for performance evaluation, behavior analysis, and improvement action plans.

I offered English conversation lessons to coworkers for over a year, and now that is being done in other branches across the company! (Well, they were before COVID haha.)

I DO NOT RECOMMEND WORKING THE HOURS I WORKED WHILE IN SCHOOL. My grades suffered and I wish I had worked less and focused more on classes. However, by working 15-hour shifts and doing full days of classes, I developed a very good tolerance for overtime, which comes in handy in the Japanese workplace. Just last month I had three 15 hour days in the same week. Sweet, sweet overtime pay.

All of these facets have culminated in me earning a pretty nice promotion to 正社員 seishain back in February, which means I get nice benefits and basically my job is guaranteed until I die or the company goes under.

Should I decide to return to America someday, I will probably not go into the education field. Too much red tape. I will likely continue translation/interpretation for companies, because it isn’t too difficult and pays well. Though ideally I’d love to just make a living sharing cool information about Japanese and stuff, and maybe writing those stories that are bouncing around in my head when I should be working haha.

Do I think the debt is worth it?

Well, I don’t think I had any other option than to take out those loans. I didn’t have the means to learn the things I wanted to learn unless I went to university.

Unless Japanese work visa requirements have changed, you are required to have a bachelor’s degree in order to obtain my sub-type of work-visa, so I needed a degree of some kind no matter what.

Frankly, if I hadn’t gone to that university and met my best friend Setsuko, I don’t think I’d be where I am right now, living the life I am now. So just having met her is worth any price to me.

Paying off all the loans is daunting, especially when yen is weak to the dollar. There were months I had to ask my parents for help, especially early on. But now I’ve got multiple loans paid off, my salary has increased, and the “omg i have money and no supervision so I can buy whatever I want” idiocy has mostly gone away. But I did get a super sweet pair of blindingly silver Converses a couple days ago that I definitely didn’t need

Do I have any regrets regarding my time at university?

I still regret dropping Old English for a stupid English Ed class. Seriously, how cool would that have been? But I still have the textbook, workbook, and I contacted the professor last week and she was kind enough to send me a syllabus. God bless her. So now I’m working on that bit by bit, which is fun.

I wish I hadn’t been such a cocky, naive idiot my first year. Thinking I could just “show up for tests” was the stupidest thing. It messed up my GPA, and my parents forbade me from retaking classes so I couldn’t go back and fix my mistakes. I think I graduated with a 3.4 overall GPA out of 4, but my English major GPA was 3.9 and my Japanese GPA was 4.0. So it’s pretty frustrating to have those gen eds and my dumbfuckery mar my transcript like that.

I really didn’t party at all. Most all of my friends were straight-laced Japanese exchange students, and I was also working ridiculous hours so I just didn’t really have the time. A part of me feels like I missed out on that part of the college experience.

Recently I’ve been putting more effort into improving my creative writing by reading a lot of books on the subject. Not a small part of me wishes that I had gone with a Creative Writing major instead of English major, because I still would have studied all the grammar and linguistics. Then again, I do believe that creative writing can be self-taught.

I wish I hadn’t worked as much as I did. There were a lot of times I couldn’t complete assignments or I missed lectures because I was just so drained. It wasn’t even good money.

Well...I did not intend for this post to become as long as it has. I’ve been cooped up in my apartment with nothing but two goldfish for company for over a month now and I think I’m a bit stir-crazy. Thank you to anyone and everyone who bothered to read all of this and become my therapist for a bit haha. Love you all. Stay safe and well. 💖

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damn-stark · 5 years

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Maybe I was wrong about you - Kai Parker imagine

Kai Parker x Vampire reader

A/N- Finally managed to post this! I hope you like it :)

Warning- mentions of alcohol and just fluff

Summary- After putting Kai Parker in yet another prison world it was time to get him out in order for him to help out with the twins. You had known him before and he was psychopath but now he says that he wants to change...again. And he plans on making you see that change and see that he can care for people espically you. Will he do that? Will he make you see change? Will he win you over?

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Dear diary,

Theirs a person getting out of a prison world that I thought I would never see again. We have to get him out to see if he can help the twins avoid the merge. It’s been years since I last saw him, I wanted it to keep it that way but it’s unavoidable. He caused a lot of pain to all the people I cared about so the sooner he helps the sooner he leaves. I hope.

Are people capable of change? Yes. But not him.

But you needed him, he was the only person that can help the Saltzman twins avoid the merge. And even if you didn’t want to see him ever again Alaric was right we needed him.

“I still don’t like this idea.” You say to Alaric as you both wait for the twins to pull their crazy uncle out of his prison world.

“Yeah me neither but we need him.” Alaric told you sharing the same worry.

Their was a flash of light and the chanting stopped, the spot across from you that was empty now was occupied by none other than Kai Parker. He stood their confused at first, he was quiet as his eyes searched the room until he landed on you. When he saw you standing across from him he smirked. You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Why hello there.” Kai said breaking his silence. You sighed and stepped away.

Alaric and you explained to him everything that he needed to know and nothing more, it was hard not tear his heart out of his chest as he sat across from you. With his smug smile and his wandering stares but you knew you needed to resist. For the twins. You explained that you needed his help and that if he did then their was a chance that he would be able to live in the real world. As much as you hated it, he just wanted to make sure that after he helped he wouldn’t be placed back or killed.

“What?” You asked him in an annoyed tone as you felt him look at you.

“Oh nothing just you know getting used to seeing other people.” You rolled your eyes and continued reading the books from his family coven. As you couldn’t stand his close presence you stood up and sat further away from him. But even still you could feel and see his wondering gaze. “Kai I will rip your eyes out of their sockets if you don’t stop looking at me. Because either way you don’t need your eyes to help with what we need.” He laughed at your comment and walked to sit closer to you.

“You making threats? I like it. You’ve changed from the last time I saw you. Theirs more of a fire to you.” He said only making you more annoyed. You set the book down and finally met his gaze and his very taunting grin.

“Yeah well stuff has happened I had to change so now please be quiet and help.” You say as you picked up the book again. It was quiet for a moment but as you saw from the corner of your eye Kai put his book down you knew he was going to open his mouth.

“Let’s say if I know a way to help I want you to promise me that you won’t place me back in that prison world.” Kai said making you place the book down once again.

“If you help then maybe just maybe I’ll tell Ric not to place you back...but then again you’re crazy so I can’t promise you anything.” His smile fell completely and his face turned into a serious one.

“Believe me or not y/n I changed, after being stuck in their ive had time to think and think and change.” He said only making you scoff.

“Really? Because you said that last time and you murdered your sister and your entire coven so sorry if I don’t believe you.” You told him as you stood up to leave but as you did he vamped to stand in your way.

“You know I’ve always had this little crush on you, ever since I saw you for the first time when I got out of my first prison world. And I know that you’re nicer then your other friends were.”

“So?” You interrupted him.

“So I know you have a kind heart and see the good in people and I’ll show you that I changed I’ll prove it to you... you’ll see.” He said with once again his signature smirk.

“Oh please you’re not capable of change or for me to see good in you. I once tried and you proved me wrong so no Kai theirs no good in you or second chances.” You pushed past him but he once again got in your way.

“You know Damon was a bad person and he did a lot of awful things and yet you and all of your friends forgave that...and don’t make any excuses because I know what’s he done.” You stood in silence not being able to find words to even defend Damon. Because you knew that what Kai said was true. “I’ll prove it to you.” He said with a wink before he left the room, leaving you with nothing to say in return.

Weeks had passed and their was an answer thanks to....Kai, but their was still things you needed to avoid the merge.

In the time that had passed it was unmistakable to see how Kai was different. It made you more cautious and even a little paranoid, he did say that he wanted to change and maybe he was doing that but it was just hard to believe that. Mainly because him being nice is rare and something you’re not used to seeing....But maybe just maybe he was trying...maybe.

“In order to find this very old powerful object I need more power.” Kai said as he walked over to you.

“You’re a vampire now you have all the power you need.” He chuckled at your response and you just looked at him confused.

“Yes but my coven is dead along with their power so I need more power and the older the vampire the more powerful, so give me your hand.” He outstretched his hand so you could place yours on top, but you didn’t do as he said because you didn’t know if you wanted to believe him. Yes he hasn’t done anything to prove you wrong as of now, but you still had a hard time believing what he said. “Come on this thing is going to be hidden under hundreds of cloaks so I need more power.” You hesitated but you placed your hand on top of his.

You ignored his smile and the way his thumb brushed against your knuckles. Even if the pain was minimal you could still feel it as he siphoned your power. And yet even if their was slight pain you couldn’t stop thinking of his hand on yours, you didn’t want to think about it but you did as much as you tried to push it away.

“Found it.” He said as he let your hand go.

“Where?” You asked as you tried to put some distance between the two of you, but he still got closer. He smiled and then reached for your jacket pocket, your nose scrucnched up in confusion but you didn’t move. He looked at you and you met his gaze for a second before turning away. He then reached inside and pulled out what he was looking for. He smiled and threw it up to only catch it.

“Really Kai?”

“I just needed an excuse.” He said as he put it on the table.

“Whatever.”

Dear diary,

Today...today is my birthday, the big 500. I thought I stopped celebrating birthdays centuries ago but no. Lizzie persists on throwing a party because as she says it’s not everyday someone turns 500. So we’re having a party and well I was never one to say no to the twins. But that’s beside the point Kai says he’s close to getting what he needs and I really hope he’s saying the truth....I see change in him..but I won’t tell him I see it...atleast not yet.

“I still think this is ridiculous but thank you girls I appreciate you guys doing this.” You say as you turn away from the mirror and looked over at the girls. They both had big smiles on their faces.

“You look so beautiful!” Josie said as she clasped her hands together.

“I did do a great didn’t I?” Lizzie said, right after they both ran to give you a hug.

“Thank you girls for helping me get ready and this party.” You said to them and they both smiled sweetly in return.

“You know I think our uncle Kai is definitely going to be swooning over you.” Josie said making Lizzies face scrunch up in disgust.

“Eww Josie please never saying swooning or ever mention what you just did that’s gross.” Lizzie said and you couldn’t help but laugh not at what she said but the way she said it.

“Why? It’s obvious that he has a thing for y/n.” Josie responded back only making Lizzies face scrunch up more.

“Because Josie! If you didn’t know our uncle is a psycho!” You wanted to comment that he want the same as he once was but you didn’t want to end up falling in argument that could last hours.

“Okay girls lets go they’re waiting for us downstairs.”

As you got closer to where the party was being held you could already hear the booming of the music and thanks to your vamp hearing you could hear some conversations and laughter all from the students you taught and some you didn’t. Either way the party was nice but you couldn’t drink since their was students in the room and well your drinking buddies were human now and Caroline was miles away. The party was also just a distraction for what the twins to get their minds off the solution to avoid the merge which we got closer to everyday. It’s a supposed to be a good thing but we’re all scared that anything could go wrong at any minute.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” A wide and happy smile grew on your face as you heard everyone shout. Your happiness only grew as you saw the faces of Caroline and Bonnie the people who you thought you wouldn’t see. You also saw Elena and Damon. But even still with all your friends here your eyes locked with someone else’s in the room.Kai’s. He was standing not that far away from Damon. You smiled softly at him and before you could read more of his reaction you were being pulled by the twins.

The evening went on with students saying happy birthday to you, you caught up with your friends who were more like family but a little distant since now everyone lives their own life some here or some traveling the world.

Even with the party going great you still found yourself alone outside with tears and a sad smile as you held onto a photo of you and your husband...Tyler Lockwood, who had left you with a gap in your heart.

“Hey.” You heard Kai say behind you, you didn’t have to see who it was to recognize who the voice belonged to, you turned nonetheless.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” You asked as you made room for him to sit.

“I could ask you the same thing, I’m out here because I noticed that the guest of honor was missing from her party.” You smiled at his comment only making him smile more. “You shouldn’t be out here crying on your 500th birthday.”

“Theirs a song that says the opposite.” You joked making him chuckle in response.

“I did bring this.” He said as he pulled out a bourbon bottle that he had hidden. The sadness you felt was gone without even knowing and without knowing the little time he was here he was already filling the gap Tyler had left. “Okay I took it from Damon but it doesn’t really matter.”

“My hero.” You say as you grab the bottle from his hand. The next few minutes it was quiet but it wasn’t an awkward silence. You felt him look at you and when you turned to meet his gaze it was soft something rare for him but it was the way he only looked at you.

“I just want to say that you...you look uhh very....” you completely turned your attention to him as you noticed he was struggling with what he wanted to say. You weren’t the only one who noticed though, hidden in the distance was all of your friends who were watching and listening carefully at your interaction.

“What’s he saying Caroline?!”

“Damon be quiet or shes going to hear us!” Caroline whispered shouted. But even she couldn’t keep to herself as she tried not laugh. “He’s trying to give her a compliment.” As soon as Damon heard that, he was the one who burst out laughing but was quickly pulled away by Elena.

“Very.... beautiful.” The last bit he had said in almost a whisper. You smiled sweetly at him and noticed how flustered he was. Again a rare sight for him but one you liked. It showed that he wasn’t the man from before he was actually changing.

“Thank you.” You said as you reached for his hand that was resting on the bench. He was surprised by the interaction but he didn’t take long to return the gesture. “Thank you for everything, for what you’re doing for the twins.. thank you” you rested your hand on his shoulder only making him feel more nervous as he never got this kind of interaction from anyone until now with you. And he didn’t plan to lose that feeling. “Maybe I was wrong about you...no I was, you did change..thank you.”

“I told you.”

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remywrites5 · 5 years

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1. with spideypool or wolfstar, please? ❤️

Hi! I hope you meant number one for the Halloween prompts because that’s what I did. If it wasn’t just let me know and I’ll write you something else!

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Wade could not believe he hadn’t realized it was Halloween. That’s what he got for being stuck in Monaco on a job for over a month. He’d been to three different stores and all of them only had black licorice and candy corn left. Wade wasn’t about to give those out. He’d get on the bad side of the children and who knew what they’d do then? Children were terrifying.

Wade went into a Walgreens and prayed for something that wasn’t shit. His prayers were apparently answered because standing by the register was none other than Peter Parker (aka Spider-man, aka Wade’s not so heterosexual man crush, aka dat ass). “Please tell me you have some candy left?” Peter asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. Wade wished he didn’t have such a thing for hot nerds because Peter was currently working it.

Wade quickly dashed towards the candy aisles and grabbed up the last few bags of stuff that were chocolate and not The Worst TM . He had just finished bundling them into his arms when Peter joined him. “Wade?” Peter called out, crossing his arms over his chest. “Please tell me you didn’t just take the last of the edible candy.”

“So what if I did?” Wade asked, hoarding it close to him. “Finders keepers, baby boy.”

Peter sighed. “Okay Wade, what do you want?”

Wade shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

“For the candy,” Peter said, flicking his chin towards the bag in Wade’s arms. “I promised my Aunt I’d get it and I completely forgot. So unless you want my sweet Aunt’s house to get egged, you will at least hand over one of those bags of candy. Just name your price.”

Wade looked down at the bags and then back up to Peter. “Come over tonight,” he said after weighing his options. Asking for a kiss felt a little to creepy, even for Wade, and he didn’t want to go too small with his request. He’d never have this kind of power over Peter again so he might as well take advantage.

Peter’s eyes widened behind his glasses. “That’s…not what I was expecting,” he told Wade honestly. He scratched his chin; a little bit of stubble growing there and Wade couldn’t help awing to himself that his baby boy was growing up. “Okay, fine. I promised I’d help my Aunt pass out candy for a while but I could come over around eight?”

It was Wade’s turn to be surprised. He had never thought in a million years Peter would actually go for it. “Really?”

“Sure,” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders. “Now hand some of that over, you candy hog, and don’t even think about just giving me the milk duds. I’m watching you.”

Wade laughed and handed over a bag of Snickers and a bag of Kit Kats. “You know where I live, right baby boy?”

Peter nodded. “Had to drag your ass there enough times,” he joked with a grin. He turned around and Wade absolutely took the opportunity to stare at Pete’s ass. “See you at eight!”

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Wade was a nervous wreck. It had taken an hour arguing with himself about whether to wear his mask or not. Peter had seen his real face before but that didn’t mean he wanted his hideousness on full display. But Petey had mentioned other times he didn’t mind the face, whether he was just being a sweet kid or not. Finally Wade decided on no mask with the right to change his mind after Peter showed up.

He’d ordered a pizza for them and had eaten most of the candy himself to keep from eating the pizza. He wanted eight o’clock to come sooner but was also absolutely dreading it. It was his one opportunity to be super fucking cool and hang out with Spider-man. It wasn’t as if their studios played well together anyway.

Eight o’clock rolled around and Peter wasn’t there. Wade felt crushed that he’d gotten his hopes up. Of course Peter wasn’t going to come around to his shitty apartment and hang out with him. He’d just been saying that to get Wade to give up the candy.

Wade looked around his dingy apartment and thought about killing himself in front of some kids to give them a good Halloween scare. He was just about to go find his gun when there was a knock on the door. Wade grabbed the last few scraps of candy (milk duds of course because eww) ready to throw them at the kids at the door.

Instead he found Peter standing there looking soft and cute in a t-shirt with a pumpkin face on it. “Trick or treat,” he said with a small smile.

Wade held out his hand and offered Peter the candy. Peter’s nose wrinkled in distaste and Wade thought it was the cutest fucking thing he’d ever seen. “Sorry baby boy, it’s all that’s left. But I’ve got pizza if you’re interested.”

Peter slid his way into Wade’s apartment. “That sounds good,” he said, walking over to the kitchen counter and grabbing himself a slice.

“It would have been warmer if you’d been here on time,” Wade grumbled, shuffling his feet against the carpet.

“I don’t mind cold pizza,” Peter said around the bite in his mouth. “Besides I get held up with my Aunt. I tried to call you but the number I have is disconnected.”

“Oh yeah,” Wade said, scratching the back of his head. “I change numbers a lot.”

Peter hummed thoughtfully and continued to eat his pizza. Wade grabbed a slice and picked at it, having stuffed himself on candy with his nervous eating. He still couldn’t believe Peter Parker was in his apartment, willfully, eating pizza and carrying on a conversation like it was no big deal. “Wanna watch a scary movie or something?” Peter asked, breaking Wade out of the internal argument he had been having.

“Sure!” Wade said, bounding over to the sofa and sitting down. To his surprise, Peter came over and lay down sideways on the sofa, his feet dangling off the end and his head in Wade’s lap. “P-Petey?”

“I’m exhausted, Wade,” Peter informed him with a yawn, stretching his long lanky body like a cat. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nope,” Wade said, shaking his head emphatically. “Not a care in the world. Just, you know, don’t think less of me if I get an erection because your face is like right there.”

Peter laughed. “I won’t hold it against you, Wade. I know you think I’m sexy.”

Wade sputtered. “You’re not sexy, you’re cute.”

Peter raised a knowing eyebrow. “Is that why you were staring at my ass today in the store? Because you think I’m cute?”

“Damn your spidey-sense,” Wade said, curling his hand into a fist and shaking it as if cursing the heavens.

Peter laughed again and Wade took it as a personal victory. Most other heroes never laughed at his jokes. Most heroes never gave him the time of day. At least Peter was kind enough to tolerate Wade. “Comes in handy,” Peter murmured, sliding his hand up and cupping the back of Wade’s head. Before he knew what was happening, Wade was bending over, being led by Peter and their lips were touching and oh.

Wade broke the kiss and stared down at Peter incredulously. “What’d you do that for, Petey?”

Peter shrugged. “Been thinking about it since the store this morning,” he murmured softly. “Thought maybe you would ask me for a kiss in exchange for the candy.”

“Blackmailing heroes into sexual favors isn’t really my thing,” Wade said, shifting on the sofa because hello Mr. Erection nice of you to join us. “Or at least I would never do that to you. Wolverine, maybe.”

Peter grinned. “Does it count as blackmail if I really wanted to kiss you?”

“Had an inkling to make out with the outside of a cantaloupe, did you spidey?” Wade quipped, confused by what was going on. He hadn’t hit his head at some point had he? Maybe he really had killed himself and this was just a wonderful dream as his body mended itself.

Peter sighed and let his thumb graze over Wade’s cheek. “Maybe I like you more than I let on,” he said quietly, staring up at Wade. “Maybe over the past month I’ve missed the way you’re always interrupting my missions just to flirt with me.”

Wade tentatively reached out and brushed his hand over Peter’s stomach, feeling the muscles underneath his t-shirt. It sure felt real enough. Wade slipped his hand under Peter’s shirt and felt the warmth of his skin. Peter was biting his bottom lip and his cheeks had gone pink.

“I am aces at flirting,” Wade managed to joke, playing with the bit of hair on Peter’s stomach leading downwards into the danger zone.

Peter smiled. “Most of the time I’m glad I’m wearing a mask because you make me blush like crazy.”

“I like it when you blush,” Wade told him, cupping Peter’s cheek with his free hand. “It’s cute as fuck.” Peter pulled Wade down into another kiss and if this was just his mind playing tricks on him he would happily never take another treat in his life. “Please be real.”

Peter smiled against Wade’s lips. “I’m real,” he whispered softly.

“Yeah, well, this isn’t the first time I’ve hallucinated making out with you, Spidey.”

“And how long do those hallucinations usually last?”

“An hour, maybe two.”

“We spend that whole time just kissing?” Peter asked, looking skeptical.

Wade shook his head. “The you in my mind is filthy.”

Peter laughed. “You said an hour or two, right? Well put on a movie and when it’s done in an hour or two and I’m still here, you’ll know I’m not a hallucination.”

Wade beamed at him. “You’re so smart, Petey.” Wade flipped through Netflix and put on Scream. Wade continued to let his fingers dance over Peter’s skin, memorizing each scar that he could see.

“Wade,” Peter whined, wiggling when Wade accidentally touched a ticklish spot. “You’re not watching the movie.”

“I’d rather watch you, baby boy.”

Peter chuckled. “You can watch me later,” he said, lacing his fingers through Wade’s so they were holding hands.

“Promise, Petey?”

Peter nodded. “I promise. Now shh, this is the good part.”

Wade turned his attention to the screen for a moment before being distracted by Peter again. As the credits rolled, Peter was still there, on his sofa, real and soft and warm. Wade hadn’t woken up from some kind of dream. Peter was still holding his hand.

“Told you I was real,” Peter teased, giving Wade’s hand a squeeze.

“It’s a Halloween miracle!”

Peter laughed. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“Sure it is, baby boy,” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Now, trick of treat?”

“Treat,” Peter said, already meeting Wade halfway for another kiss.

If that wasn’t a fucking Halloween miracle, Wade didn’t know what was.

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sallyface-incorrect · 5 years

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The Struggles of Having ADHD

- Only Being able to sleep either 2 hours or 16, there’s no in between. I am legit typing this at 3:02 am because I can’t sleep and I haven’t slept that much and it sucks. Summer is for sleeping, not for stress.

- Not being able to remember basic information about someone like their name, but being able to remember that they once told you that their great great aunt had a mole on her foot the shape of Texas. True story btw, sorry Amber.

- Feeling like your being rejected if your friend can’t make it to hang out with you because of family reasons. RSD is a bitch. Like the tiniest thing can make you feel rejected. Ie, your mom telling you not to be so loud, someone asking why your sneezes are so loud, someone asking you to return their pen, etc.

- Having your medication ware off/forgetting to take it and being the most annoying bitch in the galaxy. I once went on a school trip and my meds wore off and I ended up spending the 2 hour bus ride back annoying the guy who was trying to sleep in front of me, again, I am so sorry Max.

- IDK if it’s just me but, chewing on literally everything. Bottle caps, paper, fabric, rubber (my favorite), and much more. I used to get punished all the time for chewing on things I wasn’t supposed to. Nail biting is also a big thing. And so is hair chewing.

- Being told “You’re too smart to have ADHD”. Well Susan, I have a neurological devolpmental disorder, I’m not retarded.

- Either giving too much information or not enough when in conversation, and also bringing up really irrelevant things in the conversation like, I know we’re talking about the Louisiana Perchance but can I tell you about this one time it rained and I saw a snail?

- Being botherd by loud and/or repetitive noises. Pen clicking and high pitched sirens make me want to scream. They suckkk harder then Travis wants to suck Sal’s dick. And the worse is when people think you’re weird or that you have a problem with them for asking. I understand you like to click your pen and I’m so sorry it’s just so loud...

- Being afraid of your friends rejecting you. Again, RSD is a bitch. Like you’re afraid that one day your bestie will get up and leave and never come back and it’s all your fault and you suck and ughhhhhh. You’re also afraid their s/o / parents hate you and one day they’ll convince them to just leave you.

- Medication is a godsend but it’s also problematic. The stuff that I take fucks up my sleep schedule, my appetite, and make me tired and nauseous. It also gives me headaches and belly aches :(

- Either being so hungry that you also eat everything in your fridge or being so not hungry that even the concept of food disgust you. And sometimes, you even throw up because food is so gross and you’re gross and all that gross is inside you and eww.

- Intense, powerful migraines. They get worse in the winter months. Last year I took almost a week off of school because my migraines got worse and worse and worse and I couldn’t do it.

- Having no measurement of personal space or how to physically interact with someone. I just said hi, do I hug you, do I high five you, idk? Like idk how many potential friendships I’ve fucked up because I was too handsey.

- Being really particular about the type of clothing I wear. I love LOVE long sleeve shirts/ sweatshirts/ sweaters/ hoodies and shorts. I also love to wear socks around the house. I hate HATE wearing socks with shoes though, it makes me anxious. I also hate wearing certain types of pants. I literally only have 2 - 3 pairs of pants I’ll wear because pants sometimes feel like a tent and I hate that.

- Not being able to loose weight. I’m not fat, or chubby, I mean I have abs for God’s sake! It’s just that I have thick ass thigh I h a t e and I wish I could just get rid of them but my medication prevents me from loosing all that weight. On the bright side, I can eat a lot and not gain weight either.

- Having certain little routines you can’t skip. For example, every morning I must shave my legs and brush my hair or the world will end. I also must have all the doors and windows closed or else I’m gonna scream.

- Also idk if this is a problem for anyone else but doors and windows being open. I can’t stand it, I mean please, I don’t care that you’re just coming up for 1 thing but p l e a s e for the love of g o d, close the door that leads to upstairs. Having it open just isn’t right.

- Hyperfixiating on something for soo long that you forget to do basic hygiene like shower, use the bathroom, brush your hair, brush your teeth. It can get you in really big trouble but at least the job is done.

- Having a comfort item. Like I have this stuffed lamb whose name is “Lambchop” but I call “Lambie” and I sleep with them each and every night and carry them around the house with me when I’m home and if I’m upset I NEED to cuddle them bacuse it’s the only thing that will make the world go away.

- Being insanely good at certain academics and shitty at others. For example, when I was in 5th grade I was reading at an undergrad level and had the ability to understand science concepts a senior would be learning but my math was at the level of a second graders.

- Idk how to describe it but like, doing movements half way and the forgetting about them. Like this one time I was at a piano recital and I went to reach for something and forgot what I was reaching for so I just kinda held my hand up in a grabbing motion for half a song and then forgot about it until my mom reminded me to put it down.

- Not being able to understand that people don’t want to hear about your hyperfixiation. I’ve had 2 cases of this in my life, my “ghosts are definitely really and now this is my only personality triat” and my “I’m not a weeb but Tokyo Ghoul is so good now let me tell you all about the plot.” (Tokyo Ghoul gang REPRESENT)

- Having 3 different moods, hyperactive, normal, and cold. Like you’re normal most of the time but sometimes you’re sooo hyper that your an entirely different person, or sometimes you’re sooo distant you’re a different person too.

- Not being able to identify your emotions very well. Like, this guy just told me that my dad and my bestie are asshole who deserve to die in a fire, what am I feeling? Am I sad? Angry? Scared? Do I think this is funny? Am I gonna laugh? Cry? Idk, throw hands? Or the dreaded crush. Do I have feelings for this person or do I just want to be really good friends? Do I hate them? Love them? Am I gonna cry the next time I see them? Last time we hung out was fun but idk???

- Also like I mentioned, romance/sexuality is hard. Last time I dated I dated this guy I really liked, or at least I thought I did. We dated for three months before I blew it off because he asked to put his arm around me and it was weird when I said yes. Also sexuality. Idk if this is a problem for anyone else or just my bisexual ass. Like it’s so hard and I really like guys but hey, girls are hot. And like I like guys more than girls?? Sometime it makes me feel really fake.

- Really enhanced weird hearing. I know at least 80% of my classes drama because I have superhearing and I’m a literal hearing god bow down, bitch. I can hear the smallest of sounds and such, but for some goddamn reason I can’t understand how loud I’m being.

- Extestensial nihilism and just being cool about it. Like, dude, idk if there’s a god out there? I’d like to think there’s some sort of Devine power and we have a purpose but idk, we probably don’t have a purpose. I mean, we’ll be forgotten after we die anyway unless we’re Tom Holland. And love probably doesn’t exist either and it’s only stigmatized by movies and books and media and we’re all gonna get married and be miserable for ever and such. But like does it really even matter? In the end we’re all alone so go off I guess.

- Being really sensitive to smell. Certain smells drive me through the roof. For example, I have an extreme fish allergy and even smelling the slightest hint a salmon can give me a migraine so intense I think I’m dying. Or essential oils. Ughh I hate those. They send me through the roof.

- Being able to remember something you heard in a YouTube video you watched back when you were nine but not being able to remember when you birthday is some days because it really be like that.

- Being really good with little kids. Idk if everyone is like this but I am very childish myself and little kids love me. I have at least 3 little boys in 1st - 3rd grade who think I’m their girlfriend and 8 little girls in kindergarten - 5th grade who think I’m their big sister, it’s really sweet.

- Always apologizing is a big thing for me. When I was a child I used to get in trouble for saying sorry when I did anything and that carried to teen hood. Last year at my dance class my teacher noticed this and tried to help me break my habit god bless you Christine.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk bois. ADHD sucks but I know you can do it👌🏻

#aaa i know this doesn’t fit this blog’s aesthetic #i just felt like making it #sorry guys #not a quote #adhd #add #adhd rsd #adhd inattentive #adhd awareness #tw mental health #mental health

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ewankoseyo · 5 years

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magnetic || jinyoung pt. 5 (final)

A/N: Wow she finally writes !!! Once again, apologies for the long delay, but after getting through a lot of work and life things, I’ve finally finished magnetic. Thank you to everyone who’s been reading all my stories, it warms my heart. I have a bit more time nowadays so I’ll be posting more frequently. I’ve got two requests sitting in my inbox right now, so be on the lookout for those stories. In the meantime, please send me your requests!

Hope you enjoy the finale of magnetic!

To say that Jaebum was overprotective of you was an understatement.

Yes, he knew you could take care yourself, and yes, he had been the one to reassure your parents that you would be okay in America by yourself, but when it came to dating, it was as if you’d gained a third parent. Which really meant that when it came to dating...actually, that was about it. It never came to dating. Because you dating was never going to happen, at least not on Jaebum’s watch.

So when you were 17 and the annual school dance rolled around, it was no surprise that you would be going to be dateless once again.

“But O-ppa! It’s my last school dance!”

“And...?” Jaebum rebuffed, not paying any mind to your annoyed expression as he tightened up his shoe laces. He had let you tag along to an open dance session he and the other members decided to hold by themselves one Saturday since they felt they needed more practice for the upcoming debut. When Jaebum called for a five-minute water break, you took it upon yourself to resume your complaining from before practice started.

“It’s the last school dance and so the boys are going to be even wilder and that’s why you’re not allowed to have a date,” Jaebum reasoned simply without batting an eyelash.

“But all my friends got asked out and are bringing dates. I’ll be the only one going stag!” You groaned, uncharacteristically stomping your foot for emphasis. You were rarely ever bratty, but Jaebum was being completely unreasonable! You deserved to have fun the way you wanted to, especially because it was your last go. Unfortunately, your parents listened to everything Jaebum said, so if he said you shouldn’t be dating, even if it’s just going to the school dance with some friend who happened to be a guy, it was basically law.

Jaebum finished tying the other shoelace before looking at you quizzically. “So if your friends all jumped off a bridge, would you jump too?” You let out an annoyed screech, earning an amused smirk from your brother.

“Jackson! Don’t you think Oppa is being dumb right now?”

Jackson took a swig from his water bottle before joining you two in the middle of the dance floor. “I think she’s right. It is just one dance, and it’s not like she’s going off and eloping with the first guy that will ask her...” He was about to continue the thought when he noticed Jaebum glaring daggers at him, silently challenging him to choose his next words wisely. “But, then again! High school boys, you know, they’re still so immature and they only want one thing! Plus there’s nothing wrong with going to a dance alone. It means you won’t be tied down to your date and you can hang out with whoever you want. Isn’t that right, JB?” Jackson gave a nervous laugh, slowly backing away from the conversation to avoid any impending confrontation with the leader.

You sighed, looking around the room for another (more assertive) opinion. “Mark?”

“Uh...” The older boy looked up from his phone. He had heard bits and pieces of your conversation and was really hoping he wouldn’t get roped into it. With the way Jaebum was now looking at him menacingly, Mark decided it was best not to answer at all. “What? Oh, I think I’m getting a call, I need to take this. Hello?” Before you could protest, he had walked out of the studio to answer the imaginary phone call.

“O-ppaaa...” You whined. “Are you really going to do this to me? You’re going to let me go to my last school dance EVER dateless? Everyone’s going to laugh at me and I’ll be graduating from high school known as the girl who could never get a date. Is that what you want? You want your sister to live as an embarrassment for the rest of high school? How am I supposed to live like that?” You knew you were being annoyingly overdramatic, but you were desperate.

“I’ll tell you what,” Jaebum began after taking a moment to ponder on your argument. “You can take a date, but it has to be one of us.”

You grimaced. “Eww Oppa! Going with you to the dance is even worse than going alone.”

“Then have one of the other members take you.”

Jaebum’s words had caught the attention of three boys who surrounded you in a matter of seconds.

“Noona, take me!” Bambam slung an arm around your shoulders and waggled his eyebrows at you. “I clean up really nice! Just imagine me in a suit. We’ll be the best looking couple at the dance, all of your classmates will be jealous!”

Yugyeom wrenched Bambam off of you before you could reply and quickly took over his spot. “No Noona, take me. It’s a dance, not a fashion show. Watch this!” He unlatched himself from you to show you a quick eight-count that he had been working on. Yugyeom finished with a pose, perching his chin on top his hand and giving you a smirk. “You’re a good dancer, I’m the best dancer out of the seven of us,” This earned a collective groan from everyone in the room. “Doesn’t it just make sense for us to go together? I can show you a great time!”

“Why would she want to take children to her last school dance?” Youngjae scoffed next to you. “She would obviously rather go with someone who could be her classmate.” He turned to face you, taking one of your hands in his and placing his other gently on your waist. You couldn’t help but giggle as he led you in a mini-waltz. “Just imagine us dancing like this, all eyes on us as I sing along to the song playing in your ear...it’ll be a night you won’t forget!” Youngjae mused as he twirled you around, earning more laughter from you.

“So what do you say Noona, who are you going with?”

“Uh...”

Jaebum sighed at the younger members’ antics, getting up from his seated position and putting his hands on his hips to reassume authority in the conversation. The three boys cowered away from you, anticipating their leader’s reprimand.

“On second thought, if you really want to go with a date, I’d rather you go with...” Jaebum’s eyes traveled around the room before landing on a certain boy who had been playing on his phone and keeping to himself throughout the whole conversation. “Jinyoung, come here.”

Jinyoung tensed up when he heard his name. He thought that if he was quiet enough, everyone would forget he was in the room and he wouldn’t be prompted to join the stupid conversation. He slowly got up from the bench in the corner of the room and made his way to where everyone had gathered.

“...What’s up?” He asked with a sigh, already knowing what was coming.

“Oppa, why...” You blinked a few times at the boy now standing across from you. Had you been that obvious? You always tried to make it seem like you were more than happy to get Jaebum from practice or tag along with him just to be nice, but had he actually picked up on your ulterior motives? And if he did, why wasn’t he freaking out about you crushing over his best friend? Or was this just his sick and twisted way of setting you two up together? You cleared your throat in an attempt at nonchalance. “W-why Jinyoung? And not the others?”

Jinyoung raised his eyebrows, gazing at Jaebum unamused. “You want me to take her to her dance?”

“Mark’s too awkward, Jackson would enjoy himself too much, and these three goofs over here would make fools of themselves and ruin our reputation before we even debut,” Jaebum explained without skipping a beat. He ignored the offended chorus of “hey!”s from the younger boys as he continued. “Jinyoung’s a polite gentleman, who I believe many girls consider very handsome, and you know he’s good at dancing. I also trust that he wouldn’t pull anything stupid at the dance. Is he not the perfect date?”

“Oppa...”

“I’m not going with her to that dance,” Jinyoung stated flatly. “You can’t force me to do that.” You resisted the urge to complain in response even though you also agreed you shouldn’t take Jinyoung. He was acting like you were the plague. You knew you were behaving like a little punk at that moment, but spending an evening with you wouldn’t kill the guy.

“Ah, may I remind you that you still owe me for covering for your ass when you were running late to vocals last week?” Jaebum scratched his head in mock contemplation. “Should I really tell the vocal coach that you were late because you were coming back from your little date?”

“Date?” You repeated, hoping no one picked up on the slight twitch in your voice.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “I already told you it wasn’t a date. I was hanging out with an old friend who just happened to be a girl that I realized had a thing for me halfway through hanging out, and I was only running late because she kept trying to get me to hang out with her even longer and she was being really persistent.”

"I don’t know,” Jaebum deliberated in a sing-song voice. “It may have been a one-sided date, but it was still a date, and I don’t think the managers would be happy to hear you were out on one.”

“Are you seriously blackmailing me right now?”

“I’ll throw in 500 won from the early birthday present I got from my parents.”

“Wait hold on,” you interjected. “If the managers would get mad about any of you going out on a date, wouldn’t they get mad if Jinyoung went with me to the dance?”

Jaebum shook his head incredulously. “Of course not! You’re family. And Jinyoung’s basically part of our family with all the time he spends over at our house!”

“Family. Right...” Jinyoung deadpanned. “So, you said 500 won?”

——

It had been a few days since the late night incident in the kitchen and you still hadn’t spoken to Jinyoung.

Scratch that—you two did talk, but only during the challenges.

You would join the group in the morning with only seconds to spare before you all had to prepare for filming. Before Jinyoung could even try to say hi to you, you were already engaging yourself in conversation with one of the other boys, the silent treatment you were giving Jinyoung going unnoticed to them. When it was time for you to all get into your pairs, you immediately got friendlier with Jinyoung as the cameras focused on you. You two participated cooperatively on whatever challenge was happening, but as soon as filming was over, you were gone from his side once again.

If Jinyoung had any qualms on whether you were still upset with him with the way you were being nonchalant during the challenges, that quickly answered his question.

It was now the night of the last concert of the tour. The challenges had ended the day before and because there was now a close tie between three top teams (Bambam and Youngjae were sorely convinced that you had it out for them ever since they sabotaged you in the maze game,) it was up to the fans to vote online who they thought should win. With the winners being announced the next day, all that was left was filming for the actual concert.

An hour before the concert and everyone was in the dressing rooms getting ready. Bambam and Mark were getting their make up done. Youngjae was pulled aside to another room for an interview. You were sitting around with Jaebum and Yugyeom since they were both the first ones ready. Jinyoung and Jackson were picking out their outfits and changing behind a nearby clothing rack.

“You know if you keep staring like that, you’ll eventually burn a hole into her head,” Jackson joked, nudging Jinyoung to bring the boy out of his one-sided staring contest with you.

“I’m not staring, I’m just...” Jinyoung randomly grabbed two hangers from the rack. “...trying to decide which one of these I should wear. This one or this one?”

Jackson smirked but decided to play along. “That one,” he suggested, pointing to an all-black ensemble.

“Cool, thanks,” Jinyoung nodded, putting the other outfit back on the rack. But Jackson wasn’t done with him just yet.

“So are you going to tell me why things are even weirder between you two?”

“Me and who?”

Jackson rolled his eyes and nudged his head in your direction. You were laughing at something Yugyeom said, Jaebum looking between the both of you with an unamused expression. “She might think she’s being sly but I can tell she’s giving you the silent treatment.”

“You talk to her more than I do,” Jinyoung deadpanned. “so why ask a question you already know the answer to?”

“Because I want to hear you say it out loud,” Jackson teased, remembering the identical conversation he had with you earlier that week. “You know, you two are a lot more similar than you think.”

Jinyoung stared back at him stoically. “Good to know.”

Jackson chuckled before switching to a serious expression. “C’mon dude, what’s really going on with you? I hate seeing friends fight. You can tell me what’s up. Wang Gae Park Gae remember?”

Jinyoung raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “I thought you said that was over when I beat you in the maze game.”

“But that was then and this is now!”

Jinyoung sighed as Jackson beamed back at him expectantly. Though he knew Jackson could be loud and, well, Jackson, Jinyoung knew it was better to open up to him. Jackson could be annoyingly persistent but it always came from a good place. Plus maybe Jackson would tell him what you’ve been telling him and he’d be able to go about this whole situation with you?

“Fine.” Jinyoung squatted, tugging Jackson down to his level so that they were completely hidden behind the clothing rack. “But keep it down. I don’t want the others, especially Jaebum, hearing and turning it into a whole thing.”

Jackson smiled playfully, pretending to zip his lips to let the younger boy know he was all ears.

You glanced over to where Jinyoung and Jackson were picking out their outfits as Jaebum lectured Yugyeom about his provocative dancing next to you. You felt your heartbeat quicken as you noticed the two of them speaking closely, as if they were afraid of anyone hearing them, then ducking down behind the clothing rack. They had to be talking about you. You tried to focus on the two boys bickering next to you, but in the back of your head, you were freaking out. Was Jackson going to spill everything you ranted about Jinyoung to Jinyoung? He never told anyone the secrets you trusted him with. Or if he did, everyone else was really good at pretending that they didn’t know anything.

You were already very embarrassed by your outburst with Jinyoung. You only wanted to understand why his actions contradicted his words and hopefully come to some mature truce that would develop into a real friendship. You didn’t mean to completely lash out and burst into tears right in front of him. You were already wary of how to act around Jinyoung before, now you were just absolutely clueless. Which is why you were only talking to him when you had to and pretending like everything was fine when you did. You could not bring yourself to have another confrontation with Jinyoung so it was best to avoid him at all costs.

Was this how he usually was with you?

“Noona, what do you think?”

“Huh?” Yugyeom was waving his hand in front of your face to catch your attention. You hadn’t noticed they stopped arguing. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Since it’s the last concert of the tour, we need to finish with something big,” Jaebum explained. “I say we end with ‘Before the Full Moon Rises.’”

“And I say that makes the end of the concert really sad, so our encore should be an energizer, like ‘Go Higher,’” Yugyeom reasoned. “You’re the unbiased opinion here Noona, so you should decide.”

“It’s totally up to you, but remember, Oppa is always right.”

You rolled your eyes at your brother. “You mean your last concert is in less than an hour and you don’t know what you’re doing for the encore yet?”

“We just want to have fun with it,” Jaebum stated. “Besides, if worse comes to worst, we’ll just rock-paper-scissors the encore onstage. The fans always love that.”

“Sure they do,” you quipped back sarcastically. “But I agree with Yugyeom, the encore should be an energizer.”

“Ha! Told you Hyung—”

“But not ‘Go Higher.’” You giggled as you watched Yugyeom’s metaphorical bubble burst.

“Then which song should we do?”

You batted your eyelashes knowingly at Jaebum. “You already know what my favorite song is.”

The two boys scoffed. “We haven’t done that song in so long,” Jaebum complained. “Yugyeom barely memorizes the lyrics to our current songs, how is he going to remember the words to that one?”

“Hey!”

You both ignored the maknae’s pouting. “But I really want to hear it again,” you said earnestly. “Just one last time, please!”

“That can be arranged.”

Jinyoung and Jackson appeared before you three, all dressed and ready to go. You couldn’t help but steal a glimpse at Jinyoung—as if he couldn’t get even more handsome, he seemed to prove you wrong—but you immediately averted your gaze when you noticed him looking back at you. Jaebum was about to question what Jinyoung meant when a staff member came into the room.

“Gather around everyone! Let’s do a quick huddle so we can make this last show the best one!”

——

The concert had gone off without a hitch. Their international concerts were a lot different than the ones you were used to back home. Bigger venue. Bigger stage. Bigger audience. More lights. More speeches in English. More translations of speeches that weren’t in English. More American pop culture references. A different kind of vibe from the audience. You’ve gone to their concerts before and loved each and every one of them, but this was like watching them for the first time all over again.

You enjoyed yourself, singing and dancing along to all the songs in the wings of the stage. Watching the boys perform never ceased to amaze you as you remembered their humble beginnings. They had come such a long way in chasing their dreams and truly deserved all the love they received from fans on tour.

“We unfortunately are nearing the end of our last show of this tour,” Jackson announced on stage, immediately met back with boos and groans to not leave from the audience. The other boys looked on at the fans with a mix of adoration and sympathy as Jackson continued. “We just want to thank you all so much for coming out here and seeing us tonight. You know, we wouldn’t have made it this far if it weren’t for you guys constantly supporting the music and I think I speak for all of the boys when I say we love you. Thank you all again so much!”

“Now we want to finish this concert on a happy note,” Mark added quickly to lighten up the mood. “So we have a special surprise for you all! Our next and final song is one we haven’t done in a while, so we’ve got a special guest here to help us remember the words...”

Before you could put two and two together, you felt a staff member give you a gentle nudge. They responded to your confused expression by whispering for you to go out on stage. As your legs mindlessly walked you out, you were met with deafening cheers and screams from the audience. A staff member ran onto the stage to place a stool in front of the boys.

“My little sister!” Jaebum exclaimed and pointed to you proudly. The fans reacted with a chorus of “aww”s and started chanting your name.

You were so caught in a daze with everything happening around you that you had no time to comprehend the meaning of Jinyoung smiling softly at you.

You had no time to protest Jinyoung lightly taking your hand and leading you like a gentleman to sit on the stool.

“Once again, thank you all so much for partying with us tonight. We’re GOT7, this is ‘Magnetic,’ goodnight!”

As Jinyoung left your side with a wink, that’s when you heard the first few notes of the song you longed to hear live again and you felt something begin to well up inside of you. With the whirlwind of emotions you were going through in such a short amount of time, all you could do at the moment was grin like an idiot as Jackson wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started rapping to you.

I’m not joking around, ever since I first got to know you I’m not the same person I used to be Whatever I’m doing, I don’t really know what I’m doing Whatever anyone says, I’m just blankly walking

You swayed to the beat and giggled as Jackson’s movements matched the lyrics. He was soon pushed away by Mark who playfully fought the younger boy for your attention as his part began.

You appear in my head every day Whatever I’m thinking about, you star in it Then with a zoned out face, I start talking to myself

Mark gave you a knowing look as his part ended. You looked at him suspiciously until you noticed Jinyoung kneeling down beside you and taking your hand once again. When you felt the heat transfer from his hand to yours, the moment seemed to go by in slow motion.

Why are you so pretty? When I look at you, when you’re smiling with your eyes It feels like I’ll faint

The audience’s screams now sounded distant, as if they were miles away. Everything around you—the other boys, the fans, the stage itself—seemed to disappear. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from Jinyoung as he sang to you, the only thing tethering you to this earth being his hand enclosing yours. His voice was so sweet and almost pleading. During his part, he was giving you a look you couldn’t quite place.

You were brought back up to speed as Jinyoung left your side and was replaced by Youngjae, the performance continuing on without incident. You relished in the rest of the boys’ antics as they sang to you, Jaebum jokingly shooing them away when they were getting too friendly with you. At one point of the song, they had gotten into a formation, leaving a space for you in the middle so you could dance along with them.

Despite how much fun you were having and the warm feeling rolling through your stomach from the song, you couldn’t shake off the way Jinyoung had looked at you. The way he kept looking at you when your gaze met his. As you danced and sang along with the boys, you were silently deciphering Jinyoung’s expression.

It finally occurred to you as the song, and the concert, was coming to an end. Jinyoung reappeared by your side and looked you square in the eyes as he sang along to the last line.

He was looking at you like you were the only girl in the room.

He was looking at you with love.

It’s you, girl.

——

It was a little past midnight. Jinyoung had just finished taking a shower, a dull yet comforting ache set through his muscles. As he settled into bed, he reflected back on the tour. He couldn’t believe it had finally ended, culminating into tonight’s performance. Though he was excited to see his family and get some much-needed rest, he knew he was going to miss traveling and seeing the fans from different countries.

A few minutes turned into half an hour, and Jinyoung couldn’t get himself to fall asleep despite his exhaustion. Sitting up and putting on some slippers, Jinyoung shuffled out of his room. Ice cream sounded like a good idea, and he already couldn’t sleep, so what harm could some sugar do to his sleep? Usually he’d bother one of the other members to come along with him, but they had all dispersed after a small team celebration for finishing the tour. He, Jaebum, and Mark had decided to hit the sack while the others wanted to hit the clubs. Jinyoung stopped in front of your door before he completely passed by your room. He contemplated knocking and asking if you’d like to come, but eventually decided against it. Perhaps you were sleeping too.

After heading to the ice cream shop in the lobby and getting the one treat to satisfy his craving, Jinyoung was about to head back to the suite when he heard someone call his name. You were sitting on a love seat near the shop, alone and cup of ice cream in hand. Judging by your pajamas, it seemed you couldn’t sleep either.

Jinyoung made his way over to you. “Did you have a craving too?”

“Something like that,” you replied, glancing down at your cup.

Not knowing what else to say after a moment of silence, Jinyoung gave a little wave before beginning to walk away. “Well, good night.”

“Is that all you’re going to say to me?” Though there was a hint of attitude in your voice, you were looking at him confused yet expectantly. “Jinyoung, what are we doing? What were you doing?”

Jinyoung stared back at you pensively for a moment before hesitantly taking a seat next to you. “You know I’m not the best at talking about myself. I can be a little slow with these things.”

“I’ve got time. I can wait here all night.”

Jinyoung sighed after realizing you'd seriously sit in silence for hours until he said something. There you were, always the persistent one. He tried to focus on his ice cream. Every time he glanced up at your big eyes, the words he’d built the courage up to say would die on his lips.

“Do you remember when I took you to your school dance?” Jinyoung suddenly asked after another moment of silence.

“Huh?” Now you weren’t expecting him to say that. You sneered a bit, deciding to play along. At least he was finally opening up, if even only a little. “Do I remember? You say it as if it happened years and years ago.”

“It’s been, what, four or five years? With everything that’s happened to us in between, it feels like a lifetime ago.”

You nodded in agreement. “I guess you’re right, but what about it? Oppa pretty much forced you to go and you were going with me, so you had an awful time.”

Jinyoung grimaced at your words, vaguely remembering how the past him so vocally opposed taking you to your dance as if it would kill him, but he continued. “I did have an awful time, but it wasn’t necessarily because of you.”

You scoffed a little. “Jinyoung, we can be honest with each other. I know you found me annoying. Still do...” You trailed off quietly.

“I don’t!” Jinyoung protested earnestly, nearly dropping the ice cream from his cone. “Truly! Okay maybe I wasn’t too fond of you in the beginning, you were always following us around and being pesky. You spit water at me when you first met me!”

You attempted to keep stern and hold back your laughter at his uncharacteristic outburst, but your face said otherwise. “It’s not my fault, you told a really funny joke.”

Your slight break in resolve caused Jinyoung to smile back at you, but he quickly looked away again, remembering the repercussions of looking at you for too long. His face became serious once again. “Anyways...since then and throughout the training the days, I guess I just saw you as—”

“Your friend’s annoying little sister who had a thing for you.”

“Yes,” he confirmed regretfully. “But somewhere along the way, I just-you kind of...” His eyes darted around as if searching the room for the right words to say next. “...You know this is kind of dumb—”

“Please keep going,” you encouraged softly, almost begging him. Jinyoung forced himself to look at you, pursing his lips before continuing.

“Somewhere along the way, you started looking different. And you seemed different. Suddenly whenever you were around, I started feeling more uncomfortable than annoyed by you, and I didn’t know what to make of it until Jaebum was blackmailing me to go to the dance with you.”

All you could do was stare back at Jinyoung, unable to even react to his words as you were slowly processing. This was all news to you. You made him uncomfortable? You always thought it was just the other way around.

“Then Jaebum started talking about how he trusted me the most out of all the boys to take you to the dance because I was basically family and you know how protective Jaebum is of you, he basically threatens any guy who just looks at his little sister for more than five seconds—so you can see that just being your date was kind of a stressful thing for me...”

“Jinyoung,”

“...A-and you know our career was just about to take off and you had just gotten into the university of your dreams halfway across the world so it would have been really unfair to you if I even tried anything, also really dangerous with management, you already know that, and so I thought it would be better for me to just forget about it and avoid you as much as possible but seeing you in person this week, it was just too much for me and I didn’t know how to handle it so I guess that’s why I came off as cold and—”

“Jinyoung.” You cut him off firmly. “What exactly are you talking about right now?”

“Oh, I, uh—”

“D-do you like me? Or...?”

You’d said it. Those words had actually left your mouth. You could have punched him in the gut and Jinyoung would have reacted all the same, the air and words knocked right out of him. Jinyoung had confidently performed for thousands of people all around the world, but sitting next to you at that moment, he had never felt more unsure of himself.

To his surprise, you were looking at him with pure curiosity rather than scrutiny, and that was enough for him to keep going.

“That night you saw me talking with Mark-hyung...you had it all wrong...” He paused hesitantly but you nodded encouragingly for him to continue. He took a deep breath, willing himself to exude confidence as he exhaled. “You know what actually drives me crazy? How you seem to appear in my head every day and there’s nothing I can do about it. Believe me, I’ve tried,” he mused almost regretfully. “How talented you are—that cookie was amazing by the way,—and how good of a dancer you are, how kind you are, h-how pretty you are...”

“Wait I’m sorry, could you repeat that last part? You got quiet at the end.”

Jinyoung gave you an deadpanned look. You looked back at him innocently, but you were clearly enjoying this. He bit back a smile at your amusement. “Did you know that when you smile, your eyes do too? They turn into these little crescents.” He traced small semi-circles over his eyes.

“You mean like this?” You beamed at him, your eyes almost disappearing as your smile grew.

“Yes, like that.” Jinyoung groaned. “Cut it out, it’s distracting. That’s why it’s hard putting up with you. There’s those things that you do and you’re not even trying.”

“Jinyoung...” Your smile faded as you stared back at the boy in awe. You had never seen Jinyoung look so shy and vulnerable before. He wasn’t joking at all.

“The truth is I don’t hate you. Far from it actually. I hate me because I’m supposed to hate you but I could never,” Jinyoung sighed, gazing at you softly. “You deserve to be loved openly. I felt guilty about not being able to, so I thought it would be easier to try finding faults in you, reasons to dislike you, but there was never anything wrong with you.”

“You’ve never outright said anything rude to me before,” you realized out loud. “You just kind of avoided me like the plague.”

“I hated being cold to you. I hated seeing you plaster a smile on your face when I brushed you off.” Jinyoung gave you an apologetic look. “But I figured you were okay. If I wasn’t making you happy, at least the other boys were.”

“What do you mean?”

"You know, like how you’re always joking around with Bambam or hanging out with Jackson. You seem happy with them.”

“Yes, that’s typically what friends do,” you replied sarcastically with an incredulous expression.

“I saw you heading down with Jackson a few nights ago,” Jinyoung mentioned offhandedly, trying to seem nonchalant. “You two were all close and hugging, I just kind of assumed something was going on there—”

“Jinyoung, are you jealous?”

“No! I just, uh—” He quickly went back to finishing his ice cream, buying time to put together a response.

“I’ll have you know that what you were seeing was him comforting me after I told him about you!” You said accusingly. “I had heard you telling Mark how hard it was putting up with me and then the next day, you acted like we were the best of friends! So yeah, that was going to make me confused and upset. Luckily Jackson was there and nice enough to let me talk to him about how I felt. That’s what you were seeing.”

“Oh.” What else could Jinyoung say? He felt like a—

“Fool,” you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes. “You know for someone smart enough to be trusted by Oppa, you’re kind of stupid. And you’ve got ice cream all over your face.” You grabbed some napkins from your pocket and wiped around his mouth without a thought.

“Thanks,” Jinyoung nearly whispered, unable to make eye contact with you once again. He felt a warmth creeping up his neck.

“So...you still haven’t answered my question,” you spoke up, realizing he wasn’t going to say anything else.

“Question?”

“I asked if you liked me.”

“Do you really need to ask?” Jinyoung groaned as you nodded, a small smile inching its way onto your lips. He sighed. “Mark-hyung did tell me to be upfront with you.”

“And Jackson?”

“What about about him?”

“I noticed you two talking before the concert and you guys would look over at me,” you said nonchalantly as you took a bite of ice cream. “You two weren’t exactly the best at being inconspicuous. So what did he tell you?”

“He was the one who came up with the idea of the encore,” Jinyoung muttered with his head down. “He said that since I’m not good at talking about my feelings, everyone could help me sing them to you instead.”

“I’d still like to hear you say it out loud,” you urged softly with a melodic giggle.

How could Jinyoung say no to his favorite song?

“Okay, so I do tell you how I feel,” Jinyoung supposes. “And then what? After how awful I’ve been to you all these years, it would be unfair for you to just accept me wholeheartedly.”

You gave him a funny look, eyebrow raised challengingly. “No, it would actually be unfair for you to tell me how you really feel after years of thinking you hated me, and then for you to not do anything about it. I’m not accepting you wholeheartedly. I’m accepting you as punishment for, as you said, how awful you’ve been all these years,” you chided with a teasing smile. “Here, I’ll even go first. I like you, Jinyoung. Always have, but you already knew that. Now...” You looked at him expectantly with slight head nod, silently telling him it was his turn.

Jinyoung sighed before slowly getting up from the seat. He held his hand out to you without a word and you took it questioningly, hesitantly standing up to meet his gaze. He took a deep breath and uttered your name as he exhaled, as if saying it lifted a great weight off of his shoulders. He gently took both of your hands in his.

Looking you square in the eyes, Jinyoung spoke up. “I...I lik—”

Before he could finish his confession, you had gotten up on your tip-toes and lightly brushed your lips against his. They were gone almost as instantly as they came, but the ghost of your kiss lingered on his lips. You giggled once again as you watched Jinyoung’s fingers graze over his lips. His eyes widened at you in awe, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks.

“You just-all of a sudden—”

“Actually, you don’t need to tell me, I already know,” you joked, beaming at Jinyoung once again. You almost felt sorry for interrupting him, you had never seen him look so flustered before you.

But with your eyes shining like that, how could he get upset?

Jinyoung chuckled and smiled down at you as he lightly reached out to tuck some hair behind your ear. Now it was your turn to blush profusely.

“Good, because, like I said, I’m kind of slow in saying these things and I might need some time.”

As the two of you just stood there smiling like idiots for who knows how long, you both knew you’d have all the time in the world.

——

“You were right, red does suit me!”

Jinyoung stood from his seat and smiled as you approached him, twirling around so you could give him a better look at your outfit.

“I’m glad I chose well. How are the shoes?”

“Just right,” you replied happily, glancing down at your wedges. He walked around the table to pull out your seat. “Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Jinyoung completed. He gently placed a hand on the small of your back to usher you into your seat before settling back into his.

“Thank you. And do you know what suits you, Jinyoung?”

“What’s that?”

“Winning,” you answered mischievously, motioning to two boys dressed in white button-ups and black pants walking over to your table.

“Hyung, the fans only voted for you because you were partnered with Noona,” Bambam complained as he poured water from a pitcher into both of your glasses.

“Yeah, if I was with Noona, you’d be serving me today instead,” Yugyeom added ruefully, placing silverware on your table.

“You and Mark should have tried harder,” Jinyoung teased as he downed his water. “Refill please, slave.”

Bambam muttered obscenities under his breath as he begrudgingly complied before turning to you. “You look especially pretty today, Noona.”

You giggled at his sweetness despite his misfortune. “Aww, thanks Bam.”

“Yeah Noona, has anyone ever told you that color looks good on you?” Yugyeom asks.

“She knows,” Jinyoung nearly growled, shooting the younger boys a dirty look. “Don’t you need to be in the kitchen right now? You’re here to serve us, not talk.”

Bambam and Yugyeom mock-bowed before leaving the table. “Let’s make sure to spit in Hyung’s food.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

You and Jinyoung looked at each other and laughed, shaking your heads at the boys’ antics. When the staff said that the losers would have to serve as the winners’ slaves for a day and that the winners could make them do whatever they wanted, you didn’t know you’d be able to get the boys to basically set up your first (unofficial) date with Jinyoung. In front of a bunch of cameras and never explicitly stated that it was a date, but you were going to consider it your first date.

Jinyoung gazed at you admiringly, completely mesmerized as your skin glowed beneath the sunset. He considered this the first date too.

“A pretty rose for the pretty lady?” Mark had come up to the table with a basket of roses. He knelt by your side and offered you one.

“Oh you all flatter me too much,” you cheerfully accepted, instinctually smelling the rose. “Thank you.”

“How about a bottle of wine for the lovely couple?” Jackson appeared by Mark’s side, chilled bottle of red wine in hand. You and Jinyoung gave him a threatening look as Mark got up and nudged him.

“Cameras,” Mark whispered to Jackson, covering the mic on his collar.

Jackson laughed nervously. “Did I say lovely couple? Haha I meant winning couple. Wi-winning pair, I mean, which someone might use to refer to a couple, which means a group of two people in this case, not like a couple couple—”

Mark elbowed Jackson in the gut again. “We’re going to go check on your meals, but they should be out shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy the view and let Youngjae know if you have any requests,” he explains courteously, motioning to the boy over at the grand piano in the corner of the rooftop. Youngjae smiled at the both of you as his fingers gracefully keyed a mellow tune, setting the mood for the evening. With a short bow and knowing smirk, Mark left you two alone again, pulling Jackson along with him (but not without the younger boy waggling his eyebrows knowingly at you as he walked away.)

“Out of the seven billion people in the world, I was put into a group of seven with them,” Jinyoung joked as he opened the bottle of wine and started pouring you a glass.

“Hey! You’re just as goofy as them,” you playfully chided, clinking your glass with his. “You’re just a teensy bit better at hiding it.” As you took a sip, you noticed him staring at you curiously. “What?”

He gave you a blissful grin. “Nothing, just wish I could capture this moment.”

“Oh! We should definitely take a picture!” You brought out your phone and switched it to the front camera. You were about to turn around in your seat so you could capture the both of you when Jinyoung got up and crouched by your side. “Why so close?”

“The sun is shining this way and I guess I was just attracted to you,” Jinyoung stated, a playful glint in his eye. “One might say that you’re so magne—”

“Don’t even finish that thought,” you groaned at the lame attempt at a joke. “Cheesiness doesn’t suit you Jinyoung. Now smile!” Jinyoung placed his face next to yours and as you snapped a few pictures.

“Perfect!” You proclaimed, swiping through the photos.

“Yeah, you are.”

You turned to look at him, his face a mere inches away from yours so he could whisper to you. Jinyoung silently gazed at you just as he did at the concert and the rest of the world seemed to melt away once again. Just the two of you. Youngjae’s melody faintly played in the background as Jinyoung grinned at you. Forgetting about the cameras, your face subconsciously moved closer to his. “Jinyoung...”

Just as you two were about to cause an international broadcasting incident—

“Dinner’s ready!” Jaebum arrived at your table with a cart of food and pulled Jinyoung up. “Sir, please take a seat so you can eat comfortably.” Jinyoung, in his shocked state, let the leader pull him back around the table and firmly plant him back in his seat.

“Oppa...”

“I trust you will enjoy tonight’s special,” Jaebum stated grandly as he uncovered the dishes. “We have a couple of dishes here I think you’ll like. We’ll start off with the steak, or as I have named it on the menu, ‘you better not make a mis-steak.’” Jaebum scowled at Jinyoung as he placed the dishes in front of you. Your eyes darted back and forth between the two boys, praying in your head that you weren’t about to be a murder witness at that moment.

Jinyoung simply smiled at the leader, unfazed by his subliminal threat. “You can trust me, I’ll enjoy the meal.”

Jaebum silently glared at Jinyoung for a moment before sighing and giving him a resigned smile. “I know I can. Please eat, I hope it was worth the wait.” Jaebum gave you a wink and gently tousled your hair before walking away.

As the two of you dug in and you went into a story about a time you almost failed your microeconomics class, the words Jaebum head left him with lingered in Jinyoung’s head. You were definitely worth the wait. Despite the cautionary voices in the back of his head ordering him to keep away from you, he realized you were always the end to his decision.

It’s you, girl.

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#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #got7 fics #got7 fanfics #park jinyoung #im jaebum #mark tuan #jackson wang #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fics #kpop fanfics

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thebigpapilio · 6 years

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Makeup Test: My “Hero/Villain” Prompt!

Papilio had been nearby the hotel in civilian form when Kung Food had attacked. Seeing all that honey-esque stuff trickle down the Grand Paris like a golden mudslide (eww) was more than repulsive, but the real shame was that he’d just had lunch and was not hungry at all (not that this helped).

Nevertheless, it was his sworn duty to Champion someone and help the other two save the day, so he hid, transformed into his Miraculous form and got to work searching.

After finding two students he knew well, (Rose & Alix, if he recalled correctly), he had started to consider comitizing them, but then he realized the powers that would work for them wouldn’t be a good match-up for what appeared to be a honey-themed villain. Then he remembered Rose’s crush and fellow classmate Juleka, and thought to himself, “She was akumatized last time, wasn’t she? Let’s give her a shot - it’s the least I could do for nearly impaling her with Gladius! Heh, I really should be more careful with those kinds of comites…”

Thankfully, he sensed her not too far away, hanging out at her home. She was mostly at peace, but he could sense unease in her heart; chances were she was watching the battle ongoing between the two other heroes as they battled this so called “Kung Food.”

He wasn’t sure if Kung Food was the new name of Marinette’s unlucky uncle; she’d excitedly talked about him coming over for a while now. He wasn’t entirely sure, though - the TV reports were faraway due to the entrances and exits being blocked off. Wait, he thought to himself, I’m getting sidetracked; let’s get back to work.

Out the comes went, and when it reached Juleka’s room in her family’s houseboat (she couldn’t escape getting rocked to sleep as she got older, it seemed), it embedded herself into the pendant on her wrist as she watched the TV with more intensity then he’d ever seen on her.

“I’m worried for them too, Juleka,” Papilio admitted, hoping to seem relatable.

“But if you want to help them, I can get you the ab-”

In a surprisingly bold manner, the chosen civilian replied “Let’s do it. What’s my alias?”

Equally impressed, the superhero replied, “Whoa, now! I haven’t even given you the lowdown on your powers; I’m happy that you’re so passionate for this, Mlle. Couffaine. Or if you like, I will call you Oesypum, my good mistress of makeup.”

He’d known Juleka for a good while, but he’d never seen her this determined. It made him happy.

“Like I told you, M. Papilio, I’m in.”

A smirk crossed this face, but it lightened slightly when he was reminded the days when he used to have a smirk much cockier; days of Ladybirds and White Cats, a city of two unwilling murderers, a place chock-full of civilians that fought against their savior but did nothing to deal with their villains… of Tortue Cerveau, the absolute bastard, the one who had taken his beloved ones and corrupted them, ripped the good side out of his best friends from them and locked them away.

“Papilio? Are you okay?”

Ignoring the pain of the past, he explained her powers, and green-lighted her for battle.

“Where the heck is our Champion?” Chat Noir wondered out loud. Kung Food had been eating them for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and was currently enjoying a battle with Ladybug like a sweet dessert.

“I hate to insult him, chaton,” his Lady shouted back as she dodged his pizza-like sword, “but you’re right. His timing could stand to be a bit better!”

Papilio’s timing, however, appeared to be more than fine, however.

Chat Noir had just returned from recharging when a mirror teleported onto the top floor that was temporarily turned to a battlefield. When it opened up, it released an extremely bright light that temporarily caught the akumatized chef’s focus, distracting him enough to allow Ladybug a free roundhouse to his sorry butt. He nearly fell into his pool of probably-acidic “soup,” but he caught his balance just in time, pulled out a noodly flail and started swinging away. Good thing he didn’t fall in, though, Chat mused, our record of dead akuma was completely spotless.

Heh, spotless. He’d have to use that one on his Lady later; right now, however, the focus was the mirror. A single figure leaped out of it, throwing a small bottle of what looked to be eyeliner (being in the fashion industry made recognizing the bottle as eyeliner much easier) that landed right in front of Kung Food. The luckless villain didn’t get a chance to look down before it exploded into a puff of smoke that magically took out the brush, grew it into the size of a foam hand you’d see at a sports game, and whacked his hat into the pool of… whatever the stuff he made was.

After Marinette’s uncle and Chloe had been properly saved, Alec and his crew reset the show. When “Oesypum” was transformed back into Juleka, she was asked a question by Marinette’s Uncle Cheng during a quiet moment through Adrien’s translation. She answered with fully honesty, and he “rewarded” her by renaming his Celestial Soup to “Soup de Bòidhchead” (paying respect to her Scottish heritage).

From the outside of Le Grand Paris, a butterfly-themed hero watched over his students, reveling in their happiness atop a nearby building, all the while knowing a bigger battle was to come.

Even after Hawkmoth.

#thebigpapilio #Juleka Appreciation Week #We Are Miraculous #juleka couffaine #Papilio AU #kung food #oesypum

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i-also-miss-our-talks · 6 years

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The Bubbler ~ Dear Miraculous Ladybug

Holy crap this took for forever! I never really realized how long an episode was until I wrote this.

WC: 4,458

Warning: Swearing, Horribly placed references, Jared Kleinman

Please give me feedback! I’d love to hear what you guys thought of this! (Also if I should continue this)

Character Basics

Masterlist

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

“Huh?” Evan reached over to his side table and shut off his alarm. He closed his eyes and relaxed back into his pillows before realizing what day it was. “Happy birthday!”

Tikki jumped in surprise when Evan hopped out of bed and practically dove into his desk chair, opening up his laptop. “Evan, what are you so energized for?”

Evan turned on his laptop and stared lovingly at his wallpaper; a recent photo of the famous model Connor Murphy. Sure, he was known as the “School Shooter” at, well, school, but Evan knew better. Connor could be nice! Evan swears he’s seen his nice side before. Just not everyone has. “It’s Connor’s birthday! I made him a present, but, I, uh, I don’t know if he would, um, he will like it,” the poor boy said, closing his computer.

The Kwami landed on Evan’s shoulder. “He’s gonna love it, Evan. I’m sure of it.”

“Happy birthday, Connor,” Plagg said, handing him a slice of the infamous camembert as he brushed his teeth.

Connor gagged and pushed the present away. “Eww, Plagg! That shit reeks!”

Plagg just shrugged. “More for me.” He tossed the cheese into his mouth and swallowed with a big smile.

The birthday boy sighed. “I can’t believe I got stuck with a fucking camembert addicted cat-bug.”

Connor put his toothbrush away, grabbed his backpack, opened his hoodie pocket for Plagg to fly into, and went downstairs for breakfast. His sister, Zoe Murphy, was already waiting at the table. “It’s about time you showed up,” she mumbled.

“Shut up,” Connor retaliated and sat in his chair.

Cynthia Murphy, Connor and Zoe’s mom, set a plate of pancakes in front of Connor. “Happy birthday, my sweet boy!”

Connor rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks mom.” He looked over at his father’s empty seat. “Hey, did dad say anything about a party today? It’ll probably be only Zoe’s friends attending, but maybe we could st-“

“Sweetheart, you know your father’s rules about parties,” Cynthia sighed.

“Right. I should’ve known,” Connor sighed.

“Maybe if you didn’t spend all your time getting high, dad might have considered it,” Zoe shrugged.

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Both of you, stop!” Cynthia frowned. “I am not having you two fight today. Just go off to school, okay?”

To their dismay, the Murphy siblings grabbed their bags and made their way to the car waiting outside.

“You got this, Evan! Just hand him the gift and be on your way. You don’t even have to say a word,” Alana Beck said, trying to build the boys confidence by the school’s front doors.

“Plus, he’s gay. So you wont seem as creepy giving him a gift as you would giving a straight guy a gift,” Jared Kleinman added. He dipped his bubble wand into the container and blew out more bubbles.

“Jared, what are you doing?” Alana asked.

“What? Can’t a guy have a little fun? I found these bubbles at the park yesterday so I’m obviously not gonna let them go to waste.”

“Why were you at the park?”

“Not everything needs an answer, Alana!”

Evan took a deep breath and watched as Connor arrived to the school. He stepped out of the car after his sister and let his hair fall in front of his face. “O-okay. Yeah, I, uh, I can probably, most, most likely do this,” Evan nodded and gripped the gift in his, sweaty, hands. He began to walk towards Connor, but accidentally made eye contact with the model boy and chickened out. “I can’t! I can’t do this!”

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!” Jared stomped over to Connor and stood in front of him, preventing him from continuing his walk. “Hey, Connor! Heard it’s your birthday!”

Connor scoffed. “Yeah? What of it?”

“Shouldn’t you be a little bit more happy? I mean, it’s not everyday you turn…how ever old you’re turning,” Jared laughed.

The model rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just fuck off, Kleinman.”

“So, when’s the party?” Jared asked, continuing anyway.

Connor frowned. “My dad didn’t want me to have a fucking party so you gotta find some other way to eat shitty cake.”

“Okay, now or never,” Alana whispered and gently shoved Evan towards his crush. “Go get ‘em, Evan!”

The blue boy stumbled as he was pushed towards Connor. Thankfully, he regained his footing just as he landed next to Jared. Evan gulped as he looked at Connor. “Uh, h-hey,” he smiled.

Connor raised an eyebrow. “Hey?”

At the school doors, an angry Clara Harrise watched the scene unfold. “Samantha! Did you seriously not tell me it was Connors birthday?!”

Her “best friend”, Samantha Wilson, looked through her phones calendar and gasped at her mistake. “I’m sorry, Clara! I must’ve forgotten!”

“Yeah, you must have!” Clara stomped out the doors and towards Connor. Evan was desperately trying to form a sentence for Connor when she pushed him out of the way. Clara put on a fake smile and hugged the birthday boy. “Happy birthday, Connor-bear!”

Connor pushed her off of him and rolled his eyes. “Don’t use that stupid nickname. It fucking sucks.”

Clara ignored him. “Did you get the present I sent you?” When Connor shook his head, the girl groaned. “Those stupid delivery people! It must’ve been too big so they had to get more people to help them. But don’t worry, it’ll get there!” With a quick kiss to the cheek, Clara retreated back to Samantha.

“Oh! What’d you get him, Clara?” Samantha asked.

“I didn’t get him anything. You did. And it better be the biggest and best thing there is. Got it?” Clara said. Samantha gave a quick nod and went to typing on her phone.

Jared helped pick Evan back up. “Hey, Evan. Didn’t you have something to say to Connor?” Jared asked, trying to help him out.

Evan nodded. “Yeah, I, uh, wanted to, well, was hoping to, um give you, uh, gi—“ Poor Evan was cut off by the sound of a car honking.

Connor looked past the stuttering boy and sighed. He turned towards his sister, who was talking with Alana behind him. “Zoe! We’ve got another fucking photoshoot!” Zoe frowned, apologized to Alana for leaving, and followed her brother into the car.

“No party, huh? Guess it’s time for The Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman to do some work.” And with that, Jared began his walk to the Murphy Mansion.

“Why don’t you ring the doorbell?” Alana asked. Her and Evan were currently standing outside the Murphy household, trying to figure out how to give Connor his gift.

“What? I can’t, but, I can’t ring the doorbell! I mean what, what if he, Connor, what if Connor answers?” Evan said, nervously wiping his hands on his shirt, careful not to accidentally hit Tikki in the front pocket.

Alana smirked and pressed the doorbell button. “Guess we’ll find out, wont we?”

But, to Evan’s slight disappointment, Connor did not answer the door. His mother did. Cynthia smiled at the teens. “Hello, there. How can I help you?”

Evan fumbled around, searching for something to say. “I, uh, I have, um, gift? A-a gift for, uh, for Connor?”

Cynthia gasped. “Oh my goodness! Yes, yes thank you! I’ll be sure to give it to him!” She smiled and took the gift. She was so excited that Connor was getting a gift that she closed the door in their faces.

Evan, though, smiled brightly. “I really wish, er, uh, hope Connor likes it!”

Alana nodded. “Of course he will! You did leave a note, right?” Evan blinked once. Twice. Three times. And then shook his head sadly. “Oh, boy. Jared’s gonna get a kick out of this. Speaking of, where is he?”

“Who was that, Cynthia?”

Said woman turned and smiled at her husband. “Oh, Larry, can you believe it? Connor received a gift from a friend!”

Larry Murphy, head of the Murphy Model Industry as well as his own lines of fashion, sighed. “Did we even get him a present?”

Cynthia’s smile was replaced with a frown. “I got him a present. Did you?”

Larry’s eyes quickly flicked down towards the present in his wife's arms before he nodded. “Of course.”

A knock on the door alerted the adults attentions. Cynthia walked to the door and was happily greeted by non other than Jared Kleinman. “Hi, can I help you?”

Jared smiled and nodded. “I hope so. I’ve come to talk with Mr. Murphy.” Upon hearing his name, Larry stepped into the doorway, a scowl decorating his features. “Oh, hey, Mr. Murphy! I just wanted to stop by and say you should really let Connor have a birthday party. It’s really kinda a necessity in the teenage years.”

“No,” Larry stated. “I decided to not let my son have a party and that’s that.”

Jared’s smile lessened as Cynthia walked away. “Oh, come on! Connor may not be the best at, well, anything, but even he deserves a party. You always give Zoe one for her birthdays.”

“Kleinman?” Turning at his name, Jared was met with the Murphy siblings standing behind him, waiting to enter their house. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Connor asked.

“Just trying to get you the party you deserve, Murphy,” Jared said.

“Listen here…Kleinman. I don’t need you to tell me whats best for my children. In fact, I don’t need you to tell me anything. You’re not allowed here again. Leave. Now,” Larry snapped.

Zoe stepped forward, placing a hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Dad! Jared’s just trying to be a good friend, even if Connor doesn’t deserve it,” she said, mumbling the last bit under her breath.

“I fucking heard that!”

“Fuck off, Connor. I’m trying to help you right now!”

Larry grabbed Zoe’s arm and pulled her away. “I said leave, young man.”

Jared frowned and stomped away. He hadn’t even noticed Zoe had escaped her Father’s grasp and followed him. “Jared, wait! I’m sorry my dad was such an ass to you.”

“That man is an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone but himself! I’m sorry you’re stuck living with him,” Jared said and walked away. He walked to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling out his container of bubbles to calm him down. He took out the wand and blew some bubbles as he watched a father drag his kid away from an ice cream stand. “Adults are all assholes.”

Soon, a little black and purple butterfly landed on Jared’s bubble wand. As it entered the plastic, a menacing voice filled Jared’s head. “Hello there, Bubbler. I am Hawkmoth. I will grant you the power to be rid of all the adults. But in exchange, I’ll need you to give me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous’s.”

Jared smirked. “Sounds like a deal,” he laughed and let a purple fog engulf him. When the Bubbler emerged, he smiled brightly. “Holy fucking shit this is awesome!” He grabbed his giant bubble wand from the sheath on his back and blew a bubble towards the dad from earlier. The dad was encased by a bubble which lifted him into the sky. “Now, where’s the rest of the adults?”

“Connor’s probably gotten his present by now,” Evan said as he ate lunch with Tikki.

The kwami nodded. “And he definitely loves it, Evan.” The boy smiled and handed Tikki another cookie. Outside, a scream filled the air. Evan ran over to the window to see all the adults floating towards the sky in bubbles. “Hawkmoth must’ve made a new villain!”

“We have to save them!” Evan lifted his hand in the air, providing easy access to his bracelet. “Tikki! Spots on!” Within a few flashes, Ladybug was suited up, ready for action. He leapt out the window and towards a giant cloud of bubbles formed above the Murphy Mansion.

Connor and Zoe were about to leave to go back to school when they heard music playing from the back of the house. “Really, Zoe? You had to bring your jazz band over for lunch?”

Zoe frowned. “Shut the fuck up, Connor. I didn’t do that,” she hissed as they walked towards the back of the house. Peering through the windows, the siblings saw a raging party with a strange colored man yelling out orders such as “don’t stop dancing” or “keep smiling before you join the adults”.

Plagg flew out of Connors hoodie pocket. “Whoa! That looks like the wildest party ever!”

Zoe squinted at the man and gasped as she came to a realization. “That’s Jared! It looks like he’s been akumatized!”

The eldest Murphy groaned. “Really? I have to save Kleinman’s ass on my birthday? Is this some kind of shitty joke?”

“Connor, relax and go party,” Plagg insisted. “No one seems like they’re hurt. There’s no need to fight the akuma yet. Just go have fun!”

“Don’t listen to him, Con,” Zoe said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve got a job to do. He said something about ‘joining the adults’ so obviously people are hurt somewhere. Don’t think of it as saving Kleinman; think of it as being able to work with Ladybug on your birthday,” she winked.

Connor blushed lightly and let his hair fall in front of his face in hopes of covering his cheeks. “Whatever. Ladybug’s not even here yet so I’m gonna listen to Plagg’s shitty advice,” he mumbled and walked outside. Connor lifted his head as people yelled out “happy birthday” when they saw him. Guess Plagg’s advice didn’t completely suck ass.

Zoe frowned as she watched Connor enter the party. “Ladybug, please hurry,” she whispered and followed her brother.

Within the big crowd of people, Clara pushed Samantha to the DJ booth where the Bubbler stood. “Um, can I, er, I request a slow dance,” she said.

The Bubbler laughed. “Isn’t it a little early for a slow dance?”

Clara groaned. “Do I have to do everything myself?” She pushed Samantha out of the way and smiled sweetly at the akumatized villain. “But it’s Connor’s first slow dance, ya know, since Zoe’s the only one who ever gets parties.”

“Oh! Gotcha!” The Bubbler put on a different record and smiled as everyone begrudgingly partnered up to dance.

Connor frowned as Clara walked up to him. “The fuck do you want?”

“A dance partner,” she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Connor frowned and kept his hands in his pockets.

Ladybug landed on the rooftop of the Murphy Mansion, watching the scene unfold. He gasped at the sight of his crush…dancing? Maybe?…with Clara. “Not on my watch,” he said and threw his yo-yo in the air. “Lucky Charm!” A record fell into his hands before he, with a quick glance of his surroundings, threw it against the wall, letting it bounce off and land on the DJ stand.

While everyone danced to the sudden upbeat music, Connor looked around for what caused the record to appear. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed as he caught Ladybug’s eye. “Ladybug?” Connor whispered and got away from Clara, trying to get closer to his crush.

Ladybug wanted nothing more to go down and dance with Connor, but unfortunately his Miraculous started beeping. He quickly dove in front of the gates of the Murphy Mansion—where no one stood, thankfully—to whisper “spots off.” Tikki flew out of Evan’s bracelet and landed in the palm of his hand once he de-transformed. “Are you alright, Tikki?”

The Kwami nodded. “I’ll be fine when I get some food. You know you can only use your Luck Charm once per transformation, right Evan?”

Evan nodded. “I know. But it was an emergency!”

“What was an emergency?”

Tikki quickly flew into the front pocket of Evan’s shirt as Alana walked towards her friend. “Uh, I, um, not, nothing was, actually. Just, ya know, talking to, um, myself, is all,” Evan stuttered out.

Alana nodded. “Makes sense. I do that all the time. But, hey, I’ve been looking for you all over the place! I’ve got something to show you,” she smiled and grabbed Evan’s hand, leading him through the gates and into the mansion. “Oh! Also, I grabbed you a cookie before someone took them all. I know you’re constantly eating them.”

Evan smiled. “Thanks,” he said and made sure she wasn’t paying attention before handing the cookie to his Kwami. Alana took him through the different hallways until they stopped at what appeared to be Connor’s room. Evan blushed profoundly as she tried to get him through the door. “A-Alana! I, er, we can’t go in there! That’s Connor’s room!”

The girl nodded. “I’m well aware of that, Evan. But your present for him his sitting on his bed! You can sign your name so he knows who it’s from,” she explained. Evan still would not budge. Alana sighed. “Fine. I’ll grab it and come back out,” she said before entering the room.

Tikki popped up out of Evan’s shirt pocket. “Why was she in Connor’s room in the first place?”

Evan shrugged. “You know Alana. She’s always trying to know everything,” he smiled. He patted Tikki’s tiny head back into his pocket just as Alana came back out. She handed him the present and a pen. Evan thanked her and quickly wrote on the wrapping of the present.

Dear Connor Murphy,

Have a wonderful birthday!

Sincerely, Evan Hansen

“I’m gonna go look for Zoe. I’ll see you out there, Ev,” Alana said before heading out.

Tikki flew out of Evan’s pocket once his friend left. “Evan, it’s time to transform!”

The boy nodded. “Tikki, spots on!” Once Ladybug transformed, he leapt out the window and back outside. There, he saw the Bubbler putting people in bubbles if they did not follow his orders. “Hate to burst your bubble, Bubbler, but this party’s canceled,” Ladybug said, landing in front of the villain.

“Ladybug!” Alana smiled and took out her phone, starting to record another segment for her Ladyblog.

Connor looked at Zoe as Ladybug landed. His sister nodded and covered for him as he ran inside to transform. “Plagg, claws o-“

“Nah. I don’t feel like it,” the Kwami said as he floated around Connor. “I’m sure Ladybug can handle this himself. Besides, do you really want to help Kleinman of all people?”

Connor frowned and grabbed Plagg, stomping into the kitchen to grab some cheese. “You lazy ass cat,” he mumbled and gave the piece of cheese to him.

Plagg quickly devoured the cheese and smiled. “Okay, we can transform now.”

The birthday boy sighed and held out his ring. “Plagg, claws out!” In a flash of green light, Chat Noir stood proudly in the Murphy’s kitchen. He grabbed a nearby hair-tie to pull his brown, curly locks back into a messy bun. A smirk decorated his face as he snuck outside and landed beside Ladybug. “To what do I owe the pleasure, my bug?”

Ladybug rolled his eyes. “Can it, Chat Noir. We’ve got more important things to worry about than your attempts at flirting.”

“Meowch! You’ve wounded me,” Chat said and frowned as Bubbler laughed.

“You two think you can stop me? Think again!” The Bubbler pulled out his bubble wand. He blew on it and let thousands of tiny green bubbles rocket towards the hero’s.

Ladybug and Chat Noir dodged the bubbles the best they could. Chat popped them with his staff as they flew by whereas Ladybug used his yo-yo. But unfortunately, some of the bubbles stuck to their arms and legs, preventing them form being able to move. The bubbles on them flew together and merged to create one giant bubble, trapping them both.

“There! Now you can join the adults you care so deeply about,” Bubbler smirked.

Ladybug frowned and climbed over Chat to get to the edge of the bubble. “Kids need adults, Bubbler! They provide the love and support that they need!”

“At least most do,” Chat Noir whispered under his breath.

“Well now you can get that. So long, Ladybug and Chat Noir!” With a swift kick, the Bubbler launched the bubble into the air.

Ladybug frowned as they ascended. “We’ve gotta find a way out of here!”

“Why? Do you not enjoy my presence, Bugaboo?” Chat Noir teased, leaning closer to the red hero.

Ladybug rolled his eyes. “Not right now, Chat.”

“Oh, come on, my bug. Just a peck,” Chat Noir smirked and pursed his lips for a kiss.

“Chat, use your Cataclysm to pop the bubble.”

Chat Noir sighed. “Cataclysm!” His hand filled with energy before he placed his hand on the bubble, causing it to pop and send them hurtling back towards the ground.

Ladybug threw his yo-yo out towards one of the nearby buildings, grabbed Chat Noir by the waist, and swung down to safety. Ladybug retracted his yo-yo. “We’ve gotta get back to the party and destroy that bubble wand. I’m almost positive that’s where the Akuma is.”

“Where is everyone? Get out here and have fun! It’s a party!” Bubbler yelled, threatening them with his bubble wand.

“Not anymore. Party’s over, Bubbler,” Ladybug announced as he and Chat Noir landed on a nearby rooftop.

“Ladybug!” Alana smiled and led her fellow classmates in cheering her name.

The Bubbler growled. “You’re all such party poopers! Just like the adults!” He then turned to the other teens and, with a swipe of his wand, encased them all in bubbles. “Go and join them,” he said and laughed as they flew up into the air.

“No!” The hero’s watched in horror as their classmates flew towards the clouds.

Chat Noir’s ring beeped, indicating that he only had five minutes left. “We’ve gotta hurry, Ladybug, before I transform back!”  Ladybug nodded and threw his yo-yo into the air. “Lucky Charm!” In a flurry of tiny ladybugs, a wrench dropped into his hands. “A wrench? What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Bang me.”

“No, Chat. That’s a hammer.”

“Shit! Screw me?”

“No, Chat. That’s a screwdriver.”

“Fucking damn it!”

“Chat have you ever picked up a tool in your life?”

“Can’t say I have, Bugaboo.”

Ladybug rolled his eyes and looked around for an idea of how to stop the Bubbler. He spots a vent on the nearby roof. “Chat, cover me!”

The cat-boy nodded. “Gotcha!” Chat coaxed the Bubbler over to the vent. “Bet you can’t trap me in a bubble again,” he teased.

Ladybug ran over to the vent and used the wrench to get the pipe off the vent so that the air shot upwards.

The Bubbler didn’t notice as he was shooting bubbles at Chat Noir. Said cat was running closer to the vent and quickly ducked behind the air before he got it. The air deflected any bubble that came towards it. Bubbler, in an act of frustration, lifted his wand into the air in hopes of throwing bubbles over top of the air.

Instead, Ladybug threw his yo-yo and grabbed the wand. He broke the bubble wand over his knee and smiled as the Akuma flew out. “No more evil-doing for you, little Akuma,” Ladybug said as he unlocked his yo-yo cap. “Time to de-evilize!” He quickly captured the little black and purple butterfly and locked it in his yo-yo to fix. “Gotcha!” With a quick press of the cap, a pure white butterfly flew out into the world. “Bye-bye, little butterfly.” Ladybug picked up the wrench from earlier and threw it into the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

With a swipe of pink light, everything turned back to normal. The adults and teens were brought safely back down to earth and everything that had been broken was fixed. Even Jared turned back to his normal, jerky self. “Wh…what happened?” Jared asked as he regained his senses.

Ladybug and Chat Noir smiled and bumped fists. “Pound it!”

Back in a secret hideout, Hawkmoth watched the scene unfold. “You may have won this time, Ladybug and Chat Noir. But I will one day reign victorious!”

“Cynthia?” Larry asked when his wife answered the phone. He had gotten called into work so unfortunately couldn’t speak with her in person.

“Yes, Larry?” Cynthia answered, cutting up some carrots for dinner.

“I, um, I…I didn’t get Connor a gift.”

His wife sighed. “I figured as much. That’s why I bought an extra gift. You can give it to him at dinner tonight.”

Larry let out a breath of relief. “Thank you, Cynthia. I’ll see you then.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Hey, Hansen.”

Evan jumped in surprise. He turned around a gulped at the sight of Connor. “O-oh! Uh, hi, um, hey, C-Connor. What’s, um, why, what’s up?” Evan somehow managed to stutter out.

“I just wanted to say thanks for the gift. I really like it,” Connor said and pulled the gift out of his bag. It was a new sketch book, but clipped onto every page was a different photo of things Connor liked. That way he always has inspiration for things to draw. “Did you take these photos?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I, um, I did. It’s just a, some stuff that, you know, that I’ve, er, um, I know you like? I, uh, actually talked, asked Zoe for help? Cause they’re were like a few pages left and I didn’t know what photos to put on them cause you know we don’t really talk that much which sucks but it’s fine or whatever so you should thank her too but I’m rabbling I’m sorry,” Evan said and blushed towards the end.

Connor nodded. “Don’t be sorry for a stupid reason, Evan,” he said. Connor gave Evan a little wave before walking into class.

Alana and Jared smiled at Evan. “Hey! It looked like Connor really liked your present,” Alana said as they walked over.

Evan nodded. “I know, er, at least, think he like, liked it, too!”

Jared rolled his eyes and blew bubbles in Alana’s face. “Will you stop that, Jared?”

“Why? I’m just having fun,” he laughed and continued with his antics. That was, until Zoe walked over and smacked Jared’s bubbles out of his hands. “Hey!”

“I’m not floating up into the air again, Jared. So just deal with it,” Zoe smirked and walked with Alana into the class.

“Bitch,” Jared mumbled and followed them.

“I heard that, Kleinman!”

Evan laughed and walked into class, going to his seat behind Connor and next to Jared. He smiled as he watched Connor start a sketch on the page with a photo of a Weeping Willow.

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