#im going to bag carts until someone tells me to do something else
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you’re suffering alone
prompt: “kageyama knows you as his little ray of sunshine, but what does he do when he finds out how you really feel?”
pairing: kageyama x female! reader
word count: 3k
warnings: MAJOR tw!!! depression, again major tw self harm, reader cries a lot when kageyama finds out, reader’s mom is dead lol i went all out
genre: fluff, angst
you were always their little ray of sunshine
when you first joined the school a year ago and introduced yourself all excitedly
hinata ran to tanaka after that class
“we need to convince her to be our manager!!!!”
tanaka was down lol
it didn’t take long to convince you, you were looking for extracurricular activities to engage in anyway
the conversation went a bit like this
“y/n-san! do you want to be karasuno’s volleyball team manager?”
“sure!”
“we swear it- did you just say yes?”
“...yes”
cue tanaka and hinata screaming
after you became their manager it didn’t take you and kageyama too long to fall in love either
he adored the good vibes you brought with in any room you stepped in and you enjoyed the calmness that came with him (except when hinata’s around to annoy him, pretty boy radiates ᵃⁿᵍʸ energy then lol)
poor boy didn’t know that what he felt towards you until he had the whole team screaming at him to ask you out
so he did
and so you ended up here, 10 months into dating kageyama and 12 months into being karasuno’s manager along with kiyoko and hitoka
everyone found it a little weird that you were always the one to stay the longest out of everyone, but everyone assumed it was just because you genuinely enjoyed being there
which you did, don’t get me wrong
that just wasn’t the only reason.
no one actually knew why you had changed schools in the middle of the year
every time someone asked you pushed it off, claiming your old school just wasn’t working out and started babbling about how much you love being at this school and how glad you are to have found real friends like them
“time for a break, i brought food!!”
you held the bags of food up, getting tackled in a gross sweaty hug by nishinoya
“it’s like you heard my stomach calling out for you, y/n!!! you’re my saviour!!!”
you immediately laughed
“i know, noya, now get off, you’re sweaty” you cringed a little and he got off, a little offended but he quickly forgot about it and snatched the bags
you were all sat on the ground, everyone eating quietly when hinata started complaining about his mother nagging him to focus a little more on studying
that’s how everyone started talking about their mothers, somehow everyone having a little to complain about
“what ‘bout you, y/n? you have nothing to remark about your mom like our little crybabies here?” daichi looked at you
everyone whined at that,, “we’re not babies!!”
you tensed up at the question before relaxing and smiling
“nope! my mom is perfect.” you giggled
“woah, i wish!! you need to introduce me to your mom, y/n!!”
noya was very invested in your mom being perfect, lol
you see
kageyama here is very observant, whether it be on the court or just, well, people in general
he saw you tense up for that split-second, not pressing it further
he knows you most likely aren’t ready to talk about it
now that he thinks about it, you never talk about your family
he’d love to know but he understands that you’ll come to him when you’re ready to tell him and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by nagging you about it
“i’ll introduce you to her, noya” you giggled
his face lit up and he nodded before the topic changed again and you could now also speak to them about how annoying and hard math class is
fr tho i hate math
after they were done eating no one could move anymore, let alone practice
hinata tried
keyword tried
he threw up....
no one else even wanted to practice after that - opting to clean up and end practice for today instead
“kageyama, ill head out a bit early today, i’ve got some stuff to do” you said
you startled the shit out of him because he was just bringing the last volleyball to the cart
“HO- oh.” he stopped himself from screaming and turned to you
“alright, just take care..” he mumbled, ruffling your hair which made you whine and fix it
you hate when he does that
he thinks your reaction is adorable
you scoffed and pulled him down to your height to plant a little kiss on his cheek
he blushed, pda isnt for him
you loved his soft side so much
nonetheless he smiled at you and straightened up again
“call me if anything happens” he cleared his throat
baby was a little awkward with stuff like this
you didn’t mind though
you nodded and smiled “will do!”
and off you were lol
hinata then popped up infront of kageyama
“what’d you do to her!?!?!?! she never leaves early!!!!!!!”
kageyama pushed him away by the head
“she just has stuff to do, shut up.”
“hey, mom..” you smiled lightly as you sat down
“nishinoya is really looking forward to meeting you! the whole team asked about you today.. today was an ok day, i was pretty distracted all day so i didn’t have the time to feel sad again.”
...
you sighed
“but, you know, it’s been getting harder lately. it seems that getting out of bed to get to school is getting harder.. i love making everyone happy, but it’s hard being the provider and never getting something in return. sometimes, when things get hard, i just want to drop everything. i want to stop acting so bubbly and happy, but i know you wouldn’t want me to lose my smile.”
you stood up
“i’ll get going then, i love you.”
you placed the flowers down on the grave before you, staring down at it with a sad smile before making your way home, yet again
the next day you showed up to school as you usually did, taking your seat next to kageyama after greeting him like usual
you were having a conversation with hinata
it was too early for kageyama to speak
everyone was confused when you didn’t show up to practice that day
kags(｡◝‿◜｡) , 2:47pm: are you not coming to practice?
y/n, 2:49pm: no baby, i’m sorry :( i really can’t tODAY, im so upset over it
kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:50pm: did something happen?
kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:53pm: y/n?
y/n, 3.26pm: nope, i just have some stuff to do at home (╥﹏╥)
the next day you showed up like usual again, this time attending practice too
just like that the days seemed to go by in a blur for you
day by day you felt yourself breaking more
day by day the scars on your hips multiplied
and day by day it got a little harder to make the room light up when you stepped inside
it was after practice and it was only you, nishinoya and kageyama left
“hey, y/n, can i finally meet your mom today??”
he was pressing around so much about it
you smiled and shrugged,
“sure, i bet she doesn’t mind a visit”
“can i come too?” kageyama asked timidly and you nodded
“of course.. it’s about time.” you smiled
your eyes were a little glassy
he frowned
nishinoya was too busy getting excited over meeting the first ever perfect mother to notice and he began dragging you out “let’s go then!”
he was pulling you to the direction of your place before you abruptly stopped
“ah-ah, i didn’t say i still live with her, did I?”
you had both boys confused now and you started walking into the right direction
you intertwined your fingers with kageyama’s
he squeezed your hand a little
he knew you needed a little support
only did he not expect you to lead them to the cemetery
nishinoya’s smile dropped when you actually entered the cemetery
he saw it but he expected you to walk past
you stopped in front of your mothers grave
“there she is.” you let out a sigh
kageyama felt his heart drop
“wait, y/n, i’m so sorry for pressing this so mu-”
kageyama pulled you in a tight hug, shaking his head at the boy, who now went quiet
he felt so horrible
you were trying so hard to hold your tears back, looking at noya
“don’t worry, you didn’t know.”
you still smiled at him
kageyama then spoke
“it’s best if you go home, don’t you think?”
he didn’t even sound angry at this point
nishinoya nodded and left
he really felt so bad
you couldn’t hold back and broke out in tears after
this was the first time you cried in front of your boyfriend
he didn’t expect it to hurt this much
hearing your little sobs break through you
he could feel his own heart breaking as he tightened the hug
neither of you said anything
he just let you cry into his chest
he didn’t need to tell you he was there for you with words
he told you through gently patting your back as you cried
he told you through not judging you when you cried like this
even when it started raining and the rain was slowly seeping through both of your clothes he didnt loosen his grip on you
he let you finish crying
however long it took
and when you finally looked up at him, only the moon’s light illuminating your face, he felt his heart break, again, at the sight of your puffy eyes and red nose
he wanted to protect you from all bad things, forever.
“gosh, i’m sorry, it took me so long to stop crying..”
he shook his head and pecked your forehead quickly “no. you didn’t.”
“..is this why you always avoided talking about your mother?”
you nodded, looking down at her grave, the flowers you placed there two days ago already droopy
you then looked up at him again
“thank you, for.. supporting me..”
nishinoya apologised about 27 times when he saw you
you kept reassuring him that it was alright but he felt so bad
he felt so bad he couldn’t even properly play that day
daichi sent him home early
“come back when you dont have two left legs!!!”
practice ended soon after that anyway
you sat on a bench, filling out the last bits of your homework so you didnt have to do it at home, not even noticing that it was just you and kageyama left until he called out to you
“hey, y/n, mind throwing me some balls? i’m not tired yet and i want to keep practicing”
you happily helped
you admired his determination to get better daily
it was refreshing, seeing him so passionate about volleyball
how couldn’t you help when he asked like that
that’s how he was now practicing as you were talking
“can you come over tonight?”
you furrowed your brows
“but it’s a school night?”
he shrugged “i don’t care. you haven’t been at my place for three entire weeks! i only see you at school, i miss you.” he was honest
he really missed you and he wanted to know what was up with your lame excuses every time he asked
you then nodded
“alright then, i’ll come.”
whilst he was busy drinking water you tried ‘passing’ the ball (at which you horribly failed)
“look, i’m a better setter than you!”
he chased you down lol
you took him by surprise when he finally caught you, grabbing onto your hips, followed by a loud intake of breath and a wince from you
fuck
well
he obviously immediately let go
“y/n. what’s wrong?”
you sighed and turned towards him
“um.. i.. hit my hip earlier today..?” you trailed off and he immediately knew that you were lying
honestly, he kind of had an idea of what it was
he just didn’t want to think of that possibility
he might be a bit slow, but he’s not stupid
he has a slight idea why you haven’t been coming over
he notices how the circles under your eyes have gotten darker
he notices how you sleep in classes, which is something you never do
and he’s so, so worried
but he’s scared to approach you
he’s scared to confirm his worst fears
he shook his head at you “don’t lie.”
you sighed softly “kageyama, it’s nothing.”
you avoided his gaze and he shook his head again, now unable to hold back from speaking
“no, y/n. you’re not okay, i know you’re not. i know that you struggle every day and i know you don’t like speaking about it, but i just can’t keep watching you suffer in silence, i do give you your space, but not when it truly concerns your well-being to the point i cant touch you or see you as often as i’d like to!”
he stopped and took a deep breath, shaking his head
“let’s go home first, i want to talk about this in a place i can do more for you.”
you were speechless
you never had expected him to notice anything, let alone speak up about it
you were so lost in thought you let him drag you to his room quietly
you snapped back to reality when he was unlocking his door, walking inside when it was open - you following
you sat on his bed, still not knowing what to say
how the tables turn, usually its kageyama being the quiet one and you being the one to fill the silence with unnecessary babbling lol
he looked at you, uncertainty swimming in his eyes
“can i see?”
you immediately knew what he was talking about, looking down
you pondered over it a little before nodding
he crouched down before you, looking up at you
“you know you can trust me, right?”
you furrowed your brows “of course”
“you don’t need to hide your feelings from me, baby, i love you through all of your emotional states, i love seeing you happy but i like comforting you when you feel sad too, you mustn’t hide your feelings.”
your eyes filled with tears at that one sentence
i love you through all of your emotional states
“thank you..” you sniffled
“i mean it. it hurts me when you hide it, it makes me feel so helpless, i don’t want to watch you crumble before my eyes, please, talk to me..”
“i just feel so hopeless, kags.. my heart feels so dull lately.”
you finally let in
“it feels like every single day repeats itself and all of my responsibilities are so hard to fulfill..it’s so hard turning up to school, bringing positive energy with me when all i feel is my sadness taking over my entire self bit by bit.”
he was listening, now sat on the floor before you, chin resting on your knee as you spoke
“but you’re not responsible for anyone’s happiness except yours. i don’t like when you prioritise others before yourself, y/n.. i don’t say it often but you’re truly so important to me and i don’t want you to lose yourself only because you try to make others happy.. it isn’t worth it, we love you for you, i can assure you, no one from our group would judge you for feeling down, we all have bad days, gosh, we all have bad weeks or even months! hiding these feelings will only worsen your pain and lead you to.. do irrational things..” he said, fingertips tracing over your hip gently
“let me see first and then we’ll talk about how we’re fixing this, ok?”
you sniffled and nodded, letting him pull the side of your pants down enough to reveal to him what he feared most
seeing the cuts scattered on your skin broke him, truly.
he gulped and stood up, leaving to get you a pair of his shorts
“put these on, this way i can tend to them better.” he said, wanting to clean it up first before telling you his thoughts about it
you nodded and changed into the shorts, him trying not to break down there and then as he left to get some stuff
when he came back you were patiently waiting for him and let him clean the cuts with some alcohol (not without complaining at the stings) before he bandaged them up as best as he could
he then laid down and pulled you with him, hugging you
“oh my precious y/n..” he mumbled
he was hugging your head to his chest to hide the fact that he was tearing up
he wanted to help you so bad but he knew exactly that he couldn’t just end your suffering and it hurt him
“but why? why do you do that to yourself?”
his voice cracked when he asked and you looked up, realisation hitting you
you hurt him so bad by doing this.
the person you loved and cherished most
“it felt like the only escape”
he caressed the top of your head
“pressuring you into stopping won’t help and isn’t worth it, but please, when you feel like.. doing that, call me instead. i’ll be at your place in no time and- even if you don’t want to talk i can just hug you and keep you company-”
you cut him off by pressing your lips against his
“i will, baby. i’ll call you whenever i feel down from now on”
he nodded “thank you”
he was thanking you as if he wasn’t the one helping you right now
you now hugged him back, “i’m sorry for not saying earlier..”
he hummed “lets just lay here. you’ll get better, i promise.”
he kept his promise
ever since that day, he’s been calling you morning and night, making sure you felt good waking up and going to bed
he often called you through entire nights
he made you slowly start to understand that your purpose wasn’t to make anyone happy but yourself
he made you realise you were more than a mere person that’s always happy
and he made you understand that showing your feelings wasnt something to be embarrassed about
(the entire team was very supportive too when they found out you were struggling! kageyama didn’t explain the details though)
so yep.
you had kageyama and a bunch of friends that were supporting you
and for the first time, you felt hopeful for the future, your mother watching over you proudly after years of struggling and even having to move schools for a fresh start
she could now rest easily, knowing your guardian angel found his way to you and won’t ever leave you.
a/n: YALL I MADE MYSELF EMO WITH THIS ONE:( i hope you enjoyed it & please leave comments about it!
#kageyama#tobio kageyama#kageyama x reader#tobio x reader#depression#volleyball#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#female reader#self harm#dead mother#sad#angst#fluff#reader cries a lot#kageyama cries a bit too#haikyuu angst#haikyuu fluff#tanaka#hinata#nishinoya#daichi#kageyama x y/n
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anything and everything
elide x lorcan, modern au, sick fic/domestic fluff, word count: 1874
The clock at the back of his classroom showed that there was two minutes left until lunch. The history teacher knew he’d lost his students three minutes ago, and tossed his printed copy of the PowerPoint onto his meticulously organised desk. “Alright, guys, I think that’s enough for today. Pack up and get out of here, yeah?”
The sounds of rustling paper and shuffling bags filled the room. Lorcan unplugged his laptop from the projector and clicked it off, pushing the cart back to its corner. He heard his grade twelves’ easy conversations and jokes as they filed out, bidding him good-bye.
“Bye, Mr. S,” Evangeline called, waving as she walked out, “thank you!”
“You’re welcome, Evangeline. Have a good day,” Lorcan replied. No one else was in his classroom, so he pushed in the chairs and picked up the stray pencils that had been left.
He slid his laptop into his bag and slung the leather strap over his shoulder. Lorcan left the blinds down from when they’d been drawn for the video he’d shown and flicked the lights off before he closed and locked the door.
His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked to the teacher’s lounge. Lorcan was the first there and he decided to call home, his phone in his back pocket.
As the phone rang, Lorcan grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit and rinsed it before he ate it.
His fiancée picked up after two rings and sounded even more congested and hoarse than she’d been in the morning, “Hello, love. How’s your day going?” Elide coughed loudly, the sound deep and from her chest, “I’m feeling so much better, honestly, baby. I think I’ll just pop in and teach my last few class–”
“Lee, you're sick. You'll collapse before you get to the front gate and you know it,” he said, nodding to Rowan, who walked in with Aelin and Lysandra. Nesryn couldn’t have been that far behind them.
Elide huffed, knowing he was right and hating it, “I’m not sick, I’m not even barfing! I’m just achy and I have a cough, I’m fine.”
“You have the flu, Elide. You do not have the energy to teach two classes - stay home.”
She muttered something and Lorcan could practically hear her eye roll. “Fine. I can do video calls anyway, bye-bye, L, love you!”
“That is not what I meant, Elide,” he protested, but Elide hung up. Lorcan sighed through his nose and put his phone in his pocket once more. The rest of the apple was gone in two bites.
From one of the tables, the blonde science teacher looked over at him, a bite of leftover risotto and pink salmon on her fork, “Was that our Ellie dear? How is she?”
“Stubborn and petty,” Lorcan grumbled in good nature. He tossed his apple core into the compost bin, “I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Please don’t call me if you need help.” His colleagues laughed mockingly at his inconsiderate remark and Lorcan smirked, saluting them as he walked out. “Bye, guys. Have a good day.” He walked down the hall, waving and nodding to students he recognised.
Lorcan passed two of his favourites, Luca and Evangeline. They stopped him to talk and they chatted about Luca’s upcoming debate and Evangeline’s English presentation. He wished them both luck and continued on, all but refusing to acknowledge any of his other colleagues. Lorcan didn’t have anything against them, save for a few, but he didn’t want to be dragged into a long conversation with them when his girl was home sick and miserable.
Outside, it was raining, but light enough that it was more of a mist than any noticeable precipitation. Lorcan got into their old Volkswagen Jetta - the car that Elide had saved for during her last year of high school to buy - and pulled out of the parking lot, going slowly around the meandering students and teachers alike.
Since he hadn’t eaten lunch yet and he had been dreading his tuna salad sandwich all day, Lorcan stopped by the local Blackbeak restaurant. He bought pierogies, borscht, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Knowing Elide loved them so, he added on an order of sweet, apple-filled piroshkis and sweet tea.
Luckily, the wait wasn’t long and he tipped them well when they handed him the containers in two plastic bags, including a tray for their tea. Lorcan carried their food back to the car and put it on the passenger seat, carefully fitting the cups of tea in the cup holders.
Lorcan got back in his seat and drove on, more slowly this time so the food would remain untouched. He’d tossed his phone onto the dash and it rang. He glanced over at it and saw Elide calling him. Since he was driving, Lorcan didn’t pick up and he would be home soon enough.
He came to a stop at a red light and looked over at the text she sent him.
princess: r u too busy to answer me cause ur with ur new WHORE.
princess: dont even come home tn im so over ur disrespectful ass. smh. 🙄. cant believe i ever trusted a MAN.
princess: bby im so hungry tell me what to get i cant decide 🥺 pls help me ill b so nice to uuuuuu ❤🖤🥰🥰😘
Lorcan laughed and shook his head, driving on home. He pulled up in front of their townhouse a mere five minutes later. Carefully, Lorcan balanced everything and locked the car. He walked through the front gate and up the stone pathway.
Somehow, he managed to carry everything and unlocked the front door. When he walked in, he heard someone’s long nails tapping across a laptop keyboard. Lorcan chuckled quietly and put his bags down. He hung up his jacket, put his keys in the silver dish next to Elide’s, and toed off his shoes.
Lorcan walked down the hallway and passed the staircase, putting their food on the kitchen counter. Then, he rolled up the sleeves of his wool sweater and white shirt. He walked upstairs, “Lee? You in bed?”
He passed their shared office and leaned against the doorframe, eyes landing on his fiancée. Elide had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her dark hair pushed up in a messy bun. Her thick glasses were perched on the edge of her nose and when she looked up at him, Elide pushed them back up, “Oh, hi, love.” She looked back at her laptop and colour-coordinated lesson plan, still typing. “I didn’t know you were coming home, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Evidently I did because my fiancée refuses to rest,” he said, shoving off the door and walking in. She rolled her eyes and frowned. Lorcan walked around to her side and crouched, twisting her chair around, “Elide. You’re sick. Your students are not going to be affected if you take a day or two off, now please. Can you just get back in bed? For me?”
She clicked her tongue and sighed, “That’s cheating. You can’t say it’s for you when you know I’d do anything for you.”
Lorcan smirked and cupped her face, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone, “Just doing what I can.” He surveyed her, his eyes not missing a thing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her eyes were tired. Her skin was paler and more pallid than usual, the only spot of colour on the tip of her nose. She was restraining herself, but Lorcan could see her shivering. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m… fine.”
He arched a brow. Elide sighed through her nose and looked to the side.
“Fine. I feel like shit. I’m tired and I have a headache and I’m so, so tired,” she whispered, tipping herself forward and leaning into him. “I hated that you left this morning. I wanted to be with you and… and let you take care of me.”
Lorcan smiled softly and got to his feet, picking her up as well. Her head fell against his shoulder and he held her with one arm banded beneath her thighs. He cut off the camera and sent a bland message before signing out and turning it off. As he carried her out, Lorcan asked, “Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything?”
Elide shook her head, “No… I was sleeping.”
“I got food. Blackbeak,” he told her, smiling when she gasped wondrously.
“O-m-giness.” Elide said softly, dancing her shoulders around. “You’re the best, baby. Did you get piroshki? The- the sweet one. With apple.”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, pushing her hair back again. “And pierogies, tea, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Everything, even soup.”
“I love you so fuckin’ much, man,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Elide’s face was comfortably hidden in the crook of his neck. She could smell his cedar cologne, the lavender dryer ball on his sweater, and the sweetgrass he’d smudged with. “We should watch When Harry Met Sally.”
Lorcan huffed a laugh through his nose and kissed the side of her head, “Yeah. Sally’s a spaz.”
“And Harry’s an inconsiderate asshat,” Elide replied, squeezing her thighs around his hips.
They crossed through the door of their bedroom and Lorcan set her down on their bed. He left her be, letting her manoeuvre into her little nest of blankets, quilts, and a duvet.
He changed into sweatshorts and a hoodie with their university’s logo before going downstairs. On his way, he re-did his hair in some tiered, sloppy and loopy bun.
In the kitchen, he played some random song from his phone and bobbed his head as he served them both food.
Lorcan carried their plates and bowls back upstairs. Elide got up to help her when he got to their room. On the TV that opposited their bed showed the main menu of When Harry Met Sally. He laughed quietly and shook his head, sitting down beside her and getting comfortable.
Elide hummed delightedly and pressed play from her phone. She took the tea first and drank it quickly, suddenly ravenous. Lorcan passed her water and medicine. Elide took it and ate her beet soup, sans sour cream.
The movie played and Lorcan ate his pierogies, gently sipping on his own tea.
Done first, Elide put her dish to the side and leaned into him. She mouthed the lines, her eyes slowly falling shut. Lorcan grinned and finished the cabbage roll before easing out from under her and taking their things back downstairs.
He got her more citrus tea and went back upstairs. The flu-ridden woman woke up when he got in bed and resituated herself.
“I got the vaccine, baby,” Elide muttered, her arms wrapped around his neck, “and I’m still sick. I’m anti-vax now. They’re hoaxes.”
Lorcan sighed through his nose, still adoring her dramatics. “You can’t say that to your students, Lee. They believe anything.”
The chemistry teacher smacked his chest, “They arent dumb! They’re just…”
“Stupid,” Lorcan finished her sentence. “C’mon, I had a student who didn’t know Terrasen’s capital. He was born here, Elide.”
She snorted and hid her face in his neck. “I love you.”
“Forever and always, Lee.”
☽ ☼ ☾
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With this Song Pt.1
hey guys !! this wasnt a request but we wanted to get something on the page so here it is, hope you enjoy !! - venus
Satori Tendou x F!Reader (soulmate au)
warnings: none
part 2 here !!
You never truly believed in soulmates. The thought of having one never pleased you anyways. I mean, shouldn’t you be able to choose who you would spend the rest of your life with? It just didn’t sit right with you. Either way, the moment you turned 18 during your 3rd year of high school, your parents told you about how you and your soulmate could hear when and what each other sang, and that would be how they could identify who you were. You didn’t really linger on the thought for too long, more pushing it to the side and leaving it for later. Ontop of graduating in a matter of a few months, final exams, and managing your school’s volleyball club, you didn’t need anything else to worry about.
The next time you were at school your friends asked you a bunch of questions about it, but you brushed it off not wanting to think about the topic. Once you entered your classroom you sat at your desk and put your head down, not getting much sleep the night prior due to your parents constant nagging. “you look horrible” The ash blonde commented as he sat in his desk next to yours. The sound of his voice had you sitting up, an unamused expression on your face. “gee thanks eita…” you mumbled and put your head back down. “I just mean that…you look like you had a rough night. Is everything okay?” he asked in a concerned tone. “yeah its just, this stupid soulmate thing.” You sighed turning in your seat to face him. “I get it, my parents would talk my ear off about it all the time, they’ll leave you alone eventually.” He assured you to which you nodded. A part of you doubted his words considering how involved your parents were with your life. But he had already found his, so it was only a matter of time until you found yours. Before you could think about the matter any further the teacher walked into the classroom as the bell rang and ordered the students to get out materials for the lesson.
The sound of the lunch bell rang through your ears, making you jump a bit since you had been dazing off in class. “You coming? we have lunch practice today.” Semi reminded you as he started packing up his things. “Yeah sure, I’m just gonna get a drink at the vending machine really quick. I’m starving.” You told him. He nodded and walked out of the classroom, you trailing behind and walking in the opposite direction to the vending machine. Once you got there you felt around your bag for your clutch where you kept your money.
To no avail, you had forgotten it at home.
You sighed and closed your bag again. “there goes my somewhat lunch” you mumbled and started walking off. “heyy! y/n-chan~” you heard the familiar voice call out from behind. You turned around you saw the red head skip towards you, money in hand. “Didya forget your money at home? Silly y/n-chan. Your always so forgetful!” he teased, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “was it that obvious?” you laughed and looked away in embarrassment. “aw chin up! Here..” he started, putting money into the machine and pressing two buttons. A chocolate milk and a strawberry milk popping out of it. He handed the pink carton to you with a grin. You looked at him for a second and took the carton from his hand, your fingers lingering for a second before pulling away. “Thanks Satori-kun, I really appreciate it.” You said, giving him a small smile. “Now cmon, we’re gonna be late for practice.” You ushered, pushing the straw inside the carton and sipping on the pink liquid. The red head followed behind, little to your knowledge gazing at you with lovestruck eyes and a smile on his face.
It was now nighttime, and you were helping the boys clean up the gym. Mostly helping Goshiki pick up stray balls and putting them back into the cart. After everyone was done cleaning you informed the boys you would be staying back to fold the uniforms that had just finished drying. “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to the dorms l/n-san? I don’t mind staying behind.” Ushijima offered as he picked up his shoes from the floor. “Its no problem Ushijima-san, I’ll be fine walking by myself don’t worry. Have a good night!” You reassured him. He gave a bow in return and walked with Tendou towards the boys dormitories. You walked to the washing room and quietly started singing a song you’ve recently been obsessed with while folding the jerseys.
“He's singing, She's a, she's a lady…”
“And I am just a line without a hook…”
“Oh baby I am a wreck when I’m without you”
“I need you here to stay...”
“What was that Tendou-san? A hook with what?” Ushijima asked, making Tendou chuckle. “No no no Wakatoshi-kun…it’s the song my soulmates been singing a lot lately, they just started singing it again right now.” He explained to which Ushijima nodded. “So do you like the song they’ve gotten stuck inside your head?” Ushijima asked, making tendou smile and look up at the night sky littered with stars.
“yeah…it reminds me of someone special.”
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For the next few weeks, you kept your soulmate to the back of your mind. Not paying too much mind to it considering you had much more important things to worry about. But when you weren’t singing, your soulmate definitely was. They would sing the strangest songs; you were pretty sure they were all made up but either way they were always in your head 24/7. You even caught yourself humming to some at practice. Okay maybe they were a bit catchy…
“Stray!” you heard someone call out, pulling you from your daze as you quickly moved to the side and let the ball hit the wall next to you. “Sorry about that y/n-senpai!” Goshiki quickly exclaimed in fear that you would be angry. You simply waved at him that it was fine and continued with your manager duties. One of them being updating stats, since it was the start of a new month. You grabbed your notebook and your clipboard and started jotting things down. You soon got to Tendou and started changing his stamina and speed stats, along with his height. Once again you started humming your soulmates song without noticing, which striked coach Saitous attention. “Whats that song you’re singing?” he asked which made you jump from surprise. You mentally scolded yourself again for humming it before answering “Just this song my soulmate got stuck in my head.” You laughed and continued to Shirabus stats. “Your soulmate? Well, if anything I thought that was one of Tendous weird songs he likes to sing on the court.” He added which made you abruptly stop writing.
Tendous song? No, it couldn’t be. It sounded nothing like them, it was absurd to think hes my soulmate…I mean, I’ve never heard him hum one of my songs, and even if he has I’m sure it’s just a coincidence since we hang around each other a lot-’ your thoughts stopped as you heard the coaches voice again “It seems as though you have some thinking to do y/n-san. But whatever it is, please don’t let it affect the team. I wish you luck on finding your soulmate.” He stated before getting up and calling a 10-minute break. You processed his words for a couple more seconds before scrambling to get the water bottles and towels. Passing them out to each player, coach Saitous words still lingered in your mind.
“Heya y/n-chan?! Im talking to you!” Tendou said waving his hands frantically in front of your face to get your attention. “H-huh?? Oh sorry I was just thinking.” You said, to which he just laughed and shook his head. “Anyways, I was just wondering if you’ve found your soulmate yet?” He said which had your eyes widening at the unexpected question. “Oh uh..haha yeah well uhh..its not really my main concern at the moment, considering we’re graduating soon and all that-” “but y/n aren’t you eager to know who it is?” He said cutting you off, bringing his face closer to yours. “I-I mean it would be great but its not really my main priority…” you said quietly while looking down at your shoes. “Hm...well I don’t know mine either, and I haven’t even the faintest clue! I just know they love singing this song about a line without a hook. It’s a pretty catchy tune though, Wakatoshi-kun also likes it….” He continued, but you didn’t hear much after that.
It was him. He was your soulmate. There was no denying it. The songs you were singing, were his. The songs he was singing, were yours. It was all coming together. Your close friend of three years, Satori Tendou, was your soulmate. The person you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with. The person you would get married to and have kids with. Oh my gosh, kids with Tendou?!? I bet they would all have red hair…heh…cute…“Anyways, we’ll talk more after practice y/n-chan!” he said which made you meet his gaze. He handed you the towel and water bottle, throwing in a wink on his way back to the court. A feint blush coated your cheeks at the gesture. After sitting back down on the bench thoughts came flooding to your mind so quickly, the main one being…
How you were going to tell him.
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I Don’t Hate You - Part 5 (Jason Todd x Reader)
will i ever find true love? with standards like this? will i ever find someone who’ll quench my thirst like jaybaby does?
nah.
(If you haven’t already noticed, since the reader is inspired by Jade West, ALL the songs in her singing scenes come from the covers by the iconic Liz Gillies! This one’s scene is inspired by Liz’s live story right here)
WORD: 6908
WARNINGS: EVEN MORE FLUFF BWAHAHAHAHA
Masterlist
I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST
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Jason: ‘don’t do it.’
Jerry the science teacher was starting to catch on to him with Jason’s eyes darting to his crotch for no reason and his hand under the desk, but Jason managed to fool him by pulling out his notebook right where his phone was and pretended to take notes with his free hand. It was getting harder to hide it though, especially when he’d crack into a wide grin in the middle of a boring discussion all of a sudden. He looked like an idiot.
Y/N: ‘I’ll fucking do it.’
Jason: ‘she’ss a teaacher.’
Y/N: ‘that hasn’t stopped me before.’
Jason was writing scribbles onto his notebook at that point, lingering his eyes on the teacher for as long as he could while his other hand blindly texted barely readable typos. How were you able to text so well?
You sent another text before he could respond. ‘I’m totally doing it.’
Jason: ‘I’m sure she wasd looookin behind yuu’
Y/N: ‘no. she was definitely looking at me. Who else would she look at when she’s talking about baby murderers.’
Jason: ‘oh.’
Jason really wanted to laugh now. He double texted.
Jason: ‘I get it now.’
Y/N: ‘im not a fucking serial killer.’
Three dots floating in a bubble followed after.
Y/N: ‘yet.’
Jason kept his eyes on the board. Thankfully, this was chemistry. Bruce taught him more about that subject than Jerry ever will. He didn’t need to listen.
Y/N: ‘it’s just her divorce.’
Jason: ‘you have got to stop asking facultyyyt memberd how their divorce is going.’
Y/N: ‘why not’
Jerry definitely caught him by now. His glances at him included unbothered shakings of his head and flattened lips. But he didn’t say anything and went on with the discussion. He probably didn’t bother. Jason would end up with the highest test score no matter what he was doing in his desk. And the man had large bags under his eyes that screamed ‘I really don’t give a fuck about any of you’ to his students.
Jason: ‘you’re worse than a serial killer.’
You: ‘Im no Amelia Dyer.’
Jason: ‘remind me to look her up.’
You: ‘she killed 400 babies and had a infant farm for 20 years before she got caught.’
Jason: ‘sounds like something you’d do’
Y/N: ‘I don’t kill babies. I just scare them.’
Jason: ‘that’s the first step right there.’
You sent a middle finger and it made him silently cackle. Somehow, your sense of humor through came off a lot less dark, maybe because you didn’t sound like you were serious, when in actuality, you probably were. It didn’t matter though. He was smiling like a crazy person in the middle of a discussion about balancing equations.
Jason placed his phone back into his pocket and waited for the bell to ring so he could go meet you at the library for the fifth week since you started. You were halfway through your sentence. He never thought he’d get there. Somehow, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the end of it as he thought he would.
Just yesterday, he told himself it was wrong to enjoy watching you scream at the stoners hiding behind the encyclopedia sections knowing no one would go in there at all. You were, quite literally, kicking them out of the library while Ms. Peterson backed you up like a shrieking duo. One of them cried while you charged at him, looking like you were about to tear his hair out and you threatening to stick his blunt up his earhole.
It went from something so obnoxious to something so amusing to watch. Perhaps the wrong was in him.
Jason listened to the teacher for the last ten minutes of the class, then the bell rung and everyone started for the exit. He picked up his bag, then took out his phone to tell you he was on his way.
“Texting in class now, Todd?”
He wanted to throw his bag, or anything he had on his hands really, to that source of that voice. Brandon. Fucking Brandon. With his still throbbing new nose and football varsity jacket over his shoulders that made him look even more loathsome than he already does. He came up to Jason and stood him off.
“Every single day for the past week, you text in class.” Brandon brought his leg up to rest on a chair beside Jason. “What? You think you’re so much smarter than everyone now?”
“I’m smarter than you, that’s for sure. But that’s not really much to brag about.”
“I can tell on you, you know. How’d your GPA like that?”
“Didn’t know you were a dirty snitch, Brandon.”
“Who you texting?” he raised his arms up to intimidate him. “That psycho bitch you hang out with all the time?”
Bruce told him to keep his rage in check even more so in class than he barely does in patrols, but at that moment, in a dizzying blur, Jason skillfully pushed Brandon against the wall and pulled his fist behind him without much care for the onlooking crowd.
“Want a new nose again, jackass?”
“Fuck you-“
“ALRIGHT, ENOUGH. STEP AWAY FROM HIS NOSE.”
Jerry. Poor Jerry. The tired teacher grabbed onto Jason’s shoulder and pulled him away from the linebacker. Jason backed down, lowering his arm, then kept his glare on him while he puffed up his jacket.
“Both of you. Get out of here. Todd, you don’t want me to send you to the VP’s office again before I call your father. Everyone walk away. Yes, everyone. Walk on. Get on with your business.”
He kept his head craned down while Jerry screamed at anyone sparing him a look. Jason shoved his bag over his back and stormed out of the room. Slamming the door, he walked to the library and found an empty table waiting for him with a cart full of books at the side. Ms. Peterson had her hand on her hip, snarling at him when he took the seat. “Get to these by today, boy.”
He ignored her and sat down, leaning forward to take yet another nap with his arms folded under his head.
All it takes is one triggering moment. One thug to taunt him. One word from the Joker. One lecture from Bruce. One threat to his humanity. And now his head’s all boiled up and all he wanted to do was block out the rest of the world and take a nap. And even then, he knew he wouldn’t wake up feeling any better.
“Jason,” Bruce told him a five weeks ago, the first day of his library sentence. “Anything going on in school you should tell me about?”
“Nothing. What makes you think that?”
“You caused trouble,” he said. “You picked a fight.”
“I’m fine. I’m not letting it affect my grades.”
“This isn’t about your grades. You can't let your business from the field affect you and hurt innocent people.”
“I’m not-“
“The next time the principal calls me with you starting another fight-“
“You’ll what? Take away my phone privileges?”
“I’m taking away your suit.”
He stormed out of that room before he could say anything more. Bruce never brought it up again, but Jason knew he was going to keep his word no matter what.
Jason didn’t even notice when you took the seat across of him with that prolonged, annoyed grunt that most often came with an eye roll. You placed your bag to your side and poked at his arm.
“Ey. You gotta help me with this.”
He didn’t look up when you pulled out your notes and your textbook. “WAKE UP.”
You repeatedly patted his shoulder until he let out a large enough grunt to make him crane his head up, eye squinting at you and his black hair covering his eyes. He really needed a haircut.
“What do you want now?”
“You weren’t this grumpy this morning.” You smirked. “I have to make a lit paper.”
“Why can't you do it yourself?”
“’Cuz you're the expert here. And I need that A.”
He buried his face back into his arms. “I’m not in the mood, Y/N.”
“Come on,” you said. Your voice prolonged the last syllable and you started to sound more annoying. “Don’t be a baby.”
“Just do it and ask me questions or some shit.”
“But I need your help-“
“And by the end of this, we’re at each other’s throats. I really don’t have the time for that now.”
You backed up, scoffing. “’Cuz you have something so much better to do?”
“Yeah,” he snarled. “Like taking a nap.”
He didn’t even glance at you taken aback and ignored you cursing under your breath. “Fine. Eat a dick, asshole.”
You took your stuff and drowned them into your bag, shuffling out of the table. A girl came up to you with a voice lower than a whistle. “Uhm, excuse me-“
“NO!” you screeched, then headed for the next table before she could ask anything more. The poor girl was trembling on her knees by the time you found an empty seat and pour out everything in your bag. His head was a mess, and the silence was the first step to actually making him clear his grime-covered mind. Jason kept shutting his eyes closed and focused on the blunt colors that appeared before his eyes in the shape of spirals.
For half an hour, he kept at his nap, falling asleep for a good ten minutes before he awoke to the sound of your screaming at a guy too stupid to ask you if the seat next to you was free while you were fumbling with your assignment. Jason groaned into his arm, feeling his head swell and ache and already knowing Bruce was waiting for him at home with yet another long, agonizing lecture on picking fights he never wanted in the first place. His eyes started to hurt from the force he used to shut them close, and everything in his mind was as hot as fire.
Leaning back against the chair, he knew this was going to bite him in the ass, sooner or later.
And one of the very very very few reasons he got to smile or even laugh all day was now violently taking notes while reading a book with the most fed up, furious expression on her face. He pulled out his bag, taking a water bottle and finishing its contents down his throat before he shot up and pushed his chair back.
Jason stood in front of your desk, his hand on the back of the chair across of you and waited for you to take notice of him. Your glare was terrifying. And it actually made him want to step back for once. But he stood his ground and sighed. “Can I help?”
“Get out of here.”
“I can help you.”
“I don’t need an asswipe telling me off.”
He took the chair despite you and you stared at your notebook, still with your eyebrows arched way up.
“Sorry.”
You ignored him and kept with your notes. He peered over, his elbows on the table, and you practically hissed at him when he got too close. Raising his hands up to surrender, he snarled at him before you continued your work.
“How many of reports have you done so far?”
You didn’t look like you were going to respond, and you kept writing like he wasn’t there in front of you at all. Jason couldn’t help but smile seeing you so angry and focused, knowing you were trying your best to block him out and failing miserably when he could see your eyebrow twitch and your eyes darting at him every few seconds.
Squirming his hand to you, his finger tugged on your gray sweater and scratched you like you had an itch. You pursed your lips and pulled your fist out so you looked like you were about to punch him, but he playfully held your hand and backed off. That was when he was fully smiling by now. He could block out all other thoughts easily when it was so fun to bug you.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and you finally looked up to his eyes. “Come on. Let me help.”
You licked the outside of your teeth and let out a long sigh that came with your usual grunt. Knowing you’d hate and love it at the same time, he ruffled your hair and you charged at him, almost stabbing him with your pen.
You finally managed to smile, then you gave in and handed him your notebook.
“The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe,” you said. “What do you think?”
He leaned over the table, glancing at you, then taking the time to read your notes on what you understood from the passage. “This is good.”
“I’ve read the whole book like ten times by now.”
That made his chest feel just a bit warmer. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you took out the collection book he gave you. “Ms. Peterson has no idea. I’m supposed to have four weeks-worth of penalties because of this.”
Knowing he gave you something, and you happened to like it so much that you wanted it to be your report for literature class, and with you writing a decent paper about it, with you reading it over and over, it instantly became one of the things he won't easily forget.
He never grinned so much in a while, probably since a week ago in the gym. Jason watched you take back your notebook, continuing to write as he gazed too long at your parted lips. Feeling his flesh burn, he looked away.
“I won't bite you if you change anything, you know.” you said, your eyes keeping on your notes. “Go nuts.”
You tore off the page and handed it over to Jason, then you gave him a pen. Smiling at you, he took it, then started to circling words he thought you should change and other ideas he had of his own. A moment of silence, you didn’t scream anything at him when you he gave you the corrections. You graciously nodded, then started rewriting them onto a separate page. Your hair was falling to your cheeks, and it touched your skin so delicately and soft. Pretty.
So pretty.
He was gawking. He was so gawking. You’ll never let him hear the end of it. He shook his head and pretended he wasn’t just resting his chin on his hand like a teenage girl.
The thought of you reading Poe’s works still hadn’t left his mind. It wasn’t even a complete collection. There were so many more stories out there, most just on the internet. Maybe tonight, he could send some to you and you might enjoy them, too.
Or, maybe not. Patrol. Bruce has been telling him not to text so much while he was out supposedly beating criminals. But he couldn’t help it.
There was just something about making you happy, or even just smile or let out a bit of a laugh that made him feel a whip of a breezy rush. You were often sad when you were alone, and whatever you felt at school, it was so much worse at home. Everyday, you told him bits more of how it was like with your parents.
He saw so much of himself in you. You were eerily similar. Too similar. The hidden rage, the angst kept within. Maybe that was why he liked making you laugh so much.
“So what story did you like most?”
You grinned. “I’m not entirely sure. The Black Cat’s definitely up there. I don’t know. I really like all of them.”
“I’ve read that. The Black Cat,” he said, leaning back. “What makes you like it so much?”
“I like the idea of a cat being the whole reason his life goes downhill, kills his wife, and eventually gets caught. Like his whole life was being dictated by his pet.”
“That’s dark.”
“I know,” you smirked. “That’s why I like it so much.”
He had his arms crossed over on the table to cover his chest. “You becoming a serial killer seems more possible now.”
“Fuck you,” you said, sticking your tongue out.
It was almost 4:30. He didn’t even notice the clock. You and Jason had the most civil conversation, not an insult or a mean comment on anything other than a playful back and forth. You closed your notes, then your book, then you stretched out your arms.
“Ms. Peterson’s gonna be pissed. We haven’t done any work today at all.”
“Just put the cart behind that shelf over there. We’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
He laughed, and you went with him as he stood up and did exactly so. “I can take you home today. But we have to leave now. Bruce wants me to go with him on this… thing.”
“Nah.” You pulled on your sweater as you headed out the door. “I’ll stay behind. Dad’s usually awake at this time. He won't be asleep until like, an hour from now.”
Jason respectfully understood, and you watched him as he walked out through the halls, turning at the corner.
He pulled out his phone. There was a text from Bruce.
‘You coming tonight?’
He didn’t bother to respond when he was already on his way home. Yesterday, Penguin and Two Face both had their own bank robberies at opposite ends of town. He repeatedly told Bruce he could handle Cobblepot on his own, but he refused and demanded he go with him while they take them out one by one.
Jason was reluctant of course, and it wasn’t like he had a choice. But he did a great job at finishing off Two Face’s crew that it didn’t take long for them to go all the way to the other bank and catch Penguin before they even got to half the bank’s vaults. Bruce told him he had the option to go with him to patrol tonight or not, but if he were, he had to come home early and not laze around in school like he often did.
Tonight, he chose to go to patrol. He thought he needed an outlet and imagine Brandon’s face on the heads of drug dealers. The thought alone made him grin.
Jason walked out the exit and reached for his keys.
Except he totally forgot he wasn’t even wearing his bag until he’d walked to his motorcycle. Groaning as he walked back into the school’s entrance, he sprinted for the library, catching the door open just as Ms. Peterson was about to walk out with a deathly glare on her face at him. Jason ran for his bag, took it, then gave Ms. P a fun little hug before walking back out.
He took out his phone, expecting a text from you, but there was nothing. So he asked you where you were before heading back out.
Out into the now empty halls, Jason walked pass the lockers, the dark classrooms, the one bright light at the center, he kept his hands in his pockets and sighed.
Piano keys.
Piano keys?
Playing. Simple chords played out but had a familiar tune he couldn’t get out from the back of his mind.
And singing.
A voice he’s only heard so often, yet he could pick out from a million others.
The music room was one he didn’t go in too often, but the sound came from there. The door wasn’t closed, and slowly, he peered it open.
A beam so little from the window, yet he could see how your back was so straight up, how your lean fingers rested gracefully onto the keys, playing the chords in perfectly strewn out notes that he could just tell you’ve been at this for quite some time. From an angle slightly to the left, you couldn’t see him, but he could see a bit of your face, the side of it, how your eyelids looked closed looking down at your own fingers.
Then you sang.
I've seen the world, done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
You…
You…
Yeah.
You were beautiful.
So beautiful…
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer young and beautiful?
You just… kept going.
And there was nothing, not ever, in the entire length of his existence, of his years at the streets, of his few years as Robin, of his time at either a ratty apartment or a manor, of all the people he’s met, of any song that he’s heard.
Nothing. Nothing compared to your voice. Nothing compared to you.
Hot summer days, rock and roll
The way you play for me at your show
And all the ways, I got to know
Your pretty face and electric soul
Breathy, low, and everything he’s kept to remember. His chest never felt so light, yet his heart was beating out of his ribcage. His bag was almost dropped down his shoulder, his mouth was parted, his face deeply flushed. Even when you played the wrong note, cursed, then went on just as perfectly as you ever could, he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.
His eyes were so relaxed on you, and nothing, not even his trembling shoulders could make him look away.
You reached the higher notes with a perfect falsetto, then your voice echoed out even with the room as small as a stuffy classroom. His eyebrows were up to his forehead and he didn’t know if he was still breathing, when he was standing so still, frozen like a block of ice.
You had so much deepness and soul, and you were often whispering the words, but then your voice would go up in a perfect blend.
Perfect. That was all he could think of. Perfect.
His bag was on the floor now, the only thing keeping it up was a single finger.
Lana Del Ray. You sung it better than her. In his most humble, honest, totally not biased opinion. Shit, he even felt like he wanted to cry. His chest was heaving and his face never burned up so much, at almost the end of the song, he finally had it in him to move from his place and throw himself back against a wall.
Breathe. Fucking breathe.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?
That last note, you breathed it out so nicely, it went straight into his soul, biting his lip, then closing his eyes.
He smiled like the biggest fucking idiot for the nth time that very day.
Jason looked like a fourteen year old girl cooing over a boyband. He laid his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling, hearing you sing vocal runs and pressing randomly at the piano. And he couldn’t stop showing his teeth, his face was hurting like a bitch, but fuck.
FUCK.
He’s never felt anything like this. Like his head was lighter than the air around him, lighter than the softness of your falsetto. He was still catching his breath and grinning above him, then at the ground, then back at the wall. It wasn’t on what he stared at. Your voice ringing in his ears, like angels were flying around playing their little harps over his head, like the sun was shining so brightly against him that he couldn’t see even a smidge of darkness anywhere in the world. How your face scrunched up, how your eyebrows raised, how you’d close your eyes and feel the song as it flew out your lips.
He rubbed on his chin and mouth to ease his aching muscles. Jason kept with his breathing, the fluttering in his chest. Everything. Everything.
Jason needed to wash his face with ice cold water at this point, gathering enough courage, he looked back into the room.
You were staring back at him.
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You didn’t look mad.
Though you definitely, most probably should.
You didn’t even notice he was there until the end of the song when he hit the wall with his back. Idiot must’ve thought you wouldn’t hear him.
But you weren’t mad. Not at all. Not from the way he was looking at you. Not when he was staring at you in a way no one ever had in your whole life. Not when you could see how his lips were parted and how his chest was visibly rising and how cute his face was all embarrassed and shit.
You could only smile.
Standing from the piano and grabbing your bag, you walked over to him. Jason gulped down and backed up against the wall with you standing right in front of him.
And after five weeks of knowing him,
Jason Todd finally looked like he was scared shitless of you.
But you didn’t want him to be scared of you. Not anymore. It just doesn’t seem like something you wanted anymore.
“You heard all that, huh?”
Jason was an absolute mess. He cleared his throat three times and hesitantly nodded, keeping his head to the ground.
“I-I’m uh,” he mumbled. “Sorry.”
You shook your head. “Don’t be.”
He didn’t look like he had another answer. Jason scratched the back of his head. “Uhm-“
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
You walked first, but looked back to see if he followed. Jason rushed to your side, making sure his blush wasn’t so evident even though it clearly was. You were better at hiding your own embarrassment, so you nudged his shoulder.
Jason laughed out loud and looked at you the same way he looked at the stars. You looked back at him the same way.
“You gonna take me home?”
He managed to form a sentence. “I thought you wanted to stay longer.”
You shrugged. “I guess I can take it.”
When you stepped out the gate, Jason walked you over to his bike and handed you his second helmet. Playfully, you hit the side of his and chuckled when you sat behind him, clutching onto his waist. You felt him tense, but he eventually relaxed and you leaned in to him.
You leaned your head on his back this time. You never did that before. Your clutch was tighter, your eyes closed. If it were anyone, it could pass for simply wanting to be more secure. But that day you just wanted to hold someone you actually didn’t mind being with before you’d get home and all this would end in an abrupt stop.
After a long while, you still couldn’t smell smoke emissions from cars or even hear the horns or bells or shouts from all the city folk near your apartment. Looking up then around you with the sun still shining brightly even at this time of day, you were in the countryside. Away from the city.
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?”
“YOU’LL SEE.”
You could smell cow dung, and the earthy scent of grass you should be more used to than you actually are. The road ahead of you was wide and long, and the air was so much lighter than it was at home. You closed your eyes, this time feeling the wind against your skin.
Jason was smiling through his helmet. Further down the road, you held onto him. “I THOUGHT YOU HAD SOMEWHERE TO GO TONIGHT.”
“I TEXTED BRUCE. I’M NOT GOING WITH HIM. JUST HOLD ON.”
You smiled and looked on when he made a turn into a forest with tall trees getting taller as you rode further down. There were no people around you. Not even houses. You leaned into his shoulder and rested your chin on top.
Jason started to slow down when you reached deeper into the trees, finally stopping his bike by the curb. The air was cold, and you wrapped your sweater tighter around your body after you’ve removed your helmet. “Where are we?”
“Come on.”
Jason walked towards the trees, where there was a little cement pathway now covered in weeds and grass growing out of its cracks. You had trouble making your way through, especially when your boots had a bit of a heel in them, then you walked to Jason’s side as it became clearer what you were there for.
An old, abandoned house. Something out of the dozens of horror movies you’ve saved in your laptop.
“Dude…”
“You like?”
It was small, but its picket fence and flaking white wooden walls just screamed fifties to you, with a triangular roof, two windows on the second level, a half-circle glass wall on the right side of the first floor, and a door so rickety and old, colored in an earthly brown that had mixed in with the debris and rot. Vines were all over its porch, and there was even a rocking chair sitting right outside by the entryway, also covered in vines. Outside of the house was an old pickup truck that had rusted beyond use, sinking into the ground like it was pulled by the earth.
“How’d you know I always wanted to go urban exploring?”
“I just figured.” Jason smiled. “Come on. We can go inside.”
“Are you sure?” you eagerly started for the door. “It won't break?”
“I’ve been here once. The stairs are broken so we can't go to the second floor. Just be careful.”
Pulling the unlocked door open, and Jason right behind you, you flashed him a smile before stepping inside.
It was seriously from the horror movies you’ve watched over and over. The first thing that greeted you was a nice little foyer, with a table in the middle and a vase that used to house flowers for sure. Then behind it was the broken staircase Jason mentioned. It was made entirely out of wood, and it had fallen in so bad that it was basically a wall by now. So much of the wood was on the ground, and there were lots of papers, books, clothes, and several others cluttering all around the floor. You had to walk all over them.
There were two entry ways at the sides of the foyer. One leading to the living room, and one to the dining room and kitchen. Everything further down had been blocked out by wooden planks and even more clutter. The living room was beautiful with the glass walls that formed a half circle and a petite grand piano standing in the middle. Its cover was up, and its keys had completely gone. There was still a bit of light coming in to the windows, which shone on the room so nicely, it was perfect.
The couches were completely ruined, and you wouldn’t dare sit on it. At the center of the room, though, which caught your eye the most, was a beautiful, broken chandelier that had fallen to the ground, which was why there was so much broken glass around the floor.
At the other side, the dining room was a bit more modest. A table seating six was still intact, but the chairs were either toppled over to the ground or broken in half. Even more clutter was on the table. Nearby was the kitchen, with an island in the middle, an old-fashioned fridge you probably wouldn’t want to go near to, and other kitchen supplies scattered around.
You both took out your phones and took pictures of the place. It was too good to witness.
“Jason…”
“I know,” he raised his arms up, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Amazing.”
You covered your mouth, then walked on over to the piano. You ran your hands over it, ignoring the mountains of dust that formed over your fingers. “I dare you to play it.”
“There’s barely any keys left.”
You watched him laugh, then you both walked around the chandelier. “Getting a bit of the Phantom of the Opera vibes in here.”
“Don’t touch it.”
“I wasn’t going to.” You eyed it carefully, then you looked up at the empty ceiling. It looked almost like it was going to fall in. Hopefully it wouldn’t.
“The family that used to live here, they left around fifty years ago. A mom, dad, and two twin girls. They both had tuberculosis and died in this very house. The parents just left it after they died. Never took anything along with them.”
“That’s terrifying. You think they’ve got a listing on this place?”
Jason chuckled. “The twins used to be theater stars. That’s why they’ve got a piano. To practice. And they built the whole place around it so the sounds would echo nicely.”
You finally got it. Shaking your head with a knowing smile, you turned to Jason. He had his hands stuck to his hoodie pockets, his head craned down, his hair falling to his eyes, and his smile all over the bottom half of his face.
“Is that why you took me here?”
“You have…” he gulped, never looking away from your eyes. “The most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard in my life…”
You had to look away. For your own sake. You were turning red so much, it was embarrassing. “Stop.”
“I’m serious. You never told me you sang.”
“It’s not exactly something I hid. I’ve sung in school a couple of times. Like in middle school graduation.”
“So I’m basically the only one in school who hasn’t heard you sing?” He placed his hand on his chest. Then pretended to scoff.
“Why don’t you sing. Right here.”
“Todd. No.”
“Come on. We have the place for it.”
You looked up at the ceiling, which was high for a house so small. It probably went all the way up to the roof. “No way.”
Jason kept nudging you, but you wouldn’t give in. You couldn’t help your smile though. You and Jason walked over to the kitchen and just looked at all the things the family left behind. Even the toaster was untouched, and you’ve never seen an oven so old fashioned before, it still had that pastel green color on the parts that hadn’t been taken over by rust.
It was starting to get dark. But you never wanted to leave. “Thank you.”
You said it without looking directly at him, but he got it. Going back outside before everything would completely dim out, Jason walked over to the pickup truck and jumped on its back.
You didn’t have the agility to just jump on top of it without possibly pulling a muscle, so you just watched Jason sit on the edge of it and swung his legs in the air. Standing beside him and leaning your back against the truck, you both watched the house as the sun started to set behind it. You could see the beams scatter just at the center of the roof where it angled down. The sky had grown from a brightly lit yellow to a dark orange.
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You and Jason were a recipe for trouble.
Was it because you were too similar? Harbored the same anger? The same hatred for a number of people you didn’t even know? Was it because you both stirred trouble when it wasn’t asked for?
It was a recipe for trouble because, according to the young adult romance novels and movies, Jason was supposed to be with a nice, sweet, innocent girl who’d bring out the good in him and was kind to everyone, have just enough of that spice in her that would draw attention but still be a sweetheart, and she’d be made of happiness and rainbows and would be what brightens up Jason’s darkness.
You were not that girl. You were the opposite. You had that same darkness as he did. You had so much anger, and instilled so much fear onto anyone you didn’t like. Maybe you were even darker. And if it were up to those same novels and movies, you were supposed to end up with basically the same type of person, someone who was bright and yellow and happy. Not Jay.
But with you both being so similar, so full of angst and dread and hate, in a world were opposites were supposed to belong together,
why does he bring so much light and hope?
How does someone just as unhappy as you are come along and make you laugh like the world was about to end?
How does someone just as full of pent up rage as you are come along, and make it all go away for a sweet, short moment?
How was it all possible? How could two people, two very similar people, fit into a puzzle that called for them to fill it what you didn’t have?
How could someone supposed to fuel the fire already inside you end up being the sun?
Jason never thought of that either. In fact, he thought he might end up with someone in his line of work. Another vigilante. Not a mean girl from school who terrorizes students with a pair of fucking scissors.
But, somehow, it all just made everything he was turn into what he was supposed to be. You could say the same.
With you in your little room and Jason in his significantly larger one in the manor, you both sank to the ground, backs against the wall, and you pulled out your phones.
You had left a message first.
Y/N: ‘Urban exploring should be more of a thing.’
Jason smiled.
Jason: ‘Nah. People would crowd those places and vandalize them.’
Y/N: ‘True. I’d want them all to myself anyway.’
Jason: ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it.’
You felt your heart jump. God, this had to stop.
Y/N: ‘I did. Thank you.’
Jason: ‘Should I get used to you being nice to me now?’
Y/N: ‘Probably not.’
He laughed and shuffled his knees.
Y/N: ‘Send me the pictures you took.’
Scrolling through his albums, he selected everything he took that day and sent it all to you. Leaning on his back, looking up at the ceiling as he waiting, Jason imagined the look on your face when you first saw the house. Your eyes never shone so brightly.
You looked through the pictures and found several, about eight of them, centered on nothing else but you smiling at the ceiling, at the piano, at the chandelier, at the tables.
Y/N: ‘Dude. Why this angle of me?’
Confused, Jason looked through the pictures.
And he cursed out loud, over and over, burying his head in his hands when he saw he’d accidentally sent eight pictures he’d secretly taken of you. Fuck it all. This is how he dies. This is the death of Jason Todd.
You were smiling out of your face, and instead of saying anything mean or the thousands of jokes that instantly came up to the front of your mind, you did the same and sent him pictures you took.
And Jason’s heart rose up from where it sank to the floor when he saw you’d taken just as many pictures of him, doing the same things as you did and some with him holding his phone up. One was just his face.
He was a fucking grinning mess by then.
Jason: ‘Don’t I look good.’
Yeah, you cooed. You certainly do. But you didn’t say that to him. You just went along with him and he changed the subject.
Jason: ‘Huge favor.’
Y/N: ‘Shoot.’
Jason: ‘Send me a voice message of you singing.’
Y/N: ‘Absolutely not.’
Jason: ‘Please.’
Y/N: ‘No.’
Jason: ‘I’ll do your library work for three days.’
Y/N: ‘not even if you beg, Todd.’
Jason: ‘I keep my promises, just so you know.’
Y/N: ‘Still no.’
Jason: ‘Sing in the library tomorrow then.’
Y/N: ‘Ms. P will throw me out the fucking window.’
Jason: ‘Yeah, she probably will.’
Y/N: ‘Do my shelving work for three weeks. Then I’ll send you a five second audio message of me humming.’
Jason: ‘Make it a minute of a song of MY choice. Then I’ll do it for a week.’
Y/N: ‘not a chance.’
Jason: ‘what do I have to do then.’
Nothing. You gripped your phone to your chest. I’d sing for you if it makes you smile any day.
Y/N: ’Two weeks. I get to ride on the cart while you shelf my books.’
Jason: ‘Deal.’
You threw your head back, then you made a two second audio message of you screaming “NICE TRY, TODD.”
Jason: ‘Mother fucker.’
Y/N: ‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.’
4 am. You slept at 4 am that night. And only because your eyes couldn’t take it and Jason was drooling on his bed after doing exercises to stay up and talk to you.
He had it bad.
Really bad.
And, not surprisingly, so did you.
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baking
a/n: this fic is for the sweetest person @broken-hearted-barnes !!! you deserve the world and more and you’re so amazing and ilysm !!! i hope you enjoy it :~) <3 also im trying out a new format (???) for my fics, let me know what you guys think !
in which you and bucky bake together
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Baking. Your escape from the world, your muse, and best of all, delicious food. You baked all the time at the tower when you had a chance. Everyone would beg you on the way back from a mission to make some cookies, a pie, a cake or anything at all, they adored your baking. You tried teaching them so they could learn themselves but it was way too much of a shitshow. Tony tried to eat the batter, Steve got confused half way through, Nat didn’t even try, Clint shook his head as soon as you extended an apron his way, Thor tried the most, but it just wasn’t for him. Sam looked at you, laughed, and turned back around. Bucky blushed deeply, eyes going wide before looking down. And Bruce kept getting distracted by Tony messing with his batter. You even tried teaching Peter, who nailed it but was terrified as soon as he presented his pastries to the team, almost getting ran over as they all scrambled to get some. Safe to say he wouldn’t bake in the tower anytime soon.
So for the time being it was just you baking. You were okay with that, you didn’t have to share your supplies or your kitchen, you could just blast your music and enjoy the sweet, sweet smells of the food you made. Then you realized that someone had been using your ingredients, your utensils were slightly misplaced to the right and the over smelled slightly like raspberries. Strange. You shrugged it off and continued about your day, training and following your own routine. Then you heard the mention of the red fruit you smelled before and your ears perked up.
“those raspberry scones you made were amazing barnes! You’ve been holding back on us” sam spoke loudly, you rounded the corner and you could see a very red bucky, rolling his eyes at his friend. “wait until y/n finds out you can bake, she’s gonna freak out” Bucky’s blush deepened and Steve nudged his shoulder.
“you know if you asked her out she’d say yes” he looked at him pointedly, and Buckys smile faltered a bit. He shook his head slightly, his long hair falling into his face. “i don’t think I’m her type, she likes all those celebrities with curly hair” he spoke, looking at the other two men in the room. As Steve was gonna speak your you entered the room, ready to give an earful to bucky.
Then he looked at you and any anger you had melted away, you were left with fondness and the want to kiss him all over. “uh hi” you spoke, a bashful smile on your face as he gave you a grin. “hi” he replied, a giant smile on his face as his eyes darted between you and the floor. “Do you guys know who baked earlier? It smelled really good in the kitchen, like raspberries.” You looked ag Bucky, he knew that he was caught.
With a laugh Steve and Sam both yelled out “it was Bucky!” Before darting out of the room, leaving the two of you together. Your eyes landed on the super soldier in question, chills running down your body as your eyes locked. You felt goosebumps rise on your arms, you rarely ever got cold, the tower was always the perfect temperature, what the hell was going on. From down the hall Sam and Steve told FRIDAY to lower the temperature in the room the two of you were in, they knew bucky would give you his sweater in an instant.
“So you like to bake huh” you smiled, sitting close to bucky, unintentionally scooting closed so you could feel his body heat. Bucky looked at you and noticed how cold you were, instantly taking off his bomber jacket and sliding it over your shoulders. “sorry i hate the cold” you smiled sheepishly as you held the jacket closer to your body. “Don’t worry about it doll, looks better on you anyway.” He smiled, eyes going wide as he realized what he had just said. You blushed deeply, suddenly growing very warm at his words.
“you can’t avoid my question barnes, you like to bake?” You held eye contact with him and he smiled, looking down at the ground before nodding and looking back up at you. “I didn’t want to take that from you, I always thought baking was your thing so why intrude on it” he shrugged his shoulder, looking at his finger while you studied his side profile.
“i really want to stab you right now buck” you sighed, laughing as his eyes went wide for a second, “it could’ve been our thing this whole time! I love having someone else baking with me, hence why i gave everyone baking lessons.” He smiled at you and moved ever so slightly so that both of you were pressed up against each other.
“you’d really want me in there with you?” He turned to look at you, butterflies in your stomach as the two of you grew closer. You nodded, not trusting your voice. The two of you glanced at the others lips, too scared to make a move first. You both stayed like that for a while, just trying to memorize every small feature on the others face. Then you pushed forward, your lips landing on his softly, kissing him gently. He smiled into the kiss, immediately reciprocating your movements as giggles left your mouth.
Days passed and you and bucky were almost always in the kitchen when you weren’t busy. The team was more than happy, getting many pastries in return for dealing with how sickeningly cute you and bucky acted all the time. You had realized yesterday after baking a cake for the team that you were low on supplies, so you made a mental note to go tomorrow to buy some more so you didn’t run out.
When you woke up early the next morning you got dressed, not bothering to tell anyone you were heading out. You calmly went through the aisles of the grocery store, leaning on your shopping cart and walking slowly to try and spot the brand of flour you use. You hummed along to the song softly playing over the speakers, putting the bag of flour in your cart before heading to get the sugar.
Bucky woke up nervous. He barely slept last night because of a nightmare he had of you. He knew it wasn’t real but he had to make sure you were okay. You never woke up early so he immediately went to your room and softly opened the door, expecting you to be sleeping soundly under your too many blankets. Bucky’s heart dropped when he saw how messy your sheets were. Signs of a struggle.
Yeah there was a struggle; a struggle to get out of bed so you could keep to your schedule.
Bucky ran back to his room, grabbing his phone and calling you, texting you and even leaving a fucking voicemail. You didn’t answer.
As you cruises down the shopping aisles, getting some peach lifesavers to make bucky try, you wondered if you should stop by the coffee shop you loved and get something really quickly. You smiled to yourself and headed to checkout, forgetting you never took your phone off Do Not Disturb.
Bucky ran all over the tower looking for you, asking FRIDAY and every living being if they had seen you. Everyone was both shocked and amused that Barnes was losing his mind over you not being in your room, they assumed you went for a walk but Bucky didn’t want to believe them, he was too paranoid.
You decided against getting the drink, heading straight home instead, your heart fluttering at the thought of bucky missing you. You smiled to yourself and tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the your music.
Bucky slipped on his boots and fixed the knife near his ankle, he was gonna find you no matter what. It wouldn’t be that hard considering you were already pulling into the tower and trying your best to carry all the bags at once.
Bucky rushes out the tower, a menacing look on his face, searching everywhere for your face. You locked the car door and immediately booked it for the doors, not wanting to risk dropping a bag and having to make two trips.
As you ran towards the doors, Bucky game out of them, his menacing expression fading away as he ran towards you arms open and smile on his face.
“don’t hug me! Get a damn bag and help me dammit” you laughed, pushing him softly as he took all your bags and you sighed in relief. “okay I get it you’re strong” you giggled, noticing how stressed out he looked you furrowed your brows.
“bucky are you okay? you look stressed” you noted, he smiled sheepishly at the ground before turning to you when you entered the kitchen. “I’m not- well anymore at least” he chuckled and you cocked your head, urging him to continue.
“i- well when i woke up you weren’t here and so i freaked out and” he pulled the knife from beside his ankle and the gun he had behind his back, “i was gonna go look for you to make sure you were okay.” He blushed and you felt your heart explode into a million pieces, a giant smile spreading on your face as you jumped into his arms. He held you up with ease and buried his face in your neck, your legs wrapping around his waist.
“you are too much james” you whispered, smiling as he set you down softly. “I went to go get more baking supplies, we were running low, and i just realized my phone was on do not disturb, so sorry for missing your” you glanced down at your phone and you choked on your spit, “36 missed calls” you bursted our laughing and he frowned at you. You gave him a small kiss on the cheek before jumping up on the counter next to him, swinging your legs.
“well? if you were so worried then put the things away or else im really gonna be distressed because i hate putting groceries away” you smiled at him and he rolled his eyes, giving you a kiss on your lips before moving to put everything away.
“im only doing this so you can teach me how you made the scones the other day” bucky smiled at you from behind a cabinet and you laughed. “secret recipe” you piped up, sliding off the counter and hugging him from behind.
The kitchen was your guys’ safe place, a place where you could mess around and be disgustingly cute. A place to kiss between tasting batter and have one too many flour fights. Baking in the kitchen with your Bucky was your safe place.
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as someone who was repeatedly on the receiving end of being used as an outlet by ex-friends talking about their love lives Constantly i refuse to subject anyone else to that
but i will also put a one-time cringefilled rambling post out
it has literally been so long since ive liked someone? the last person i “liked” was the only guy in my painting class i think like my freshman or sophomore year of college, and even then i just thought he was nice and like.....one of the hottest guys i’ve ever seen irl so i didnt technically like-like him bc we also barely interacted
but this is....different. i think he’s only been here like a month now? close to it? this was before my promotion so i didnt rly have to go out of my way to talk to anyone, so anytime someone starts chatting with me first at work i get pleasantly surprised, and hes pretty quiet so i was just like oh a nice new work acquaintance person to talk to at work?? when he’d occasionally talk to me (at my job sometimes even when ur working the same or similar shifts u may not ever see people lol). i’ve seen him talking with some other rly nice dudes at work i consider my work-friends so i thought maybe they mentioned me to him as one of the cool ppl at work and thats why he felt comfortable enough to start talking to me?
idk so whenever i’d see his name in the dash i’d be like oh cool x is here but again sometimes we’d rarely see each other cuz thats just how it is at work....but it is EXTREMELYYY rare that anyone shows any romantic interest in me--bc i was Absolutely the person assholes asked out as a joke in school--or any sort of interest really? so anytime someone (mostly guys if im being honest bc despite being queer, my brain can still be stuck in heteronormative ways....) goes out of their way to talk to me/be nice, i get like a little spasm in my brain?? and get a mixture of paranoia and anxiety thinking things like hm why are they talking to me? why are they being nice to me? are they just nice or do they like me/want something from me? shit like that. so whenever he’d talk to me i’d be like hmmmmmm why tho bc i overthink literally everything
and then one afternoon i was by myself finishing bagging my cart, and he was off already but when he walked past he was like “have a nice afternoon :)“ and i was like omg thanks u too?? bc even tho there are ppl i talk with at work, we dont usually say anything to each other when we pass in the store lol
i dont think me n the guy saw each other much after that or that thing happened where he’d be busy shopping and i’d be stuck in the box for us to interact much (and i also missed like three days a couple days ago from being really sick lmao) so yesterday when i saw we basically had almost the same shift cuz he was the 10pm and i was the closing specialist, i got happy bc initially i was like oh nice, one of the nice acquaintance ppl i talk to is here
but yesterday was a fucking shitshow and we were SO busy and honestly it was super disappointing cuz normally for closing shifts it gets chill and me and the other work ppl just relax and chat until closing so i was hoping that would happen but it didnt....and hes again pretty quiet so i cant tell if at times maybe hes too tired from the work to want to talk so i also dont want to bug him by trying to chat him up? but there was actually some moments that got chill where we were able to chat, and ive been wearing my dgd hat to work and it says their name on the back of it, and he saw it and asked if i listened to them and i was like !!!! bc ppl rarely have heard of them so i was kinda like oh shit wow hes actually heard of them and he mentioned that he i think listened to them in back high school?
(which.........if im being honest was kind of a relief to hear cuz that means hes not underage. but hopefully he’s like 20 or older bc i will feel shitty if i ended up liking a 19yearold without realizing it lmaooo and also at work its at the point where u literally cant tell how old some ppl are now)
but he mentioned he preferred another band i’d heard of in passing lol but then also i happened to look at him when his mask was kind of off, and i’d alrdy seen him without his mask before, but in that moment my brain spasm made me think ummm he kinda hot tho? and thats when i came to my extremely unfortunate realization.
and today his shift didnt start til much later, so technically if i had left my shift on time i wouldve seen him Maybe for an hour at most, but we were also rly fuckin busy today so i stayed a couple hours extra to help...and it fucking sucks now cuz anytime i saw him in the store, the monkey part of my brain would have that little spasm. and like...again i dont want to go out of my way to talk to him bc hes kinda hard to read on his mood but i also? Do want to talk to him when i can?? but at the same time i dont want to get my hopes up cuz ive literally never dated anyone before, and now that im a specialist and have like the tiniest bit of authority over the regular partners, id be worried if dating would even be allowed cuz we work in the same department, BUT AGAIN even thinking that is me getting my hopes up which i rly do not want to do.
this is so so so fucking stupid and cringey and embarrassing but even if nothing happens i kind of look forward now to seeing if we’ll have intersecting shifts? so in a weird cringey way i get kind of excited about future shifts and working now???
im trying to look on the bright side of things even if nothing happens lmaoaoao part of me also kind of wants to mention this to my friends who also work with me in case they....happen to hear of anything.....but at the same time i dont want them to see me talking to him/sending him out to shop knowing that i like him???
idk idk idk rambling about this shit helps even tho i also dont want anyone to see this and see how lame i’m being :))))))) this is literally such an unexpected turn of events. theres a guy in the produce department who made it clear he likes me but makes me uncomfortable (and also annoys me when he constantly tries to talk to me, tbh, hence my reservations abt wanting to talk to The Guy) with how....strong he comes on, and im like.........if someone were to like me could i pls change who it is hahahahhahahahah
things have been tough as of late so at least this is a Distraction?
it’s also a fucking sick joke bc our store puts out announcements congratulating the employees if they first started, if it’s their work anniversary, or their birthday, etc. and i saw one for The Guy last month bc he has the same birthday as my super shitty ex-friend/roommate lollllllllll
#i need to undergo electroshock therapy#i feel like im very rational and normal around him#but i still think the second my brain wants to have another spasm i should be electrocuted
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*this post was commissioned | more info on skye’s commission here!
you’re a flight attendant and jungkook needs your help with a problem
“is it possible to get a seat in economy?”
you pull back in shock, no one in the history of your job has ever asked to be switched OUT of first class
“did you almost get killed in that ocean of fans?”
you overhear your co-worker snort, adjusting the pin on their uniform’s lapel
“almost? i got the wind knocked out of me. im thankful i even managed to make it onto the plane alive.”
you shake your head to yourself - to be fair you think the conversation is a little childish
by now everyone should be used to this
afterall you all work for seoul airlines - it should be expected that any outgoing flight from incheon is going to either be completely lackluster
or a complete mess
it’s summer, idols are all having concerts, overseas schedules, and more
no use in complaining about it, just working hard should be enough
“whose the group flying with us today anyway?”
there’s a pause and then someone groans
“no wonder it was a nightmare - it’s bts!”
usually you just go about your job as always
to you - all passengers are the same, they should be treated with respect and be handled with kindness
if you’re a picky business man, a world famous athlete, a mother of two, or an insanely popular boy group member
you’re a passenger and as a flight attendant, it’s your duty to make sure everyone is comfortable
but today - you can tell everyone is a little off
some of the other attendants keep whispering about taking photos or bragging about meeting bts to their friends
other attendants are chewing their lip, worried they’ll have to deal with saesangs and fan-sites
the captain is mildly unamused when he comes into the cabinet asking for someone to hand him some water and everyone but you ignores him
all musing over what’s in store for the upcoming flight
you just prep and get ready - this is a flight to the states so it’s bound to be over twelve hours long
as you’re placing blankets on seats, someone asks if you’d be willing to switch your place in first class with them
but before you can answer, an announcement for boarding to start cuts you off
first class is seated first, so after a couple of clusters of chatty ceo’s and lawyers get their way on
you see the silhouettes of seven men come down the hall
the first one is tall and lanky, a black face mask pulled down onto his chin - black beanie hiding his hair
he smiles as he comes in and you give a slight bow as you direct him to his seat
following him are two shorter men, one is talkative and the other is listening to him silently - you hear him go “hoseok - did you bring the charger?” at some point and the other answers in a high, excited voice
after that a handsome, but comfortably dressed man comes in - a white neck pillow of some cartoon character settled on his neck
he greets everyone with a gracious bow of his head and a boy in a beret skips behind him - immersed in whatever song he’s listening to on his headphones
the last two to come in look like polar opposites
one is a smaller frame, with expensive sunglasses on and hands crossed over his chest
the other, whose holding an insane amount of bags is tall and built
with broad shoulders, but with a sweet, almost childlike smile and a simple all black attire
when he comes in - you offer to take a bag and help him get settled, but he just shakes his head
“it’s heavy - but im fine!”
his eyes almost sparkle - dark hair prettily combed out of his face, the longer strands falling on the nape of his neck
you nod and turn your attention to the other oncoming guests, helping people get their luggage into the compartments above and fetching extra towels or pillows when requested
nothing seems out of the ordinary
the only thing you note is that the members of bts all look slightly exhausted and the flight hasn’t even begun yet
two of them knock out like lights before landing and the only one with any energy is the strong, smiling one from before
who enthusiastically rummages through his bag to take out a hand held camera
they must have such hectic schedules, i hope they can rest on the flight
you think, before feeling a tug on your uniform and turning to face a irritated looking girl
“there’s a seat open over there - can i take it?”
you look between her and the seat right behind one of the bts members
it’s vacant, but it’s the same exact seat as the one she’s sitting in now
first class has individual rows, so there isn’t any reason for her to request it
but you can’t be outright rude, so you simply assure her that if anything - you need to wait till all passengers board till any seating arrangements can be fixed
you don’t notice the curious pair of eyes on you from behind, flickering between you and the familiar face of the passenger
when the plane finally takes off, you run through the safety basics and menu that’ll be available for the in-flight lunch
everything is going rather normal - the only thing different is the attendants are all whispering and poking at you - asking about bts
“are they handsome up close?” “do you think their girlfriends are on the plane too?” “which one is their manager?” “you’re so lucky to be first class~”
you don’t really get it - what’s so lucky? they’re just passengers and you’re just their flight attendant
you’re not expecting any kind of drama like turn in that relationship
the overhead light goes on with a ding, signaling someone has called you over
and you make your way down the aisle to the seat where the boy with all the bags is
he smiles as you approach, a laptop open on the unfolded table - a flashing screen with some game on it
“how can i assist you?”
you ask, pausing - because you’re not sure what his name is
he kind of flounders - before asking you about the drink selection on-board
you offer him the menu and point out the beverages as he gives you an order and gives a small, cute bow of his head when you take the menu back
as you start down the aisle, you feel someone tug on your uniform again
“yes?”
you turn and see the same ticked off expression from before
“what did jungkook just order?”
you blink, not sure what she’s talking about
“im sorry, who?”
she scoffs - “what did he just order?”
she signals with her head to the seat across the ways - to where the boy, who you assume is jungkook, is immersed back in his laptop screen
“some seltzer, would you like some too?”
“it’s fine.”
she lets go of you, and you have half the mind to ask her not to grab you like that again
but you just keep your composure and return to hand jungkook his drink
he thanks you, smiling and showing off the charm you assume his fans must fall for - bunny teeth and all
and you tell him to use the button above if he needs anything else
the first couple of hours are always the most busy, usually first class fliers expect more from the service
so they ask for extras and some even request food earlier than others
you run around between the passengers, sometimes a member of bts calls you over - sometimes it’s just another business man aboard
but again, it’s all routine, and you ignore the insistent prying from the other attendants about ‘flirting’ or ‘taking photos’
id like to keep my job, thank you!
you think as one of them groans that you should take advantage of this - and you remind her that only a week ago you guys had the korean prime minister on the plane - where was all that enthusiasm back then?
you’re rolling the snack cart down the aisle when you catch something out of the corner of your eye - jungkook’s seat is empty - bathroom probably
but you can see the girl from before inching her way across the aisle before snatching the empty cup of seltzer from the unfolded table and scurrying back to her seat
for a second you don’t believe your eyes
why - why did she do that?
you blink back the confusion as a voice calls out from behind you
“sorry, excuse me?”
you turn and jungkook is standing there - you apologize and wheel the cart forward so he can slip by and back into his seat
he looks around, and you have a suspicion he’s looking for his glass, so you take the moment to pour him a new one
you set it down and he gives you a small thank you - before you continue on your way
about halfway through the flight, you get a designated thirty minute break
usually you eat a snack and open up the book you’ve been reading - but you take the time to peek around the side of the cabinet
and scope out that weird girl from before
you take notice of how she keeps her body angled toward jungkook
her phone in her hands like she’s taking a photo
most of the members are asleep, but jungkook is still tinkering around on his laptop
and you start to see that he’s actively trying not to look up that way
almost like he’s avoiding being in the line of vision of this girl
it’s odd - and you feel a little weird for watching, so you turn to your snack and in the last couple of minutes of your break you ask a fellow attendant if maybe you’re just being dramatic
“no, she’s probably his fansite or something. you know, those girls who follow them and take photos.”
“like a reporter?”
“no,,,,,,,like a stalker.”
you purse your lips - taking photos of someone famous doesn’t seem like stalking
but then you remember how disturbing it was to see her steal the glass he’d been drinking out of
you sort of cram it into the back of your mind as you go and help prep for the lunch meal
but something just doesn’t sit right with you
the lunch selections are between three different meals, you hand them out as you go up the aisle
and when you get to the girl, she adamantly refuses to tell you her decision - not until you come back from finishing and she stops you with another tug on your uniform
and demands you tell her what jungkook chose again
you aren’t a spiteful person, and to be fair you’re always kind - but this person is testing you
“ill have whatever he had.”
she boasts, nose practically in the air
you pull out the tray and hand it to her with the best smile you can muster when talking to someone who treats you like a dog
she takes it, grabbing so hard it nearly shakes the side dishes out of their containers
you take a moment and she snipes at you to leave her alone
it’s weird, for sure, and you start to get the feeling something is definitely off about her
but you’re not doing this job to judge anyone - so you do your best to qualm the thoughts as you assist others
suddenly, the light goes on above jungkook’s seat and you make your way over
you expect he’ll ask you for another blanket, maybe ask about extending his on-flight wifi - the usual
what you don’t expect is for him to ask, in a small voice for such a large body
“is it possible to get a seat in economy?”
you pull back a little in shock, no one in the history of your job has ever asked to be switched OUT of first class
“is there a problem with my service, how can i better-”
you begin, but he shakes his head - wide eyes darting over your shoulder
“no, no, i just - i don’t want to be near a certain person.”
your back stiffens a little - but you know who he’s referring to
“is she bothering you?”
your voice drops a little and jungkook gives you the best shrug he can, even though you can tell he’s really - really uncomfortable
“ill see what i can do.”
you turn and take note that the girl is drilling darts into your side as you walk away from jungkook
you do everything that comes to mind, you check her ticket to see if she really paid for first class - she did
you try to find if anyone on board in economy or business might be pregnant and who you could switch out with jungkook - but of course this has to be the only flight where everyone is perfectly fine
really, you can’t think of a good excuse as to why you should switch him out
until you return into the aisle and see that the girl has switched her seat to the one behind jungkook
his shoulders are now completely frozen, face blank and iced over
all of his members are asleep and the other passengers don’t care enough to notice
so you come over and ask, as politely as you can, why she decided to move
“this seat looked better”
she spits out and you let your lips form into a thin line
“all of these seats are the same, and for safety purposed i am going to need you to go back to your-”
“no.”
you stare - caught of guard by the brashness
“ma’am, please it’s easier for everyone if you-”
“leave me alone, im sitting here.”
her voice starts to raise and people are glancing over their shoulders at the festering commotion
you try to think of something quick, when jungkook places a large hand on your wrist and asks
“im not feeling so well, can you help me to the bathroom?”
before you can even take a second to respond, the girl is a whining mess
“jungkook-ah, are you ok? why are you sick?”
he kind of ignores her, but also gives a tiny bit of acknowledgment by shaking his head
you cut into her rambling to tell him to follow you to the steward’s cabinet for some water and medicine
he gets up and you can tell the girl is itching to follow - when you use your body to block her way
“ma’am please do sit down, we might experience turbulence and i don’t want you to get hurt”
your voice is sickeningly fake now
her eyes narrow, but the distraction lets jungkook hurry up the aisle
you usher him into the cabinet and you hear the sound of footsteps behind you two - but before anything, you pull shut the cabinet door
you’re both alone, the other attendants busy on the plane
he lets out a small sigh and you apologize, explaining that economy is full and there isn’t anyone you can switch him out with
but he just gives you a sad smile
“it’s fine, thanks for keeping her out of here at least.”
you suddenly realize that among everyone’s excitement about his group coming on board, no one really stopped to think about how exhausting all of this could be
jungkook is handsome, there’s no denying it
with slightly long black hair and wide, curious eyes but - you can see a little bit of weariness on him
dealing with constant attention for a 12 hour flight - being locked in a plane with someone who makes you feel miserable,,,,,,
“if you want, i think i can hide you here for a little bit. ill just tell the attendants you’re feeling sick and don’t want to get near anyone else.”
he perks up a little
“i won’t be a bother?”
“no, if anyone has a problem with it - tell them to find me.”
jungkook lets out a sigh of relief
“ok, ill just go back and get my stuff if thats ok?”
you agree and say you’ll help
but just as you step out - you notice that the girl is standing in the aisle, pulling something out of the compartment above jungkook’s seat
you realize it quickly - she’s trying to go through his stuff!
you rush forward, putting a hand on hers as you explain that she cannot be going through another passenger's things
she yanks herself free and suddenly the entirety of the plane is looking over at you
“it’s my bag - get off of me!”
“im sorry, but we know none of the items you brought on with you are in this compartment. so please sit down or we’ll have to take note of this with security when we land.”
she scoffs, “and ill take note of your rudeness with the captain or whoever employees bitches like you”
the comment doesn’t sting as bad as you thought it would
instead you push the bag she’d been trying to get out back in it’s place and ask her, again, to go back to her seat
she leans in before you can register what she’s going to do, grubby fingers reaching for the badge on your uniform with your name on it
when someone’s hand extends over your shoulder and stops her
jungkook doesn’t say anything - but the girls expression turns awfully sweet, awfully fast
“i-”
he let’s her go and silently takes the bag from overhead
he turns to walk back toward the cabinet and you try to keep the girl at bay, but she nearly slips past you
but one of the other members you assume, the tall and lanky one from before gets up and in her way before she can
he lets you through, so you can see if jungkook is ok
and when you return to the cabinet - you try to think of something comforting to say
but he just gives you a small wave
“this happens a lot.”
“im sorry you have to deal with it.”
the plane shakes a bit and the overhead announcement from the co-captain warns about upcoming turbulence
jungkook doesn’t seem as shaken up as anyone else would be to find someone rummaging through their things with consent
instead he just looks exhausted and you turn to try and grab some water from behind
when the plane jerks a little bit and you grab onto the counter top - slipping a bit
when you feel an arm tug around your waist to hold you steady
you flush - thanking jungkook
his hand sort of supports you a bit longer before the plane gets back on a smooth track
you feel embarrassed
you’re a flight attendant you really should be able to hold your own even through the worst of flights
so you don’t know where to look when he pulls back his arm
thankfully your colleague who comes rushing in doesn’t witness any of this
instead she just shakes her head frantically
“that girl in first class is out of her mind - i just saw her trying to take something off hoseok’s lap!”
jungkook apologizes with a bow, stuttering out that she’s a fansite of his and that she’s always been
“you shouldn’t apologize on her behalf.”
you say quietly
and he stops, looking at you as your colleague nods in agreement
“it’s not your fault she’s like that!”
“ill go take care of her-”
you volunteer, but your colleague shakes her head explaining that some of the other attendants are on it and that everyone’s agreed you should make sure she doesn’t somehow weasel her way into bothering jungkook again
when you and him are left alone again
you feel even worse for him than before
he’s so genuine with his feelings, trying to take the blame for that girls behavior on himself,,,,,,
jungkook sits down on the duffel bag and you wish you could provide some sort of comfort
so you look over your shoulder, before joining him on the floor
“i hope this isn’t out of line - but you work hard and she would be a better fan if she respected you.”
he peeks out from his bangs, wide eyes burrowing into yours
“i don’t know the first thing about being an idol, but no one deserves that.”
you feel nervous all of a sudden - not everyday do you get to speak to the nations most popular boy group member
so you want to pick your words carefully, but you also just want to help him out
“thank you”
jungkook smiles and the exhaustion seems to leave his face for the first time in this long flight
he reaches out and takes your hand and you can feel his warmth
“are you-”
he starts just as the plane hits another tumble and you almost tip over, but jungkook pulls you into him
you end up against his chest this time as his back hits the cabinets behind him
“are you o-”
you start and he just laughs
“how do you guys deal with being knocked around like this all the time?”
it’s a joke and you’re happy to see that he still has humor even in the situation
you feel your cheeks flare up when he’s still holding you and you have to bow your way out of the accidental embrace
the captain’s voice crackles over for an announcement that the plane will be landing soon
you and jungkook spend the remaining time talking - you ask about the schedule he’s going to and all that and only when the plane lands do the other members crowd into the cabinet
the tall lanky one, namjoon you learn, apologizes about the fansite
but once again you and the rest of the crew assure him he shouldn’t worry
“thank you for taking care of it though and getting jungkook out of there.”
you blush and say you really didn’t do anything ,,,
they all shuffle out first and are followed by whoever else is on their team
jungkook throwing one glance over his shoulder at you
then the rest of the first class fliers come off and the girl skids to a stop in front of you
“ill be complaining about you.”
you nod, giving her a fake smile
“of course, we love feedback!”
it’s only when everyone is off the plane and you and all the other attendants are cleaning up that you get approached by the captain
you brace yourself
ready to get yelled out for pissing off a passenger, especially someone who paid for first class
and for keeping someone in the cabinet for nearly half the flight
but he just passes you a note with a smile
“seems someone was very happy with your service.”
you blink, opening the note and seeing an official business card from bighit entertainment
jeon jungkook and his signature are scrawled at the bottom
you flip it over and see a number scribbled down
‘i wont be back in seoul for sometime, but when we do go back - could you possible let me know what flight you’ll be working?’
you re-read and re-read and re-read
because
is this just a ‘thanks for being a good flight attendant’ note or,,,,,,,,,, ‘i want to see you again specifically’ note,,,,,,,,,,,,
it’s both
jungkook walking through the airport with hoseok slinging an arm around him
“so what’d you and the attendant do in the cabinet jungkook?”
#writing commissions#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bts au#jungkook scenarios#jungkook imagines#jungkook au#sfw#flight attendant au
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focusonyugyeomday
20191117 ; kim yugyeoms birthday
hongdae fashion street
9:30am
his second alarm blares to life in his ear and this time he actually finds himself waking up fully to it, not just blindly turning the snooze on. the sound making his head pound a little--a reminder of the lack of sleep he would be going on today.
his eyes, still hazy from just waking, take in the notifications on his phone as well as the date sitting right under the time. November 17th.
it’s his birthday.
he vaguely remembers dongmin saying something when he got home last night. the trainee having been home much longer than him due to trc’s weekend schedule ending sooner. sadly, yugyeom had picked up an extra shift that day and he didn’t arrive home until well after midnight--tired and unaware of what the day had become. even now, it took a moment for his mind to catch up, and when it does, he’s shooting up to a sitting position and opening his phone to all the messages.
coworkers, friends, busking pals, and even the fans spamming his instagram account ( both his own and dynamite official ) with comments and dm’s and mentions. it makes a smile form on his face. feeling the love from everyone.
12:44am
he was off work today. the ahjummas gave him gifts and snacks yesterday and then forbid him from coming in today no matter what. they apparently had seen how worn he was getting and wanted to let him have the day to himself. a rare treat as yugyeom normally is working himself to the bone.
which is how he found himself laying on the floor of his apartment he shares with dongmin, phone held above his head as he watches the rest of a drama he started literally months ago. it took him months to finish the 12 episode drama and finally today, he was finishing. a frown resting on his face ( natural drama watching expression from yugyeom ) as he watched the main characters finally get together after the trails of love they went through.
tragic, and lovely.
just then his phone rang, the derpy photo of his hyung appearing on screen and almost starting the birthday boy enough to drop his phone--almost. luckily, he doesn’t and answers the calls after squinting at it for a long moment.
“seungmin hyun--”
“yah, kim yugyeom where are you?? did you forget we’re meeting for lunch??”
“oh... no i didn’t forget! i’m getting ready right now!” the dancer was quick to his feet, trying to make it sound like he wasn’t hurrying around. “i mean--i’m already on the way! where... are we meeting again?”
“aish... you brat...” the sound of his hyungs exasperation draws an amused smile to yugyeoms face. it’s been a few weeks since they last met up but the older always remains the same. and for some reason that means being exasperated with yugyeom.
“good thing for you, i’m in front of your building so get your ass down here in twenty minutes or i leave you behind, birthday or no birthday.” and just like that, seungmin hangs up. leaving yugyeom to chuckle to himself in amusement. same old hyung. but he does as told and starts getting ready--making sure to grab his bag he will need for busking later as well as the key to his studio where he keeps the speakers. it’s not far from his apartment but he rather not have to come all the way back here just to get his studio key.
twenty three minutes later he’s racing down the side walk chasing after his hyung who actually did walk away after twenty minutes.
3:36pm
“you should let me dress you up more often ~ you look so much nicer now, yugyeomie~ “ jaehee teases him as she fixes his makeup. using the chance when he wasn’t allowed to talk to say something that he would absolutely want to whine about.
he was still hanging out with seungmin--the older cleared his schedule today to spend time with yugyeom after having heard he would have been alone anyway. the past years this day was spent with all of dynamite but with hyunggu a trainee now.. well. and with seungmin came his girlfriend and former dynamite manager, jaehee. the older girl always doting upon and teasing him and hyunggu. like she is right now.
“you only ever wear teeshirts and jeans.” she continued her nagging, final touches on his hair and makeup being done along with her talking. and yugyeom merely took it like the good kid he was. ignoring the snickers from seungmin.
“there~ take a look!” she smiles, releasing yugyeom for him to get up and go over to the long mirror. he poses, taking in the outfit and the hair. she’s got him in black and white, hair done up, and smokey makeup. he looks...
“i look like barkhyun hyung from exo.” he mumbles, realizing thats who he has been styled after and he supposes that’s fitting as he does do a lot of exo covers during busking. jaehee laughs some where off to the side and he knows he’s right. he can’t complain though because he does look good. the outfit is a mix of seungmin’s stuff and his own stuff, though he really doesn’t have much.
“i expect those clothes back later.” seungmin calls as yugyeom goes to grab his busking stuff.
5:52pm
“anyway, i wanted to announce a new schedule for busking, im actually going to be picking up a few more days since i have started busking with *****.” he pauses as everyone cheers when they hear the name, though a fan near him mutters something that sounds like why did he get mentioned and yugyeom suppressed a sigh. especially when he hears seungmin cackle behind him.
that running theme of no one understanding him.
“yes yes, i’m going to start busking--” he drones on for another minute or two, and a couple of his regular fans start complaining as he apparently sounded even worse than normal which makes him chuckle as he continues. before he can get the next sentence out though, someone else is taking the mic from him and there’s a cheer from all the fans as hyunggu appears.
yugyeom’s eyes are wide as he see’s his best friend, so startled he doesn’t even react to the fact the mic had been taken. hyunggu explaining every thing he had said, and getting more cheers from the regulars.
“yah! kang hyunggu!” he gets out finally as the other comes to a stop. his fans laughing as they take in his affronted form. “you can’t just come in like that--’ he starts but the regulars who originally stanned hyunggu started complaining at him for scolding hyunggu which makes him pout. he turns towards them with puffy cheeks, but decides to let it go.
he is happy to see him, eyes bright as a smile finally forms and he finds himself hugging his best friend. a nice surprise on his birthday when he had been worried the two of them wouldn’t meet. as he closes up busking, he keeps an arm around the youngers shoulder, and only lets go when picture time starts.
during that time he does hear fans talking to hyunggu.
“it’s been so hard without you!”
“thank god youre here i havent understood anything in months”
“we just wait for the instagram post because we don’t know what he’s trying to tell us during busking.”
he can tell by the voices that it’s some of hyunggus regular fans, and it makes him pout a little. the pout staying on during a few photos because his fans find it adorable. but once he’s free a bit he does march over to hyunggu and his fans and whine at them. proceeding to get teased by everyone present.
busking ends though with a smile on his face, and a cart full of gifts from his fans. birthday busking is also profitable because of the gifts as well as the extra money, and he’s pretty sure they helped him pay rent this month around which would give him a lot of extra money for the days to come. part of why he was going to take up a few more days busking.
7:21pm
he comes home to a nice dinner made by his roommate and also another long time friend. the trainee surprised him with it and when he got back from busking and spending some time with the dynamite crew, being greeted with a good korean home cooked meal was a wonderful surprise.
it almost made him cry, if he was honest.
dinner with dongmin was great, he told the older all about busking that day and asked in return how training was going. he made sure to thank dongmin a thousand and one times for dinner. and by the time he finished, he was more than full. his stomach feeling almost too full as he flopped onto the floor into a similar position he had been this morning.
“hey, dongmin. do you think family can be more than blood?” he questions quietly, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. instead rolling over and shooting a smile to his roommate.
“thanks for dinner, again. really, minnie. today was the perfect day.”
and it was.
of all his birthdays ever, he would put this one on the top three list--if not the top number one. and it really was. tonight was ending on such a high note, he wasn’t sure he would be able to go through the week without missing today. but he thinks he can continue to live this way so long as he continues to have these amazing friends by his side.
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ive still got half an hour left in my shift and theres nothing to do :/
#ace rambles#theres not even any exceptions#um one of my coworkers just asked if i wanted to do returns absolutely not#im going to bag carts until someone tells me to do something else
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Super5 headcanons part 3
Part 1 Part 2
{{Yeah im posting it again because very few people have seen the original post and Im a simple human that craves validation, so please if you like it reblog it. I doubt ill do it again but just in case i put a nifty tag so you can block it}}
Thank you everybody for saying such nice things of part 2 (as i said i wasnt that confident so it made me really happy to know you liked it) and sorry for taking so long but school is a bitch and almost killed my inspiration. Anyway here comes part 3
Minegishi: i just got out work. Can someone care to tell me what happened?
Hatori: uhh, yeah . sorry
Hatori: i got out of work like an hour ago and came home to find Shimazaki sleeping on MY bed
Hatori: Shibata was already at the gym and shimazaki hasnt waken up so i dont know much more??
Hatori: i dont know either what to do...
Shibata: is he still there? I told him to take my bed!
Hatori: well he clearly didnt...
Minegishi: ok but HOW did you find him exactly?
Shibata: ill tell you later guys. My next class is about to start
Shibata: And dont worry Hatori! i dont think hell wake up anytime soon.
Shibata: You should have seen him carrying the dog! It was cute <3
Shibata: in a strange way
Minegishi: dog?? WHAT DOG?
Hatori: did you just say "carrying"?
Shibata: sorry guys gtg
Hatori: shit WAIT
Hatori: where am i supposed to sleep now? I cant sleep on the couch!
Shibata: you can sleep with me
Hatori: WHAT? NO
Shibata: Do you prefer to wake him up?
Hatori: I pick the right side
Minegishi: No homo
Hatori: fUCk U
Shimazaki wakes the next morning to the sound of someone gagging to his right
"THE HELL IS THAT SMELL? WHY DO YOU STINK SO MUCH?" yells Hatori before letting out a muffled yelp when the pillow Shimazaki threw hits him square on the face
Shibata, probably alerted by Hatoris screams, comes running and asks from the doorframe "Whats going here?"
"THAT BASTARD SMELLS LIKE POOP AND NOW MY BED WILL SMELL TOO" says Hatori while pointing at the man on his bed who is just groaning clearly annoyed at being awaken
"Hmm it was probably the dog" says Shibata pensive and then looks carefully at shimazaki "You dont have more clothes dont you?"
"Holy shit! Thats true. Youve been using the same clothes since then..."
Shimazaki cant understand why it suddenly matters so much to them "No i dont. Now that that has been cleared up can i go back to sleep?"
"You have to change first. Hatoris clothes wont fit you. so take a shower while i search for something to lend you" says shibata and then turns to Hatori "you gotta go now or you are gonna be late. Dont worry todays my day off, Ill wash your bed"
"Thanks man" says Hatori and then quickly discusses something abouy dinner with shibata before leaving the apartment. Shimazaki can only stare. He just wants to sleep.
But before he can turn his back and return to sleep Shibata is already on him hurrying him to the shower.
Shimazaki doesnt like the idea of giving up his clothes to Shibata (he doesnt like letting go of his possesions because Mental eye cant find inanimate objects and he learned early on life how easy it was to lose things) but even he is starting to get nauseous at the smell of trash and he isnt in the mood to deal with it himself
Shibatas clothes fit loosely but they are comfy, besides once he gets out the shower the man has breakfast ready for him (theres still a box of his favourite cereal) and leaves him to his own devices while he does laundry.
By the end of the day Shimazaki has his own clothes back and they are softer than he remembers ("its the softener" says Shibata, "the what?" responds shimazaki)
Minegishi and Hatori arrive later with boxes of take out and they eat together in awkward silence until Minegishi casually asks with a smirk if Hatori and Shibata slept well at which shibata laughs and tells them Hatori is a blanket hogger which in turn makes Hatori complain about shibatas snores.
The childish fight continues and even though Shimazaki doesnt take part in it he listens atently
At the end he returns to minegishis apartment that night and sleeps on the couch. Neither of them uttering a word of what happened.
The next time Minegishi asks him to go grocery shopping he accepts.
This is stupid. This was a waste of his time.
Shimazaki couldnt read price tags or labels and he didnt know what he was doing here or why Minegishi had brought him
At most he could tell apart boxes from cans and the weight of things but he couldnt differentiate whether he was holding a can of tuna from a can of yakitori sauce or 1k of salt from 1k of sugar without having to ask somebody else.
It was even worse when it came to liquids if the milk/juice failure was anything to go by
After the first few failures of trying to pick stuff Minegishi had tried to teach him about couponing and discounts but then again he had to ask him the price everytime and they both soon got tired of it
All he could do was to touch and feel the fruit and vegetables trying to tell apart the riped from the rotten/damaged
Looking for any bump, hole, softness...things Minegishi taught him
It was stupid.
Minegishi could ripen/fix any plant with his powers and they both knew it
This was a waste of time.
He hated every second of this and wanted to go already but Minegishi had been hellbent on him learning at least this and left him in the fruits section to pick whatever he deemed best while he finished the shopping.
And that was what he was TRYING to do when a store clerk had the brilliant idea of addressing him
In his defense they had been almost 3 hours here and he had been done since the first. The fact he didnt even know what the hell he was holding anymore except that it was round and ripe not helping his annoyance.
He turned to tell her to fuck off. He just wanted to intimadate her. Force her to leave him alone.
He may have gone a little bit overboard.
He opened his eyes.
"Excuse me sir. Customers arent supposed to grab the tomatoes with their bare hands. The bags are-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Her scream could be heard all around the store
Before he could teletransport away the tomato he was holding twisted and tangled its newly grown vines around his hand in a tight grip. (The sight of it clearly didnt help the girl's panic)
"Dont even think about it" hissed a pissed Minegishi when he passed by his side on his way towards the screaming girl.
Minegishi couldnt feel more stupid than he was feeling a the moment.
In his haste to initiate Shimazaki on the path of becoming a civil person he had somehow forgotten the man was actually blind (not his fault it was so easy to forget when you have seen him destroying entire buildings).
He had tried. He had really tried to come up with any way to fix this mess of a trip but it was getting late and they hadnt even started their actual shopping.
So at the end he gave up and left Shimazaki to the only task he thought could keep him busy and at the same time allowed minegishi to keep track of the mans position anytime while he hurriedly finished the shopping. It was a good plan. What could go wrong?
The moment he heard the scream he knew everything could and will go wrong where it concerned Shimazaki.
Thankfully he could feel he was still holding something vegetal (a tomato?) so Minegishi quickly dashed (shopping cart forgotten) to the mans position and the screaming girl.
His first instict had been to go and calm the girl even though he didnt know what had happened but when he realized people were starting to stare he quickly grabbed Shimazakis arm and dragged him the way he came.
"The fuck did you do?" Minegishi asked once they were in another aisle safe from curious stares
"I did nothing!" responded Shimazaki somewhat offended
" As if! What did you do to her? "
"I didnt do shit to her! I was just doing the fruit thing you asked me!" he raised his hand to show the tomato still holding onto it
"And? Why was she even near you?" mineshiki asked while his powers disentagled the vines and took the tomato
"ITS YOUR FAULT APPARENTLY WE ARENT SUPPOSED TO PICK THE FRUIT"
"Huh? What? I always do-THATS NOT IMPORTANT! Why was she screaming?!"
"I told her off"
"What? People dont scream like that when someone tells them off, even when you..." Shimazaki was clearly hiding something "How did you do it exactly?" minigishi asks with narrowed eyes
"....i may have opened my eyes"
"Your eyes?" minegishi stares increduously "whats that- oh" hes about to ask what was that supposed to mean when he remembers Shimazakis bottomless eyes caused by his physic powers. He may have gotten used to his hollow stare but he still remembers what he felt the first time he saw it. The girls scream finally making sense "You never open your eyes unless you want to threaten someome...did you want to threaten a simple clerk?? "
"No"
"Then?
"i just forgot!" shimazaki huffed
"You...forgot?"
"YES CAN WE GO NOW?" irritation lacing the mans tone
It was that moment that Minegishi realized this trip was taking a bigger toll on shimazaki than he (and probably even the man himself) anticipated and sighed.
"Yeah, i was almost finished anyway lets find the cart"
Shimazaki silently followed.
They finished the shopping without any further accident and while they waited in line to pay something caught minegishis eyes. It was just what he needed.
There was a row of cheap aviator glasses hanging in display.
After some considerantion he grabbed one of the pair with the mirror lens kind and handed them to a now calmer Shimazaki "Here, put this"
Shimazaki who had been following Minegishis movements asked curiously "whats this?"
"Glasses. In case you forget to keep your eyes closed again people wont be able to see your eyes. Put them on and open your eyes. i need to see if they fit and if they'll work"
He miraculously did.
The frame was thicker than it was supposed to be for these kind of glasses (a crude imitation of the stylish kind people wear in magazines) but they fitted and the mirror lens hid perfectly shimazakis glowing irises(?) (Hell never know)
"How do they feel?"
"Strange"
"You could wear them only when you are out in public. They are cheap. Ill buy them and you can do whatever you want with them"
Shimazaki took them off and when it was time to pay he handed them to minegishi
Once outside shimazaki at first refused to teletransport the bags back to the apartment but complied once Minegishi told him he would force him to help carry the bags all the way if he didnt do it AND promised to buy take out to eat.
Minegishi thought the glasses had been left forgotten in the bags but the next morning while he was getting ready to work he noticed they were laying folded on top of a sleeping shimazaki
When Hatori and Shibata inevitably asked about Shimazakis new glasses(that he now used all the time) minegishi told them about what was now deemed as the "supermarket incident"
The next times they went shopping Minegishi stayed all the time with Shimazaki and kept teaching him about vegetables and any thing that came to his mind.
Once they finished (everytime quicker than the previos) it became Shimazakis job to drop the goods at the apartment in exchange of picking what they were going to eat that day
It wasnt exactly what Minegishi had planned but it was a progress (or that was what he thought until Hatori complained about tripping on shopping bags that suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall whenever Shimazaki dropped something there)
Shibata was annoyed because even though they all agreed Shimazaki was behaving nicer the others didnt still believe him about the whole puppy ordeal
so that, coupled with the nagging feeling he had left after washing shimazakis clothes and after hearing about the market incident made him come up with a plan
"A mall trip?? What for?" hatori asked perplexed
"He has just one shirt"
"So?"
"He has been wearing it since we were together, actually i dont remember him wearing anything else ever"
"Thats his problem!"
"HIS JACKET HAS BULLET HOLES " replied shibata getting impatient with how much it was taking Hatori to understand
"He probably likes it that way??" said Hatori still not getting it
"Actually ive been thinking the same. I noticed the bullet holes too" finally came Minegishis voice from the receiver. He was was working at the moment because if they wanted to do this he had to work a double shift to free one day. "I dont think he has anything else"
"See? Minegishis with me!" exclaimed thriumohantly Shibata which only made Hatori roll his eyes
"Fine! i get it! Ive seen the bullet holes too...but i dont get why does it have to be us?"
"Because we are his friends" easily replied Shibata causing Hatori to frown at this
"Are we really? When has he done something for us?" hatoris tone suddenly turning serious "You are literally asking me to spend one of my few days off shopping clothes with MY MONEY for a guy who wanted to kill me mere months ago?"
"We dont know that" said shibata
Hatori trew him a glance that clearly was supposed to mean 'you gotta be kidding' "Look, do we even know if he likes us back?"
At this both men kept silence until shibata dared to speak "he is wearing the glasses"
"God forbid me for forgetting those damn glasses! Guys, im just saying we are already doing so much for him for nothing! why do we need to do more?"
"Because thats what good people do" came Minegishis response and shibata nodded firmly making hatori huff. He was gonna regret this.
" fine! But do we even know if hes gonna like what we buy? If hes gonna even wear it? As you said we had never seen with other clothes"
"Thats why we are gonna take him with us!" said Shibata, glad that this was finnally getting somewhere
Hatori turned to look at the phone "didnt you said you believed shopping stressed him?"
"Mmm these last times had been better" said minegishi
"What if he actually doesnt care about the clothes or-"
"He does" replied Shibata and Minegishi in unison making Hatori stare confusedly
"How do you know?"
Shibata thought back to the hesitance he noticed on shimazaki when he handed him his clothes but didnt think the man in question would like it if he went and tell this to the others and was debating this when minegishi spoke again "Ive noticed someone has been using my softener and i doubt its the plants"
Hatori frowned and then sighed
"You both have settled your minds dont you?" hatori asked and then grumbled when an unison "yes" was heard
"Do you realize we are working with a lot of 'maybes' and 'probably'?"
"Maybe" said the voice from the receiver and Hatori could swear he could hear minegishis smirk
"C'mon man! We have done worse than this" said Shibata happily clapping Hatoris back
"Ugh FINE That bastard better be grateful" grumbled Hatori
This part forced me to think of shimazakis past and now i made myself sad (this isnt the first time he wears glasses)
So the market incident and the glasses scene was stuff i thought about since i started these and was really excited to write it. I hope i did them justice .
I didnt realize how much longer part II was compared to part I so i think part III ended in a nice middle ground.
Haha i again didnt reach the scene i planned to reach(the prank) and at this pace this thing will have 6 parts. Someone save me
Anyway hope you like it and for those of you who dont know I am writing a Teru-centric fanfic about his decision to visit his parents and the aftermath and ill appreciate it if you could check it out (link here) and tell me what you think or at least share it so more people can see it because tumblr sucks and wont let me do it.
See you next time
#mob psycho 100#mp100#shimazaki ryou#minegishi toshiki#shibata hiroshi#hatori nazomu#super5 headcanons#nies spam
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2. Where's the most unusual place you've masturbated?: Hrrmm good question, no where too weird I don't think. My living room? Never done it in public lmao
3. Where's the most unusual place you've had sex?: Oh boy, uh, I mean aside from our room, I've done some stuff in a tent, and the other place would probably be my bf's parent's bed XD
5. What's your favorite sex position?: Okay so, me on my back, guy kneeling in front of me and going in, my right leg hooked around his hips, my left up in the air against his right shoulder so he goes in deep /)//////(\
7. What're your biggest turn-ons while making out?: Oh god so many, okay, here we go. Touching me literally /anywhere/ will probably make me lose my mind. Waist, scratching my back, my hips, my NECK OR MY FACE makes me melt hhhhh, I also love hearing the other person moan, or bite my lip, or growl something to me,,,,,
8. What're your most unusual turn-ons in general?: Well I'm a kinky/kinnie bitch so, I do enjoy being threatened. "I'll break your neck" is flirtation. Same with "You smell delicious". NOT NICE I MELT! UNFAIR! Uhhh there's a lot of things, some mostly based on any kin shifts I might be in. Right now I'm in Ren so I'll add in, speaking German, clicking open a pocket knife, smiling while hurting me, hhhhh yeah. Yeah. Lots of. things.
9. What's your darkest fantasy?: Okay so this obviously changes but. Basically rn since I'm in a Ren shift, I'd probably like something to do with the people I knew. Strade, Vincent, Farz, and apparently a Lawrence. Would be interesting to be tag teamed by them! Vince punches me for a while, Farz stabs out an eye (or two), Strade carving out things or taking off fingers, toes, a fox ear, hhhhhh, and then Lawrence gutting me, trying to crawl inside me. Stuff like that /)////////////(\
10. If you could have one fantasy fulfilled right now, what would it be?: LOL I should read these questions ahead. Uhhh okay so, well I really want someone to tease the /fuck/ out of me. Like either tying me to a bed or just letting me be loose, touching and teasing me, until I'm /begging/ to be fucked, and still not giving in. And then doing more, messing with my ears, my tail, licking and biting me, hhhhh everything, and /still/ giving me nothing. All of this while saying what a dirty, naughty little fox I am. How needy I am (I'm in heat so LOL), how I'm so pathetic and whiny. By the time they finally touch me, I instantly cum /)///////(\ MOVING ON
12. What are your hard limits?: Okay uh, nothing with scat. Watersports don't bother me, but they're not a turn on. Same with like, vomit. Doesn't bother me in a roleplay way, but not inrl. I don't have too many other hard limits tbh! Feel free to ask for specific ones if you're interested :3
13. How often do you masturbate?: Okay so I hate doing it like, when my bf is home. So it's normally on days I don't work and I take him to work. So maybe.. 2-4 times a week? Not often at all. I'm more thinking about/roleplaying sex than actually doing anything about it.
14. Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex?: Hrm a few times we've been in the middle of about to do stuff and my bf's sister will come upstairs. Never masturbating though!
21. Have you tasted yourself? If so, then what did you think?: Hhhh okay so, I did a looong time ago and recently when I did it was almost.. sweet? Like barely sweet. Wasn't bad, and could also be considered a turn on. Someone fingering me, then making me taste it. (OR THEM TASTING IT AND SAYING I TASTE GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAA) inrl though I don't like people going down on me or touching me. It's mostly about fear of being hurt. But in roleplay anything goes!
22. Are you vocal during sex?: OH VERY I can be quiet if I reeaalllyy try but I whimper and whine a lot.
23. Do you like being rough with your partner? Do you like when your partner is rough with you?: Being rough to someone else is hard, I get nervous. Being rough with ME is a lot better. I can take it~ I'm like a punching bag.
24. Do you like being restrained? Do you like restraining your partner?: If I'm doing it to someone else, I end up keeping them tied up tight so I can either hurt them or force feed them. I looooove being restrained. Never had it happen, but I always wanted like, someone to hold me either gently or roughly while another hurt me. (While typing that I had specific people in my mind doing it AAAA) so yeah.
26. What are your favorite parts/features on each gender you're attracted to?: Honestly? Love breasts. Love them. Butts are great too. I'm attracted to all genders so ??? don't really have a preference.
27. Have you ever tried something sexual and decided you weren't into it?: I actually don't think so? Aside from one guy saying he had a six foot dick and wanted to do vore-stuff with it :P yeah no. Not my thing.
28. What are your erogenous zones?: Specifically for a Ren shift, my ears and tail are definitely overly sensitive. My neck is too, and my face being touched is hhhhh so good. And my back/waist being touched or scratched is nice~
29. What're the most effective ways to tease you in public?: Oh I'm gonna regret this. So basically, it's very easy. If we're together while I'm in person, whispering anything into my ear will probably make me all flustered and blushy. If you're messaging me and I'm in public, 100% basically anything threatening to fuck me or hurt me will get me. Almost guarenteed.
30. What're your favorite was to tease your partner in public?: Well with my adorable little feedee boyfriend, I tell him how fat he's getting and how people probably think he uses a motor cart cause he's too fat to walk around ;3 around with how everyone probably thinks he's a precious little girl~
31. What's your biggest sexual pet peevee?: WHEN IM ROLEPLAYING AND EITHER I HAVE TO LEAVE OR THEY DO AND THEN IM SITTING THERE WAITING FOR HOURS AND THEN EITHER WE JUST DECIDE NOT TO CONTINUE OR AAAAAAAAAA I HATE IT AND I KNOW ITS NO ONES FAULT IT JUST SUCKS ITS LIKE A HUUUUUGE COCK BLOCK
32. If you could dress/style someone to be as attractive to you as possible, what would they look like?: Okay uhh, depends I guess? Let's say it's a guy. Black leather jacket, tshirt, jeans, boots probably. (Basically Vincent Metzger LOL).
33. If you had to put on an outfit to turn-on your partner the most during a date, what would it be?: Oh if it's for my feedee, he'd probably love me in something that doesn't fit me well and would be super tight heheh. I never think I really turn people on that well.OH he does love when I'm naked and wearing only an apron >///
34. What are your favorite pet names/dirty names to be called during sex?: Oh god so many. SO MANY. Okay so, good boy, good fox, Fuchs, little bitch, slut, whore, naughty, (I don't like nasty very much), dirty, pathetic, weak, whiny, hhhhh there's a lot. a lot.
36. What's the best sexual compliment you've ever received?: Oh that I'm good at blowjobs apparently. I'll take it though~ I also hear that my screams and whines are apparently nice to hear.
37. Do you enjoy it when your partner has piercings and/or tattoos? Are there any particular body parts where you like your partner to have them?: I love lip and tongue piercings, along with ear ones. Wouldn't turn down a dick piercing, never tried having sex with someone who has one. I'd also probably be happy about any tattoos. I like seeing them on arms mostly.
39. If your partner was going to send you a video of themselves, what would they do to make it turn you on the most?: Hhhhh well, something along the lines of "Get your ass over here so I can fuck you", or anything of them with a knife. Mmnnnnn.
40. Are you a screamer, a grunter, a moaner, or a groaner?: Mostly a moaner and a screamer, sometimes a groaner. Hhhhh.
41. Is "vanilla" sex boring or underrated?: With the right person? Totally underrated. Like it's gotta be a comfortable, relaxing experience with someone you love.
42. What's the best orgasm you've had in the past few months?: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I can't go into details but I was roleplaying while masturbating, and yeah. It was great. So great. So fucking great.
44. Do you enjoy seeing your partner have sex with others? Would you want them to do all of the same things that they're willing to do with you, or would some be off-limits? Hhhh with my feedee boyfriend, I'd be a little iffy on letting other people feed him. Last time I let someone who wasn't Keir do it, they turned into the worst person in my life :') So. Other than that, I think I'd be okay. He's obviously allowed to do whatever he wants, so I wouldn't stop him. I might not want to see it though.
50. Have you ever cum without having your genitals directly stimulated?: hhhh yeah, touching my chest and teasing me a lot can do it, definitely. Mmmnn.
Thank you for all these questions!!!! I need to do more heheh, thank you!!!
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an awaited love♡
it was unlikely to vision the school's bad boy and good girl to date but hey, anything's possible.
it was a daily routine since they were both stressed. y/n, head of the cheer team and library aide before and after school while haechan was the leader of the dreamies and captain of the football team.
you may be curious as to how complete opposites ever crossed paths romantically and it was all from a detention in the library. haechan stole a go cart to drive his friend, chenle to the nearest bathroom during football practice so he can take a shit. which landed haechan right in between the aisles of the book shelves and a game of 21 questions between the both of you since he was bored.
"is it true that you smoke weed and drink alocohol?" i ask.
"yeah... people who has never tried it before always looks down upon it but its not that bad once you try... you want me to burn you out?
"WHAT?" i blurted out accidentally but i realized that this is a library so i slapped my hand over my mouth.
"you do know that it's just the two of us right? the librarian isn't even here." he said as he decides to sit on the floor and place the book on the lowest shelf and absentmindedly i just sit down along with him.
"what do you mean burn me out? what does that even mean?" i ask as curiosity kills the cat but instead of answer back, he smiled like he had a devious plan.
i had the joint my mouth as he was lighting up the other end with his red lighter. as it caught on fire, he blew it out and told me to suck and i did as hard as i could and then he took the joint of my mouth as he saw that i took a hard hit. my eyes were watering and my throat was getting scratchy, itching to cough but he told me before we started that i have to hold in the smoke as long as i can.
"hold it in y/n, don't cough it out yet." he attempted to courage me but for 10 more seconds i had to cough the foreign smoke out of my lungs. as he watched me cough it out, he patted my back and told me to spit it out if i had to since we were hiding on top of the library's roof. as i was collecting the clean air throughout my lungs, he patiently waited for me to calm down and when i did, he asked: "wanna hit it again?"
...
and that was the funny yet confidential start as to how we began to affiliate with each other. before i always admired him from afar but i knew to stay away since he was bad news. but whatever happens, happens and i don't regret meeting haechan at all. that night of his detention, we were stoned to the bone and we discussed everything we could to get to know each other and it was all in one night. we talked about our favorite genre of music to our biggest fears and dreams, our hobbies to our pet peeves, or our future plans and our past.
the more we talked, the more i felt myself getting comfortable with him, and the more i started to admire how his tanned skin looked so beautiful in the sky's sunset. the way his orange dyed hair suited him and brought out his brown eyes. the way his voice was soothing to listen to and made me feel drowsy (or maybe that was just the weed) .
there was a moment where we both stopped talking and let the silence talk for us and let our thoughts roam. i thought about how life and school wasn't as eventful as i thought it was, it was just a routine. wake up, get ready, eat breakfast, go to the library, go to class, go to cheer practice or go to the library then go home to do homework. i realized nobody ever asked me to hang out or invited me to parties or asked me out on dates because i was stuck in a routine. nothing new and no changes. but hanging out with haechan made me see a whole new world.
"hey y/n"
"hmm?"
"i'm glad that i got detention." he said and i just quietly laughed to myself because i knew what he meant.
"and i'm glad you stole that go-cart." he said and his red eyes turned to me and smiled at me.
"you know i like you like this." he stated as he slowly tucked my hair behind my ear and i blushed.
"oh yeah? why?"
"your hair is down. i never see your hair down. your eyes, they're red but i can see that you're genuinely content like you found a peace within yourself." he said truthfully and in all honesty, what he said was accurate. my whole life has always been lived in safety. i never did do anything exciting, most likely because my parents control my life and i'm already given the nickname 'the school's good ice princess'. "i've never really told anyone this but i always admired you from afar." he said as he took another hit from the joint and passed it to me as shock slowly registers within me.
"n-no way." i said while taking the joint from his fingers and taking a hit as he exhaled the smoke.
"oh yes way, i always thought to myself that you were too good for me to ever confess to you. your pretty little self intimated the schools bad boy." he confessed. and that just made me take a second hit as i couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. i kept in the weed induced smoke in my lungs until i felt the need to breathe which was awhile and enough time to think of what to say back.
"i had no idea but i'm kinda mad now cus it's senior year now and i wished you would've confessed to me early because i would've accepted your confession." i truthfully said and i passed the joint back to him but he just began to shake his head.
"naaah you wouldn't date someone like me." he said and i felt a little sad as to why he would say something like that.
"why would you say that? you didn't even know me before." i say, fully facing him only to see he was always sitting towards me.
"no but i knew of you and before i knew you were a straight A student, you always smelled like green apples and shea butter, you didn't like the school's cheeseburgers since it the cheese just looks like cum on top of the burger, and you never used pencils and how you-" i cut him off by softly placing my lips on his because i was starting to get tired of him ramble about me. i tasted weed and the flavor gum we're both chewing awhile ago. but what really snatched my soul was how he reacted back, he kissed me with in undeniable passion as if he waited years for this exact moment and he's trying to tell me that he's in love with me. it was slow but the burning within ourselves was empowering. as we parted, it was like static electricity.
"wow" i said. "that was my first." i said quietly.
"same" he said and i looked at him slowly in disbelief. "what? have you ever heard one rumor of me sleeping around? that's all jaemin, not me." he said seriously and i just chuckled and i couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek. he was overwhelmingly cute.
"what was that for?" he asked.
"for all the years you waited to confess to me." i said and i kissed him on the other cheek once more. "for all the years you admired me from afar." i kissed once more on his forehead. "for all the years you studied me and my natural self." i kissed him chin. "for all the years you thought i was too good for you." i kissed his nose. "for all the years you probably wished for this moment." i kissed his lips. "for all the years we missed out together."
as i pulled back to study his face, his eyes were barely open, hash and undeniably happy from all the love and affection i'm giving him, i just had to laugh until my stomach growled then my mouth watered and tacos came into my mind. then it was his turn to laugh.
"let's get out of here" he said as he slowly got up and brought me up along with him too. i stumbled a little and he caught me in a tight embrace. and cringy me i just had to laugh.
"sorry this is so cliché" while he rolled his eyes and let go of his hold on me and my legs went jelly. only for him to catch me once more. "jerk" i muttered as he laughed and helped me slowly walked out of the library building and into his car. he paid for our tacos and i swear it tasted like heaven.
"damn so you got the munchies huh?" he asked, eyes still red with a smug laugh. i just slowly nodded my head while i slowly enjoyed my taco. he just shaked his head and ate more of his taco but continuing to stare at me. although i was as high as a kite in the sky, i can feel his eyes on my face until i stopped eating to ask him what.
"oh nothing, you're just so beautiful and i'm just glad you decided to be mines." he said as his clean hand rubbed my thigh underneath the table. darn these booth tables, i'm trying to eat, not be sexually aroused. i almost choked on my food and it made him stop.
"oh, are you okay?" he asked and began to pass me the coke. i drank until i stopped choking and nodded my head to show that my gag reflex was fine now.
we finished our tacos and in the car, he asked if i wanted anything else. although i was still hungry, i didn't want to be a burden.
"im fine" i said only for my stomach to growl again.
"okay yeah no, we're going to 7-eleven." he said before putting his keys into the ignition.
as we arrived to the nearest store he told me the exact words "get whatever you want." and five minutes later, i had armful of a big bag of doritos, a pickle, oreos, a coke, kit-kat, and a pint of cookies and cream ice cream. he laughed as i dropped all of the snacks onto the counter and gave the cashier a $20 bill, as he got gum, a slushee, and eye drops. as the lady bagged our items, he told her to keep the change. we walked out with him holding the bags and me opening the door and unlocking the doors as we both got into his lexus.
"i don't know why i'm so hungry. i usually don't eat this much." i said ashamed while opening my bag of chips. he just laughed as he began to exit out of 7-eleven's parking lot.
"when you get high, you can get the munchies. munchies is when you get really hungry and crave for food mostly snacks but you can eat meals too." he said and the information slowly processed into my brain as i munched loudly on my snacks. he gave me a quick glance and laughed again.
"why are you laughing at me?" i ask completely clueless.
"because you're exactly everything i ever wanted and you've never changed over these past years i have admired you." he said and all i can think of was 'oh... so he in love love.' i turned on his radio and my favorite song better by khalid played. and it was like i can hear every beat and instrument and backup vocals playing in the song.
it was only 9 pm and he asked if i needed to go home and i said no since my parents know i usually get home late by bus which angered him a little.
"you're no longer allowed to catch the bus anymore. i will pick you up and drop you off. okay?" he asked as he gripped my thigh and i shakily replied.
"o-okay"
"okay good." and he drove towards the lookout of the entire city.
"why are we here?" i asked.
"you're still high and i just wanna take you home when you're able to walk properly." and i just nodded deciding he was right since my parents would be pissed if they knew i did marijuana.
i munched on my snacks as haechan posted a quick pic of the view from his car and his caption was "nothing feels better than this" since it was the song that was playing and then he posted it on his ig story.
when i finished all of my snacks, i faced the other way to let out a long and loud burp. instead of him being disgusted all he said was "okay first of all, wow that was impressive and second of all i don't know why you're facing the other way, i need some of that talented burp." and began to fan the air towards his face and i laughed out loud as i stopped him from smelling my dinner.
"oh here" he said as he passed me eye drops. i accepted them and began to drop them into my eyes. "do you have perfume by any chance?" he asked me and i nodded my head. "good, spray yourself with that." and i did as told as we began to take our leave from the lookout and back to my neighborhood which is the same neighborhood that he lives in.
we drove into my driveway and i didnt want to leave his car. "as much as i want you to stay with me y/n, you have to go home to your parents or else they will call 911 on your ass." and i nodded my head since he's always right.
"you're right" i said with a sad sigh yet i couldn't help the growing smile on my face as i thought about what i did today with him. "thank you for today. i'm very grateful and i hope we can do this again."
"sure we can do this tomorrow." he said calmly.
"omg are you serious?" i said and he nodded for me to smother him in kisses all over his face.
"thank you! thank you! thank you!" i said and gave him one last kiss on his soft lips, it was similar to the one on the roof except this one was given in a relief type of way. as we pulled away, we were bith breathless.
"i am so whipped for you." and i just giggled before grabbing my things and exiting the car.
"thank you again and get home safely!" i said.
"my house is down the street, i think the worst thing that can happen to me is a speed bump." he said cockily and i just rolled my eyes.
"i don't care just be safe." and he just nodded and smiled.
"okay, okay, go wash up and shower. dont forget to dm me your number before you sleep. okay?"
"okay" i say and smile before biting my bottom lip.
"oh don't do that before i'm about to leave. leaving you is hard enough already." i laugh once again before sending him off for real this time.
"bye haechan"
"okay bye." he said before putting the car into drive and i began to walk up my steps until he honked. "see you tomorrow babes!"
and just like that my heart was stolen.
my parents were in their rooms so i quietly showered and laid in my bed as i texted haechan my number.
he sent me a good night text since it was 11 pm and we both had a busy schedule and i couldn't wait to have our weed date again.
and that's the funny yet fluffy story of how y/n and haechan became the good couple/bad couple.
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Oh right I wanted to rant. Im still on my phone so there might be typos but oh well
Edit: this got way longer and rambly than I expected oops. I hope this read more works, i never actually checked yesterday when I used it to see if it still worked on mobile so if it doesnt oops and sorry
Anyways. In september a new company took over our contract and thats a whole rant on its own. The previous lead (my dad but not important) left before the new company came and he left Sam in charge. Sam has been there for like four or five years and he's a pretty good guy. When the new cobtract started he was very quickly overwhelmed with the bs and also with the paper abd computer stuff he had to do so he stepped down. Hes still there and actually was still in charge for a bit after he stepped down because we didnt have a new lead.
And now we do have a new lead. This was apparently a Process from what ive heard. Nobody really wanted the job and im not sure how the Boss from the company even went about hiring but i heard that a couple people he considered weren't interested and then I was told that someone was hired or was going to be hired and quick before she even started. I heard these from two differenr people because one told me she qas being walked around and woukd start soon and another said she wasnt coming a day or so later. Someone was hired though and the first night he was there so was the Boss showing him around kinda. I spoke with him a bit and he seemed nice. Def better than the Boss who I cant stand beinf around for long hes got weird and annoying vibes around him.
None of this is actually particularly relevant or necessary for this rant but it came out anyways.
So this new lead has tried all thr different shifts/jobs out and and has been with us for like a month or so now maybe? The first schedule he was properly scheduled on was such a SHIT week/schedule because I went from working 5-4 days a week to 3 and instead of doing bathrooms which is 3 hours or 4 depending on if I'm also doing trash to working 2 hours one day, 2 or 3 the next, and 3 or 4 the last. And it sucks. Then, the first schedule to come out that he made (with the help of the Boss) had ALL of us on less days and hours and HE now working every day but one and working both in the morning AND at night. Now I'm not convinced this was soley his decision because I know he made this schedule with the Boss and i have a suspicion that the Boss encouraged him or persuaded him or some other kind of bull shit to do the schedule like this. And then the week after was the same schedule copied again and this week coming up is the same minus a few small changes.
Now all this is annoying and bull shit on its own but not even the main fuel to this rambling rant. With this schedule, hes scheduled to clean the bathrooms and trash every day except Sunday, which is when I am scheduled on them. Last week was the first week of this and besides the day I'm specificed to do bathrooms im not given a specific job. Imbonly told to do "extras" so ive asked Sam and hes told me to do offices one day and some windows the other. I come in Saturday ready to do the windows which ive been dying to do because they look awful and they used to be my Thing so I get really annoyed about them often but then I notice the trash hadnt been done. So I start doing that thinking maybe that was what I was supposed to be doing. Then while doing this I notice the main breakroom doesnt look particularly clean, breakrooms are a part of the bathroom persons job. This was annoying but because it wasnt Bad I left it. I then go to the next break room which is smaller and always messier because more people stay in it for longer, this one also looked dirtier than it should be. In addition, the bathroom's trash hadnt beeb taken out which is a part of the bathroom job. Bathroom trash is separate from trash trash as far as jobs go, theyre usually done together but if someone is doinf "extras" and someone else bathrooms, bathrooms normally gets bathroom trash abd extras the rest. Something felt really off about the bathroom as well and combined with the breakdowns I had a suspicion that bathrooms hadnt been done. So I decided to check the costumer bathrooms for their trash and their cleanliness. When I got there they absolutely had not been done. Which ! I hadn't planned for. I was taking my time on trash and now I had to do bathroom s.
Nobody had been called or texted about the lead not being at work. And he absolutely has our numbers. We used to sign in on a time sheet and that would have helped us noticed but we recently got a finger print time clock which, as far as I know, we cant check other peoples hours on. So we had no fucking clue he just hadnt been in the previous night.
Then this week comes along. Friday talking with Sam he mentioned something along the lines of not checking the bathrooms. Mentioning that its not really our fault if we dont abd they havent been done because since were not scheduled for them, we have no reason to assume they wouldnt be done. So I hadnt looked in the bathrooms but I did notice the break room looked a bit messy and which had me a bit concerned about a repeat of the previous week. But I didnt wanna do them and I knew Sam didnt either so I left it be but texted nick to ask if hed seen the lead the previous night. Nick confirmed hed been in and was seen cleaning the bathrooms. Yesterday, I briefly looked into the main break room and it looked not great, and then later I went to the bathroom in the smaller breakroom's bathroom (they have really nice soap they buy themselves thats not really importantto this tho) and noticed that one looked AWFUL. It absolutly hadnt been swept and I felt bad but it wasnt what I was scheduled for so I just kinda left it... Their bathroom also had 1ply toilet paper in it, which is what we had when the company first took over it its AWFUL everyone complained so we switched but the unused rolls are still in our closet. Nobody told our new lead this so he had put some of this in the bathrooms. Then later on in the morning, I noticed several trash cans had stuff in it. Not trash but like residue from trash? Like sticky spots of soda oe coffee, some gum, things like that. Basically things that pointed to him only dumping out the trash and not changing the bag. The bags dont always get changed everyday, thats not really an issue, but if theres something still kinda in them they normally are changed because thats gross and why would it just be left like that... I also noticed that up front by the entrance door none of the trash had been got. The busiest area for trash (from customers) and it was still ! There! And I had actually heard Friday or last Friday that this wasnt the first time. Again I left it because I had other things to do.
Now this morning. I worked bathrooms and trash. Trash went ok, I changed a lot of the bags becsuse I prefer to do it regardless and it was just normal overall. Then bathrooms. The bathroom cart is a mess. Which started my mood. The top is all unorganized and theres dirty water in the mop bucket. When I went go get new water, I had set the mop off to the side assuming it had already veen run out and dried because it had been in the part of the bucket where you ring it out and it had been there since yesterday morning. I finished filling the bucket and then look over and notice the puddle forming under the mop because my assumption had been wrong and worse, it smelled like pee. ! Carring on The first two bathrooms were ok, not great but fine. Then I got to the main breakroom and noticed itd clearly been cleaned, Sam worked the day shift Saturday so I assume he swept and mopped. I also swept and mopped. Then, the small break room. Sam didnt clean this one. Which is fair on his part because I think throughout the whole day at least one or more people are sitting in it with no time for someone to clean. So I start and its just the whole thing, even the bathroom floor, was so bad. Aside from the floor the bathroom part was ok, but the floor really didnt seem to have been swept. And the main floor absolutely hadnt been swept. This was obvious from the start but it kept making me madder and madder as I swept and saw how much trash was on the floor. It absolutely put me behind because I wanted to get as much as I could. The cutomer bathrooms also looked pretty bad which is had to tell who thats on, but wheb I got to them it was apparent somethibg else I hadnt fully thought of as a problem until then. Behind all the toilets, like on then but behidb the seat part, there was so much DUST. I had noticed before in the other bathrooms but didnt really think about it because of things plus i see the dust more often collect in the orher bathrooms than that one for some reason and I didnt even realize this but because it was something New in the costumer bathroom it was really noticeable now. Which made ne even madder. Its not hard to clean, were supposed to be cleaning the toilet seats anyways so getting just behind them isnt anything!
And its just so aggrivating. The longer at work i was this morning the more it pissed me off. Especially because in addition to what I was seeing, the things I had heard from others over the last couple of weeks started piling on.
With my own eyes i had seen how bad the cart had been and from sam I heard that the water in the bucket had been in there all week, he suspected that he wasnt changing it. He also commented on the rags all over the cart thinking that he wasnt using paper towels to clean and instead used the rags. I heard about how a couple of times now hed forgotten or ignore the front trash cans and some others. I heard from someone in the meat room that when he cleans it he doesnt do that grear a job and even broke a couple small things. Which is all very concerning to hear since thats a fucking sanitation issue!? And I heard from nick yesterday that he thinks that the lead isnt cleaning all thw bathrooms every day and is instead only cleaning them when they look dirty. Which I'm a bit inclinded to believe because the underside of some of the seats seemed much dirtier than id expected.
And its all infuriating! The Boss is the one who showed him all the jobs, none of us showed him any of what we do it was all the Boss. So like, did HE tell the lead not to do this or that? To do some of it to save time? I dont know but some of it is common sense regardless of what hes beeb told hes still fucking it up and hes our fucking boss. And the main one doing everything!
The store hasnt looked as clean from the start of this new contract and now it's even worse and its awful!
And I dont have a way to end this rant it got really long snd feels like it needs a good closer but I dont have one...
#work tag#hope the read more thing works#this got long#and it doesnt even have the same anger behind it as it should because its all typed#im so mad#dont mind me
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chenle as your boyfriend
before we start, this is a little gift for my friend on twitter (@jhwaney). I hope you like it!
okay so,, when you two first met was when yall were kids
you were eating lunch alone since you knew no one
then chenle came out of nowhere
“why you’re siting alone here?”
“you don't got anyone to sit with?”
“can I sit with you?”
“sure??”
then he started daily siting with you and you both got to know each other
that's when you both became friends
move on to high school
here’s where he started to crush on you
you both were studying in the library and out of nowhere
“y/n I got a question”
“what is it?”
“do you like someone?”
oH BOYY,,,,
“no, why do you ask?”
“nothing just curious” while letting out his cute dolphin laugh uwu
the next day was weekends so you spend it with chenle
while you both were studying, chenle was just looking at you the whole time and you didn't notice.
“lets study later, LETS GO BUY SNACKS”
“alright but don't let me pay like last time IM BROKE AS A JOKE”
thE LAUGH AKJUHDIJHGHJCHDJDHDSII
“I wILL PAY :D“
then yall go
you both filled the cart with snacks and drinks aND OH BOY IT COSTED TOO MUCH,,,
“how are you pay all that mr. genius”
“miss genius I got this >:^|”
and you were like wHAT THE HELL DUDE SDUHSUGH when he payed all of it
“dude what are you”
“zhong chenle :3″
“neVERMINDDD”
yall take the bags and go back home
when you get back to the house
you both decide to watch a movie
bE READY FOR THE HUGSSSS ;u;;;;;
the softest side hug ever uwu
he’ll be resting his head at your shoulder and you’re gOING TO SCREAM UHYGUSIJHGHDSKLJ
you just act like you didn't notice and continue watching the movie
after an hour the movie is almost finished
and you surprisingly didn't fall asleep
while lele did
he fall asleep at your shoulder
you kept playing with his hair aND HIS HAIR??? IS??? SO??? SOFT???
when the movie ended, when you moved a little to get your phone
“don't move”
“uhu?, okay,, sorry”
“how is it to feel like being the cutest person on this world”
this is when you start to feel something WAS off,, you stayed quiet
“when I asked you if you liked someone in the library,, I wanted to know so no one can try to get you before I do”
‘hE’S JUST BEING DELUSIONAL THATS ALL’
“you know, I liked you since we started to become close friends. I will probably lose my friendship with you because of this though,,”
you wanted to stop him :((
“not liked, I loved you since that. I hope you feel the same way if not let’s just be friends”
your heart was gonna break from just hearing him saying all that :((
after some time, chenle stopped and he fall asleep again
“I love you too“
after ALL THAT ANGSTY STUFF,,
there was school :D (smilin’ through thE PAIN)
you went to your class that didn't have chenle (you share every class with him except music)
you sat down at your seat, and class started
through the whole class, you couldn't focus
you kept thinking about what chenle said
your hands got swEATY AND YOU WERE LIKE HGFFDUGBGYUUYDVGH
“deep breaths, deep breaths”
and you were finally calm
you ‘tried’ to do well in your class
after it finally ended you got out
it was already afternoon
you went to your locker, in your way there you dumped into someone
“h-hey I'm sorry-”
“chenle?”
“yeah,,, sorry should’ve watched my way, here I’ll help you”
“it’s alright, no you don't need to-” you were gonna take the book that was in front of you but yall hands reached it at the same time
chenle giggled and you let go (YOURE SURE AS HELL YOURE BURNING HAAHGAHJHSJ)
as you both finished “thank you”
“no it’s no problem”
“also hey, can we go to the park that is near here? I got something to tell you,,”
oh boy,,,,
“yeah sure!”
after that, you both go out
“you know,,, about what I said yesterday”
“you weren’t delusional?,,,,”
he chuckled “I wasn't, I meant all what I said back there”
“so wait,,,”
“hmm?”
“aren’t we already dating????”
“bro- what”
“I thought we were already”
“oKAY LETS GO TO A UNOFFICAL DATE PLS :’^)”
LETS GET INTO THE COUPLE STUFF FINALLY
the unofficial date was at a calm café uwu
it was really nice and quiet
not to mention he was holding your hand the whole time
and you’re just melting because he’s holding your hand softly because he doesn't want to hurt your hand :((
you would just be talking and he suddenly laughs really dead out of nowhere
“so I was lik-“
“HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHSHAHAGHAHAHAAGHAGSAH BABE YOURE SO FUNNY AAHAH”
“I didn't say anything just yet??”
“YOU’RE SO ADORABLE HAAGHAHAGHAHAHS”
and you’re like alright and laugh along with him
basically you can’t get sad when you’re around him but when you do
he would usually hug you while you cry and let your heart out on his shoulder while he tries to comforts you
he wouldn't show if he’s sad or not, when you notice it he denies it but end up giving up because you’re impossible
he shares his concerns to you and you do the same
he trusts you the most and always rant to you
when he gets jealous, he would just stare at you and probably start whining if you don't notice what’s going on with him
“y/n!,, you’re not paying attention to me :((”
“what‘s wrong lele??”
“pay attention to meeee”
and you would just sit next to him and side hug him until he becomes less whiney and ask him why is he jealous
cUDDLES;;;;
do I need to say anything else
when you hug him hE !! JUST!! MELTS!!
like he would hug you and not let you go and you’re alright with it because his hugs are just so soft???? :(((
“do you want me to let you go?”
“no, let me hug you uwu”
aNDHEJUSTMELTSANDHUGSYOUEVENMORE:((
thE EARLY MORNING CUDDLES;;;;;;
you’d just wake up in 6am
and he would be asleep but you cant sleep
then he would wake up because you’re moving around
“what’s wrong?” with his adorable sleepy voice :((
“I can’t sleep :(”
then he just cuddles you
and you’re just uwuuuu
a sMALL KISS-
talking about kisses;;
he would probably just kiss your cheek uwu
he would rarely kiss your lips because come on
hES SHY;;;;
but he mostly kisses your cheek and hug you uwuwu
honestly chenle would be the cutest boyfriend ever :((
so you’re very grateful to have him
and he’s grateful to have you too
sorry if this was long ;___;
bUT HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!
and chenle at the end of the day would just want your love and you only uwu
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I have no reccolection of the 19th other than I did not work that day and worked on a crochet doll for my friend’s birthday
wowie wowie I sure did a lot today. I woke up, had some breakfast, fed my cat, and cleared out the yard for my mom so the people she hired to mow the lawn could do their job. I finished up the crochet doll I made for my friend’s birthday, and gave it a scarf because the neck looked weird. I texted her asking if it was ok to come over today to hang out and give it to her, and she said yeah. I realized my sister still had the good car, so I borrowed mom’s van and headed out. I realized all at the same time that the van was out of gas, I left my friend’s present at home, and my ister called me all at the same time. so I turned around, grabbed the doll, and convinced my sister to PLEASE let me takee the car instead of her making me fill mom’s van wit gas and taking it instead. for some reason she drove me there instead of just giving me the car so she had to go home and hang out while my friend and I talked. when I showed my friend the doll, she collapsed on the floor lmao. the rest of the visit was pretty much her talking about her stuffgles in college and with the friend group and infodumping about her ocs. it was a lovely time but I had to leave to go to work. I stopped by at home to grab a granola bar and eat slices of meat and cheese and arrived at work 15 minutes late oops. I just kinda shuffled carts around and wrote prices on plant for a while until my boss left and I spent the last hour of my shift just kinda wandering around waiting for the store to close. although I saw someone in the garden center im pretty sure I recognized. do you ever see someone in public that’s just so Gender? because yeah. we made eye contact a couple times because I was trying t see if I actually knew them or not so maybe I freaked them out on accident. I actually clocked out 2 minuted early and left before everyone else, taking my subway my boss bought for everyone and went home. I nearly forgot that my friends all decided to hang out at the park today, so talked with my mom for a moment and looked at the grass after being cut and left for the park. they were all volleying a ball aroung when I arrived, and we all walked around to the kickball field to kick the ball around instead. as we walked over there I remembered just how fucking L O U D everyone is, especially Kayla. it hurts. but hey whatever, we’re here to be public nuances I guess. we took turns kicking the ball like a kickball game with one team. eventually a group of boys asked to join our game and we sacrificed one of our friends to make the teams even. after they joined it all involved a lot more running and make me really tired lmao. I'm not good at kickball but I do like kicking the ball :) after the boys left I laid in the grass and Kayla dragged me a little bit and I struggled to get up from laughing too much. I did get up tho, and we all piled into sam’s car to go to handles. the line was kinda long so we chatted and played heads up while we waited, and sat on the wall to talk and eat. I got key lime pie ice cream which was pretty good. as we finished up and decided to call it a night, everyone piled into Katie’s car aside from sam and I so he could take me back to the park to pick up my car. we passed by it for first time since I'm blind, and I made him drive all the way around the circle again lmao. but I found it and sung electric avenue on the way home. I thought about taking the drill from dad’s apartment, but tbh I'm tired so I'll do it tomorroww morning. mom needs it to hang up some fake windows on the garage or something.
huzzah I left this and now its the next day, and I was busy as soon as I woke up I guess. I woke up from a dream about playing a game in vr on a headset I want that sucked in the dream, and the game was about being trapped with this evil cat that turns into a sea monster. the obvjective is to either defeat the cat or kill your roommates. a lot of time was spent in the pet store. I've been interested in the oculus quest 2 again after seeing the garage cleared out from my dad’s move, and it would make a perfect vr plauspace. no furniture to run into, lots of space to walk around, isolated from the rest of the house. perfect. anyway I wokr up to my mom calling me, asking me to go with her to pick up chairs for our porch. we’re doing home improvements after dad moved. so I rode with her in the car to pick up a rocking chair, dropped it off at home, went to my work to pick up some grass seed and a flat of flowers and seeded the lawn. we bought enough seed for 1000 square feet of lawn and used the whole bag for about half of our backyard, oops. BUT we didnt follow the instructions on the back of the bag telling up to till the ground and put on mulch and stuff like that, so I think it’ll cancel out and we get a normally seeded lawn. we went back out to pick up the second chair and the lady wasnt home, but her cat was outside and IT WAS THE SWEETEST LITTLE THING!! it was a little grey cat, practically a kitten, and i let it sniff my hand and pet her. big baby :) but I left the money under the mat and took the chair as per her instructions through the ring doorbell. mom and I got hardees on the way back and I ate too much oof. when we got home I replaced the mailbox, added fake windows to the garage door with mom, and put up cursive numbers over the garage with my sister’s help. we all got very frustrated when the screws werent going through the vinyl siding, so I went to the garage and grabbed a drill bit after my mom’s insistance that I use a nail. the brill bit worked really well and it’s all centered, and I think the new additions make the house look old but well kept. I thought the cursive lettering would look dumb but I kind of like it. we drove around the neighborhood a little bit so mom could prove thateople had garage door windows. we go home, rocked on the porch with our new rocking chairs, and went inside for a bit. I hung out in the backayrd with my cat and my sister while she wrote emails or something. my neighbor’s cat came over for a moment, standing around the corner and staing at us. then their dog broke through the fence again. normally I'm fine with it and think it’s cute, but lily was out there and their dog got too close and too crazy and she started hissing and swiping at it. I brought her inside until they could get the dog back. I kind of want their cats to come over to our yard as long (as they dont poop over here) because they're cute and I want to gain their trust and pet them. my legs hurt from playing kickball yesterday, so now I;m hanging out in bed. I got restless and felt like I should being doing something, so I opened my laptop to look at bar staet orientation stuff, but this was already up so I just started typing this instead lmao.
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