#like im sweaty and feel disgusting and like shit but this kid was SO fucking excited about his spiderman toy and wanted to talk and
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so many of you talk about the cruel adults in your childhood that negatively effected you and caused lifelong insecurity yet you're still perfectly fine with being that mean stranger to any kid that has the misfortune of existing around you and thats just really gross !!!
#like i get kids can be overwhelming for a various amount of reasons but its not going to kill you to treat children with basic human decency#adults can be just as overwhelming or annoying—if not more. yet if you talked to an another adult the same way you do to a kid#then ppl would fucking hate you and not want to be around you because youre not being cool and witty—youre just mean!!!#everyone has experienced the frustration of being a kid being mistreated by an adult. some more than others#rather its ignoring your bodily autonomy (from sa and assault to hugging you when you don't want to be touched to not letting you#make your own harmless choices like a haircut or whatever). everyone has been talked down to or had their opinion treated like its nothing#or that their thoughts or input doesn't matter. everyone has a childhood experience with a mean or judgemental adult#yet over and over ppl are fine just repeating that cycle of abuse and hatred#like youre a young adult and youre still getting treated like shit by older ones. but youre able to have a drink or you graduated or smthn#so now you feel like you earned that right to be judgemental & angry & mean to a group of people that didnt fucking do anything to you#anyways. this is because im sick and had to go to the store to get groceries and meds#so its a 20 minute walk to the nearest store in 108 degrees bc i dont have gas money and then in the store im ofc using a face mask#like im sweaty and feel disgusting and like shit but this kid was SO fucking excited about his spiderman toy and wanted to talk and#his mom said ‘i told you no one wants to hear about that crap leave her alone’ and like?? no fuck off let a kid be happy?? hes not fucking#doing anything wrong?? so we talked and he showed me the little tiy that lights up and asked if i saw the new spiderverse movie#and i told him i havent! so he asked why so i explained i have photosensitivity and what that means and why i cant see it#(‘even though i heard its super cool!’) and HE WAS SO SWEET... like immediately hid the toy because oh! flashing lights can hurt me!#and then immediately said dont worry because he'll tell me about it so its like i saw it instead!#and like. guys imma be honest with you. i stilm got no fucking idea what this movie's plot is.#but you bet your fucking ass i was pretending like i was following along & was going ‘no way!’ ‘so it's a parallel universe...?’ ‘oh wow!’#like yea its unnecessary. i felt oike i was gonna collapse and im still struggling to breathe at home now. but also i been the kid#who just wanted to talk about my interests and no one wanted to or was dismissing it.#i know it's not a end of the world deal but i also know that crushing feeling. you gotta be the kindness you want to see in the world yknow#anyways. be nice to kids or im not going to be nice to you. they're one of the most vulnerable members of our society and deserves kindness
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a manny and a pedi
pairing: steve rogers x f!reader
genre: fluff, mild angst
warnings: lil bit of violence
requested: by @maximeevansblog
Its almost mine birthday so, a one with Steve, it is the readers birtday and steve is taking the reader to the hair and nail salon, and that night he has a suprise party for the reader and he is nervous that she wont like his gift but she loves his gift
word count: ~1.3k
summary: it was supposed to be "y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?" it was supposed to be romantic. why, then, did it become "that's my fiancée, you fucking asshole!" "your... your what?"
author's note: hiya peeps! okay firstly, happy birthday @maximeevansblog ! hope you have a wonderful birthday! also, im sorry if i changed your prompt a tiny bit, i hope you still like it. enjoy!
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"Hey lover boy, what—"
"Oh Jesus Christ, Barnes!" Steve exclaimed, startled. Bucky laughed and clapped him on the back once. "What are you doing here, are you spying?" he teased his best friend, peeking past him to look into the room outside which he found Steve standing. Y/N was inside the room, talking to a guy while holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
"Y/N?! Your own girlfriend, Rogers?" Bucky admonished harshly in a whisper, pulling Steve away from the door. "It's not— I trust her completely, honest! It's the guy she's talking to, Manny. I swear to God he's trying to steal her from me—"
"Nobody is stealing me, Rogers, Manny's just a friend! No ulterior motives, he has already promised like a thousand times," Steve heard behind him and whirled around to see Y/N standing there with a smirk, an eyebrow raised. "You taking snooping lessons from Barnes now?" he muttered, "I know babe, I just—"
"Just nothing, Stevie, be happy! It's my birthday!" she laughed and gave him a tight hug, burrowing into his arms. To be honest, Y/N knew about Manny's intentions and Steve was right to worry; he flirted with her all the time, even when she insisted she was dating the ex-Captain America. But she knew better than to worry Steve.
He soothingly rubbed her back, swatting Bucky's hand away when he tried to run his fingers through her hair. "Stop it, that's my girlfriend," he pouted and both Bucky and Y/N burst out laughing. "She's like a sister; jeez, Rogers, tone it down a little bit," Bucky sighed and waved at the couple, walking away.
Steve and Y/N decided to go back to their room. They had been in a relationship for around 4 years now, and they weren't planning on stopping, ever. The only time Y/N would become Steve's ex-girlfriend was when she became his wife. Which he hoped she'd become soon, since he had a special birthday planned for her.
First, he was going to take her to a hair salon, then a manicure and pedicure, and finally, a picnic under the stars. There, he was finally going to pop the question: Y/N, will you marry me? After his retirement, that was all he wanted. A stable life; a wife, kids, maybe some pets. He was even ready to be a trophy husband, as Y/N was still in the Avengers Initiative.
"Steve? Steve!" He snapped out of his thoughts and gave Y/N a sheepish smile. "Sorry, pumpkin, lost in thoughts. So, uh, the flowers look nice," he stammered, looking everywhere but at the flowers which Y/N was putting in a vase. "Oh hush Rogers, you don't have to pretend to like them for me, I get it. I was just like that with you, you know?"
It was true, in the beginning of their relationship Y/N was what Steve was now. Jealous, overprotective, obsessed… somewhere along the line the roles were reversed. "I know, honey, I'm sorry… they're a birthday gift, I should be happy for you." He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.
"It's fine. So, I've received everyone's gift but yours, where is it?" she grinned coyly, reaching up to cup his cheek. Steve smirked against her skin and spun her around, bringing them back chest to chest. "In my pants," he whispered seductively. A few seconds passed and both of them burst out laughing.
"I swear to God, Stevie, if that's your only gift I'm gonna be really disappointed." Steve pouted and leaned forward to give her a sweet kiss. "First of all, ouch," he began, "And second, no that's not the only gift. I have a really fun day planned for us, you up for it?" Y/N's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly, jumping into his arms. "Aw, Steve, I love you so much!"
"I love you too, princess. Now for the first gift—"
"Ste— oh…"
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"I. Look. Freaking. Amazing!"
Steve smiled softly as Y/N admired herself in the mirror. They had just returned from the mani-pedi session, and Y/N was feeling the most refreshed she had in years. She had also gotten a fantastic new hairstyle, complete with a different hair colour. Y/N was feeling like a new person, all thanks to Steve. She turned to him with a huge smile.
"Words cannot express how much I love you," she began, giving him a tight hug, "But numbers can. 1 million out of 10!" Steve laughed at her excitement, gently playing with her hair as he held her close. "But the best part awaits: the picnic! We still have a few hours to go, maybe I can go some for training?"
"Sure, and I'm going to take some pictures and post them to all my social media sites! Oh my God, this is fantastic—" Steve laughed at Y/N's squeals and left the room, feeling giddier and happier than he was in the morning. You see, Steve was kind of nervous the whole day. First, it was because of Manny, second, he was worried she wouldn't like his gifts and third, will she say yes?
Two out of the three concerns were gone. It was the pesky last one that ran through his mind the whole time he was in the gym. After an hour, Steve decided to go back to their room to relax for a while under the Air Conditioner; he didn't want to be a smelly, sweaty mess on the most important night of his life.
As he was walking towards their room, though, Steve happened to bump into Y/N. And… Manny. Manny took one step forward, Y/N took a step back. One step forward, one step back as Y/N held her hands out in front of her, protecting herself. Without even bothering to know the full story, Steve rushed over and punched Manny straight on the nose.
He fell back with a groan as Y/N gasped, covering her mouth. "That's my fiancée, you fucking asshole! Have some respect for other people's relationships, she said no, no means no!" he yelled, so loud that a few others came over to check on them. Bucky, Sam, Peter, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Bruce and Natasha, all stood a few feet away, watching with wide eyes.
Y/N's head snapped towards Steve when he called her his fiancée. "Your… your what?" she whispered, and Steve finally realized what he had blurted out. Shit. "I… I was going to ask you tonight at the picnic— it was supposed to be romantic, damn it Manny, you ruined—" His speech was cut short as Y/N immediately took him in her arms, kissing him deeply.
"Yes, Steve, I will marry you," she mumbled with a small, teary smile that Steve mimicked as he brought her in for another kiss. They only stopped when they heard the massive applause coming from the others. "Congratulations, you guys, this is brilliant news! Who's the best man?" Sam hollered.
Steve hugged Y/N closer, wiping his tears off with a chuckle. "Well, I was thinking—"
"I'll be honored," Sam grinned, scowling when Bucky smacked him across the head. "He was going to ask me," Bucky sneered and Steve rolled his eyes. "If you keep bickering like that, I'll ask Bruce," he snarked and Bruce laughed as both Bucky and Sam quieted instantly. "Where's the fucking ring, Rogers, there's no proposal without a ring!"
"The ring is in the bedroom, I was training and that's no place for a precious jewel," Steve answered and Y/N smiled into his arms, burrowing her face further into his chest.
"Yes, the hair salon was great. The mani and pedi— not that Manny, Steve— was also great. But this, by far, was the best birthday present I got today," she whispered to him. "What about the sex? Am I becoming an old man now—" Y/N pushed Steve with a disgusted look on her face as everyone else gagged and groaned. "Rogers, it was a sweet moment!"
"Sorry, sorry, couldn't help myself, it just came— there it is again!"
"Blergh, fuck you, man!"
"I deserved it."
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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you liked it!
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x y/n#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x female reader#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers oneshot#steve rogers headcanon#captain america#chris evans x reader#chris evans x you#chris evans x y/n#chris evans x female reader#chris evans characters#disney#mcu#marvel#avengers#fanfic#writing#writeblr
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SCP AU part 2
*Jaune is pushed into a room with a bag over his face before the door shuts on him*
Jaune, slightly muffled: H-HEY! I SAID LET ME GO DAMNIT! *cautiously reaches for bag and touches it before ripping it off*
Jaune, immediately turning to the door and banging on it: I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS BETTER LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! WHAT KINDA FUCKED SOCIAL EXPERIMENT IS THIS?! *continue banging*
Jaune, continuing his assault on the door: MY MOM’S A LAWYER BY THE WAY! SHE’LL SUE YOUR ASSES, I SWEAR IT! SHE’LL SUE YOUR ASS SO HARD THAT WE’LL GET FINANCIAL CONPENSATION FROM YOUR DAMN GRAND KIDS! *bangs louder* YOU HEAR ME! HELLO.....IM SERIOUS.....nobody can hear me, can they?
Pyrrha: I can hear you.
*Jaune squeaks loudly before getting in a karate stance while turning to see a tall redhead girl around his age with vivid green eyes sitting on a bed*
Jaune, internally: What the fuck?! How long has she been here?!
Pyrrha, awkwardly waving: Hello.
Jaune, awkwardly waving back: Uh..hi.
*an awkward silence fall on the two, with the blonde slightly blushing and the redhead staring at him with interest*
Jaune, internally: Holy shit, she’s pretty. My god, she absolutely stunning. She has got to be the prettiest girl I’ve seen in my li— Wait Wait, Jauney-Boy, you're getting side tracked. What the fuck is going on in here, and why did those guys put me in a room with a very hot girl with really long and smooth legs— GAH, HORMONES THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT MATTERS TO ATTEND TO!
Pyrrha: *giggles while slightly blushing*
Jaune, terrified:......w-was I t-talking out loud?
Pyrrha: Hmm? Oh no. *smiles teasingly* Why? What were you thinking about?
Jaune, voice cracking: N-nothing. Nothing at— *clears throat* H-hey, I’m Jaune.
Pyrrha, smiling: Pyrrha, charmed.
Jaune, internally: Wow, even her name is pretty.
Pyrrha: *snickers cutely*
*Jaune looks around to see what she’s snickering at to see nothing*
Jaune, shrugging it off: So uhm....they tricked you with the social experiment, huh?
*Pyrrha thinks for a moment, before a coy smile gets plastered on her lips*
Pyrrha: Yeah, you can say something like that.
Jaune: Damn. Who the hell are these people, and you have any idea what they even want from us?
Pyrrha, shaking her head: Your guess is as good as mine.
Jaune, sighing: Great. Isn’t today just wonderful. Should’ve known that offer was too good to be true. *slide his back against the wall until he’s sitting* Teach me not to read documents people tell me to sign.
*MEANWHILE, SOMETIME LATER*
Cinder, sighing: Wow, great plan, Roman. We are learning things about her so fast.
Roman: This takes patience, Cinder.
Cinder, frustrated: The boy haven’t even said anything to her for the past 5 minutes! He’s just sitting his ass on the floor. The boy is socially handicapped!
Roman: That’s not my fault! You're the one who pick him!
Cinder: Well you were the one to make this stupid plan in the first place! How will the boy even ask her about her powers in the first place if he doesn't even know that he needs to ask?!
Roman: Geez, I don't know! How did I know about you being an only child?
Cinder: Be—
Roman: Because I asked you as a curious person who wants to know about my friend! Now believe it or but if I got under the assumption that you started reading my mind, you bet your ass I would ask you about it, especially if I was trapped in a small room with you!
Cinder: But why would SCP-312 answer the question if she knows what we're trying to—
Roman, urgently: Hush! Something's happening!
*MEANWHILE*
Jaune: *has been moving uncomfortably on the floor for the past 5 minutes*
Pyrrha, scooting in her bed: Hey, you wanna sit next to me? The floor looks pretty uncomfortable.
Jaune: Really? You're alright with that?
Pyrrha, smiling warmly: Of course. The bed's large enough. *Pat beside her* Here.
Jaune, slightly blushing: O-oh, Uh, sure then. Thanks.
*Jaune walks over to the bed before sitting down, his cheeks crimsoning*
Pyrrha: There, is that better?
Jaune: Y-yeah. T-thanks.
Pyrrha: Youre welcome:
*Once again the room fall to silence as the boy looks everywhere but at the very attractive girl he's shoulder to shoulder with*
Jaune, internally: God, what's wrong with me?! I just got kidnnapped yet I'm more worried about this super hot girl sitting next to me! I can barely form coherent sentences around her! Damn, my hands are all sweaty too! She's so close! I can feel her body warmth! Just calm down, Jauney. Calm down already. Take a deep breath, and try to strike up a conversation with her. This silence is deafening.
Jaune, taking a deep breath: So, what—
Pyrrha: *Facing Jaune with a warm smile*
Jaune, voice wavering: —y-y-your.......*turns away in embarrassment*
Jaune, internally: For god sake! I can’t get used to that smile! It’s like beautiful personified. God damnit. I need to keep a conversation going, at least until those guys come back! Okay think! What did mom tell me about talking to girls?
A memory starts playing inside Jaune’s head with his mother’s voice: Remember Sweetie, women love wedding rings, but they love babies more.
Jaune, internally:.....is...is that it?! Really?! That’s literally the only advice my mother has ever given more for girls. How the hell is baby propaganda supposed to help me in this situation?! What kinda— okay, calm down. I have another parent. What did dad tell me?
Another memory starts playing in Jaune’s head, this time with his father’s voice: Son, I have absolutely no idea how I managed to make your mother fall for me. I am not the man you should be asking. You’ll probably have a better shot asking the stars that question.
Jaune, internally:.........I’m going to die alone, aren’t I? My parents managed to make the opposite sex so completely alien to me, despite me having 7 sisters! What he actual fuck?! This is an absolute disaster! This can’t get any worst!
*Jaune then remembers one crucial detail of the predicament he’s in*
Jaune, internally: OH GOD! I FORGOT I WAS ALSO KIDNAPPED! WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS TODAY?! I’M PROBABLY GOING TO DIE IN HERE AND I CANT EVEN STRIKE UP A CONVERSATION WITH THE GIRL WHO WILL POSSIBLY DIE WITH ME! I AM A DISGRACE TO EVERY ARC TO EVER LIVE! I CAN FEEL MY ANCESTORS LOOKING AT ME WITH DISGUST! OH GOD! WHAT THE—
*Suddenly Jaune’s nerves instantly drop and a calm aura surrounds him, almost like it just completely disappeared and got replace with an warm and inviting energy*
Jaune, confused: Huh?
*The weight on Jaune’s hand then became evident, as he looked down and found Pyrrha’s hand gently lying on his, almost reassuringly*
Jaune, slightly blushing:.........
Pyrrha, in soothing tone: So, tell me about yourself.
Jaune, no longer feeling nervous for a reason he doesn’t know why:...........well, I just graduated from college.
*MEANWHILE*
Cinder, frantically: WRITE THAT DOEN, WRITE THAT DOWN!
Roman, equally as frantic: I AM! I AM!
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stfu ↝ vinnie hacker x reader
a/n: this is my first time writing a vinnie fic so enjoy.
summary: in which vinnie and the reader fight all the time and everyone calls them out.
warnings: swearing
gif found on google
you sit cross-legged in the grass at the skate park with your friends, the sun setting, giving off a orang-ish glow resting on the park. you scroll on your phone before switching to the music app to change the song playing through the speakers. “can you turn that shit off? it’s distracting.” you hear from above you. you squint your eyes and look up to see vinnie hovering over you, an annoyed expression on his face. “can you fuck off?” you sneer, looking back down at your phone and continue to play your game, ignoring his presence. “bitch.” you hear him whisper under his breath before he walks away, causing you to drastically roll your eyes and mentally flip him off.
a few moments later, aaron comes and sits beside you, sweaty and out of breath. “hey y/n/n. whatcha doin?” he asks, leaning over to look at your phone. “playing a game. why? whats up?” you ask, turning off your phone and turning your attention to the curly brunette in front of you. “i don’t know, you’ve been keeping to yourself the whole time we’ve been here, so i figured i’d come to make sure that you’re ok.” he smiles at you, resting his weight on his hands and kicking his legs out in front of you.
vinnie watches from afar as he skates, his eyes glaring daggers into aaron and you as he watches aaron nudge you, a smile on his face. you laugh loudly at something he said, causing jealousy to rise up in him. he skates over to troy and justin who are talking about a trick that they are trying to accomplish. “look at her. hoeing around with everyone in the friend group. god, i can’t stand her.” vinnie blurts, causing the two boys to look at him and then over to you and aaron. “they’re literally talking, vinnie. calm down. she doesn’t hoe around.” troy responds, shaking his head at his friend.
vinnie looks at troy confused, “uhm, yes, she does hoe around. she flirts with everyone in our friend group.” troy rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “has she ever flirted with you?” vinnie looks at troy, taken aback, “well- no-”
“exactly,” troy cuts him off, “so stop.” he turns back to justin who is watching vinnie staring at you, an intense stare in his eyes. justin sighs and places his hands on the back of his head, “vinnie just admit that you’re jealous. seriously, just admit it.”
“what?? are you fucking joking? that is the most wack thing i have ever heard. how could i be jealous of that?” vinnie asks, sounding disgusted as he rambles on, not noticing you and aaron making your way over to the three of them. “whats up?” you ask, noticing justin and troy smirking at vinnie who is rambling away. vinnie quickly turns to you, “none of your business.” you scoff, crossing your arms, “was i fucking asking you?”
vinnie rolls his eyes, turning back to you, “can you go away? bye.” aaron nudges vinnie, a disappointed look on his face. “vinnie, stop being a dick for once. she has done nothing to you.” he defends you, looking at troy with a ‘who the fuck pissed in his cheerios’ look. justin groans and throws his hands in the air when you and vinnie start arguing back and forth, “oh my god, can you two just admit your feelings and shut the fuck up?!”
everyone goes silent, wide eyes all on justin.��“im not kidding, you two obviously like each other so stop being stubborn assholes and admit it.” vinnie fake gags as you stare at justin, a shocked look on your face. your heart races as he just practically exposed your secret in front of everyone. “are you fucking mental?” you ask him, trying to play it off like his words didn’t have an affect on you.
“y/n, just admit it-” you cut justin off, a scoff escaping your throat as you shove your phone in your hoodie pocket, “im gonna head out. bye.” you quickly turn around hearing the boys call after you. you ignore them and quickly make your way to your car. justin sighs and rubs his eyes, knowing he upset you.
everyone turns to vinnie who is silently contemplating his life choices. aaron shoves him forward, “don’t be a pussy and go after her. im serious.” vinnie lets out an airy sigh, running a hand through his hair before jogging after you. he spots you near your car with keys in your hand pressing the unlock button. “stop.” he shouts, causing you to glance at him confusingly. “vinnie what the fuck do you wan-” he cuts you off, a quick and quiet “shut the fuck up” before grabbing your face and placing his lips onto yours.
you melt into the kiss, shocked, confused, all of the above. you both pull away, staring at each other with wide eyes and swollen lips. “what the fuck was that?” you ask quietly, your brows furrowed. “i-” he stops, his eyes wandering around the parking lot, “im sorry for being such a dick to you. i really like you but i was too much of a pussy to do anything about it so i was an ass to you and im sorry and-” you shake your head and chuckle at his rambling, taking a step forward and passionately kissing him.
you pull away, a shy smile on your lips, “you were rambling.” you joke, causing vinnie to smile widely, a small airy laugh leaving his lips. “i do that a lot, don’t i?” he asks, his hands on his hips. you nod and put your finger under his chin, pulling him in again, “yeah, you do. and you need to shut the fuck up.” you laugh, a wide grin on your face before kissing him again, not pulling away for a little while longer.
the three watch from afar, cheering the two of you on, happy that you both finally admitted your feelings. with smiles on their faces, they look at each other and high five each other.
finally, you two shut the fuck up.
#vinniehacker#vinnie hacker x reader#vinnie hacker#vincent hacker#vhackerr#tiktok imagines#vinnie hacker fic#vinnie hacker fluff#vinnie hacker smut#vinnie hacker angst
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Please Take Me Home...
A/n: Back again with an annual post wahoo. Anyway, I hope yall are doing okay and staying safe. (Heads up I didn’t edit this well)
!Feel free to send constructive criticism!
Summary: Peter is drunk and alone and he wants to go home. Little did he know, asking you for a ride home would be one of the best decisions he ever made.
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, underaged drinking, sad peter, Ion kno.
The music was loud and the air was warm. The house was full of nearly one hundred sweaty bodies colliding into one another, yet somehow Peter managed to still feel alone.
Deep breaths he told himself
Yet with every passing gasp for air the sensation of suffocating only grew stronger. He wanted to get out of there, and he wanted to get out now.
For the past hour he had been on a search for Ned and Mj, and as much as it pained him to do so, he was coming to terms with the fact that they had left him, and therefore so did his ride. (Not that they'd ever do that, but let's just assume they thought he had already left or something)
Good god did he wish that he had never been talked into coming, and god did he wish that he wasn’t still there.
Yet no matter how hard he wished or how tight he shut his eyes, every time they opened he was still there. Surrounded. Not only by people, but with booze, loud music, and the disgusting warmth that was radiating off the flesh of every sweaty intoxicated teenager.
At that very moment everything was wrong. His head was throbbing, rhythmic pounding clouding any coherent thought he had, and surely the loud bass wasn’t helping
Peter knew that you also had attended the party, but subconsciously he had been trying his best to avoid you in any way possible.
You see, it wasn't because he disliked you or anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
You and Peter got along great. The bond between You, Mj, Ned, and Peter was unbreakable and he loved spending time with you, but despite your friendly personality, Peter was appalled at the idea of talking to you. He couldn’t help it. Any time he was around you, he reeked of insecurity. Feeling as though he wasn’t good enough. You weren’t popular per say, but the way you held yourself in such a laid back yet confident manner had somehow managed to leave a great impression with just about everyone. And it was that fact about you that made Peter doubt himself. He’d tell himself that he was much too boring or too ‘lame’ to be around you. And although he knew you’d never think that about him yourself, he’d instantaneously tense up and get painfully awkward the second you walked into the room, and that alone that made him fear your presence.
(It also didn't really help that he had the worst crush on you.. Like seriously the worst. As in staying up till 2:00 am stalking your social media type of bad.)
Despite Peter's dread, he was beginning to realize that he wasn't exactly given a choice. There was no one else in the house even remotely worth talking to except you. And with that in mind Peter began his second search of the night.
It only took him about two solid minutes to give up, in which he resorted to just tapping someone on the shoulder and asking.
“HEY! DO YOU KNOW WHERE (Y/N) IS?” He shouted, unable to hear his own voice over the sound of the blaring music.
“OH YEAH! HE’S UPSTAIRS IN THE ROOM TO THE LEFT...I THINK” Was the slurred response he received.
“OH UHH OKAY. THANK YOU” Peter replied.
“YEAH ANYTIME MAN” he heard behind him as he beelined to the staircase.
Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth he reminded himself as he made his way up the stairs, trying to build up courage with every step he passed.
He took one last deep breath, attempting to calm the violent shaking occurring within his hands. He formed them into a fist and brought one up to the door, sending a knock that would echo throughout the hallway.
“Come in~” he heard from behind the door, giving him permission to enter.
As soon as the door creaked open, he was met face to face with a thick cloud of smoke. He stepped inside, taking in a deep breath, flooding his nose with the stench of marijuana before almost immediately making eye contact with you.
“Peteyyyy” You sang out, halting the conversation you were previously having
,but before Peter had the chance to respond, his voice hitched in the back of his throat and an overwhelming feeling of warmth tremored throughout his body. He knew something bad was about to happen. He knew he was going to puke...
“Uhhh, s-sorry. Wrong room.” He muttered out, making a 180 degree turn before bolting out the door. His palms began to sweat and his mouth salivated heavily. He tried to breathe and suppress the violent urge to puke, but knew that there was no hope. He ran to the closest bathroom, not bothering to knock as he bursted through the door slamming it shut behind him. He made his way to the (thankfully already open) toilet and emptied out his stomach. He continued to gag, and eventually made himself comfortable on the bathroom floor when he felt he was finished. He flushed the contents down and rested his cheek on the toilet seat only to then perk his head up when he heard a light knock on the bathroom door.
“Hey Petey, you doin’ okay in there?”
“Y-yeah im okay! Just a little...tired that's all!” He rushed out, internally smacking himself in the face. “Just a little tired”? What the fuck Peter.
He heard the door open and rushed into a sitting position, trying to appear as normal.
You sauntered in, closing the toilet lid and taking a seat on it.
“You doin’ okay?” You repeated.
“Yeah, i’m just fine. Y’know.. like I said.” He responded, flashing you a forced smile.
You rolled your eyes at him and gave his hair a gentle pet.
“You sure? You seem... off.” you uttered, handing him a bottle of water.
Peter sighed accepting your offer, moving his eyes down to his feet.
“I just don’t really want to be here right now.” he said before taking a swig.
“Shit...I’m sorry.” you sighed out.
“There anything I could do to help?”
Peter brought his sorrow filled eyes back up to yours,
“I-is there any way you could take me home?”
“Fuck. Baby you know I would if I could, but I’m uh... not exactly sober right now.” You responded, guilt lacing your words, as you began to regret your decisions.
“Baby”. He knew it was a word that you’d throw around to any of your close friends, but he couldn't suppress the warm feeling that burned throughout his body when it rolled off your tongue.
Peter let out a shy chuckle continuing to sip from the bottle and replied
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
“Looks like neither of us are driving.” You said with a deep chuckle.
“Where’s Ned and Mj? I bet they’d help.” You asked after a few seconds of silence.
“Gone.”
“Oh...” Was all you could find yourself responding with.
You stood up from where you sat, extending your hand out to Peter.
“Lets get outta here. Even if it's just for a bit.” You said with a slanted smile.
You helped him up slowly, placing your free hand on his lower back, directing him towards the door.
Peter waited at the top of the stairs while you notified your friends of your departure.
As soon as you returned you took a hold of his hand and guided him down the stairs and out the door. A small gust of wind met your face as the door shut behind you. The sweat gathered on the back of Peter's neck began to fade and the throbbing in his head lessened. Not completely, but enough for it to be bearable.
“Feels good to be out of there huh?” You said almost as if you had read his mind, compelling him to nod in agreement.
The two of you began to walk in a random direction, hands still together. Peter's mind racing a million miles a minute.
“Where did Ned and Mj go?”
“Is (Y/n) annoyed that he has to spend time with me?”
“Oh god, my hands are sweating aren't they…”
“What... you nervous or somethin?” You giggled, raising your connected hands into the air and squishing them together to emphasize the fact that they were sticky.
If it weren’t for the fact that it was nearly 1:00 in the morning and there were no cars out, Peter swore he would’ve jumped in front of one without hesitation.
“Oh um, i’m sorry...” He muttered, embarrassment flooding his system, so much to the point it nearly put the boy in tears.
“Awe, c’mon I'm just kidding around” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Oh ha-haaa” Peter replied sarcastically, sending you a childish pout.
You bumped your hip into his as a friendly gesture, causing him to stumble a bit.
“It’s...cute.”
“Cute.” He muttered, moreso to himself than you.
The two of you continued to walk, not even sure where it was you planned on going. The silence grew thicker with every passing second, but Peter was much too caught up in his own thoughts to even notice. You released his grip, bringing him back to reality, and went to dig around your pocket.
“Aha-” you brought your hand back up, displaying a pair of airpods (or any bluetooth ones idrc)
“You want it?” You asked, wiggling your phone in the air.
“O-oh! Sure!” he said, snatching it and placing it in his ear.
You put on (S/n). (‘Song name’, I humbly recommend ‘One Last Time by Summer Salt’) Peter's nerves settled as the rhythm of the song blared through his ears, drowning out his pesky thoughts.
You grabbed his hand again and started to swing it to the beat. Peter stared at you in awe as you swayed your head from side to side, meandering a bit as you walked. Eventually you swung your arm around Peter's shoulder, forcing him to move with you. If it weren't for the alcohol he probably would have laughed it off and nudged you, but instead he immitated your actions and began to sway overdramatically. That continued until you came to an abrupt stop and pointed. Peter followed you gaze, finding himself staring at a park.
You looked at him for a long second before bolting off towards the park without warning.
“Hey!” Peter yelped out, out eventually following your lead.
You ran and clumsily dove into a swing set, pushing yourself up off the ground, in a ‘superman’ pose before you came back down, dragging your hands and feet through the wood chips. You swung back and forth a few times before Peter came up and pushed your back so you rose up once again.
“Excuse you!” You laughed out flailing your legs in attempt to get him off of you, before ‘gracefully’ sliding off so that you stumbled for a second before ending up on your ass.
“You look like a dumbass” Peter said with a bright smile, kicking some wood chips at you.
You stood up, brushing your self off while looking him in the eyes
“and you love it” you said with a wink.
“Shut up” He said, lightly shoving your chest and turning away to hide his blush.
After that the two of you messed around, sliding down slides, and fucking around on the monkey bars until you eventually ended up laying down in a grass field looking up at the stars.
The two of you talked about everything. College, work, the party, Peters ‘internship’, everything.
“Why don’t we talk more?” you sighed out as you sat back up.
“I don’t know...” Peter lied, whilst clumsily rolling over to rest his head on your thigh.
“Well. We should.” You stated, moving so that you were looking down into his eyes. You stayed in the position for what felt like forever, enjoying the gentle wind, as you analyzed Peters features.
You pulled out your phone, breaking the silence after reading the time
2:30 am
“You wanna head back?” You asked, ruffling Peter's hair.
“Back where exactly?”
“My place?”
“Sure” Peter yawned.
You turned your music back up once you were both standing, hands interlocking once again as you started your adventure for the second time that night.
Once you returned to the house, you saw that the lights were still on and the music was very much still blaring.
You opened the car door on Peters side before walking around and getting in yourself.
As the two of you got seated Peter handed you your head phone back and let his body relax.
You reached into the back and pulled up a soft blanket, handing it to Peter.
You turned the radio on, keeping the volume low as you gave yourself some time to completely sober up. You turned to Peter so you could continue the conversation from earlier, only to be met with a sleeping boy.
Drool dribbled from his lips and slight snores emitted from him. His hair was a mess and boy did he not look comfortable, but you thought it was sweet nonetheless.
You pulled your phone out and snapped a picture of him.
You were definitely gonna show him that in the morning
After about another 30 minutes of simply relaxing, you turned the key and drove off.
Peter mumbled in his sleep as you nudged him for what was probably the hundredth time, only waking up when you smacked him in the back of the head. You led him to the apartment door and unlocked it, kicking your shoes off to the side as soon as you entered.
Once you reached your room, you swung the door open, signaling for him to enter before you.
“Such a gentleman” Peter said in a groggy voice, before making himself comfortable and plopping onto your bed. He nearly fell back asleep until he was abruptly hit by a flock of clothes.
“There ya go- figured you’d want em’ since we're covered in dirt.” You chuckled
“Oh yeah...and this” tossing him a brand new toothbrush.
You tore your shirt off and chucked it into a random corner, grabbing some clean sweatpants as you made your way to the bathroom.
You turned around at the door, noticing that Peter had been staring at you
“I’ll be right back”
After brushing your teeth and changing, you came back out. Peter taking your previous position in the bathroom.
In the meantime you got comfortable, rearranging the pillows so that they were equally distributed.
Peter eventually came back out dressed in your clothes, looking almost as if he were drowning in your hoodie. If you could have snapped a picture right then and there, you would have, but simply seeing him like that was enough for you.
You lifted up the blanket signalling for him to join you, and he did so after turning off all the lights.
You both laid next to each other in the dark for a bit before you heard Peter turn to face you.
You turned your head just so that you could just make out his general figure. Despite it being dark, you could see that Peter was looking up at you with his puppy like eyes.
“Could you uhm... could you maybe hold me?” He stammered out.
You smiled softly, not that he could see it, and wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him into you, and allowing himself to burrow in and get as warm as possible.
“Of course Peter” you whispered into his hair
“Of course...”
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worry - rafe cameron
request - Hi 💕 I was wondering if you could do #13 and #16 of angst with Rafe maybe?
13. ‘im worried about you’
16. ‘are you hurt?’ ‘no.’ ‘then why are there bruises all over your face?’
synopsis - rafe gets into a fight and y/n is extremely worried for the boy
a/n - hi ! so in this reader is a kinda bitchy kook lmaoo i feel like it fit more, and it kinda became a little fluffy at the end
t/w - mentions of fighting (duh), swears, cocaine mentions
w/c - 1,176
taglist - to be added go here - @teenwaywardasgardian @write-from-the-heart
rafe cameron was, in words, a piece of shit. he did drugs, smoked, and even got into fights all the time. and while nothing except rehab could fully stop this, y/n could slow the process. y/n y/l/n was rafe’s long time girlfriend, dating for a full two years. of course, like any relationship, they had their ups and downs. but at the end of the day, they wanted needed each other. they could barely go a few hours apart without constant texts or even calling. so when rafe disappeared for two days, y/n was beyond worried.
y/n rushed around the outer banks, looking for any sign of her boyfriend. she stomped the sand, creating a small dune for her foot to lay. the boys phone was either shut off or died, but y/n didn’t care. whining loudly, she pushed past a group of tourons where she spotted the pogues. rolling her eyes at their loud antics, she marched her way over there to speak to sarah. catching her eye, the blonde girl smiled at her older brothers girlfriend.
“hi, y/n.” sarah spoke in a sultry sweet tone, making y/n fake a smile.
“hi, sarah. and.. others.” she looked around at the group, all of them who looked at her with a face of utter disgust. “do you know where your fucking brother is?” her lips pursed, anger coursing through her veins. she heard jj and john b scoff, muttering something to each other that both got them a respective slap from kiara and pope. shaking her head, y/n faced sarah again.
sarah shrugged, leaning against her boyfriend. “why would i know?”
“maybe because hes your brother?” y/n rolled her eyes, “whatever. if he shows up, tell him hes in deep shit.” she seethed, turning and walking away from the kook and to her car. sliding into the front seat, she turned the key and texted topper.
hey topper. wheres rafe? she texted, waiting a moment before reading the read notification. groaning, she slammed the phone down beside her and hit her head on the steering wheel. pulling out of the parking spot, y/n took off down the road to her self. she bit the inside of her cheek, fingers tapping along to the radio as she tried to distract herself. while she loved rafe, he worried her sometimes. actually, not even sometimes, all the time. with his crippling drug issues and anger issues, nothing good could come from him being missing.
pulling into her house, y/n stepped out of the car and made her way inside. there, sat at the kitchen table, was her boyfriend. he sat there silently, not hearing the girl drop her keys to the wooden floor. rushing over, y/n shook the boys shoulder and pulled him into a hug.
grumbling softly, rafe pulled away from the contact. he never met her eyes, looking around the room. “are you kidding me? where have you been?” y/n brought her hand to his cheek, which made rafe meet her eyes finally. he flinched from the sudden touch, making his girlfriend back away. his pupils were dilated, and generally he seemed out of it. his legs bounced at a rapid pace, smiling softly at y/n.
“i-uh.. i did something. bad.” rafe spoke in a soft tone, flicking his head to the side as to move the normally gelled back hair. “barry and i. shit. we got uhhh..” his words didn’t seem to form correctly, stuttering many times.
y/n slowly brought her hand to his face again, rubbing her thumb in circles. “tell me after, baby... just for now.. are you hurt?” it was an obvious question, the bruises littering his face gave the answer away. the girl was trying to distract him from what he was struggling to say.
rafe shook his head, “no. nah.” he shrugged, looking back at y/n.
“then why are there bruises all over your face? my love, you don’t.. you.. you’re safe here.” y/n whispered, pulling rafe close to hug him. he stiffened at the touch, but seemed to relax quickly. she stood between his legs now, rubbing his back as she tried to calm her obviously high boyfriend. she pulled away, examining his face before taking his hand to examine it too. his face had cuts and bruises, his hand looking the same. she frowned, pulling him up and bringing him to the large bathroom.
rafe stumbled behind her, blinking hard as he sat on the counter. he ignored what y/n said to him, obviously questioning how this happened as she cleaned him up. “i didn’t pay barry back fast enough. he got mad and we started to fight. he got me pretty good, and then i... i just walked. i don’t know where. i was at the lighthouse, i think. then i remembered i had coke and... shit man i don’t know.” everything seemed like a blur after that. his eyes shut, memories flooding back to the fight.
y/n silently cleaned him up, deciding it’d be better to not ask any questions until he was sober. she wiped his hands clean, looking up at his face. his leg continued to shake, making the girl put a gentle hand on it. flinching, his eyes squeezed together before opening again. she had a look of concern, slowly dragging him off the counter. it was now midday, sun shining through the windows. they went up the stairs (though rafe fell more times then he’d care to admit), y/n dragging him to her bedroom.
they fell onto the bed together, rafe laying on top of y/n. she cuddled him close, rubbing his back and tracing different shapes onto it. it was silent, rafe’s eyes slowly shutting after they stayed like this. he didn’t sleep, just laid there silently. he seemed to slowly be sobering up, now able to control his racing thoughts.
“’m sorry i worried you.” rafe spoke up, catching y/n’s attention.
y/n sighed softly, hands moving from his back to his hair to massage his scalp. “its okay, my love.” her tone was gentle, fingers running through his sweaty hair. “i just.. i’m worried about you.”
rafe didn’t respond, biting his lip as he listened to her heartbeat. “i don’t want something to happen to you. i mean, you haven’t showered in two days because you’ve been fighting a drug dealer and doing coke.” she chuckled to herself as she said it outside, the chuckle slowly turning into a deep sigh.
“i can stop. i swear. i’ll go to rehab for you i just.. you... you mean the world to me. i dont want you worried about.. me.” rafe spoke softly, voice cracking.
“just want you safe.” y/n’s eyes shut, leaning her head back onto the pillow. she continued to run her hands through his hair.
they stayed like this for a while, neither of them talking. soon, they both fell asleep in that position.
#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x reader#angst#cocaine#sarah cameron#sarah x john b#jj maybank#jj x kiara#kiara#kiara carrera#pope#pope heyward#obx#outer banks#request#fluff
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hhhhhhhhhhfdg dumb venting about cramps & pcos and other random period bullshit under the cut
As someone with pcos like i feel a really strong love/hate relationship with my period because on the one hand, i’m so so so so so so grateful that my reproductive system is still working, albeit kinda brokenly, because i so desperately want children in the very near future, and i feel like if i ever talk shit about my period, i’m somehow jinxing that and risking not being able to have kids one day -- i know the whole thing is paranoid lol
HOWEVER god almighty does this hurt. I am in so much pain that sitting up literally makes me throw up, every single one of my joints is snapping like a twig because im so dehydrated but every time i go to drink water i feel ill. Everything hurts and my hormones are raging and im just so sad and irritated and it’s 95 degrees today so on top of ALL THAT i’m disgusting and sweaty.
It’s 6:30pm and i haven’t eaten or had anything to drink at all and now my sugar is starting to really badly crash but i can’t do anything about it because you guessed it, i can’t get up. I’m just so miserable. Like so wildly miserable, all i’ve been doing this entire day is lying on my heating pad and watching youtube and its just pathetic and miserable and im in so. much. pain.
my folks just ran out to pick up dinner for me, like enough so i’ll have leftovers and won’t need to cook through the weekend which im so grateful for, but i don’t even know if i’ll be able to eat anything today! or if i can, i don’t know if i’ll be able to keep it down.
i hate complaining about stuff like this because i dont want to jinx anything for the future me but like i cannot even describe to you how much i hate this and how gross and crummy i feel. my hair is so greasy im sweaty im bloated my joints hurt my back hurts and i’m sad and hungry lmao. what a fucking mess.
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i hate drawing kirishima so fucking much hes literally the worst character in the world to draw. hes so stupid. like i love him hes one of my favorite characters i want to make that very clear but look at him. he has long hair but instead of the normal options for getting it out of the way like a) putting it up in a ponytail or braid b) using a headband or bandana or c) i GUESS using a little gel to push it back or something he. spikes it all the way up into fucking HORNS like who does that how much gel does that take. HORNS. there are people in this universe with real horns why would you make hair horns. i dont know but its also canon that his hair is naturally black which means he bleaches it which means that shit absolutely feels like HAY when its brushed out and not rock hard in a horn crown or whatever he wears on a day to day basis. how early does he get up to spike it up like that every day. how much gel does he fucking use. and it hurts me to think about because when it IS down ITS STILL STIFF LIKE THAT LIKE IT STICKS OUT
IMAGINE RUNNING YOUR FINGERS THROUGH THAT. YOU CANT BECAUSE ITS STILL STIFF FROM GEL IT PROBABLY FEELS STIFF WHEN HE SHOWERS TOO IF THATS SOMETHING HE EVEN DOES IT LOOKS SO CRUSTY AND DISGUSTING
anyway. look at his costume again i need you to look at it
theres. so much going on here. im pretty sure there was a page in the manga that picked apart all the features of his costume and like, half of them were DESIGNED to break. that mask has absolutely NO function other than a) being hard to draw b) probably being uncomfortable and c) shattering at the very beginning of every fight. he probably needs to replace it every week. his shirt is JUST sleeves and fingerless gloves. what are those on his shoulders because they literally look like they would slip off every 3 seconds. is that what the strap across his chest is for? why not just have a shirt. just wear a shirt please. he’s wearing a cloak/kilt/something OVER pants. on top of them. if you wore that in a room temperature environment everyone around you would be perfectly comfortable and youd have sweat dripping down your legs and squishy feet and sweaty armpits and your chest would be freezing. literally as someone with sensory issues his outfit hurts to look at its just so HEAVY. WHY would you choose to fight in that theres literally no upside it just looks ugly and uncomfortable and it sucks to draw because of that stupid fucking mask. his agility is already limited because of his quirk and he just weighs himself down with useless shit while also not bothering to wear a SHIRT. and the R looks like team rocket a LOT and its fucking stupid
like kirishimas quirk is hardening so why does ALL of his costume serve as impractical protection? its function should be AGILITY, since his body gets heavier, and it should be loose and strong material since his skin becomes brittle and could easily break things like that stupid mask. and whats the point of wearing a hard mask and shoulder protectors if a) your face can harden on its own and b) your ENTIRE CHEST is COMPLETELY EXPOSED. it literally says in his profile that that toga/kilt/cape thing is made of ripped fabric because its cheap and gets caught on things all the time. god. god. i hate scene kids i swear
im not going to make fun of his pointy teeth or red contacts because i think they rock and are sick as hell. this is what i think about everuy time i draw kirishima and i hate that hes one of my favorite characters. god
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The New Boy
Luke x Reader
How did you come to find yourself in this position? Sitting across from probably the hottest crackhead you’ve seen by far and playing a game of spin the bottle.
Oh Yeah....
You were lying on the couch trying to have a nap, after coming home from an exhausting day of work. It wasn't only enough that you had tons of shit to deal with and catch up with at school. But, you were forced to do everyone else’s jobs at your workplace making it your life that more stressful. After spending an extra 2 hours at work (without getting paid) and doing everything for everyone you just wanted sometime to yourself and if that meant sleeping on the floor, so be it. Just as you feel yourself drifting away to a peaceful sleep, a loud disgusting sound erupts through the air. And sadly for you, it’s right next to your face.
“TOMMY!! YOU LITTLE SHIT!!” you scream at your 4 year old brother, who's rolling on the ground laughing. Just before you are able to pick him up and swing him around you get a text from your friends. Rolling your eyes and wondering what they want now you open the group chat.
Lucia: YALL NEED TO LOG ON IMMEDIATELY
Lucia: WERE GOING TO A PARTY
Maria: I just got home from Church, now you want to go to a party?
Lucia: Mitch is going to be there and you know he just broke up with that whore
Maria: Let me ask Momma
Lucia: Alex is going to be there....
Maria: PICK ME UP IN 15 MINS
Jayme: Im hereee
Jayme: Where is we going
Lucia: It only took you half a century, but were going to a party at Kian and JC’s, because my boyfriend is going to be there
Jayme: ahhh okk
Me: .....
Me: are ya’ll for real
Me: wtf
I should really stay home, but if I do I might kill the little shit...
Me: Pick me up in 20 mins
After getting dressed and putting on the new outfit you bought recently at Urban Planet, you were finally picked up by the girls. Maria was driving and you could hope for was not crashing into anything.“GET OUT THE FUCKING WAY, YOU SHIT!!!” Maria yells for the hundredth time...
Whilst you tune out Maria’s screaming and Spanish songs, you look around and see Lucia and Jayme gushing over some new guy they found on the internet. You wondered to yourself how the hell you were friends with these girls...
“WERE HERE!” Lucia and Jayme scream. Maria being the special little midget she is, breaks abruptly and you end up hitting your head on the dashboard. “Omg, are you okay?” Maria asks while laughing. “Just peachy” is your reply, but all you wanted to do was kill her. She parks the car, and then you all proceed to enter the Mega packed house, you could smell the weed from like a mile away.
As you make your way into the house, you lose track of both Maria and Jayme. “Oh great, we lost the little one” you yell to Lucia over the loud speakers. Lucia doesn't reply to you, but keeps on looking around as if she's looking for something or better yet someone. “There she is.” Not too far from you you are able to make a small form wrapped around a large one. “Is she with Alex? I can’t see from here.” you reply. “You couldn't even see them if you were right in front, because you're blind af.” Lucia says to you. Its true that you cant see, but hey thats not your fault, its probably the environmental factors as you recall from your psychology class. “ Well she looks like she's having fun, so lets just leave her to it.” Maria and Alex had just gotten together a couple of months ago, he was this sweet danish boy who had just transferred to your school, he was a well renowned model in Denmark and Maria was lucky to have found someone so sweet especially after her past relationships.
After almost dying in a sea of sweaty bodies dancing to the beat of the music, you are able to find Jayme in the kitchen mixing herself a couple of drinks, whilst talking to a few boys. Just as you turn to tell Lucia that you've found her, Lucia is already across the room flirting with Mitch. She's had a crush on him since 2 years ago were she “accidentally” bumped in to him in the hallway and faked a sprained ankle. You gotta give it to her though, the girl is determined. Not long you found yourself outside on the porch sipping on some Vodka Cran. You were a drinker, but you figured since all your friends are getting drunk right now you might as well be the sane one.
“Is the party that boring that a pretty girl like you is sitting by herself?”
You look up to find who the words belonged to, when your green eyes met his enticing blue ones. You felt as if the earth had swallowed you hole and couldn't find the words to say anything. You just stared at him, at those blue eyes that reminded you of a calm ocean and infinite sky. His gentle fingers caressed and held your cold ones. “I’m Luke, and you are...”
“Jelena.” you reply slightly looking down as your hair cascades down to hide the blush on your cheeks.
“Well its a pleasure to met you Je-le-na.”
You felt as if you would collapse right there into his arms. The way he took his time to pronounciate your name was probably the most angelic thing love ever heard.
“You know that’s a really pretty name for an even prettier girl” Luke says.
“Well thank you.” You say once agin trying to hide your blush.
His hand ever so slowly lifts up and goes to brush your hair away from your face. “Don’t hide from me beautiful” God could this boy get any hotter was all that you could think of. You couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or the fact that you were so close to him, but you could've sworn you almost kissed each other. “Luke get your ass in here we’re about to play Spin the bottle!”says Ashton, one of the most popular kids in school and who also happened to be friends with Luke. As you attempt to regain your composure, it all goes sideways when Luke grabs your hand and whispers in you ear with a husky tone “Come on Jelena, I think we should play and maybe we could have some more fun.” But before you can protest to playing the game he holds you by your waist and pushes you through the crowd to where a couple of people are playing the game. Luke sits you down beside his best friend Michael and his girlfriend, and then goes to sit in front of you. Luke can’t help but smile at your confused face, you thought he would sit beside you, considering he's the one that brought you to play the game any way. However, your confused face soon turns to a bright red tomato as he mouths to you...
“This way I can finally kiss you and not get interrupted.”
#luke hemmings#luke 5sos#5sos#5 seconds of summer#request#anonymous#luke hemming imagines#luke x reader
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Comfort Food
ASK by @givemehoroscopes: hey hello hi could I request a tae scenario where it's yoongi's birthday the boys throw a big party and as being close friends with them Y/N is invited. And theeen, she gets very drunk because she has realised that she has feelings for tae and can't cope with it normally;) and then tae is being very soft like his usual self and takes care of her, and Y/N confesses to him and then can't remember anything in the morning THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY <3
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. bff Jungkook)
Genre: fratboy!bts
Length: 6.3K
Authors Note (Admin Taenox): READ ON COMPUTER, LOOKS WEIRD ON PHONES !! I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you like it <3 ALSO: This might look weird on my phone since I’m formatting on my laptop. And my writing style can be confusing so in case you don’t know: italics mean internal thoughts of whoever’s POV the scene is in. Quotations is normal speaking.
“What did you just say to me?”
“Cancel all of your plans and be at the frat house by 8.”
“I swear to god, Kim Taehyung, if you think I’m going to spend my birthday throwing up in a toilet, you’re wrong.”
“Come on, hyung. You know you enjoy every second of it. You’re always a grouch about it before, but when you show up, you’re the life of the party.”
“No. I hate those parties.”
“Tell that to all the girls you grind on when you’re drunk.”
“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.”
“I’m good, but I’m sure the girls would take the offer.”
Hoseok stepped in.
“Hobi, save me from this madman.”
“Yeah, dumbass, he clearly isn’t being convinced,” chimed in Jimin.
Jin whacked Jimin with his sleeve. “Don’t call Tae a dumbass, dumbass.”
“Okay, I have to step in as the leader here and clear things up,” said Namjoon. “Tae is, in fact, sometimes, occasionally, a dumbass.”
Jin whacked Namjoon with his sleeve. “Then you’re a dumbass too. Leader, pshh. I’m the oldest one here, You all better listen to me or else…”
“You’ll beat us up?” added in Jungkook, while flexing.
“Don’t get cocky on me. I can still beat you in a fight.”
“Hey Yoongi hyung,” said Jimin softly. “I think you’re really cool and smart and amazing and-”
“You damn well KNOW you enjoy those parties too,” repeated Taehyung.
“We even invite the girls.”
“OKAY. EVERYONE SHUT UP. I’ll go! You better bring me a trillion gifts and a lot of alcohol.”
Yoongi looked up at the other six. A small surprised moment of silence ensued.
Then madness.
“YES!” “FINALLY!” “OH MY GOODNESS, IT IS GOING TO BE SOOO LIT!” “SUCCESS!” “HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI!”
And that’s how the night began.
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Y/N
There are a great number of distinctions between a frat party and every other party. Frat parties have way too many people for way too little space, while regular parties have an average amount of people for an average amount of space. Frat parties have copious, even outrageous amounts of alcohol, while every other party has just enough. Everyone knows that whoever chugs the most from the keg is obviously far superior to the mere lightweights. And most importantly, unlike every other party, frat parties were where mistakes are made.
And this frat party was no different. Booze was in every hand and music was blasting in every corner of the medium sized frat house. When you entered through the front doors, you could feel the temperature go up by several degrees. You scanned the room. On your right was the crazy dance pit full of writhing bodies. As expected, Min Yoongi, along with Jin, Jimin, Joon and Hoseok, was right in the middle, having the time of his life. On your left was a large table of food and beer. And straight ahead was the kitchen. Your eyes drifted over the pit again. Gosh why did it have to be so dark in there? “Hey. Hobi…. Hobi!”
He can’t hear me. Guess I’ll have to go in there myself. Ugh.
You started to make you way through the crowd of sweaty drunk people.
Why do people enjoy this? I mean, there has to be a reason why people get drunk right? Alcohol tastes like crap, so it can’t be that they enjoy the taste. To get away from some emotion then. To get so drunk that they become emotionless and let their bodies go to the sway of the music? It’s better to feel the emotions and get over them slowly but surely right? Right?
You were next to Hobi now.
Your arm reached out and poked his shoulder.
“HEY IM JUST TRYING TO DANCE SO IF YOU DON’T MIND- OHHH! Y/N IT’S JUST YOU! HI!”
“Where’s Jungkook?”
“HUH?”
“WHERE’S JUNGKOOK?”
“THE KITCHEN.”
“THANK YOU!”
“COME JOIN US AFTER Y/N! WE MISSED YOU”
“MISSED YOU TOO!”
You started to push your way out of the crowd. “Watch out!” “Sorry!” “Excuse me.”
After picking up some punch off of the 2% of the table that was not alcohol, you turned your feet towards the kitchen.
Wait. What if Taehyung’s in there? He’s always with Kook.
I should go touch up my makeup.
You started to make your way to the bathroom when you collided with someone.
“I’m sorry,” you both said at the same time.
“Oh. Yah! It’s you! Hobi said you were in the kitchen?”
“Yeah I was but I came out to find you. You were supposed to be here an hour ago! You didn’t respond to any of your texts. I was worried about you.”
“Ah, shit. Sorry Kook, I was finishing up that stupid group project. That dumb bitch Amy didn’t do her part. Did I make you worry about noooonnnnaaaa?”
“Blech, you disgust me y/n. Anyways, we have to talk about the thing.”
“What thing?”
“Are you dumb?”
“Yes.”
“Goddamn it, y/n.”
Jungkook brought his voice down to a whisper.
“The Tae Thing.”
“Oh. That. Hahah we can just pretend I never texted you that it’s fine I know you and him are best friends and that would be weird and I totally get it and”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Huh?”
“Talking too much because you’re nervous.”
“I’m that obvious am I?”
“Yes.”
“WOW. What a supportive friend. I’m so thankful to have someone like you by my side.”
“Pshh, you don’t have to thank me y/n.”
“It was sarcasm, idiot.”
“Oh.”
“But for real. This is probably weird for you. He’s also one of your best friends.”
“Dude, are you kidding me? That would be fucking amazing. My two best friends start dating. They always force me to third wheel with them. Then they feel bad for me since I’m always third wheeling for them, so they set me up with a smoking hot babe for a double date. You see? I’ve thought this through.”
“You’re a crackhead. Anyways I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”
“Oh okay, I’ll get Tae. Don’t worry, I’ll act natural. I know nothing about this.”
“Hahaha okay, you better. Bye, I’ll be back soon.”
You turned away from Jungkook and headed to the bathrooms.
You made sure to lock the door behind you.
So no frisky couples can kick me out of here.
Looking at yourself in the mirror could go one of three ways. Sometimes you thought you looked like a sultry, hot goddess. Other times, you thought you looked like Gollum. And for the most part, like today, you usually just thought you were average.
Your fingers skirted down to the hem of your black bodycon dress, tugged up, then folded.
Heck. If I don’t feel hot yet, might as well be a little more revealing.
Great.
Now your knee length dress was a party dress. Giving your hair a little ruffle, you checked yourself out.
You reached into your wallet and took out a tube of your favorite lipstick shade.
Haha, I knew this would come in handy. Self confidence here I come.
No one would have expected your favorite color was a classic bright red. It didn’t suit your personality at all. You weren’t a party girl. Frankly, no matter how much you wanted to pretend you were that hot girl at the party that all the girls were jealous of and all the guys drooled over, you knew that wasn’t you. You were the girl that worked too hard. The girl that studied a lot and wore hoodies all the time and took care of other party girls. You were the nice one, not the desirable one. But bright red made you feel like you were on top of the world, like you were a badass career woman who could take names and kick ass.
Stepping back, you gave yourself one last look through. Ruffled hair, smudged eyeliner, red lips, your little black dress, and strappy shoes.
It’s showtime.
You unlocked the door and strutted out of that bathroom with all of your confidence that immediately melted away the second you saw Kim Taehyung.
Your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when you saw him. He was, quite frankly, ethereal. But unlike those other attractive guys, he wasn’t cocky. He didn’t expect anything from anyone. In fact, he was almost exactly the opposite, never talking about himself at all. Instead, he took care of everyone around him in his own special little way, joking around, flashing boxy smiles, and being serious when he needed to.
“Wahh, y/n you look great today, doesn’t she hyung,” quipped Jungkook excitedly, slapping Taehyung’s back.
Oh my god, Jeon Jungkook why would you ever say that?
“Oh hey Taehyung! How’s it going?”
Shit, I should’ve just said hi. Or what’s up? Or-
“I’m amazing y/n. And Jungkook’s right. You look pretty.”
There your heart went skipping beats again. You felt a slight blush come up onto your face.
“Ah haha thank you. It's hot here, let’s go get some cold punch or something. I’m out”
“Yeah let’s go get some drinks and get on the dance floor. We aren’t at a party to be wallflowers. Look at Yoongi over there.”
You and Tae both turned your heads to where he was pointing.
“Sure looks like he’s enjoying himself,” you said.
“Yeah, seriously,” agreed Taehyung. “You have no idea how much we had to bribe him to come to his own birthday party.”
Jungkook put his arm around your shoulders. “Well are you two done being jealous of Yoongi’s abilities yet? Cuz I’m thirsty.”
You looked over. “You’re always thirsty, Jungkook.”
“Ha ha very funny y/n. Lets just go.”
Jungkook grabbed you with one hand and Taehyung with the other and dragged both of you behind him.
You gave Tae a helpless look and shrugged. He smiled back.
Agh that cute boxy smile. Why am I like this?
“Hey, I’ll be back guys one second. I want to go put this clutch away so we can all go dance! Go hang with the other guys. I’ll be back in a minute or two.”
“Okay y/n! Come back fast!”
You hurried of the door and sat down on the sidewalk. A crescent moon hovered above your head.
You look so pretty glowing like that. I wish I could look like you. Why do I even like him? I wish these feelings would go away already. I’m too tired of debating on if I should confess or not. This is too hard.
The door creaked behind you.
“Aha, I knew you weren’t putting away your purse.”
“Jungkook. It’s too overwhelming.”
“Well, you see, that’s how you know it’s real y/n. I promise today will be a good night for you okay? I think you should just be more confident and love yourself more.
“But I’m like not nearly as attractive or cool as Tae is and like not on his level at all.”
I’m saying this objectively, not as your friend: you are freaking beautiful. Not like those girls all over Yoongi, Joon, and Hope right now. You’re beautiful in the most real way. Outside and inside. Just remember that and get back in there, my gawd, you’re wasting precious time sitting out here being existential.”
“Well, I was just going to say thank you for the pep talk but huh, you had to ruin it at the end didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Hahahaha.”
“See. I made you laugh. I win.”
“Goddamnit. OKAY.”
You stood up.
“I CAN WIN OVER HIS HEART RIGHT? LET’S GO BACK IN.”
You started to open the door.
“Wait y/n. Go put away your purse clutch thingy. That’s what you said you were going to do. It’d be weird if you went in there with it.”
“Oh shit, you’re right. Thanks Kook.”
…
TAEHYUNG
“Where’d Jungkook go, Taehyung?”
“He said he went to the bathroom, but I think he went to chase after y/n.”
“Y/n? I told her to come join us! Where’d she go?”
“I would but for some reason I feel like she’s avoiding me and Kook knows what’s up. I’ll go ask him later. I hope she’s okay.”
“I’m sure she’s okay. Now look I don’t have time for petty girl drama. The hyungs are about to perform live. I need you to dance like a crazy hypeman with me.”
“If it’s Ddaeng, then you know I’m in Jimin.
“Ayy let’s go.”
…
Y/N
Entering back into the now hot and heavy atmosphere in the living room, you couldn’t help but nod your head along to the beat of the music. “Damn, they’re killing it. You sure this is just a hobby?” “I know right,” yelled back Jungkook over the music. “They’re insanely good. I keep telling them to find a company.”
“Wait Jungkook. I need a drink.”
“What?”
“A real drink to make me brave. I’m going to tell him. Like an alcoholic drink.”
“WHAT?”
“I mean I’ve liked him for like a year now. Might as well get rejected and let go.”
“What do you mean? You don’t drink alcohol. Is this real? You’re finally going to get laid tonight. YES!”
“EW. Jungkook, hell no. The point is, I’m too emotionally exhausted for this chasing game anymore. I’m just going to say it. And whatever happens will happen.”
“Shut up he’s going to say yes and I’m so excited! Let’s go get drunk!”
“Yes please. My nerves are going to jump out of my skin and run away at this point.”
Jungkook led you to the drinks. “Okay, there’s vodka, whiskey, or tequila. All three will do the job and get you some liquid courage, aka get you very drunk. Whiskey tastes the best in my opinion. Or you could go for the beer which is abit more light and you’ll still be sane the whole night.”
“What’s going to get me so drunk I won’t remember anything tomorrow? In case he rejects me, I’d rather never know it happened.”
“Here you are.”
Jungkook slid a shot glass towards you.
“What’s this one?”
“The vodka. Here I’ll take a few shots with you so you don’t feel alone. Ready?”
You picked up the tiny glass cup. It was slightly strange that something this small had the power to do so much good and bad. Mostly bad. You had never really heard a story that started with “So I got really drunk” that ended with “and we all lived happily ever after”.
Well, here goes nothing.
“3...2...1… GO!”
It burned more than you thought it would. You coughed.
“Why would people drink this stuff? It tastes like poison.”
“The same reason you’re drinking it right now. To get drunk.”
I guess that makes sense.
After a few shots, Jungkook stopped drinking.
“Hey, y/n. I feel woozy let’s s-stop. I think this is enough to feel brave.”
“What? Are you a lightweight or something? No! I need more.”
After a “few” more shots, Jungkook stopped you.
“Yah, are you crazy? You’re going to get alcohol poisoning and die if you keep going at this rate. Look at your face.”
You looked at your reflection in the glass.
Your face was turning bright red, just like your lipstick.
“That’s okay, I like red. And I don’t feel drunk. I’m pretty sure I’m sober. Whoa, I’m so cool. A heavyweight. A HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Aren’t I cool Jungkook, Jungkookie, Kookie-pie?”
“Yep, you’re drunk.”
“No, I’m nooooottt. I’m soberrrr.”
“Who do you like y/n?”
“Kim Taehyung,” you replied without hesitating.
“And you’re going to confess to him today, before the night ends okay?”
“Yessir.”
“And you’re not going to throw up on him, or embarrass yourself.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Okay. You can do this.”
“I can doooo th-this!”
Your hand started to grab another shot glass.
“Oh my god, y/n. Stop drinking. You’re going to end up being blackout drunk and forget to confess.”
“But I’m still scared.”
“Y/n. Stop. Listen to me. I’ve gotten drunk plenty of times. Getting drunk will make you braver sure. But after a certain point, you’re going to lose yourself. So no more drinking! After all, alcohol isn’t comfort food!”
You deliberated that for a moment.
“I mean, I can’t really think right now, so I’m just going to listen to you. What next, Drinking Master Kook?”
“Next, we go get your man.”
…
Looking for Taehyung and the others, Jungkook easily weaved through the crowd that had seemingly doubled since 10 minutes ago. Following behind him, you tried to not bump into the tipsy girls with glasses that were sure to spill. Eventually, after a few minutes of blindly stumbling through the dark, you and Kook found them.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” yelled Hoseok.
“Y/n, it took you that long to put away your purse? Jungkook, jesus! That was one long bathroom break.”
Shit, he knows something’s up. Well, duh, to be honest. What did I expect? We’ve been gone for nearly an hour now.
“Sorry Tae, me and y/n just got some drinks to be more loose and carefree. She’s had a long day with project mates fucking her over”
“It’s fine, just help me with these hyungs. They’re drunk out of their minds.”
“I’m th-the leader. Don’t tell me what to do”
Namjoon hiccupped and pouted.
“I can do whatever I want.”
“See what I’m dealing with here?”
“Shit, sorry Tae. Look! I’ll make it up to you. I’ll call an Uber and take them home. You and y/n stay. I’ll take care of it.”
Oh my gosh he’s leaving us alone on purpose, isn’t he?
…
TAEHYUNG
He’s totally leaving us alone on purpose.
Jungkook was the only one that knew that Taehyung liked y/n. No one else. Not even the hyungs. It’s not like Jungkook was the best secret keeper. But he was Taehyung's best friend.
“Yeah, okay. Make sure the hyungs get home safely. Sorry, Jungkookie. And thank you!
I should use this opportunity and tell her today. What if she says no though? Oh my gosh, why didn’t I think this through before I told Jungkook to invite her. Shit. Fuck. What am I gonna do?
He shook his head.
No, let’s just do it. Be brave and just go for it. Yes. I’m going to ask her today.
I’m going to ask y/n to be my girlfriend.
…
Y/N
It had been a few minutes since Jungkook had left with the rest of the group. This was the time where things usually started to get awkward for you. But not tonight. Tonight, you were on top of the world. Or maybe you were just too drunk to feel mundane emotions such as awkwardness. Either way, tonight would be a turning point. You would either be insanely happy from now on or be insanely sad for a little while. You would get over it in the end of the day. Heck, anything could happen to you right now. But you would be okay. Because right now you were happy. You were almost euphoric moving your body to the rhythm with Taehyung. And that, in itself, was enough for you.
As the night went on, you and Taehyung started to get touchy. A playful pat on the shoulders. A flirty smile here and there. When the perfect sentimental songs came on, Taehyung could really handle it anymore.
“Will you dance with me y/n?”
You couldn’t believe it when you heard it. THE Kim Taehyung that all the preppy college girls lusted over, THE Kim Taehyung that all the guys wanted to be friends with purely to get girls to hang out with them, THE Kim Taehyung had just asked you to dance with him.
Have I died? Am I a ghost getting whatever I want in heaven?
“Oh. Okay.”
And together you danced the night away until he kissed you and you dated and lived happily ever after.
Atleast that’s what you dreamed of while your hand was in his. It’s what you were thinking about when his hand slowly drifted down from your shoulders and slipped around your waist, pulling you closer, until you were flush against his body. A blush crept up your neck as you looked into his eyes.
They were looking right back at you. “You’re turning red.”
You quickly looked away and put your head into his chest.
“I’m drunk.”
“Yes, y/n. I know.”
“Okay.”
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were being affected by me. Am I affecting you y/n?”
You stayed quiet.
His right hand drifted back up your body to lift our chin up, forcing you to make eye contact with him again.
“Am I affecting you yet?”
“No,” you whispered.
“You’re a but stubborn, aren’t you y/n? That’s okay.”
He leaned his head in until it was a few centimeters away from you. “I like stubborn. How about now?”
It took everything you had to shake your head back and forth.
“That’s okay y/n. Both you and I know that I am.”
And then he was kissing you.
A hundred thoughts went through your mind in that instant.
Wow. His lips are soft. So soft. And they taste like alcohol. If I drank a mango smoothie, would my lips taste like mango? I should drink honey lemon tea next time. Will there be a next time? Does this mean he likes me? Oh my god, was I so drunk that I kissed him? Am I throwing myself on him? WAIT. HOLY SHIT. KIM TAEHYUNG IS KISSING ME.
It hit you.
The man you sneaked looks at for the past year was kissing you.
Your breath hitched in your throat.
Wait. N-no!
You coughed into the kiss while trying and failing to recoil back as quickly as possible.
“Oh my god, s-sorry,” you sputtered. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”
You turned around. “Oh. Uhhh..”
Taehyung’s eyes were wide open. The little corner of his lips was slightly turned up.
Shit. He’s laughing at me. This has gotta be the most embarrassing moment of my entire 24 years of living. I have to go rant about this to Jungkook later.
“Um, I need to leave. Sorry!” You turned back around and you ran out of that room as fast as you could. One foot in front of the other, you bounded all the way to your car.
“Shit. SHIT SHIT SHIT.”
You took out your phone and called Jungkook.
Pickuppickuppleaseohmygodpickup.
“Y/n?”
“JUNGKOOK! OH MY GOD. Please pick me up I’ll explain later.”
“Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. But holy crap, Taehyung kissed me.”
“HE WHAT?”
“I KNOW RIGHT?”
“Well, did you tell him?”
“What?”
“That you like him? I mean clearly he likes you!”
“Well… no there’s more to the story. Can you just come pick me up? I’m drunk.”
“I would. But I can’t right now. These hyungs are still drunk off their ass and acting like monkeys in the dorm.”
“Please?”
“They’re crazy right now y/n. Take a cab! Come over, we can talk about it.”
“But Tae lives in your dorm.”
“Yeah. But I have my own room. You can stay over.”
“I don’t know.”
“Y/n, come on,” he whined. “I’ve missed you. You’re always studying. Come over.”
“Fine. I’ll get a cab. Ughhh kill me. As if this could get any worse.”
“I’m sure it’s all going to be okay. We should celebrate! He kissed you! YAY! BE HAPPY Y/N.”
“OKAY! I’m leaving. Bye!”
“Bye!”
Silence took over. The streetlight cast a dim glow on the vacant road. A sigh escaped you.
I guess he’s right. I mean. This is what I was hoping for right?
Your mind flashed back to the incident.
But I really fucked it up this time. Didn’t you, y/n? I wonder if he knew that I was an amateur.
You shook your head in frustration.
Hey, I gotta look at the positives though. Frankly, this day couldn’t get any more embarrassing. Wait...
Footsteps broke the silence.
“Y/n, oh my gosh. Here you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
Drops of sweat rolled down Taehyung’s forehead. His sleeve wiped his face as he bend down with his arm on his knee. After panting for a few seconds while you stared at him in shock, he rose up. “You’re drunk. I’m not. And cabs don’t run at this time.”
“Ah, Jungkook will pick me up! Don’t worry!”
“I already called him. He said you were going to come over to our frat.”
“Oh.”
He smiled.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it. I promise, I’m not a horrible person who’ll hate you now. If you’re thinking something along those lines, you should forget it. I… I still have a lot to say to you. But for now, I’ll give you a ride. I didn’t drunk any alcohol.”
“Ah, that’s okay! I’ll just walk to my dorm room! I’ll talk to Jungkook tomorrow.”
You started to turn around when you felt his hand clasp around yours.
“Please.”
His eyes were a drug.
They were warm and beckoning.
They were safe and comfortable.
They were…
“Okay.”
You turned around to face him.
“So where’s your car?”
…
YOONGI
“Goddamnit Jin. Is this payback for that one time I gave you acrylic stands of myself?”
“I know how to spell stand. S T A N D. Stand. P I Z Z A. Pizza. P A S T A. Pasta. I’m smart!”
“You’re a dumbass, Jin.”
“Shut up, Jungkook. I’m not the one who got a 3 on my english exam. Did you like your gift Yoongs? Yoongi? Y to the G?”
“Of course not! Here I am expecting Gucci thermal underwear and you get me your acrylic stands. I can get those for free. I’m in the same band as you idiot.”
“You could have at least pretended to like it. I would have done that. Why are you so mean to meeee?”
“Oh, stop pouting Jin. I’ll save it as a good memory of our collective dumbassery. Anyways, Jimin, it’s your turn. What did you get your beloved hyung?”
“Um… I don’t know if you’ll like it or not. But I’m giving you my heart.”
“Huh? I think you mean thermal Gucci underwear.”
“Sorry, I’m poor.”
“Hmmmmm… well. Your heart shall have to do. I accept. Thank you Park Jimin.”
“wHat THe FucK, YoONgs?”
“What?”
“Why does HE get a free pass? Atleast I actually gave you something!”
“Moving…
“but-”
“On. Namjoon, it’s yo- Oh hi Taehyung!”
…
Y/N
“Oh hi Taehyung! Y/n, you’re here too! Come. Join us! Have a seat.”
You could feel Jungkook staring at you. You felt a blush starting to climb up your neck.
“Hey, you must be drunk,” shouted Namjoon. “You’re beet red like the rest of us. What are you y/n? A lightweight? I’m a heavyweight! Let’s fight. SHOTS!”
“Y/n need’s rest right now,” butted in Jungkook. “As your best friend, I declare you to go up to my room and sleep. I’ll take the couch don’t worry! Tae go in there first and make sure it isn’t like dirty or anything.”
He looked over at you and winked.
Wow, I’m going to beat this kid up later.
“Oh. Uh, yeah. One sec y/n. Let me give Yoongi his birthday present. Then I’ll get Jungkook’s. You can go up to my room for a few minutes. It’s two down from Jungkook's to the right. I’ll call you down!”
“Okay. Thanks Tae.”
“My pleasure.”
You walked past the red plastic cups, up the stairs, and around very passed out Hobi to Jungkook’s room.
Two to the right. Ah.
After a few seconds of blindly staring, you opened the door.
The lamp cloaked the room in a muted purple. Polaroids littered the wall directly in front of you: pictures of the boys, landscapes, old stores, parties, anything and everything one could think of. Some had words written on the blank space at the bottom. Other’s were empty. Cute thumbtacks pinned galaxy themed letter paper in the empty space. A few movie posters were placed on the other walls, along with beautiful paintings that you couldn’t quite decipher. A bookshelf, a bed, a desk space and a rug made the the room feel whole.
So this is Kim Taehyung's room.
It was a visual representation of his mind. And it was absolutely beautiful.
Your fingers trailed across the pictures as you looked around his room until you got to the window. The sill had something etched on it with what probably was a knife. Upon closer inspection, you could see what it said:
Dreams grow here.
What a pretty thought.
Outside the window, a part of the roof jutted out, substituting as a makeshift terrace. You could see a green beanbag out there among a few other belongings.
I wonder what else is out there in Taehyung’s dream world.
Without thinking, your fingers grasped the bottom of the window pane and pulled. A gust of wind billowed the curtains. The breeze felt nice on your face.
He isn’t here yet, and it’s probably going to take him a while to clean Jungkook’s room. That kid is messy as fuck. I’m burning up in here and I’ll get back in a minute or two. So it’s fine. Yup. It’s fine.
You had hoisted one foot out and then ducked your head under the window to the other side when you heard the dorm door creak open.
…
TAEHYUNG
Making his way out of Jungkook’s room, Taehyung headed down the hallway two doors down, making sure to stop and check his hair on the mirror hanging off of Jin’s door.
“I can’t believe I’m actually using this stupid thing,” Tae muttered to himself. His mind went back to when Jin bought this. “What? I need to be able to see my beauty everytime I walk into my room, so I can fall in love with myself more!” Taehyung giggled softly.
That hyung..
Now Taehyung stood in front of his own door.
Should I knock or something? Is that what I’m supposed to do? But what if she’s sleeping and I wake her up. I did take a while..
Deciding to just go in, he pushed open the door.
There, directly ahead of him, was y/n. She was halfway out of the window, with her back arched and her already short dress hiked up, exposing her upper thighs .
Taehyung bit his lip, feeling his face go on fire.
“Oh shit! Hi Taehyung! Hold on.”
Y/n turned her back, maneuvering herself so she could see Tae.
Fuck.
From his angle, Taehyung could see all of y/n’s curves on her petite frame. He had been pretty exhausted after the party and dealing with the boys, but he definitely wasn’t tired anymore.
“Can we go out here for a second? It’s kind of hot inside.”
Taehyung cleared his throat.
“S-sure. Yeah.”
Taehyung slipped out after y/n.
“I don’t really bring people up here much. It’s like my place to think. Clear my mind, ya know?”
“Yeah, I get that. I wish I had a place like this. It’s gorgeous out here.”
“Sit here”
Taehyung sat on the beanbag next to y/n and let the sound of wind take over as you both stared up at the stars.
…
Y/N
“I have drinks in the mini fridge, if you want.”
“YOU HAVE A MINI FRIDGE OUT HERE? THAT’S SO COOL.”
“Yeah! What do you want? I have beer, tea, and soda.”
“I’ll take some beer, please.”
I’m going to need the bravery.
“Are you sure? You were pretty drunk before.”
You smiled and rolled your eyes. “That car ride was so awkward that I became sober.”
“It’s not my fault my radio doesn’t work okay?”
You both laughed.
“So about before-”
“Can you let me get drunk before we talk about it? I have a lot I want to say too.”
“Yeah, I’ll drink with you. Cheers.”
The wind took over again as you downed the bottle.
“Okay.”
“Joon was right. You’re a lightweight.”
“Hey! I was already half drunk before before okay? So this doesn’t count. Actually nothing I say from here on out counts if you don’t want it to.”
A rush of anxiousness flipped your stomach. You took a deep breath.
“I like you! I know you have girls that look like models who like you and I know you probably don’t like me back, and I know my world’s going to end when you reject me but I couldn’t hold i-”
“I like you too.”
“-t back any more and what?”
Didhejustsayhelikedmeohmygodwhatiwasntexpectingthiswhatdoidonow?
“I like you too.”
Imdrunkrightnowandthisisn’trealandimprobablyhallucinatingshitmymomtoldmethiswouldhappen.
“What?”
“Y/n. Come on! I kissed you for a reason. What did you think that was?”
“A drunk accidental makeout session that you would regret tomorrow.”
“Y/n. I’ve liked you ever since we started hanging out with Kook together. I thought he already told you since you guys are best friends.”
Euphoria was the closest thing to what you felt. Euphoria, along with a constant feeling of wanting to throw up, of course.
“Wait. He didn’t tell me. Wait did he tell you that I liked you?”
“No.”
“That little shit,” both of you exclaimed together.
“Damn. Who knew he was such a good secret keeper?”
“He could have told us before though,” grumbled Taehyung, pouting. “I could have done this sooner.”
“Done wha-”
Suddenly, you were interrupted my his lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes opened wide for a second, but fluttered shut as his hands cupped the nape of your neck. “You….” You relaxed your body as his lips became more gentle. Leaning forward, Taehyung pressed his body against yours, deepening the kiss. “...are so….” His hands went down to your wrists. Before you knew it, he had you pinned down under him. His eyes roamed all over you hungrily. “...fucking gorgeous….”
For a quick moment, his face softened. “You’re art. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Just kiss me, you idiot.”
You lifted your lips up to his.
He broke it.
“But….”
“Climb back through that window.”
“Huh?”
“Go to the damn bed y/n.”
“Has anyone told you that you that you’re really hot when you’re horny?”
“Hahah look who’s getting confident.”
“Listen about that first kiss, I was really unprepared and like-”
“Do I look like I care about the first kiss right now y/n?”
“Noted.”
You put one of your legs through the window. You heard a moan behind you.
You turned around. “What?”
“Oh my fucking god, I need you right now.”
“Well then, I’m going to take my time.”
Taehyung groaned. “Why are you doing this to me?”
You felt a knot start to form in your stomach.
Hurrying through the window, you took off your heels and fell backwards onto the bed.
Taehyung scrambled through the window, never taking his gaze off of you.
“You’re finally mine.”
…
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, covering you in a white haze. Feeling groggy, you carefully opened your eyes. Your head was pounding.
God, I must have a lot to drink yesterday night.
Lifting your head up, you rapidly blinked.
This isn’t my room. Oh wait. Bunny poster. It’s Kooks. Phew.
“Wakey wakey, sunshine!”
“Jungkook! Oh god bless. For a second, I got scared I hooked up with someone or something.”
Jungkook smiled. “Nothing of the sort. You just stayed over in my room.”
“Is she awake yet?”
Taehyung peeked into the room as you lifted the covers above your head. “What the heck is he doing here? Pretend I’m asleep,” you whispered to Jungkook.
“I can hear you y/n. And what do you mean what am I doing here? Don’t you remember?”
“Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. What did I do now? Wait, let me think for a second. The last thing I remember is….”
“Joon was right. You’re a lightweight.”
“I like you too.”
“That little shit!”
You looked over to Jungkook, with your mouth agape. “You lied to me.”
Jungkook laughed. “I told you you’d end up sleeping with him.”
“Oh my god, Tae get out of here.”
“Not a chance, y/n.”
“Jungkook, my god. You were playing both of us, I swear to god.”
“Hey hey hey. I’m the one that got you guys together okay? If I hadn’t left you two alone, you’d have never done it. Gosh, both of you were always whining so much about how much you liked each other.”
You blushed. Taehyung scratched the back of his neck. “Yah, maknae. Don’t forget. I’m older than you.”
“Anyways, now it’s your turn. Set me up on a blind date with one of your hot friends. Thank you! Oh, also, breakfast is ready. Everyone in this frat is a drunk mess other than me and hyung. I’m going to leave you two alone now. Have a heart to heart or do whatever you want, but please, for god’s sakes, don’t fuck on my bed.”
“JUNGKOOK,” you and Taehyung both shouted at the same time.
“Get out of here, you punk,” said Tae, jokingly swatting at him.
The door clicked shut behind him.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“How are you, y/n? You feel okay?”
“What do you think?”
“I bought you some aspirin and water.”
You laughed. “Thank you.”
You looked at each other for a few seconds. “You don’t-”
“Will you-”
“Hahah, you can go first,” Taehyung said.
“You don’t regret last night? Everything that happened?”
“Never.”
A bright smile lit up your face. “Your turn.”
“Y/n. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“Say yes,” came a muffled response from out of the door.
“JUNGKOOK!”
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My brain to yours pt.1 b.u
Tw: blood,gore,self harm,violence,hallucinations,slight mention of an ed
Au: hey babes this is gonna be my 5th time trying to post this and i want death so bad...however if there is any confusing things or typos or things seem to quickly paced im sorry thats just my brain babey! Enjoy...i guess
Word count: 1,894
It all started when he was about 6 years old, he never spoke ever,not that he couldn't he just wouldn't, his parents were worried about his development,however nothing was ‘wrong', he had a quite developed thinking process for a child, but it wasn't a good one for his age nor was it a normal one,no child should be so terrified of talking to people and being thought lesser of as his voice shook violently while trying to say the easiest of sentences.
he understood people to early into his young life ,he got the memo that everything was too stupid and too hard to understand so he gave up . his mother took him back and forth to hospitals and child psychologists ,his mother scared for what was to come of him could this weirdness she didn't even have a name or diagnosis for develop into something more as he grew? She thought, would he be normal? Would he be like the other children who laughed and giggled at the littlest of things? Would he be happy like them? She had decided to push her concerns into the back of head deciding that maybe he was just awkward it's okay to not fit in hes a fucking 6 year old boy maybe it's not that deep.
he was now in the 3rd grade now and teachers became more and more loud and responsive with their problems, he thought maybe whatever bad stuff they had going on at home they just needed to vent threw aggressiveness and shaking hands and restless mornings,but however it was their screams he didn't care for, he looked them in the eye wondering what he had done wrong, however he didn't care enough to continually think about it, but he realized slowly that couldn't feel anything like the red faced teacher did, he’d envy the poor mannered teachers feelings if he could, just how they could get so angry and fed up with kids who were disgusting and vile and how he never felt that…... he never felt anything at all .Now he was in the 5th grade he had to repeat the 4th grade due to staggeringly low grades and his failed attempts at homework he never seemed to have remembered. Things were getting hard to remember, so hard to remember what the teacher had said in the classroom that seemed to fade away after he was picked up by his mom and the sheer silence of the drive home and his mothers sneaking looks into the mirror with furrowed eyebrows at her son who never told her how his day went.
In school it was just so easy just to drift off in the land of dark swirls and dark worlds filled with make believe that he couldn't separate from the real world that never seemed to go away and darkness he felt comfort in his head till he heard nothing but the disgusting laugh of a teacher who had looked as if she wanted to deck him in the face ( he imagined about 3 different scenarios of how that actually could have occured, he held back a giggle and a sly smirk) as she snapped her wrinkled hands in his face “earth to brendon” he heard the aged feminine voice laced with anger repeat twice but he had failed to tune into the first reminder he was too dissociated to notice, he came too but didn't understand her reasonings of not just leaving him alone and let him rot and break free and he soon heard the fits of laughter coming from children he knew he was too weak to stop.
he wanted to do terrible things to everyone in that very room including himself, a dark desire he couldn't contain from his mind but he never followed through with these type of thoughts. he could never seemed control them he thought of them like messages being sent from an unknown source in the back of his head that had an invisible connection to someone he could see but nobody else could he dared himself if he could just pull at the cord in his head he wouldn't have those those thoughts, the figure never showed up in the same form it could be the shadows of dirty rain water coming from outside showing like a projection on the dingy beat up wall rising above him to claim a mental dominance , or the rotten stain of mold on the bathroom floor that now seemed to have a charming glow yet secretive smile or the bag of dirty clothes that sat high up on its rounded edges now smiled at him and watched him threw the night .
now it was the 7th grade and things had went to shit,it was already shit but it had gotten no better, fits of depression had left him wanting to call a hitman on himself and letting himself be cut open so all the organs in his body to be shot out of him or rip his jaw and everything behind it out of his body but he was too fatigued to think about it anymore his brain seemed to have stopped working back in the 6th grade, he could never think clearly a heavy fog on his brain he could never do much for himself he found the most simple of things he couldn't do, he couldn't pay attention, he felt dizzy at random times becoming feverish and not thinking about why because he couldn't think he thought process lessen and lessened with every passing day until all there were was thoughts of gore and death,sadness and the never ending thought of killing anyone or anything that had managed to make him want death even more.
he just continued to fade in and out of reality staring into the wall for to long or unknowingly staring at the couple of people who he thought was calling him pathetic and worthless with the contradictory voice telling him he's so much better than the disgusting people he saw and that they didn't deserve to smile they don't deserve happiness even though they’d never even spoken a word to him, they were never mean to him. he started pinching,stabbing,pulling at his hair,clawing at himself hard trying to see if he could care that he'd just hurt himself he continued to hurt himself hoping somewhere in the back of his mind he start to feel things, to show him he's real everyone sees him, but his inner self knew what he was doing he wasn't just trying to see if he was a real person he was punishing himself because he couldn't do what the rest of the real kids could do he couldnt plop himeself in a hard metal chair and take a test without thinking about what a disgusting person he was, without hearing them say he wasn't shit that his brain is mush that he couldn't understand the easy directions how he could get so angry and mad without hesitation how he could imagine killing his parents im cold blood… he stomped on his own foot,why is he thinking about this why is he thinking about this why, they creeped back up on him showing him images of his brother and sisters dead and gutted his parents choking on blood and vomit pale and dying, he hated himself for thinking these things,but if it was possible for him to be completely honest with himself he didn't care if they had died or not he just didn't have the ability to care.
He couldn't look people in the face without seeing these images of grewling faces pushed together in piles of pink and red flesh crawling into each others organs which looked rotten and distorted, why was he seeing this things these disgusting things these things… he wouldn't admit to himself that everytime he looked in the mirror he tried not to vomit he tried to hard, he bashed in the mirror bloodlying his hand, his hiss echoing in the empty bathroom he couldn't go to the nurse he couldn't look her in the eye and see her like that, besides he was on the first floor and he was too weak to go all the way to the fourth floor he knew he would pass out, he felt something pooling in his stomach it was anxiety he felt the cramping in his stomach and the salivating in his dry mouth, he vomited into the sink, he hasn't eaten anything in about 3 weeks so the pain of dry heaving for almost half in hour into the sink made him dizzy and ultimately pass out. he had now awoken to bright lights that made him nauseous and whimper, he was in the hospital again. he tried so hard not look the nurses and doctors in the eye and seeing horrific images in his mind of them dead, rotten maggot filled and bloody be he regained his ability to see the normally after a while.
“Brendon honey…” his mommy's voice was there “mommy...hi mommy” he said in a broken whisper. She had realized he never calls her mommy unless something's wrong he wasn't aware that he was, he turned to the right finding an iv carefully placed into in scarily pale arm “honey...they found you in the bathroom your hand was cut up...you where passed out what...t?” she silenced herself for a moment seconds later starting up again. “They found you in the bathroom..the mirror was broken and your hand was cut pretty deep and passed out” he mouth trembled a bit, she moved his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he felt wetness on his skin his own uniform shirt clinging to his skin he was sweating.
He didn't feel real he didn't respond properly to what she had said he only looked away.. And said “dizzy….everything hurts…” he was so surprised he felt something but if feeling was like this he didn't want it. “I d..don't wanna feel like this..can you make it stop mommy please?!” Nani was absolutely terrified she'd never been so scared for her little boy, “its gonna be okay,sweetie...i swear..to god i swear…” in this moment if she was honest she didn't believe there was a god, no god would do this to her son, she turned around after hearing the door and hard footsteps.
“Hello ms. Urie im dr. Yakima, i will be assisting and diagnosing your son” she nodded softly wanting her son to be okay. “Hey son,open your eyes for me,i'm here to help” brendon heard a much more distorted version of what the doctor had said than nani did, but then again he was fading in and out. He handed her pills and said firmly “these are anti-nausea and pain killers i'm gonna give these to him and he will feel much much better i promise..” He was right it with his cocked up eyebrow and charming smile that sparkled with calmness and reassurance that worked its way into nani. the medication worked but not instantly. “Sit up honey..” She said softly, he followed what she said slowly with a wrecked groan and intense muscle pain however there was no rush.
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T A S K T H R E E : Q U E S T I O N N A I R E
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 001. GENERAL.
does your character have any nicknames ? no, that’s sad someone give him one, make it stupid - like boo bear.
when was your character born ? november 11th, 1984.
where was your character born ? valdez, colorado.
is your character allergic to anything ? nah, this bitch invincible.
does your character have any illnesses ? a doctor a day keeps the apple away.
what is your character’s mbti type ? enfp, the campaigner.
what is your character’s economic status ? upper middle-class.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 002. APPEARANCE.
what is the color of your character’s eyes ? hazel , i think.
what is the color and texture of your character’s hair ? ramen noodles.
how tall is your character ? six foot, yeet . his only redeeming quality imo .
what is your character’s body type ? lanky af, might break if u step on him.
does your character have any scars ?scarification cos he’s an edgy bitch, prick marks, picked scabs scars.
what is your character’s post prominent feature ? this dicc . kidding xd , his brows be thicc.
does your character have any body modifications ? no piercings, too many tattoos.
what is your character’s clothing style ? mismatched everything.
what does your character’s voice sound like ? annoying.
what does your character smells like ? weed, irish spring-old spice infusion, but mostly weed.
what are some unique mannerisms ( talking with their hands, accents, talking fast, etc ) your character has ? so many hand gestures, put them in your pockets fool.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 003. FAMILY.
does your character have any siblings ?yeet, an older brother. we kinda stan, sometimes.
what are the names of your character’s parents ? are they still alive ? jane and ryan, they’re the whitest suburban parents okay don’t hold their names against them.
does your character have any children ?not that he knows of.
does your character have a spouse ? no, thank god.
who is your character’s favorite family member ? probably his brother uwu.
did they ever live with their family ? if so, how old were they when they left home ? yeppers, lived with them until he went to college.
does your character want to have children ? or do they want more, if they already have them ? yeah he wouldn’t mind, if it happened he’d be excited but like wldn’t put the effort in to be like hyfr kids !
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 004. FAVORITES.
season: one of true detective. he doesn’t care for the weather !
curse word: shit, that was a classic.
food: pizza, basic bitch.
book: what’s reading.
artist: fábio magalhães , disgusting .
animal: it’s weird to have a favourite animal and thas the fax.
tv show: mind hunter, the twilight zone.
movie: videodrome and don’t u forget it .
social media: y-y-youtube. ( also twitter & facebook ).
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 005. PERSONALITY.
is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted ? he acts like a dumbass but he’s smart-ish, he literally has a masters in film criticism, i mean u gotta be kinda smart to bullshit right.
what does your character want from a partner ? what do they think and feel of sex ? constant love and attention, sex is cool but watching your partner appreciate ur favourite part of ur favourite movie ? just as orgasmic .
what are your character’s weaknesses ? he’s a bad bitch u can’t kill him.
how well does your character accept / own up to their own mistakes ? how do they deal with the mistakes of others ? he owns up to his mistakes all the time, cos he makes a lot of them xd , he’s pretty forgiving but like . . [ gay judgement ]
is your character pragmatic ? responsible ? reckless? i’m tasha, im 20 and i never learned the definition of pragmatic, good thing he’s reckless then.
how is your character’s imagination ? daydreaming a lot ? worried most of the time ? he doesn’t daydream per se but he has a lot of ideas that he’ll let you know about.
is your character aware of who they are ? of their strengths and weaknesses ?no, he’s oblivious. but ignorance is bliss yeet, it makes him invincible again , he’s a bad bitch. you can’t kill him.
how they react when facing a stranger’s suffering ? what about the suffering of their loved ones ? [ gay panic ] with strangers and [ gay judgement ] with family.
how do they feel about their physical body ? hates it, a shoddy vessel for an excellent soul.
what do other people think your character’s worst quality is ? well he’s a fuckin deadbeat so maybe jot that down.
is your character an introvert or an extrovert ? extrovert , disgusting.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 006. EXPERIENCES.
has your character ever been arrested ? petty crimes, his parents always bailed him out tho shoutout to them uwu.
has your character ever cheated on a partner ? no, he fucks with monogamy ok ):
has your character ever been cheated on by a partner? no, none of his relationships have ever lasted long enough dhfjg
has your character ever been in love ? how did it turn out ? well ya, probably. how all relationships turn out, down the shithole.
has your character ever had sex ? what was their first time like ? he sure has, it was drunken and awkward and endearing in that way ig.
what was your character’s first party like ? drunken and awkward and endearing in that way. prolly blacked out.
who was your character’s first love ? redacted cos i’m too tired to head canon.
what is their best childhood memory ? what about the worst ? getting into shenanigans with his brother. worst - anything involving his parents and their sad eyes ’n judgement, gross.
what’s the most terrible thing that ever happened to your character ? when he woke up in a literal garbage dumb and got literal rabies and had to get a literal tetanus shot. that and the time he was constipated for like six days straight , ugh.
what are some past occupations your character has had, if any ? he’s delivered pizzas, glenn rhee is quaking. kidding he outsells ly boo.
what are their most embarrassing memory ? any time he’s shat his pants, there’s no way for it not to be embarrassing - no matter how many times it happens.
have they ever done charity work ? um no .. lmao.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 007. QUIRKS.
does your character drink ? do they take drugs ? imagine if i said no.
what is your character’s most prized possession ? stupid film mementos given to him by stupid film ppl.
what are three things you can always find in your character’s wallet / purse ? condoms ( i say this as if he ever gets laid ), cash, cards.
what are your character’s bad habits ? his whole life, that and he leaves the toilet seat up.
is your character a night owl or early bird ? night owl, hoot hoot.
do they prefer crunchy or smooth peanut butter ? s-s-smooth?
do they prefer netflix or hulu ?both.
do they prefer cats or dogs ? dogs.
are they left handed, right handed or ambidextrous ? left handed, quirky bitch.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 008. RANDOM.
did your character like school ? what was their favorite subject ? [ me in 2k12 vc ] i love learning, i just hate homework and like, school and applying things. english ):
is your character good at their job ? hell yeah fr !
what is your character’s dream job ? doesn’t have one, legend.
what is your character afraid of ? what keeps them up at night ? not being in control of bodily functions, aging.
what did your character’s childhood home look like ? was it in valdez ? it sure was, and it was white picket fence suburbia. v cute.
what is your character’s level of comfort with technology ? decent. he knows how to troubleshoot and stuff, he doesn’t use computers for that much though.
what is a talent your character thinks they have but is very wrong about ?singing … sweaty … hush … this is why the band died.
what is a talent your character actually has ? driving , is that a talent ? no ? ok, then having swag.
what does your character’s home look like? listen their apartment is nice ok, it’s just made ugly by bobby’s presence.
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park woojin - demigod!au; hermes
when he was younger, he was a master at pick pocketing
in middle school, he wouldn’t stand up for kid being bullied but rather go to the bully and pick pocket back the lunch money
he wouldn’t really hand back to them, he’d just put it on their desk, underneath their pencil bag or inside it
constantly transferred schools too, which meant constant new encounters, and he hated it
he was sick of change, he just wanted something permanent
one friend, one home, one school, one setting
he was always alone since he just kept leaving
so when he made it to camp half blood, he was shook
he wasn’t used to the atmosphere but he was immediately claimed by hermes
he was quickly engulfed by a crowd, his siblings and they were are all so jolly, happy, snarky but also welcoming
at first he was really reserved and shy but when head counselor taehyun introduced him to everyone, he was overjoyed
overtime he came out his shell
he was the master mind of plastic wrapping all the chariots together
is known for being very mischievous and silly
very bro
is the type to blame it on someone else
works half of time cause he’s good at playing innocent
“woojin it was you wasn’t it”
“what? me? why would i ever? no way!!!”
honestly, he does it for shits and giggles and never has intentions to ever hurt or anger someone
he’s really good at hand to hand combat (aka flipping people)
he carries around a simple celestial bronze knife but rarely uses it
is really talented
raps and dances he’s pretty cool my dude
the apollo cabin doesn’t really see him as all that talented though they’re to busy thinking they’re better than everyone else
you on the other hand, were constantly getting kicked out of schools because of your “problematic” behavior
it wasn’t your fault that people always listened to whatever you said
even if you had asked to cut in lines, get a’s or to skip class, it’s their fault for listening to you
at camp half blood, you were known to be quite fiery
it was hard for anyone to believe you were an aphrodite child honestly
you stand for what u believe in, you’re straight forward, and you have no problem with casting permanent make up on anyone
one time, at the dining hall, someone tried to mess with your sibling’s food by placing a magnetic force around it so the food can never sit on the plate
you immediately flung around to the giggling hermes cabin
and this time woojin was out of the loop he doesn’t commit such petty pranks uhm hello??
“okay who did it?” you glared at all of them, honestly this happens everyday and normally you’d ignore it but honestly it was gettin out of hand
“WOOJIN!” a hermes cabin kid screamed
and everyone snickered
he’s just there with a piece of bread of his mouth, puppy dog eyes, lost, looking up you
“huh?”
and you glared at the one who yelled his name and you casted the permanent make up on him and everyone else who laughed got ugly outfits with neon colors
and all the other tables are doing obnoxious ‘OOoooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOooooooOOoOOH shiTTTTTT”
the hermes kids now think you have a bratty princess attitude
but did you care????????
no
and the next time woojin sees you, he kinda wavers around you, and you don’t recognize him at first
as you’re setting up your weapons for capture the flag (i love ctp okay im sorry if your’e sick of it omg) he just opens his mouth
“sorry about my brothers and sisters yesterday…”
at first you were like ??? oooOOOOHHH
“hahahahHAHAHA no its no probleM!!”
are you nervous ?? is he that cute ?? is it just me omg
he’s a little flustered, mainly cause he just feels bad
may or may not have avoided playing pranks on you or just the entire aphordite cabin tbh
he was gonna say something again but chiron calls for the teams to shake hands and you two are on different teams
and so you had the found the flag, but your back up was taking forever
no one was on guard though, and the flag was just out and exposed in the creek
you wanted to go for it, seriously, your blood was chasing through your veins, it was getting hard to hold your back you impulsiveness.
and suddenly there was cheering behind you
and when you walked out of your hiding spot, you saw woojin being thrown in the air,
your team flag in his hand
and you were chill, i mean it wasn’t the first time you lost
but what really bugged you was when hermes cabin wouldn’t stop reminding you
this happened almost every time you lose
and when you’re in greek history class, they were just at and you were trying so hard not to explode
and just when you’re about to, woojin clears his through
“hyungs, please shut the fuck up, i’m trying to read here”
everyone is shooketh
cause he isn’t that straight forward and he’s normally a witness rather an unpstander
after class you thank him and he just shrugs it off like no big deal
inside he’s all squishy and warm cause aw you thanked him ?? you thank people ???
and you’re blushy because aw he cared ??
and tbh you guys stay in this weird phase for a while
very small talk, short glances
but nothing more
it was awkward for the both of you
it was the first time to feel this warm in the inside
you both knew there was something more there
there’s no way you two are just friends
ya’ll both squishes for each other
but you’re both convinced otherwise
all of woojin’s siblings tell him to not for fall an aphordite kid
they tried to convince him that he was just falling for your stupid but blessed love charms and looks
“they’re all heart breakers !! don’t know you know about their little game”
yea, your cabin loved doing this point system thing
each time they “won” a person, a point
and whoever got the least amount of points got the shoes of shame
you H A T E D it
you’re cabin was trying to explain to you that you weren’t falling for some “disgusting, annoying dumb, hermes kid”
“no way !!! you have to date one of the hot apollo kids, or the ares kids, but cMON, not a hermes kid. don’t be silly!”
and it just makes you want woojin more
he started getting bolder though
but hes still shy
your little talks became conversations, you glances became eye contact
then the conversations would last through the lunches and he would even walk you to your next activity or back to the cabin
his eyes not only lingered but he would also flash his cute little canine at you or even make silly faces when chiron is teaching
and you were complaining about your cabin with him one day during your shared free hour together
“i just don’t understand them at times, i really don’t think i fit in that cabin a at all”
“well i think you do”
you’re laughing as you look over at him but he aint laughin
“i think you fit in that cabin perfectly. you’re really genuine, kind to everyone but you’re definitely not a push over. you know that the inside personality is what is important, not the outside. everyone thinks that you’re just being mean, but i think it’s because you base your attitude on personality.”
and at first his explanation doesn’t make sense
he thought he was being weird and he freaks out
“oh my go-god,i-uh- i ig-ignore what i just said hah ha ha hahahah” he would utter out, redfaced and looking away
“no please explain what you mean woojin” and you place your hand on his shoulder
“i-it’s just like how your siblings are with looks! not to say that they’re aLL vain!! i-i i mean li-like if they’re ‘ugly’ they would kin-kinda isolate them ya know?? and when they’re pretty they date them. you’re kinda the same, but with per-personality.”
you’re speechless and his eyes are glued to the grass
“y-you just share beauty in a different way, that’s all, and i like that, a lot” he chuckles as he palms his neck nervously
“t-thanks” you mumbled out and he’s grinning to himself cause you’re so cute
and the feelings are just floating in the air
since he’s all shy and awkward and doesn’t know what to do
“i like you too” you smiled back
and yall slowly and slowly become more comfortable
you like watching him pick out the food you don’t like in your pasta
honestly he’s the cutest when he eats
his checks are puffed out and you can see the way he’s chewing and he’s just fluffy omg
and he would catch you staring and have his confused mouse face
how could you not want to feed him at that point
but slowly he would start getting flirtier and flirtier
he would run up to you and wrap his arms from behind
omg imagine his cabin is so surprised and they cannot believe he swooped an aphordite child
“brurhruhrhruhr you hella scored omg hooow???”
“well i mean, i just told them i liked them ?? and they happened to like me back ??” and he’s blushing, lookin down and a small grin on his face
they all watch you both in amazed
like you guys are laughing and smiling, arms linked, walking towards the mess hall and they’re just watching all wide eyed and jaws dropped
“that’s so unfair” they’d all pout
he secretly enjoys them being jealous
imagine him look all aggressive and hot while playing capture the flag
you can’t even play properly ???? how can you function ????
like you’re suppose to be his back up but you’re so distracted
you’re teammates know to never put you guys in the same team/group ever again
but he doesn’t realize you’re distracted by him,
he’s all sweaty and puppy like comin to you
“babe are you sick ?? are you tired ??? you don’t look okay ..”
“nO woojin i’m fine hahahha!!! don’t worry !!!” awkward laughter
“ookay..” is still slightly worried
the next day he comes by with cookies and he’s such a nervous mess cause omg your sibling opened the door
ya’ll exposed af, all you’re siblings are watching the gesture
and you slam the door on their face LOL
“woojin what are you doing ??”
“i was just worried, and i knew you liked jinyoung’s cookies so i got some for you cause you didn’t look well yesterday” and he’s all flustered
one hand in the pocket, the other palming the back of his neck nervously
he’s such a pup omg help the cutie out
but all you could do is stutter a thanks out
your siblings on the other side are just giggling
jihoon, your half brother thinks you two are disgusting
especially cause 2park is lyfe and you don’t in 2park
but overall, he’s very sweet and loving
he maybe shy at times even though he’s wild with his siblings
it’s just cause you make him nervous
you guys prove stereotypes wrong and people lOVE it
i’m so sorry this took so long lmao, thanks 4 waiting !!! esp the anon who asked for woojin a long long time ago
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things that annoy me in Be More Chill (the novel)
michael only dated asian girls?? what the fuck?
no other character besides jeremy and rich get character development (not including the squip, ill get to that later)
michael not only lied to jeremy about not knowing what the squip was, but he also never even thought to tell him what could fucking happen to him if he took it??
jeremy started out as a passive aggressive asshole, and then he became a confident asshole that didn't learn a fucking lesson besides "hm maybe it's better to be a nerd??". for the most part, that's all the character development he gets throughout the novel
CHRISTINE WAS TRICKED INTO LIKING JEREMY!!! sorry sweaty, but it was extremely obvious that she didn't like JEREMY, but instead she liked the SQUIP pretending to be a "chill" version of jeremy. their relationship won't fucking last because jeremy doesn't know how to treat women and christine is gonna call him out on it
we were suddenly supposed to feel bad for rich and jake(?) once the house burned? yes, it was an established suicide and that was fucking harrowing to piece together, but we weren't given enough time to develop attachments to the characters. if we were given more story behind them instead of just "rich has squip. he suddenly likes jeremy. oh shit it turns out he's extremely suicidal because he feels like no one really likes him" then i feel like it would've 1. made the ending way better and 2. helped us grasp even more exactly how fucking dangerous the squip is
the sQUIP IS FUCKING EVIL AND I'M JUST GONNA SAY THAT IF MICHAEL KNEW ABOUF THAT AND SO DID RICH THEN THEY PROBABLY SHOULDVE TOLD JEREMY!!! (unless they were isolated incidents...? or with the case of rich, caused mental illnesses (or character flaws in the case of jeremy) to become even worse?)
a lot of the kids having sex were underage? they were (from what i can remember) sophomores, and uh. no thanks. (considering how into detail the book went into some things, not only was i disgusted that a grown man was writing explicit sex scenes between two fifteen year olds, but it was also just extremely awkward in general because they're fucking FIFTEEN! that's kind of illegal!!)
there were a few antisemitic remarks in the novel about michael's hair and other students from what i can recall (please correct me if im wrong, it's been about two months)
SLUT SHAMING!!!
self harm is treated as a fucking joke/taboo goth kink in a party scene in the book.
the ending felt and WAS extremely rushed. few questions were answered if any, and it didn't feel real. it felt like the shit they all went through was a fever dream, and it wasn't well paced at all. it suddenly went from "drink code red to Kill Keanu Reeves" to "To Christine: I Fucked Up" within like five fucking pages?? sorry sweaty but there shouldve been SO MANY THINGS TALKED ABOUT!! why the hell did michael lie to jeremy? if michael and jeremy are treated the same at school, why did only one of them get the squip (assuming michael knew what it was but didn't know the city sequences?)
there are more things, but this is enough for now. excuse any typos, blah blah. also, if y'all know anything or if i missed something, feel free to tell me! i probably missed something in the story and that could explain why somethings were so wild
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#metoo
Alright, so I was inspired by another blogger on here to get into more detail about what happened (and then some). She used the term ‘triggered’ about what this hashtag thing has done to her, and I completely agree. Things I thought were long in the past and dealt with have been resurfacing and haunting me, but I am in no way interested in sharing the #metoo on facebook or twitter or any of that.
Below the cut are the 2 main heavy-hitters of past sexual harassment and assault experiences. They are not the only men, unfortunately, but no one has time for all of the skeletons in this closet. These are the stories of the first offender and the ‘worst’ offender. So be warned about that, and feel free to not read any of this. I think this is just some bizarro therapy so that maybe these stories will stop haunting my mind while this hashtag thing is going on.
Ryan.
When I was 12 years old, I was hanging out with my male cousin who was more like a brother. One of his older brother’s friends was with us and we were reading through an email chain and giggling about it. It was a list of pick-up lines. I was 12, my cousin was 14, and this other kid, Ryan, was 16. Ryan then took this silly thing and made it personal by staring at me and asking if he could wear my thighs as earmuffs. I didn’t even really know what that meant, but it made me scared and I just froze. My cousin then said, “hey man, that’s my cousin,” and the game was over.
Two years later I was on AOL IM (I’m really dating myself with these references) and the older cousin was chatting with me about how he and his girlfriend had just been kissing. I told him that I’d never been kissed. Low and behold, that 16 year old from 2 years ago starts messaging me. I’m now 14 and he’s 18 and about to start college. He starts telling me how he wants to be my first kiss. From that point on, we were talking a lot. Everyone in the family knew we were buddies, but he had a girlfriend and no one seemed to suspect anything more. I liked having the attention of this older and really cute guy, and since he lived 5 hours away something felt safe about it at first.
It didn’t take long before his need or obsession with being my first kiss turned into an obsession with taking my virginity. He talked about how he wanted to watch the movie Kids with me and have sex while the first scene played. If you don’t know, that was an NC-17 movie from the 90s where in the first scene an older boy fucks a really young virgin and then leaves, talking about how he only likes virgins. Charming.
Ryan talked me into doing things like scanning my panties and emailing them to him. I hated it. It made me feel dirty and awful, but he wouldn’t stop asking until I relented. He also talked about me...bottling my juices...and mailing it to him. He was a disgusting creature. OH and I forgot to mention, he was the son of my grandmother’s best friend.
He was away at college when I went to visit my family that fall. He said he was going to come home and we’d have sex in his van after he gave me alcohol to relax me...but he had car trouble, or maybe he was all talk, I have no idea, but he didn’t show up, thank god.
I was in way over my head and had no one I thought I could talk to. I was very active on the internet (shocker) and decided to write to one of my online friends. I told him all about Ryan’s plans and how they didn’t happen, and I wasn’t sure what to think. I left my email account logged into the family computer and while I was at school, my mom found that email.
When I came home, she sat me down, fully expecting me to freak out and demand I be able to keep talking to Ryan. But when she told me what she read the email and that I was to no longer talk to him, I was so relieved that it was over that I thanked her and hugged her.
She told my Aunt about it, who told her sons, and last I knew, when Ryan tried to come around to hang out with them and their friends, they shunned him and walked away. I remember feeling shocked that they ostracized him for me, but also loved. It meant a lot.
Chris.
22 years old. Fresh out of a 4 year engagement with an emotionally manipulative piece of work. He didn’t make this list because it would definitely turn into a novel. Anyway, I’m living in an apartment, technically with a roommate, but he decided to join the Marines and was away at boot camp, so I was living alone for the first time in my life. Dating sites were starting to be a thing then, and I was on the free ones. I was wild. I had been in an unhappy, oppressive relationship, and when I got out I felt free, and dead inside, and self destructive.
Through one of these dating sites, Chris found me. I knew his name was Chris, he was 35, and I knew he was a police officer in the area, and that’s all I knew. He made sure of that. He bugged me and bugged me, but that fact that he was a cop didn’t sit well with me so I evaded him for months. Finally he pleads to just have one date with him and go from there. Said things like, “If you smoke pot or something and you’re worried about being busted, I don’t care about that. I just want to meet you.”
I relented, and we had plans for a date. I didn’t know much about him, which made me nervous, but he said it was only because he met a girl once that ended up being crazy and would call his station all the time, so he wanted to make sure I was cool before he told me anything else. (red. fucking. flag.)
One afternoon before our date, he texted me and said he was off duty and wanted to know if I’d be interested in meeting up now, so we could get over the first meeting jitters before the big date night. I was a little weirded out by it, and he said he was in my neighborhood, and well...I was really fucking nervous, but I said okay. Soon after, he’s at my door. I turned on the TV and we sat on the couch. I told him I didn’t believe the cop thing, since he was so secretive about what station he worked for, and he showed me his badge. Then things got scary.
Instead of just talking for a little bit, her started pushing me around. I was sitting on the end of the couch with my knees to my chest and he pulled at me legs and ripped them open and tried to touch me. I kept kicking him off and telling him no, but he kept attacking me. It was terrifying. He was stringer than me. We were alone, and he wouldn’t stop. I got away and told him to leave, and then he changed his tactics. He followed me through the apartment, apologizing and refusing to leave. He became more gentle and kissed me... and told me how badly I wanted it, if I would just give in.
I was scared. He wasn’t leaving. But he wasn’t being violent anymore, and I didn’t want that to return. I told him no, to please just go a few more times and he continued to kiss me and touch me and tell me how much I wanted it. What I wanted was for it to be over. Eventually, I undressed for him, he writhed hi sweaty, grunting body on top of me for a few minutes, and then he left.
I felt so used. So stupid for letting him in my home in the first place. And so fucking confused. I still thought we were going to have that date after that.... it wasn’t until his communication vanished that I realized what really happened, and what I gave into.
I felt so stupid. I felt like a whore. I hated myself. I didn’t even know that was rape until I shared a little bit of it with my mom during a road trip. She told me I was raped, and it all made sense. But there was nothing I could do about it. I had a first name, that could have been - and probably was - a fake name, and a flash of a badge. I’ve tried to find him on rosters or social media, but never did. I was ashamed of letting him in my house. I was ashamed of letting him attack me. I was ashamed of letting him win. I ultimately just wanted to forget it.
About a year later, I found my now husband - on the internet! We played WoW together for months before I ever new what he looked like. I fell for him before I knew his name. By this point we were living together, and I was finally in the most stable, loving, and perfect relationship I had ever known. I was healing from all of the shit I had been put through; being stalked my my Ex and threatened with his assault rifle; being used and abused by men over and over and over. I was finding my happiness and my husband was helping me. Then one day, I get a text from Chris. He has some bullshit story about being in Iraq as security for a year and wants to see me again. I can’t remember what I said, but I told him off. And that was that. I was glad to have the chance to tell him what a creep he was, and I stored the story away. Moved on. Until this hashtag.
I don’t know how to end this other than that. I could write a book and how I was treated by men since I was 12 years old, and how I kept coming back for more. How they made me feel worthless to the point of almost killing myself. How for some reason a man’s approval, no matter how awful he was, was more important to me than my own for a very very long time.
Now, I am in a stable relationship with a man who treats me like his queen and his partner. He is everything I ever wanted and never thought I deserved. I still deal with issues sometimes of thinking I’m not good enough for him, that he deserves better than this sack of crazy that he married. But He helps me through that.
He helped me save myself from the hellscape my emotions were, and he is so supportive when I revert back to bad days and hard times dealing with people and life.
We are expecting our first child and I was relieved to find out he’s a boy. I was terrified of the idea of raising a girl and the idea that she might be put in situations like I had been while growing up. The landscape is so much different now, it’s so much easier for predators to get into young girls heads. If I do end up with a daughter down the road, I hope I can raise her to be strong, to say no, and to come to me no matter what.
But I was relieved that I have the chance to raise a man who will not do these things. I want to raise a man who will respect everyone he comes in contact with, who will never dream of hurting someone, and who will have the courage to stick up for himself and others in the event that wrong is being done.
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[rubs my disgusting hands together] gimmee that Good Shit. that ShinAya...
Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!
General:
Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
How long will they last? - Hopefully a long time but I don’t have much faith in them.
How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Ayano fell in love with the HOT EDGY DUDE pretty quick back in middle school. For Shin it took suicide and Regret(tm) to feel anything in the first place.
How was their first kiss? - SWEATY.
Wedding:
Who proposed? - Shintaro. He never wants to let her go again.
Who is the best man/men? - Haruk,,,
Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Takanr,,,
Who did the most planning? - Shintaro. He’s... He’s a bit of an overbearing overanalyzing freak. Ayano had no clue what to do though so she kinda appreciates it.
Who stressed the most? - SHINTARO IS MADE OF STRESS
How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Kano Saeru. Again.
Sex:
Please stop
Children:
How many children will they have naturally? - 2! Twins! Here They Are.
How many children will they adopt? - Ayano wants an army. But I have no definite idea. ALL I KNOW IS THAT AYANO WOULD RLY WANNA ADOPT KIDS WHO CAME FROM BAD SITUATIONS
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Shintaro haha
Who is the stricter parent? - Shintaro haha
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Ayano. Shintaro’s just kinda sighing “Same shit as usual”.
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Shintaro. He’s really bad at packing them but Ayano’s memory is shit while Shintaro has literally perfect memory.
Who is the more loved parent? - Ayano by a long shot. Sorry Shin.
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Ayano
Who cried the most at graduation? - SHINTARO. BUT HE SWEARS HE WASNT CRYING
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Ayano. She’d say some shit like “FUCK THE COPS” because she’s still 13 at heart.
Cooking:
Who does the most cooking? - Shintaro. They mostly end up surviving off of instant ramen because he sucks ass at it.
Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Shin,,, He mostly sustains himself on junk food and Coca Cola
Who does the grocery shopping? - Shintaro. He’s a responsible boy.
How often do they bake desserts? - Not often, ‘cause Shin doesn’t really like sweet things. Sometimes Ayano cooks them tho.
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Tbh Im gonna answer meat for all of these because I personally would rather stab myself than eat salad.
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - They both do it and end up completely surprising each other. Ayano’s a hopeless romantic and Shintaro’s a sentimental fucker with a perfect memory. THEY HAVE A GOOD TIME.
Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Shitnaro.
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - S H I N T A R O
Chores:
Who cleans the room? - Shintaro
Who is really against chores? - Still Shintaro
Who cleans up after the pets? - Still Shintaro (Tono lives to be like 20, btw. Good bun)
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - GUESS WHAT ITS SHIN
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Ayano, actually. She wants to seem Acceptable for her family.
Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Shintaro but he gives it to Ayano. Good job flirting pal.
Misc:
Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Shintaro. He dissociates in the shower.
Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Ayano. She likes the outdoors.
How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Ayano typically decorates every year!
What are their goals for the relationship? - To not fuck it up again
Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Shintaro’s sleep schedule is completely upside down
Who plays the most pranks? - Ayano >:3c
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