#she was never mad when I skateboarded into her yard

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#harry potter #I am very sorry for every apostrophe in this comic I am pretty sure I did it the wrongest way every time #back when we had apostrophes in English class I told my mother 'mother' #'I do not understand the apostrophes' #and she said 'child I also do not understand the apostrophes' #'but our neighbour down the street is from England let us ask her' #and she is this really sweet old lady and she made us tea and cake and then we sat down with my homework #she took 1 look at it and said 'yeah no idea' #she said no one really understands the apostrophes and that it is probably for the best if I never use them #I remember no other advice from her because she had this enourmous cuckoo clock #the birds were so big #they were so big I was not able to learn anything more about apostrophes #I still really like this neighbour #she was never mad when I skateboarded into her yard #and before the pandamic she would always celebrate new years eve with my grandma and they would get incredibly drunk #also friends I had my first job interview last week!! #it was not really an interview to be honest it was a test that comes before an interview #I don't know how it went but we all got to keep the pen #when I showed my father the pen he was really disappointed that I didn't steal it #father why would I do that #have a nice day everyone!! c:

[mari-rosa-skiess]

omg i love your writing sm😳❤️ I JUST REALIZED THAT IM THE SAME AGE IF YURIO AGH ITS A GREAT DAY TO BE 15😩👌 also, may i request yurio who meets the reader in japan (like he met her maybe after viktor chooses his program) and she's a skateboarder so like she accidentally skates into him! i feel like it'd be really innteresting to see an ice skater and a skater together as a couple haha (bonus if she's won national skateboarding competitions😎) have a great day and remember to stay hydrated!❤️

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yes !!! i love this idea !! i went on a hiatus again, so sorry it’s VERY late, i hope it’s worth it though LOL

i’m personally not a skater, so i’m sorry if this isn’t accurate to how people skate :(

-mari<3

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You always enjoyed skateboarding. It was your favorite activity since you’ve been younger. It was kind of the way you were able to let stress go and have fun, especially since you are in your mid-teens. Things get rough at age 15, but there’s always skating there to help you.

You were skating down the streets one day in Japan, your (h/c) hair was flowing in the strong breeze since it was a significantly colder day, it was winter after all. There was snow on the ground, but only on the side of the roads and sidewalks, but it was all pretty melted.

You closed your eyes for a second because it felt like the wind was making your eyes shrivel up, but a few seconds later, you fell to the ground with a small ‘hmph’ leaving your lips.

You opened your eyes to see a shortish boy standing up, he looked pissed to say the very least.

“WHY WEREN’T YOU WATCHING WHERE YOU WERE GOING?!” the blond feminine boy screamed.

You stood up and dusted off your clothes, for some small pebbles and dirt got on you when you fell.

“I could say that same about you,” you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO RAN STRAIGHT INTO ME!” He screamed, although it was kind of difficult to understand him because of his thick Russian accent, especially because he was screaming.

“Well, you could’ve simply stepped out of the way when you saw me skating towards you, you could’ve simply stepped aside when I was like four yards away,” You pointed out.

“It seems you also were not paying attention to your surroundings,” you spoke in a snarky tone, smirking.

He went to say something else to defend himself, but he was dumbfounded, not to mention exhausted from the strenuous training from figure skating.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to argue today,” he sighed, picking up his bag he had dropped.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” you replied, dropping down your skateboard.

After you got a closer look at his face, you realized he seemed familiar. You’ve seen him somewhere, but you’re not sure where. Maybe in a store? No, that couldn’t be it.

“Where are you going?” you asked him, slowly skating by him while he walked.

“Figure skating practice, Viktor doesn’t like it when I’m late,” he softly said.

“What’s it to you?” he added, slightly raising his voice.

“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere,” you stared at him blankly, but still paying enough attention to the control you have on your skateboard so you don’t lose balance and topple over.

“You’ve probably seen me on TV, I won Grand Prix gold,” he stated.

“Oh, Yuri Plisetsky, that’s where I’ve heard of you,”

Yuri blushed at how you said his name, it sounded so beautiful the way you said it, almost as beautiful as he found the rest of you. It didn’t take him long to notice your features after he cooled down from his baby tantrum.

He just looked away and went quiet, not saying anything else. After a few minutes, you guys arrived at the rink. Viktor was waiting by the door.

You picked up your skateboard and just held it since there was no reason for you to just stand by it.

“Yurio, you know how I feel about you being late,” the tall man with silver hair stated in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled under his breath.

Viktor’s eyes flickered to you and a grin appeared on his face.

“Oh, I see, you were out with your girlfriend! Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?” Viktor excitedly exclaimed.

Yuri’s face turned red, so did yours.

“No, we just met a few minutes ago,” you shook your head.

“Yeah, this bitch carelessly bumped into me and knocked me over,” Yuri crossed his arms.

“Bitch?!” you asked.

“Okay! I see I was wrong,” Viktor nervously chuckled.

“Why don’t you guys say bye to each other then you can meet me inside, Yurio?” Viktor suggested.

“Okay, fine,”

Viktor said goodbye to you before walking back in the rink, going to get his skates on before Yuri walked in.

“Well, hopefully we don’t cross paths again,” you said irritated, dropping your skateboard back down.

Yuri let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

Yuri was surprised by himself. He never apologizes for anything, it’s just part of his personality to be a dick, but here he is, apologizing!

“What was that?” you asked, turning your head.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke up.

“I didn’t mean it, I’m just a dickhead, you’re not a bitch,” Yuri looked down, blushing.

“Alright, I forgive you...I think,” you said, questioning your own words.

“I’ll see you around,” you spoke.

“Wait, what’s your name?” Yuri asked you.

“Oh, right, it’s (Y/N),” you smiled.

He was shocked that you even had a beautiful name.

“Okay, see you later,” he flashed a small smile before walking into the skating rink.

You skated off, actually feeling good about having a new friend. You did find him cute though, and you were sure he’s sweet when he’s not mad. You kind of mentally beat up yourself for not getting his number, but hopefully, there will be other opportunities.

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It’s been a few days since you bumped into Yuri, and you still thought about him occasionally, as did he. You decided to skate by the rink to see if he was there. Since he couldn’t drive, there was no way to really know if he was there unless you looked in.

The place was rented out, so if it was closed, the doors would probably be locked.

You picked up your skateboard and walked over to the door and pulled on the handle. A small smile appeared on your face when it opened. You walked inside and heard music playing.

You didn’t want anyone to see you because you didn’t want anyone to think you were creepy, so you kneeled down by the part of the skating rink wall that didn’t have a window and watched through the window part.

Yuri was elegantly skating around the rink, his routine already seemed flawless - to you at least - you weren’t used to seeing many people figure skate. He actually didn’t look annoyed for once, but he did look sweaty.

Very sweaty.

You looked down and noticed your skateboard started rolling away from you. You silently cursed under your breath before trying to grab it without making any noise. You ended up grabbing it, but you accidentally launched it because you lost grip of it while you were trying to set it up against the wall.

It made a loud clattering noise before rolling and hitting the wall. Since the room was so big, it echoed and caused Yuri to mess up his routine.

Viktor facepalmed and turned off the music.

“It was great until that noise distracted you...what even was that?” Viktor asked, looking around.

Viktor and Yuri both skated over to the exit of the rink and stepped out, looking around the lobby. You were hoping they wouldn’t see you despite you being literally four feet away from them. 

Viktor saw you and you flashed a nervous smile before standing up.

“Yurio, you got a visitor,” Viktor spoke before walking back onto the rink.

Yuri looked over at you and he surprisingly wasn’t mad.

“Sorry for messing up your routine,” you apologized, looking really nervous.

“Oh... it’s just slightly annoying, I can always redo it,” he blushed.

“It was really good before I distracted you though,” you smiled.

“Oh, thanks,” his face reddened.

A few seconds of silence passed before Viktor walked back off the rink.

“Yurio, take a short break,” he said.

Yuri nodded before taking off his skates while still standing.

“Do you know where your board went?” he asked.

You looked around on the floor before spotting it, you walked over and picked it up.

“Why do you skate so much?” Yuri asked.

“I- Uh- It’s a hobby, and I’m also a competitive skater...with skateboarding, obviously,” you nervously said.

“That actually sounds interesting,” Yuri spoke.

“That’s surprising coming from you,” you smiled.

“What do you mean?” he asked confused.

“I mean, you are a dick,” you smirked and crossed your arms.

He rolled his eyes with a small frown.

“Joking!” you exclaimed, giggling.

“Anyway, we should hang out sometime if you’re up to you,” you smiled at the blond.

His face went back to the red shade it was previously at.

“A-Alright,” he stammered.

You pulled a small slip of paper out of your pocket that you wrote your number down on pre-hand in case you ran into him.

“Here’s my number, I’m free most of the time, just text me,” you smiled at him.

He took the slip of paper from your hand and put it into his pocket.

“Alright,” he smiled.

“I’ll let you get back to what you were doing, see you around!” you exclaimed with a smile while waving as you walked out.

“Bye!” he shouted.

Let’s just say, he did text you a lot when he got home.

#yuri plisetsky #yuri plisetsky x reader #yuri plisetsky imagine #yuri plisetsky x femreader #yoi #yuri on ice #yuri!!!! on ice #yurio x reader #yurio imagine #yurio plisetsky x reader

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How about Trish and hmmm Fugo?

Trish:

• Picky about skincare and other beauty products because she has contact dermatitis, she inherited it from her dad, and as such always keeps moisturizer on her for constant dry skin. It's fragrance free of course but she wishes it could smell like nice like French Lavender & Honey.

• Is always a present and highly-welcomed member at the weekly Boy's Night despite not directly getting involved in the stupider antics of Mista & Narancia. Eggs them on, might do some pranks, definitely partakes in the snacks, but mostly is there to have a good time and laugh without feeling the need to be prim and proper. Just think of that one vine where the girl does a sick vape trick at a party and the guy goes Wrow

• Has a fondness for birds. Wouldn't consider keeping one as she'd worry about giving it the proper care it needs, and she'd feel bad if it couldn't be free to fly because damn if she doesn't feel empathetic towards that, but loves to birdwatch. Loves songbirds the most and has a habit of picking up any cool feathers she finds to keep them and turn them into jewelry for herself.

• Could ABSOLUTELY shred on a skateboard if given one and a reason to. Don't ask me why, she just has the Vibes, but I could also see her rollerblading for a hobby!

• Has an extensive and prized perfume collection handed down to her by her mom. Some of the bottles are antiques and will never be touched, but if she likes you enough she may let you spray one of the newer ones on yourself. Once. Mista abused the priviledge and now there's a limit.

Fugo:

• Used to hate Abbachio when he first joined the gang. What made it so difficult in the beginning is Fugo hates authority figures (due to his past) and has a short fuse while Abbachio was as curt and flippant towards the young man as he is with everyone, until they both found out they shared a few interests like classical art, and now its like he has a goth step-dad.

• He gets constant ear infections from taking showers too often without ear plugs. Why do you think he gets angry enough to tear metal apart sometimes? We've all been there.

• When he's Big Mad sometimes he heads off to a random junk yard or trashed alley and goes ham bananas on whatever looks smashable enough. It's easier stress relief than punching holes in the wall. Less expensive too. Plus last time he did that it got a picture frame hung around it. Embarrassing.

• He's on the spectrum, and I believe that his Swiss-cheese suit exists solely due to his sensory issues. All the holes make the clothing feel less restrictive. Plus it gets hot in Italy, is it so wrong to have a little airflow? At least its a suit, complete with a tie, and not whatever the fuck some jojo characters got going on (Idk if you've seen Jumpin' Jack Flash but just looking at him pisses me off)

• Is the best when it comes to gift giving. He will study the person in question, researching what they like until he feels absolute in what he's picked out, buying gifts months in advance. His friends are always surprised and never disappointed. But his wrapping skills are literally the worst. Pitiful even. Its an abomination of clashing paper and too much tape every time.

#uppertwist #The friendship dynamics get me every time #us I think it'd be funny if you were just some guy in Italy watching a 15 year old going sicko mode in your junkyard #jjba #jjba headcanons

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 15 - Net Zero Change

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, what’s the truth?, 2.9k

@trevor-wilson-covington​ is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

WARNINGS: death mention, swearing

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Alex, Reggie, Flynn and Kyle all sat at a table inside the record store while Willie took care of closing procedures, currently sweeping up around them. Flynn sipped on her soda, eyeing everyone else with a mix of piqued interest and uncertainty.

“I can let you guys stay and talk for about another half hour, but then I’ve gotta kick you out,” Kyle told the three at the table.

“Thanks,” Alex said. “We really appreciate you being so understanding.”

“Not at all,” Kyle said casually. “And Willie’s in the clear, so long as he never pulls a stunt like that again.”

“Thanks for covering for me, man,” Willie said repentantly at Kyle’s rightfully miffed tone.

“I also covered the cost for that jacket, so you owe me for that.”

Alex looked at him, still unable to wrap what had just happened around his head. Climbing somewhere high and screaming felt like an ideal thing to do right then. He wasn’t angry - at least, he didn’t think so - but he still felt like a bottle of Coke that someone had just shaken and dropped a Mento into. His punching bag was already being worn down enough, but since he didn’t have his drums at home it had been a lifesaver recently.

There was Willie, right in front of him, like a miracle. He was so wonderfully unaware of everything, and there was no doubt he hadn’t forgotten Alex. It brought a strange sense of euphoria that battled everything else that had kept his mind dark for so long. He’d used to imagine running into Willie, even for a while after Caleb said he was gone, and thought he’d be the one to catch Willie off guard and rush toward him with joy. Mostly, he’d wanted to knock Willie off his board as slight payback for that one time, but also because it would’ve been satisfying to surprise him for once.

Kyle had gotten up from the table and joined Willie in closing up the store.

“So, you guys all know each other, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah!” Flynn exclaimed. “And I’d like to think that it’s all thanks to me,” she added smugly.

“How so?” Reggie asked in curiosity.

“I helped Willie get into Julie’s concert in Vegas,” she said. “And I’m the reason you two stuck around here.”

Alex looked at her in surprise. Without Flynn, he imagined going with Willie to the Stratosphere or anything else that night wouldn’t have happened. He owed her a serious favor; he wasn’t going to forget that.

“Are you sure you don’t have, like, magic powers or something?” Reggie asked.

Flynn only smiled and quietly sipped her soda again, keeping the mystique for herself.

As Willie disappeared into the kitchen to clean there, Alex looked at Reggie.

“So, do you have as many questions as I do?” he asked.

“Yeah, man,” Reggie said, peeking back toward the kitchen door. “I mean, does Caleb not know?”

“For someone out of the loop,” Flynn butted in. “What’s going on?”

Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat and took in a deep breath. “So you know how we got signed?”

Flynn nodded. “Uh huh. And congratulations, by the way.”

Alex merely shrugged in acknowledgement.

“Well, the guy who owns the label used to be Willie’s caretaker.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Reggie muttered. Alex suddenly felt a little guilty for missing that detail when talking with the guys.

“Yeah, sorry I forgot to mention it,” he apologized. “Anyway, the day that we signed on, Caleb personally told me that Willie had died in a fire.”

Flynn stared in disbelief.

“Wow,” she said. “That’s fishy.”

“No kidding,” Reggie commented. “But why would he do that? Caleb’s been nothing but good to us.”

“You guys should be careful. He was Willie’s guardian? If his story is that far off, I’d watch out.”

Peering over toward the kitchen, Alex couldn’t get a view of Willie at all. He was dying to hear his side of things.

“I guess we’ll have to see. Flynn, how are you getting home?”

“Oh, I was just gonna take the bus.”

“With your equipment?” he said, already worried. It was a lot for her to be lugging around, whether she could carry it alone or not. “Flynn, let us get you a taxi.”

She looked at him, and he expected her to protest and say she could handle herself. To his surprise, she simply huffed.

“You’re right. It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, and one of us could go with you to make sure you get home safe.”

“I’ll go,” Reggie volunteered. He glanced at Alex and it was clear he was giving him an opportunity.

“Thanks Reggie,” Flynn said. “You guys have gotta keep me updated with everything going on, though. I smell drama. A lot of it.” She finished the last few gulps of her soda and stood up to grab her gear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, man,” Reggie murmured to Alex, patting him as he rose to help her out.

“See you.”

As he watched them make their way outside, Alex sighed.

“So, Vegas, huh?” Kyle said as he reentered the room, making him jump.

“Uh, yeah,” Alex replied warily. This guy seemed fairly nice, but he could never be too careful about how much he told strangers. He watched him dust the shelves, trying to relax in his seat.

“Willie doesn’t talk about it much, so I’m kinda surprised he had such a reaction tonight. I got the idea he hated the place.”

Puzzled, Alex didn’t respond immediately. He wondered what could’ve happened.

“Well, I’m sure he has his reasons. But when I met him we had a pretty good time.”

“Hmm,” was all that Kyle said as he looked into space thoughtfully before moving on to locking things up.

Alex realized then that he was the only customer left in the store and he’d simply let his friends leave him. His head was certainly not on straight. The time was nearly midnight, and the options of transportation and his experiences with them only dialed up his anxiety. Busses were just weird because everyone could watch him, taxis were expensive and he’d given most of his cash to Reggie, and the chances of having Bobby pick him up were very low.

“Hey,” Willie was standing over him, skateboard in hand. Alex looked up, startled once again, but the feeling of Willie’s hand on his shoulder softened it.

“Hey.”

“Where did Reggie go?”

“Oh,” Alex started. “He’s making sure Flynn gets home safe.”

Nodding, Willie glanced outside.

“What about you?”

Alex rose with a sigh.

“I’ll figure something out.”

They left the store and slowly walked to the corner. Willie still gripped his board as he gazed up at the red hand on the opposite side of the street.

“Do you...wanna walk with me to my place?” he asked Alex. “‘Cuz you look like you want to talk. Then we can find you a way home.”

Sticking his tongue in his cheek, Alex eyed him thoughtfully. It was almost like they hadn’t just spent four months apart - Willie could read him like a book.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Unfortunately, that made him stuff his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. He’d let himself take Willie’s hand before and have high hopes because he’d let himself ignore reality back then. Even when the guy who he admittedly still had a crush on was back from the dead, Alex didn’t want to tempt fate again. As they both crossed the street, he felt himself hunch inward just as he had earlier with Reggie.

“So, I’m guessing it’s a little weird to see me, since you thought I was a goner and everything,” Willie started nervously.

“Dead,” Alex said, looking at him seriously. “You were dead.”

Willie slowed his pace and sucked in a breath.

“Yeah.”

For a few yards they didn’t speak. Something ate at Alex’s insides, and he couldn’t put a finger on it. Change had always been his worst enemy, but this was a good change. Willie was alive, then he was dead, and now he was back. It should’ve been like net zero change, cancelled out like math. He should be fine about this, right? Why was he not fine?

“Alex, are you...are you mad?” Willie dared to ask.

He paused in his tracks, arms slacking against his sides. Looking over at Willie, then down at the sidewalk again, he nodded.

“Yeah, actually.” Immediately the eating feeling worsened. “I don’t know why that is, but you’re right. I am kinda mad.”

Willie furrowed his brow, but remained quiet for a minute as they continued walking.

“Are you mad at me?” he wondered aloud, finally.

“Maybe?” Alex said, feeling the temperature in his veins rise the more he went on. “That sounds silly, I know, because it wasn’t you who lied to me and put me through absolute agony for weeks on end. You were just the person I thought was dead and so every time I thought about you, it hurt. I don’t even know why it hurt so much. It’s not supposed to hurt when you’re still practically a stranger to me. All I know is that we kind of liked each other and then I thought I’d never find out anything else. I mean, we only knew each other for one day. One fucking day. That was it!”

Alex saw Wilie flinch at the unexpected use of language. A little too late, he realized he should’ve been more gentle. While it was true that he needed to finally release more than just self-pity, it wasn’t worth making Willie miserable for it.

“Wow,” Willie murmured. It already sounded more wounded than Alex could bear.

“That was harsh; I shouldn’t have blown up like that.”

He looked over at Willie to be sure he hadn’t done too much damage already.

“I can’t imagine how awful that was,” Willie said simply.

The pressure that had heated up his veins rapidly began to cool down as Alex realized he was handling this all wrong. He’d momentarily lost control and already saw its potential for harm.

“It’s not you I’m mad at. It’s Caleb.”

“That makes two of us,” Willie told him. “You want to know what really happened?”

“I want to know everything.”

They continued walking along as Willie seemed to try summing up the past few months properly in his mind.

“I don’t know exactly where to start,” he said.

“Well, why don’t you start where we left off?” Alex suggested. It was only fitting that one of them was walking the other home, just like they’d been doing the last time they’d seen each other. There was a funny sense of poetry to it.

“Okay,” Willie began. “I guess what really started it was when we were up on the Stratosphere, remember?”

“Uh huh.”

“I told you that I have amnesia because I had a memory come back.”

“Right, about your dad.”

“You remember this really well,” Willie commented. Alex bowed his head, feeling his lip curl the tiniest bit. “Anyway, I started drawing the things I remembered. And I mean, I drew every detail I could. Even though back then it was just the one about my dad and then the first time that I ran away from Caleb - ”

“Wait, what?” Alex blurted.

Willie cocked his head to the side as he tried to keep the narrative easy to follow.

“Oh yeah that was weird, I had this dream where everything was backwards and it happened like every night and it took me forever to figure out that it was a memory. Anyway, the reason I have amnesia right now? I was trying to run from Caleb because he was a total a-hole and then I got hit in the head!”

Alex looked at his casual expression with mild horror.

“That’s a lot to process,” he said slowly.

“Yeah, I guess he was putting on a face after that, because he didn’t really get nasty until right before I left him for good.”

By the time Willie finished dishing everything to Alex, they had been standing by his front door for a solid ten minutes. Alex could only stand there and let everything turn over in his mind like a taffy pull. Moreover, a pit of dread was forming in his stomach at the same time as a spark of joy grew in his chest.

“So...Harrison Ford?” he said.

Willie smiled. “Much cooler than Han Solo.”

“I still can’t believe you were literally planning to skate your way here. Even I would’ve ruled that out after a minute.”

Lifting a hand defensively, Willie opened his mouth but couldn’t find words.

“I - I will never live that down,” he chuckled.

Alex chuckled in turn. “No.”

For a moment he just looked at Willie. It was the first time that night where his vision wasn’t clouded with questions or overwrought with mixed emotions. This time, it was just as he’d seen him that first moment when they’d sat across from each other at the diner. That was ages ago, but it didn’t seem to have dimmed or faded one bit in Alex’s memory. Here, he was just Willie. It was so nice to see that again.

“What made you come to LA?” he asked. He shuffled his feet awkwardly. 

“You did.” Willie looked right into his eyes as he said it.

The words were plain and honest. Something swelled in Alex’s chest as he heard them. If anyone else had said that - the guys, Julie, even his sister Abby - he would’ve doubted it a little. That was the awful thing with his anxiety is that it immediately twisted everyone’s words into betrayal. Not Willie’s, though.

“Why me?”

Willie got thoughtful, eyes unfocused for a moment.

“I don’t know. I’d do anything for you,” he said, gazing back up at Alex again.

Alex shifted his weight.

“Because I helped you start regaining memories, right?”

It made sense that if he’d been in that position, the person who’d been with him in those moments would mean a great deal to him, too.

“No,” Willie said. “Just ‘cuz. I still like you.”

Alex blinked and his mind emptied of all thought - a feat he’d never imagined occurring. Soon he found himself caught looking into those brown eyes, and instead of wanting to throw in a line, he wished he could plant himself there and spread roots. If it were up to him, he had no desire to go back home and he would just stay happy where he was.

It took a while to realize that he’d slowly begun to lean forward, lips parted as he gazed down at Willie’s mouth. Their noses were just barely not touching, and they hung in the balance waiting for the other to cross that threshold. Willie looked vaguely hypnotized, if not a little indecisive. His thoughts finally caught up to his actions, and once Alex saw what he was doing he turned away.

Dammit, how could you mess that up, Alex? he berated himself. He was already so out of focus and not thinking about the consequences of his actions; he couldn’t go around treating Willie like something else to dump his turmoil upon. Clearing his throat, he straightened his posture. Willie nervously ran a hand through his hair, visibly confused.

“So....” Alex began awkwardly. “You have your own place?”

Willie nodded, not looking him in the eyes anymore.

“Yeah, it’s kinda nice,” he said plainly. “You’ll have to check it out one of these days. You could see Sheldon, too.”

“Yes,” Alex said quickly. “Yes, I would totally be down to come see you and Sheldon. That would be great.”

He hated that the natural cadence in his voice was so sarcastic sometimes. Right now, it didn’t sound genuine at all and he desperately wanted to convey how much he meant every word.

“Bet you’re sort of busy with the band and school and all, though,” Willie said, clearly a little despondent. Alex really wanted to go back and fix the moment they’d had before. He wasn’t making it any better.

“Well, I’m free all next Saturday. You’re not working, are you?”

“I can arrange things with Kyle to get covered. I’m usually on his good side and he doesn’t stay mad for long, so I’m not worried.”

“That’s good.” A pause. “So it’s okay if I come on Saturday?”

“Sure, sure,” Willie rushed to say. “I’m totally down for that. Uh...I just remembered that we’ve gotta get you back home. Did you know how you were gonna do that?”

“Uh yeah, I was gonna just catch the bus,” Alex said, entirely impromptu. After embarrassing himself so badly with Willie, he could override any fears about using public transportation. All he wanted to do was lift his hood over his head and pull the strings so it closed over his face.

“Got it,” Willie replied.

“But I’ll be excited to see you next Saturday,” Alex added. He saw Willie’s eyes light up a little and it made him smile in relief as he began stepping away from Willie’s door. Biting his lip in his usual cute manner, Willie nodded at him.

“See you then.”

Alex exhaled in excitement as he made his way up the steps to the street, barely able to take his eyes off Willie. Only when he couldn’t see him anymore did he force himself to turn away.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfic #jatp fanfic #sunset curve #alive au #willex #willie #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina #flynn taylor #viva las vegas #net zero change #fiddlepickdouglas

[hearteyesbowen]

breakdown ☆ ricky bowen

ricky and y/n are best friends, but when y/n is in need of a savior, ricky does what any other best friend with feelings towards the other would do.

warnings - fluff, slight angst, kinda long

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Come on, you know the second was the best movie!” Ricky argued.

“It’s good, but the third movie has some of the best songs.” You countered.

You and Ricky were best friends since fourth grade when you moved to his elementary school. Your earliest memory with him was when he pushed you on the swings when you were all alone. Through thick and thin, it was always you and Ricky (and Big Red, of course). You hated to admit that you managed to develop feelings for him, but you couldn’t control it.

When you both went to high school, you thought that things might be different. Maybe he would felt the same as you; you did both harmlessly flirt with each other for almost a year.

Then he dated Nini. Although you don’t hate her (in fact, you two are great friends), you couldn’t help but feel envy inside you since she asked him out before you could gain the courage to. Eventually they would break up during the summer after the whole Instagram video and summer camp. You two stayed up late to facetime or binge movies as he got over her, and a part of you thought maybe that spark you once had might light again.

“Maybe we should have another movie night. I can make those cookies you like and we can stay up all night.” He offered as you both walked to your lockers, conveniently next to each other.

“Maybe I would like that” You smiled.

He gave you a smile, making your heart melt.

You felt your phone buzz inside your pocket. You took it out and saw a message from your dad.

Come home immediately after school. If you go out anywhere you’ll be in more trouble.

Your face dropped. You tried to hide it as best as you could from your best friend, but you both knew it wouldn’t be that easy to hide such a large change in emotion.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked worryingly. He placed his hands on your arms and stood extremely close to you. He wasn’t significantly tall, but he did tower over your shorter figure.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You spoke softly. You gave him a small smile.

He let out a small sigh, his hot breath fanning over you.

“Talk to me.” He demanded.

The bell for first period rings, signaling you to both go to class.

“I’ve got to head to class, Ricky. We can talk later” You said, breaking from his grasp and slowly walking backwards towards your class.

He was quick to grab your hand, pulling you back to him, your breath hitched in your throat.

You both stood especially close to each other. Your faces were only inches apart.

“I don’t want you to lie to me. What happened, Y/N?”

“We’ll be late to class” You mumbled.

“I don’t mind being late, now you’re going to tell me what’s wrong or I’ll be worrying about you until lunch.”

Your gaze was stuck on his eyes, a rich brown that became more glossy as he waited for you to respond. His cheeks had a faint flush of pink, and his lips seemed partially chapped.

“I’m fine.” You whispered. You managed to let go of his hand and quickly walk to your first period.

➢➣ ➢➣

Once the last bell rang, your heart started to race. Ricky had been texting you all day but you kept avoiding them. Even Big Red texted you, trying to see if you would answer him. You hid in the library where you knew Ricky would never think to find you during lunch, and intentionally took longer routes to your classes where you knew you would pass Ricky. You couldn’t handle talking to him about what’s been going on at home without breaking down. You couldn’t handle knowing what he would think of you being so vulnerable to him, you have never done that.

You shoved your chemistry notebook in your backpack and tried to speed walk out of the class without seeming suspicious.

Just as you exited the door, your face was met with a stronger body. You were slightly pushed back, and looked up to see the curly-haired beauty you had been trying to avoid.

You both looked at each other in awe, as if you hadn’t seen each other in years. You quickly pushed passed him and tried to leave school. You tried to take sharp turns and corners where Ricky would lose you, but he was smarter than that.

When you found the door that led to the back of the school, you thought you were safe from him, but you were quickly grabbed and pulled into the janitor’s closet.

“Ricky! Are you out of your mind?” You screamed.

“Nice to see you too, babe.” He mumbled.

Your cheeks heated up at his nickname. You never got used to him calling you babe.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong, because clearly it must be important if you can’t even text me back.”

“You’re being a child.” You spat. He stood very close to you again, and you couldn’t help but stare at his pink lips. and if you weren’t going crazy right now you thought that he was going the same to you.

“The only immature one is you.” He argued.

“I really need to go home, Ricky. My dad will get mad if I’m not home in ten minutes.” You pleaded, trying to reach for the door handle but be blocked by his strong figure.

His face softened when you mentioned your dad. Although you never really liked to talk about your home life, he always knew you were terrified of your dad. He also knew that you mother was never in the picture, leaving you and your dad when you were two years old. It explained why your dad was so strict, but didn’t justify it.

He grabbed your arms and put them around his neck as he went to wrap his own around your waist, pulling you into a soft hug. You let out a small breath and hugged tighter, wanting the moment to last.

“Text me when you get home, ok? Drive safely, and if you need me, just text me. I can be at your house in no less than five minutes.” He mumbled softly.

You simply nodded your head, trying not to speak knowing you would only cry.

He let you go and you quickly grabbed the door handle and sprinted to your car.

➢➣ ➢➣

As you pulled into your driveway, you could practically imagine the conversation you and your dad would have.

You pushed your keys in the lock and opened the door, placing your keys on the small porcelain plate in the center of your coffee table.

You sighed and slowly walked to the kitchen, weary of how angry your father might be once he sees you.

You enter the kitchen and see him sitting on the dining table, a small white cup of coffee in his hand and he scrolled on his phone. You gently pull out a chair next to him and sit down, your legs slightly shaking at the anticipation.

“Hi dad, what happened?” You asked frightfully, your fingers playing around with the bracelet Ricky had given you for your birthday.

“Why does your report card say you have two c’s? I told you that if you don’t focus on school then you can’t go to a good college. I can’t have you become a disappointment to this family like I fear you will be.” He explained in an angry tone.

You sat shocked. You always questioned why you always suffered to try and make your dad proud but nothing ever worked. A part of you snapped, and you sat up straight, ready to argue with your dad.

“I don’t get it.” You scoffed, “I do everything for you. I study for hours after school, I volunteer at schools and hospitals every free weekend I get, I bust my ass for you and nothing ever satisfies you. I’m fucking sick and tired of trying to please you when you are never happy for me. Have you ever been proud of me? Have you ever asked what I wanted? Do you even care about me or are you just trying to watch me explode?” You screamed at your dad.

Suddenly his whole demeanor changed. His face stayed monotone throughout your speech, making you scared.

“Go to your room. I don’t want to hear from you again until you learn to fix your attitude.” He said calmly.

You got up, tears burning down your cheeks, and ran to your room.

You slammed the door, locking it before you screamed. Your knees became weak, falling to the carpeted floor. All the pent up anger and sadness broke free, and you could do nothing but slam your fists on the ground.

You got up from the ground and slumped to your dresser, staring at the small picture frames you placed of you and your dad from years prior. The tears kept rolling down your cheeks, and the anger kept rising from your body. You quickly pushed the frames off the dresser and onto the floor as you continued to yell.

You did the same to any picture of him left hanging on your wall or taped to your mirrors. You were an absolute mess.

Suddenly you heard the repeated buzz from your phone, indicating you had a call.

Ricky 💕

You stared at the name and the photo showing as he called; it was when you went to Disneyland together for the first time, and he practically begged for you take a picture with him. You jumped on his back and he held your legs as he asked a random lady for her to take the picture.

You pressed the button that sent a prewritten text saying “Sorry, I can’t talk right now.” After the message was sent, you saw another text from you dad saying he had a call from work and he would be home later that night. You proceeded to throw your phone at the wall, climbed on top of your bed, bringing your legs to your chest and gazed at your destroyed room.

Ricky saw your text and instantly knew something was wrong. He was quick to grab his skateboard, yelling at his dad that he was going to visit you, and sped to your home as fast as he could.

He reached your driveway and kicked his skateboard to your yard, not caring if it were to get stolen or not. He grabbed his keychain and pulled out the key you had secretly given him for when he wanted to come over, and fumbled with the lock, trying to reach you.

He opened the door and quickly locked it. Immediately, he heard a faint sound of music coming from up the stairs of your house. He got even more worried when he knew you were playing your sad playlist and nearly tripped as he ran straight to your room.

“Y/N?” He screamed through the house.

He ran up the stairs, the music getting louder and louder. He got to your door and tried to turn the knob, but it was locked.

“Y/N open up! Don’t scare me like this babe!” He screamed through the door as he tried to push the for open.

You gave no response, nearly making his heart stop.

He got out his wallet and pulled out his i.d., sliding it through the slit of the door and forcing the door open.

He gasped as he saw you; blood-shot eyes, prominent eye bags, and your shaking figure on the floor.

You met his eyes, seeing the tears well up from trying to open the door. All you could do is let out another breakdown.

Ricky practically jumped onto the floor and grabbed your weak body, pulling you onto his lap, either of your legs around him. He tried his best not to squish you, knowing how fragile you might be right now, but he couldn’t help but feel relieved knowing you weren’t hurt.

“What happened? Why didn’t you just talk to me today? I shouldn’t have let you leave so easily. I’m so sorry Y/N I’m the worst best friend in the world.” He rambled. You could practically hear the cracking in his voice and the quivers in his words. He was almost as much of a mess as you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck like you did earlier in the janitor’s closet. He rubbed small circles on your back, kissing your head and you cheek, trying his best to calm you. He lightly rubbed the bottom of your ears, knowing how much it calmed you when you had anxiety. You tried to catch your breath and relax, and it was going well with how Ricky treated you.

Once he felt you calm down more, he moved his arms to under your legs and carry you to your bed, remaining in the same position as you were on the floor.

You couldn’t bare to look at him. You were so weak and vulnerable and you could only imagine he would pity you. He brought his hand to gently grab your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“What happened?” He asked, barely audible.

“My dad has just been giving me the most awful stress these past months and I can’t handle it anymore. All he does is set high expectations and expects me to achieve them but he doesn’t realize that I can’t handle all of it and I’m so tired of hearing him call me a disappointment.” You cried.

Ricky caressed your chin, grazing his thumb along your jawline. He tried his best to hold back his own tears, hoping to look strong for you. In reality, he was as broken as you.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to you to have to worry about me. I’ve always tried to stay tough for you when you needed me, but i can’t hold in these feelings anymore.” You cried.

You got up from his lap and stood on the floor. You paced around the room, trying to catch your breath and calm down. Ricky was quick to get up too.

“Everything is stressful, it’s all too much for me to-“

Ricky gently grabbed the sides of your cheeks, bringing you into a soft kiss.

You froze, surprised at the action.

He was quick to pull away, leaving you both speechless.

“I-I’m so sorry. You wouldn’t stop freaking out, I needed to shut you up.” He stuttered nervously, giving a small, scared laugh.

You glanced at his lips before leaning in again. Your hands snaked around his neck and his arms went to your waist, bringing you closer. Your hands moved to his cheeks, and you pulled away slowly.

“Shut up, Ricky.” You whispered, giving him a small smile,

He let out a breath of relief, “I’m here for you, ok? There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to let you feel so scared and depressed.”

He leaned in to kiss you again, gripping your waist tighter. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss. Your hands found his hair and softly tugged at his curls. He walked backwards until his legs hit your bed, making him sit down and bringing you along, straddling his waist. His hands went to your hips as you two continued your session.

You pulled away to look at him. His lips were a little swollen, matching the bright tint on his cheeks. His eyes were still red from the tears.

“I adore you, but I need to clean up this mess before my dad comes home.” You mumbled, twirling his hair around your finger.

“It’s a date.” He smiled.

A/N - hi !! this is my first imagine so go easy ! if u have any requests go ahead and send me some, i’ll try and get through them if i like them or if i even have time :)

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[revengeoftheantichrist]

Prompt: 14

Warnings: Handjobs AO3 Prompt:  hii:) could you write something about giving Michael a hand job, preferably grunge! Michael, have a good day<3

Ms Meade had been your neighbour for as long as you could remember. The white-picket suburb considered her a weirdo, but you quite liked her. Her eccentricity had a charm to it, and you would look forward to your afterschool conversations with her over the fence in the back yard. You were in for a shock when you returned home from your first collage semester. The neighbours had become a lot more friendly to the woman. Everyone and their literal mother always smiling and engaging in mundane conversation they hadn’t given her in years. The cause of all this? Michael. Michael was a boy that Miriam had taken in a few months ago. Her new ‘son’ was the talk of the town. You understood why when you were first introduced. He was handsome and extremely charming. His dazzling blue eyes seemed to bewitch high-school girls and house-wives a like. Apparently, he spent the summer as a pool boy, and something told you he was offered more than cash and an ice-cold Coke. You had quickly become friends with the boy next door, sharing a mutual interest in Emo classics and retro slashers. Your recent conversation with Michael was interrupted by Miriam’s doorbell. He rolled his eyes and sighed, before going to get the door. You heard the shrill voice of a woman, and a quick thankyou from Michael, before he shut the door. He re-entered the room, with a plate of cookies balanced in one hand, you could see the flex of his bicep as he carried it in. “Who was that?” you asked. “Mrs. Jones baked some extra cookies, so she dropped them off,” he smiled. You raised your eyebrow, “Jones? Jones never bakes extra. Trust me. In all those PTA bake sales, she prided herself is making the precise amount,” you said. Michael only laughed and shrugged, before inhaling one. “And,” you also took one, “she lives three streets away,” you pointed out. “What can I say,” Michael dusted crumbs off his face, “MILFs love me.” He winked as you rolled your eyes, pressing ‘play’ on your game of Mario Kart that was so rudely interrupted. You almost threw the plate at him when you lost for the 5th time in a row. “You must be cheating!” He only stuck his tongue out in reply. “You know what, I’m bored of this let’s go to the skatepark or something, I have some new roller-skates I need to break in,” you suggested. “Aww, is someone a sore loser,” he fake pouted. You threw a pillow at him in retaliation, before going to get you skates. //// Your trip to the park was cut short when Michael fell off his skateboard. He had scraped himself up and being the ever-dramatic drama queen, he leaned on you to limp home. “You’re lucky no one was there to see you fall boy wonder, Imagine the gossip tomorrow,” you laughed, sitting him down on his bed. He grumbled in response, you only laughed harder, going to get the first aid kit. Michael had taken his boots and trousers off by the time you returned, you assumed it was to make cleaning his scrapes easier. He dangled his legs off the bed as you knelt tend to his knees. The room was silent, expect for Michael’s hissing and groaning when you removed the little bits of rock or applied the disinfectant. “Stop being a baby,” you mumbled focusing on your work of patching him up. You finished and looked up, Michael’s intense gaze left you speechless for a minute, all coherent thought gone from your brain. Michael wasn’t faring any better, your hands on his thighs were driving him crazy. “Elbows?” you broke the silence. “What?” “I need to do your elbows,” you stuttered. He nodded, leaning back to let you get up on the bed. He kept the kit on his lap, hoping to cover the straining in his boxers. You repeated the process, finishing the dressing with an “All done.” You were already putting the contents of the kit away before Michael noticed, too late for him to stop you from lifting it out his lap. Your face heating up as you noticed the wet patch and straining erection he was hiding. Michael began to stutter something out, but you interrupted him, “does it hurt?” You put the box down somewhere. Your fingers travelled up his thighs, lightly stroking his clothed cock. “Ahhh, so much,” he whined. “Let me see,” you said in a low voice, hoping he couldn’t hear the shyness in your voice. He made a show of slowly pulling his top off, “Ms Mead would be mad if I ruined the shirt,” he smirked at you. You bit you lip and kept your hands to yourself as he pulled the waistband of his boxers. His cock sprung out, hitting his lower tummy and leaving a string of precum. You were fascinated by how pretty it was. You gently held the shaft and Michael sighed at the softness of your hand, fully leaning back into his pillows. You lightly stroked the precum all over his shaft, teasing the tip with your thumb on occasions. His moans and whines were getting louder, the sound was music to your ears. The more noise he made, the more confident you became. Michael let out a frustrated groan when you slowed down, just as he was about to reach his peak. He looked at you with pleading eyes, but you only smiled in response, almost stopping all together. “Please,” he whined. “Please what?” you wanted him to beg. “Please please let me cum, I’ll be so good I promise.” “Well, since you’ve asked so nicely,” You sped up your movements again, Michael had a vice grip on the sheets, his eyes screwed shut. You lightly tapped his cheek, “keep your eyes on me.” He quickly nodded. He began to twitch again, before he gasped and lifted his hips off the bed. Ropes of cum painted his abdomen and chest, and you stroked him through the aftershocks. His blissed-out face and red cheeks were a sight to behold, you wished you could have that image painted and put in a museum to be admired for generations to come (or cum). “You’re such a messy boy Michael,” you held you hand up to show him. He gently grabbed your wrist, bringing it to his face. He made a show of licking up your palm and to your fingertips, before taking you fingers to his mouth and gently sucking.

You shuddered at the feeling, and the unspoked promise of what was to come.

#my writing #prompts #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader

[gra-sonas]

The Kissing Booth | Malex [R]

This is a happy Malex highschool AU. There are no hammers or homophobic dads in this one, just two boys kissing for the first time (and then some). I may have borrowed a few lines of dialogue from 1x06, just not quite in the way you’d expect.

Author’s note I: Eternal thanks to @Insidious-Intent for the quick beta, you rock!

Author’s note II: This fic is rated R for a reason, Alex and Michael are both 17 (i.e. at the age of consent in New Mexico, and holy shit, do they both consent).

on AO3

        This is for all my lovelies who had a rough night. ♥

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“Oh my god, Michael, what are you even wearing?”

Isobel is standing in front of Michael, arms akimbo and fury emanating from her every pore.

Michael looks down at himself.

“That’s my best flannel, Iz. There’s only one little stain on it that just won’t come out. These laundromat washing machines don’t do well with motor oil. But you can’t really see it when I’m in the booth.”

Michael is embarrassed. She knows that his budget doesn’t allow for him to buy fancy clothes, why is she so mad at him? Isobel closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“I didn’t even notice the stain. But your shirt is missing buttons, Michael. Pretty much every button to be precise. And you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. I can almost see your belly button!”

Michael snickers, he’s quick to school his face into a mask of friendly indifference though. Iz doesn’t handle well being laughed at.

“I know, the one near my belly button came off when I put the shirt on this morning. I didn’t have time to fix it. And I didn’t have a clean shirt either. Sorry, Iz.”

Her face does a complicated thing where she looks furious one moment, then like she pities him the next (which he hates, he doesn’t want or need anyone’s pity, least of all hers), and then it’s back to her determined ‘I get shit done’ face. Michael almost gets whiplash from looking at her going through all these expressions.

“OK, I’m going to find a shirt for you, you cannot run the kissing booth with half your shirt off.”

“But why not, Iz? Don’t you think my sweaty, almost shirtless torso is gonna bring all the people to the yard?”

Isobel crunches her face in disgust.

“Ew, Michael. This is a school Carnival in case you forgot. Keep it PG and don’t be gross.”

“Gross is my middle name,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing, Iz, nothing.”

She looks around and spots a dark clad student with spiked hair walking up the steps to the school’s main entrance.

“Hey, you!”

The guy stops and turns around.

It’s Alex Manes, local emo/goth/whatever and avid skateboarder. He’s also the guy Michael’s had his bisexual awakening over. They’d been paired for a project in their computer science class last fall and Michael had liked spending time with Alex. A lot. They even got an A for their essay, thanks to Alex being an actual wizard when he had a keyboard in front of him. Michael is still in awe of Alex’s coding skills.

He’s also still hopelessly in crush with Alex. The dark eyeliner, the hair, the bling, not to forget the sinfully tight skinny jeans that do wonders to show off Alex’s strong legs and amazing ass. Yeah, ever since Michael realized that he’s also into dicks, Alex has played a vivid role in most of Michael’s fantasies, sexual and non-sexual. Not that he ever did anything about it though.

He knows Alex is gay, not a day's going by without Valenti and his ilk bullying Alex in some way because of it, but Michael’s been careful not to get any ideas. Alex might be gay, that doesn’t mean he’d necessarily be attracted to someone like Michael. He’s not exactly a catch with his big nose, unruly hair and hand-me-down clothes.

Michael’s trying to play it cool when Alex walks the steps back down and comes over to where they are standing in front of the Kissing Booth.

“You yelled, Miss Evans?”

Michael admires Alex for having the balls to address Isobel with a voice that’s dripping with sarcasm. She doesn’t seem affected by Alex’s somewhat insolent reply though.

“Do you have an extra shirt?”

Michael is stunned, apparently Iz is willing to let Alex’s behavior slide, if only she gets a shirt for him out of it. She must be really desperate to cover his chest.

“I do.”

Michael feels his face heat up. Any second now Iz is going to explode and yell at Alex. And he’ll associate Michael with the incident and never look at him again. Great.

To his surprise, Isobel’s voice is especially sweet when she speaks again.

“I’m sorry, I should explain why I asked you about the shirt. You see, Michael here is going to run the kissing booth at the Carnival today, and look at his flannel. It’s missing a number of buttons. You can almost see his belly button!”

Faster than Michael has any chance to react, Iz pulls his flannel apart to show the expanse of his naked chest to Alex, who looks rather flabbergasted. Then his eyebrows draw together in a thoughtful frown.

“Wouldn’t that be a selling point though? I’m pretty sure most of the girls lining up to kiss Guerin will be more than happy to get an eyeful of that.”

He gestures at the general direction of Michael’s left nipple. Which hardens immediately. Fuck his life, Michael is not sure whether to laugh or cry. He goes for flirty sarcasm instead. If he’s going to die of embarrassment today, he’s gonna go out with a bang.

“Why just girls, Manes? I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy, don’t you think my manly chest could be of interest to anyone else?”

Alex’s eyes are wide, looking at Michael, but he snorts.

“I don’t see a single chest hair growing on that manly chest of yours.”

Iz waves her hand in front of Alex’s face.

“Sorry to interrupt your banter, but I have other things to take care of. Shirt?”

She holds up her flat hand and for a change, Alex complies. He takes off his backpack, opens it and pulls out a black shirt. The cover of Depeche Mode’s Music for the Masses album is printed on the front.

“It’s a bit frail around the collar, hope your manly chest won’t catch a cold through the holes. I want this back by the way, no need to wash it. I’ll do that myself.”

With that Alex hands the shirt over to Michael, zips his backpack, then turns around and leaves.

Michael is stunned. He clutches the shirt to his chest as if to comfort himself.

Iz puts a hand on his chin and turns his head around to look at him.

“Are you freaking out because you just outed yourself to the local gay guy?”

“What? No, of course not. It’s not a secret. I mean, I’ve never told anyone except you, but I’m not ashamed of it. I’m still stunned that you forced him to hand over a spare shirt so I won’t be such a kissing magnet.”

He yelps when Isobel’s fist makes contact with his bicep.

“Go into the booth and put the shirt on, wear the flannel over it, don’t make a scandal. This is all for a good cause and I don’t want to hear any complaints about your behavior. There are wet wipes in the booth, use them between kisses, there’s also mouth wash, use that too. I’ll come by in about two hours and I swear to god, your chest will never get a chance to grow a single hair, if you don’t behave. Understood?”

Michael nods. Isobel turns on her heel and heads over to the area where Max supervises the setup of a huge bouncy castle that looks like a flying saucer. Being as alien as possible in plain sight is Isobel’s thing, but then Roswell is the perfect town to host an alien themed Carnival.

Michael enters the kissing booth, unbuttons the remaining buttons of his favorite flannel and picks up Alex’s shirt. No one’s around, so he allows himself to hold it close to his nose and sniff. The shirt is freshly laundered, but it still smells like Alex somehow. It’s comforting.

Michael’s overcome with sudden longing, and he keeps breathing in the soothing scent for another moment. When he hears a noise from outside the booth, he quickly pulls the shirt over his head and exits the booth while he puts the flannel back on. He doesn’t bother with the buttons though.

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Three hours into the Carnival, Michael is tired. He’s chewed through a pack of gum, the first bottle of mouthwash is almost empty, and the trash can is filled with used wet wipes.

He’d thought kissing so many people in one day would be fun, but it’s not.  

The number of people with bad breath is staggering (smokers being the worst), and more than one girl has tried to slip him their tongue. Michael loves kissing, but as it turns out, he has to like the person he kisses, or else it’s a somewhat boring and at times humiliating task.

Iz has allowed him to take a ten-minute break every hour and he’s relieved when the line in front of the booth dwindles down. Time to take his break. He’s about to close the window, when he sees Alex Manes approaching. It feels like his heart is doing a somersault in his chest.

Alex stops in front of the booth. He seems nervous, and he takes a deep breath before he speaks.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

Michael’s hands are sweaty and cold all of a sudden.

“Uh, yeah, I guess?”

Alex leans closer to the open window, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Somewhere private, maybe?”

Michael nods and tilts his chin to indicate that Alex should come around to the door on the back of the booth. As soon as Alex is out of sight, Michael closes the window and turns the sign that will inform people he’s on a break. It’s red with a green flying saucer depicted in the middle, and it reads I’ve been abducted, BACK IN 10.  

Michael also closes the flimsy curtain to keep prying eyes from looking inside the booth before he opens the door.

Alex is fiddling with the hem of his black Danger! At the Picture Show shirt. When Michael tries to run his hand through his curls, he realizes he’s still wearing the green visor Isobel made him wear. The sticker on the bill depicts a little green Martian with pursed lips that says “Kiss me, I’m an alien". Michael takes the visor off and lets it dangle from one finger.

Alex enters the booth and closes the door behind him. All of a sudden, it’s dim inside, the only light coming from three strings of fairy lights Isobel put up to imitate starlight. Pictures of UFOs and cartoon aliens are lining the walls, some of them are even kissing. A UFO made from papier-m��ché is hanging from the ceiling, the WE COME IN PEACE lettering sparkling in green glitter.

Michael looks at Alex with wide eyes. He has no idea what Alex wants.  

“Okay, talk?”

Michael feels like he’s about to vibrate out of his skin when Alex keeps quiet for what feels like at least another minute. All of a sudden Alex surges forward and puts his hands on the lapels of Michael’s flannel. He stumbles back until he hits the wall. Alex comes after him, taking small steps, then he pulls Michael closer ever so slowly. When Michael doesn’t give any indication of being afraid or wanting an out, Alex closes the final gap between them and kisses the living daylights out of him.

Michael is shell-shocked for all but two seconds before he also dives in and kisses back with everything he has, the visor dropping to the floor from his hands before he clings to Alex’s shirt.

When Alex pulls back eventually, Michael leans forward and tries to chase his lips. He lands one more peck before he opens his eyes and looks at Alex who’s taken a step back. His face is flushed and his eyes are so wide, Michael’s afraid they might pop out of his head any second. Michael wants to kiss the deer-in-the-headlights panic from Alex’s face, but he’s afraid that Alex might bolt when he follows that urge.

He’s careful to slow his motions when he reaches out for Alex and cups his face in his hands.

“Hey, you ok?”

Alex blinks.

“I’m not sure. I kissed you. And I didn’t even pay for the kiss. Isobel’s gonna kill me.”

Michael smiles at him.

“Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that? How often I dreamed about it?”

Alex looks stunned.

“You did? I never thought I’d have a shot with you, but then you said you’re also into guys earlier and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then I thought about all those times we talked when we were working on that project and I - I thought maybe... I’ve been debating whether I should line up and kiss you for the good cause, but then I didn’t want our first and maybe only kiss witnessed by half the school.”

Michael’s smile grows and his eyes light up.

“Our first kiss? So there will be more?”

Alex looks into his eyes and carefully inches closer until their chests are almost touching.

“Would that be a bad idea?”

Michael shakes his head, his curls flying in every direction.

“It’s the best idea you’ve had so far, other than making the first move. You have no idea how glad I am you did th... mmmffff.”

Alex effectively shuts him up by kissing him again.

He’s not shy about it either. The kiss gets more intense and almost filthy with a twist of Alex’s tongue that makes Michael moan. He’s never been kissed like that. Alex is claiming him, and Michael is one hundred percent on board with the idea.  

When Alex cups Michael’s face and lets his hands wander to the back of his head to bury them in the long strands of his curls, Michael almost sobs with how good it feels. To be held like this. When Alex slightly pulls Michael’s hair a moment later, it goes straight to his cock.  

He’d been getting harder with every swipe of Alex’s tongue, but the hair-pulling triggers his cock to full hardness. Alex somehow seems to realize what he’s done, because he’s letting go of Michael’s head by dropping his right hand, which causes Michael to make a protesting sound that almost immediately turns into a whimper when Alex uses his hand to cup Michael’s dick.  

Michael cants his hips forward in an effort to get more pressure, and Alex, bless him, starts rubbing and squeezing his dick through the denim of his faded jeans. The friction is delicious but not near enough. If Michael had any control left over his limbs, he’d try to open his fly, but he’s clinging to Alex with both hands fisted in his shirt, holding on for dear life. If he lets go of Alex now, he might just drop to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

When he realizes that somehow Alex managed to open his fly with one hand, his knees almost give out under him. Alex fumbles with the waistband of his boxers for a second, but then his hand is finding its way inside and Michael hisses when Alex’s long, guitar-calloused fingers wrap around his cock and apply the perfect amount of pressure and friction. It only takes a few pulls of Alex’s hand until Michael comes, helplessly gasping into Alex’s mouth while the ripples of the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced run through his body.

He’s afraid he won’t be able to keep himself up any longer, but Alex is holding him through the full-body-shudders, whispering sweet nothings into Michael’s ear. He feels like a hot air balloon, ready to fly away with just a gust of wind, but Alex won’t let him. He’s holding Michael, grounding him, and slowly caressing him back to coherence.

He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed that he came all over Alex’s hand or what to do next. But apparently Alex is not only a coding wizard, he’s also a sex wizard who slowly coaxes Michael backwards until his knees hit the seat of the nearby chair. Alex helps him lower down until he sits after he’s pulled his hand out of Michael’s pants.

Alex looks around and notices the wet wipes. He picks them up and cleans his hand, then he kneels down in front of Michael and pulls down the waistband of his boxers. He dabs the remaining spots of come away, but instead of letting the waistband snap back against Michael’s stomach, Alex bends forward and places a soft kiss just slightly left of Michael’s happy trail, then another one a little lower, then another one on the smooth foreskin of his spent cock.

Michael is overcome with a wave of affection that makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

He buries his hands in the spiky strands of Alex’s hair and strokes against the grain. Alex makes a sound that sounds an awful lot like a purr. Michael files the information away for later. Because there has to be a later, a later where they are alone, where they have time to explore. And a horizontal surface to lie down.

Michael’s voice is raspy when he tries to speak again.

“This was... uhm, yeah.”

Alex looks up at him. His eyeliner is slightly smudged, and his pupils are blown. He smiles.

“Yeah, pretty damn uhm.”

Michael chuckles. Then he remembers that he has no idea whether Alex came. How very rude of him.

“Oh shit, you’ve been doing all the work here and gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life, and I - so um, should I now or...?”

Alex smiles and shakes his head.  

“You don’t need to worry, Guerin. You did plenty. Seeing you like this, knowing that it was me who did this to you got me off just fine. I might have to use another of these wet wipes though, nothing worse than come drying in your underwear.”

Michael bursts out laughing. This whole situation is absolutely amazing and utterly ridiculous in equal measure. He wouldn’t want to change anything about it though. Apart from shutting down this damn kissing booth and taking off with Alex. Even the thought of kissing anyone but Alex after what just happened makes his skin crawl.

“You know what? Why don’t you clean up while I fire off a text to tell Iz I caught herpes from someone’s kiss. I’ll let her know that I found someone who offered to take me to the nurse’s office. Max is scheduled to take over the booth in an hour anyway. I doubt anyone will notice it’ll be  closed for an hour because it’s lunch time.”

Alex nods along to Michael’s word vomit. He grabs the packet of wet wipes, unzips his pants and Michael has a hard time not to stare. How Alex will manage to clean up while his very tight jeans are basically glued to his skin is beyond Michael’s comprehension. He doesn’t dwell on the thought though, instead he pulls out his phone and texts Isobel.

He knows she’s going to be mad as hell at him. It’s impossible for him to catch herpes, he’s immune to human diseases (as far as they know), meaning she’ll know he’s bailing, but he doesn’t care.

He’s going to drive himself and Alex out into the desert where they will be alone and can continue where things left off. The makeshift bed in the back of his truck is the perfect playground.

When Alex is done, Michael gets up from the chair, buttons his pants and slowly moves into Alex’s personal space again.

“Ready to go?”

Alex smiles and presses a soft kiss to Michael’s lips.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

FIN

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Ticci Toby x reader, Chapter 5

The day of the funeral arrived. You asked your mother for your old funeral dress. She lend it to you.

You were awake the whole time of the night. You were sad and frustrated at the same time.

Why did Lyra have to listen to you? Now she's dead and Toby would have also almost died, as you found out afterwards.

Everyone tells you, it wasn't your fault. But you felt like it was yours.

The hour arrived. Your father offered you to drive you to the funeral. But you refused. You wanted to be alone.

Your father trusted you, he letted you go. You walked all alone. All alone in your thoughts. Sometimes you even felt like you couldn't breathe correctly.

You noticed that Tobys mom, the strange man and Toby were driving past you. Toby waited in front of the cemetery/graveyard.

He looked at you, without any trace of emotion. You stood in front of him. He didn't say anything. Neither did you. It was silent.

Soon, his facial expression went from 'emotionless' to 'I wish I could stab you right now'. You looked to the ground. Why was he mad? Does he think it was your fault too? His mother called for you two.

He just walked away. You followed him, still looking at the ground.

Many tears have been spilled since the priest was done with his prayings.

Now some friends and family members from Lyra wanted to say something about her.

A lot of them had great storys. Other just said that it was a shame that she had to go so soon. Lyras mom talked about how much she'd miss her daughter, and couldn't understand why she had to go. Even Toby said something. Something along the lines of 'I wish we wouldn't have driven that day'. That's all you could make out.

There were still a lot of people wanting to say something about her. Tobys mom tapped on your shoulder. She asked you, in a very silent tone, if you wanted to say something too.

What could you say? That you are plagued from your own thoughts, saying that it's your fault?

That you wish you wouldn't have met them, so you wouldn't be hurt now? Exactly! How you met.

You nodded at the offering. As you walked towards the microphone, you could feel how everyone was staring at you, looking right through you.

You looked back at all those people, even if it wasn't that many, you took a few seconds to get comfortable and then you started.

You told them how you first met Lyra, back then when she helped you after you fell down your skateboard, and since then you two have been hanging out sometimes. That was all that you had in mind for her. How kind she always was, how she protected her friends, tried to make everyone happy. She was always very happy. Even though the world would go down, she'd still be happy.

You stepped off the little stage.

You briefly looked across the room, catching your eye on Toby, which leaned against a pillar, with the back turned to you. He looked great in that black suit. As you walked towards him, he noticed you. He didn't turn around for you, he walked away.

You walked a little bit faster.

He did so too.

Only a half minute later, you were chasing him, through all the rooms and floors. But then he suddenly stooped.

"Listen, I don't need you right now. Why are you always so stubborn?", he was angry. He wanted to scream at you, but tried to keep it down.

"You could have just said that, but no, you had to run away like a child. You always were a child. Act your age!", you didn't knew what came over you.

"Oh! Now I'm the child! B*tch, you were the reason why she died! You hurried us! She was driving faster than she should! Only because your dumbass couldn't wait for 5 fucking minutes!", at this point he was screaming at you. You never heard him that mad. But he wasn't the only one being mad right now.

"It wasn't my fault! What could have I done to fucking slow down your retarted sis-", you never meant to say that. You never wanted to. These words just slipped out of your mouth.

You took a few steps back, covering your mouth. You leaned against the wall. Only then you realised you lost control over yourself.

Tears started filling your eyes.

As Toby began to speak, you looked up to him, not even daring to move your hand away from your mouth.

"And I thought we could trust each other", he shook his head, turning away from you, leaving through that door you came through before.

You tried to grab Toby, crying at him, that you didn't meant to say that. That you were sorry. But he just shook your actions off like they were just some annoying flies. He totally ignored you.

You breaked down to the floor. You watched him go away. Still ignoring you. You cried for a long time.

You saved yourself to the bath. In all that hurry and sadness, you didn't even bother to lock the door.

The reflection in the mirror gave off a red face covered in tears. The styled hair from before was now a complete mess.

You couldn't handle the situation right now. Running away was the only option for you. No one should see you like this. And Toby wouldn't want to see you either.

So you just left.

Months passed, Toby never said anything to you since then. You saw him a few times. When he noticed you, he tried to ignore you as good as he could.

Your parents wanted to move. And they did.

The last day came. The last cardboard box was in your hands. Your mom was ramming the 'for sale' sign into the front yard. You looked at Toby. He just stood there. He looked at you and the box. For a split second it looked like he wanted to say something. But then he just turned around and smashed the door close. Your mom pushed you to the car. One last look at the house you grew up in and one last look at Tobys house. And then your old neighborhood started to be smaller by every meter you drove.

As you arrived at your new home, it was evening.

Your father turned on the tv, trying to relax from the moving stress. He gasped in shock. Both you and your mom rushed to the unfinished living room starring at the terrifying news. Your old neighborhood burned. It all started at Tobys house.

Your parents started talking.

You just heard them saying something. You were too focused on the tv. Rather at the image of your house and Tobys house burning. Did anyone survive? Why did it burn?

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Authors note:

YOOOO, so that's the last chapter! The extra coming soon!

(The extra chapter is the alternative ending. :) )

#ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta #fanfic #fanfiction

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whoa, i heard that DAVID “PARIS” PATTERSON had enrolled at olyu, but seeing the ART EDUCATION major in person is just so different. you’re right, the TWENTY-ONE-YEAR-OLD does remind me of A STRIPE OF PAINT ON THE FOREHEAD, LYING IN A FIELD OF FLOWERS, and GRAFFITI BENEATH AN OVERPASS. probably because they’re so ADOLESCENT and EXPLOITABLE, but, i mean, they’re not all bad. they can be so JOCUND and DEDICATED, too, which i honestly think is because they’re a SON OF IRIS with PHOTOKINESIS. either way, i’d stay out of the way of anyone that people call THE SWEETHEART.

Hi everyone !! I’m Bren, I am a PJO stan since day 1 and am so happy every time I get a chance to rp a character even mildly affiliated w it. Anywho, this is my bby Paris, he’s amazing, pls give him love, I will have a plots page up soon after posting this intro. Until then please hit me up with plots you want for your lovelies ~

99% sunshine 1% where am i

David Paris Patterson was born to Iris and a man, Paris’ father, who felt far too young to raise a child, both financially and emotionally incapable. His sister, Althaea, gladly took him under wing. He was raised by his Aunt for most of his life, up until the point that he had to go to Camp Half Blood, and subsequently Olympus U. 

She lived in Atlanta, Georgia, so Paris had a taste of both urban influence as well as southern tradition. His Aunt was an amazing baker and Paris adopted this love from her. 

Soon, his creativity spread out from the world of baking into the world of other art, where he found an inclination to paint and, as he got older, spray paint. 

Paris had always been an obedient child, in the eyes of his Aunt and the law. He did his chores in a timely manner, helped around the house, and even made a good impression on his neighbors when he offered to rake a yard or bring up a newspaper here and there.

The truth was, Paris was rather obedient, but also didn’t mind ignoring a rule or two in the name of good-natured fun. Trespassing to skateboard down some particularly fun ramps, or to reach a spot that the sun would hit perfectly to spray paint something beautiful were pass-times of his. 

Unfortunately, despite all his creative genius and interpersonal skills, Paris never impressed a teacher in the way of academia. His dyslexia was near insurmountable when he was younger. In middle school, he never did assigned reading, he handed in incomplete math assignments, and doodled instead of taking notes.

Teachers couldn’t really get mad at him, though. They were concerned, but the way Paris would stop to help someone who spilled papers everywhere, or show special care and attention to class pets, always making sure they didn’t feel neglected and even talking to them at times, made them somewhat sure that he was what people should aspire to be, in terms of character.

Althaea struggled for money. She had a job, but it didn’t supply much income for a two-person household, and whatever money was coming from her brother was only enough to cover things like groceries, new shoes for Paris, and the like.

Around the age of 14, freshman year at high school, Paris was forced to take a new path-- it was impressive enough that no monsters (to his knowledge) had disturbed them until such age. However, Althaea had not told him about the several incidents that they actually did have. After one last straw, his Aunt decided it safer for him to be at Camp Half Blood. 

It wasn’t hard for Paris to make friends at Camp, not with his disposition, however he met such a diverse group of people that he was bound to come into conflict with some, and indeed found that, for whatever reason, he got on some people’s nerves with his eternally sunny attitude.

Paris also was high key pacifist and hated the idea of a camp designed to train people for combat. He was really bad during training sessions, and often got his ass kicked because he would only defend.

Sometimes this smol boy would actually just hide during the scheduled training hours instead of going to the arena.

This got him into trouble sometimes, but it was never with any spite.

He lived at the Arts & Crafts cabin of the camp

Also, he would sneak into the kitchens after hours to do some baking, a secret hobby which he brought with him to OlyU. 

Might add to this later, but you prob get the gist of him

also despite all the pink aesthetics his fave color is purple like a lavender

HMU for plots pls

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Disuphere Universe miniseries: When I Was 8: Jesus

Friday, June 30, 2006

Jesus loves summer.  It’s the best because no school.  Him and Mari can just run around outside forever with Lexi and Brandon and Aidan sometimes, too.  Jesus doesn’t really have any friends, except Mari.

That’s because kids at school just think he’s a bad kid.  He’s always in trouble for being out of his seat.  For talking.  For not focusing.  But it’s not his fault.  He just can’t.  

Now, he’s spraying the hose on Mari and Lexi and they’re screaming and laughing.  Brandon and Aidan dart through in their swim trunks.  Moms are out here by the garage watching.

Because it’s gonna be his and Mari’s adoption day tomorrow?  They get to pick family movie tonight.  So it’s The Pacifier time!  If Jesus can just convince Mariana that they don’t need to watch High School Musical again.

The hose is wrenched away from Jesus suddenly and he’s soaked.  His shirt.  His shorts.  Even his shoes and lucky pink laces.  Brandon’s got a mean smirk on his face.  Jesus narrows his eyes.  Goes into attack-mode.

Jesus jumps on Brandon, tackling him to the ground and jerking the hose away from him.  

“Hey!” Brandon yells.  “Mom!  Jesus is fighting!”

“No, I’m not!  You took my hose you freakin’ stupidhead!”  Jesus can’t call Brandon the names he really wants, or he’ll get grounded forever, so he’s stuck using baby ones he heard on Lilo & Stitch.

“Hey, Jesus!  Let go of the hose!” Stef insists, pulling him off Brandon.  “Let go of the hose, I said.”

Jesus glares at her, dropping it in the grass.  “I hope it gets your shoes wet…” he mumbles.

“Excuse me, young man.  You need to apologize to Brandon.”

“Sorry,” Jesus says, with an attitude, not even looking at Brandon.

“And apologize to me, please...the right way…” Stef warns softly.

Jesus drags his eyes up from the grass and looks into Stef’s.  “Sorry.”  He tries not to make it sound like he’s whining but he can’t help it.  

“Go change your clothes.  Now, please.” Stef directs.

Lena walks with Jesus in the house, like he’s some baby that can’t be trusted in there alone.  “I got it,” he grumbles, shrugging her hand off his shoulder.  

When Lena doesn’t immediately tell him to lose the attitude, Jesus takes the chance to explain his side.

“Brandon took the hose from me!  He didn’t even ask!”  Jesus can’t keep his anger in.  Sometimes, Lena’s on their side more than Stef.  Because she knows how Brandon can be an ass sometimes, but Stef just lets him do whatever.

Jesus is pretty sure that’s what it’s like having a bio mom who actually cares about what you do.

“Go change, please.  Put your wet clothes in the laundry room.  Then come back out here and we’ll talk.”

Jesus races through changing clothes.  Lena sends him back to pick up his wet clothes off his and Brandon’s bedroom floor.  He’s getting the feeling she doesn’t really wanna talk to him at all.

But she sits down at the kitchen table with him, after all.  “Jesus, when somebody takes something from you, you tell us.”

“Last time, you just said, ‘Work it out.’” Jesus pouts.  (It’s true.  How’s he supposed to keep track?)

“Working it out is not jumping on your brother in the yard,” Lena reprimands lightly.

“He’s not my brother,” Jesus sulks.

“He’s a human being.  And one of our expectations here is no violence.  Jumping on someone is violent.”

“What about taking their stuff?!” Jesus asks, indignant.

“The hose--”

“Without asking!” Jesus insists, jumping to his feet.

“We’re not talking about Brandon right now, Jesus.  We’re talking about you.  Sit down, please.”

Jesus does, mad.  He buries his face in his arms.  

“You didn’t meet three of our family expectations,” Lena explains, regretful.

“What?!”  Jesus asks, sitting up, fast.  “Three?!  You just said no violence!  That’s one!”

“I am right here.  I understand you’re upset.  But I need you to lower your voice, because yelling is disrespectful,” Lena explains.  

But nothing even makes sense at all.  Jesus wishes he were like Mari who could just turn off her talking if she got scared enough or decided not to, but for Jesus, it doesn’t work like that.

“I can’t help it!” he keeps right on yelling.  “It’s not fair!”

“Not meeting family expectations has consequences.  You know that.  So, because you were violent, you touched someone else without asking first and hearing yes, and you used inappropriate language--”

“What inappropriate language?!” Jesus yells.  “I didn’t!”

“Stupidhead isn’t appropriate,” Lena maintains.  

Tears are in Jesus’s eyes and he swipes them away, angry.  He’d been trying not to get in trouble by saying stupidhead and he’s in trouble anyway?  This is so not fair.

“That means, you sit by us outside.  No more playing with the hose.  And no choosing the movie.  We make unsafe choices, we what?” Lena cues.

“Lose privileges…” Jesus mumbles.

Jesus swallows his tears, because crying’s not going to change anything.  He follows Lena back outside.  Sits right between her and Stef.  Brandon’s on the other side of Stef.  He has to sit out, too.  But when he tries to say sorry Jesus just ignores him.  Watches Mari and Lexi and Aidan play.

When Mariana hears that Jesus can’t help pick the movie, she’s glad.  Jesus can see it.  She smiles and picks out High School Musical.  Jesus still has to sit between Stef and Lena on the couch.  Brandon and Mariana get to be on the floor.

“How come Brandon doesn’t have to be on the couch?” Jesus asks Lena.

“Brandon broke one expectation, love, not three.” Stef explains.

Jesus thinks about it.  Brandon was allowed to go back and play with the hose and Jesus wasn’t.  This is his third consequence.  So maybe when it’s all used up, everything will be normal again…

His brain screeches to a stop as Stef and Lena get up and start dancing with Mari to Stick to the Status Quo.  Picking the movie together was because of his and Mari’s adoption tomorrow.  If Jesus lost picking the movie, he probably lost being adopted, too.

Jesus can feel his body start shaking a little bit.  If he can’t get adopted that means he’ll have to get sent away.  All by himself, without Mari, even.  That never happened.  It was the scariest thing Jesus could think of.  But he did this.  He broke their family expectations.  

Maybe, he broke their family, even.

So, when the movie’s done, it’s time for bed.  He gets hugs and kisses from Stef and Lena.  They say good night.  He’s pretty sure.  They say it every night, but Jesus isn’t really listening tonight.  They’re not acting like he has to go yet.

Maybe tomorrow.

Jesus waits until Brandon is sleeping.  He gets out of bed.  Goes to the laundry room and puts on jeans and a sweatshirt and his shoes with pink laces that are still a little wet.  He walks by Mari’s room.  Her door is open like always.  She’s sleeping inside.

It wouldn’t be right to leave without saying goodbye to her.

“Bye,” he says softly.

Mariana squints at him in the hallway light.  “What?”

“Just bye,” Jesus insists.  Then, he keeps going down the hall.  Down the stairs.  The front door is locked with a high chain Jesus can’t reach without a chair or something.  So he goes to the back.

“What are you doing?” Mariana asks.

“Go back to bed, Mari,” Jesus complains, easing the back door open.

“No.  Where are you going?  We’re not allowed outside without adults, Jesus, remember?”

“Have fun getting adopted tomorrow,” he tells her and means it.  Feels like everything in him is being sucked down a ginormous drain.

“What are you talking about?  Jesus, stop.” Mari says.  She’s slid her way in front of the sliding glass door, arms spread, blocking it.  “You can’t leave.  It’s Jesus-and-Mariana.  We have to get adopted together.  Otherwise, I don’t wanna be adopted at all.”

“Yeah, you do, now move out of my way.  I’m not in this family, so it doesn’t matter if I break the expectations…” he warns, but his heart’s not in it.  Besides, he could never hurt his sister.

Mariana takes a deep breath.  Jesus thinks she’s gonna scream at the top of her lungs, but instead she calls, loud: “I really need some Reese’s Pieces!”

Jesus is beyond confused until he sees Stef and Lena coming down the stairs looking alarmed.  “What is it, my baby?  What’s going on?” Stef asks.

It clicks then.  Mariana’s used her secret safe word.  Jesus never knew it before right now.  Mariana still doesn’t know his.  But Jesus is pretty sure she could guess it if she tried.  He likes knowing they both chose candy.

“Jesus thinks he’s not getting adopted and he’s not in this family,” Mariana reports, looking worried.

“Tattletale!” Jesus exclaims.  

“And he’s trying to run away, I think!”

“Stop tattling everything I do!” Jesus yells.

“Jesus?  Is this true?” Lena asks.

He turns on her.  “Like you don’t know!  You took away my privileges!”  

His throat and nose are burning but Jesus won’t cry.  It won’t help.  It never does.  He always gets sent away anyway.  But he never thought they’d send him away without his sister.

“Jesus.  Slow down, bud, okay?  You want Mariana to stay while we talk to you?” she asks.

He nods.  Thinks about his skateboard in the garage.  Or maybe his bike.  Wonders which one would take him farther away faster.

“You did lose privileges.  I told you which ones, right?  Do you remember?” Lena asks, her voice gentle.

“Sit by you, no more hose and no picking the movie,” he recites.  (Jesus remembers every bad thing he does.)

“Right.  So what makes you think that you’re not in this family?  That you’re not getting adopted tomorrow?  Jesus, I never said that.  I would never say that.”

“Picking the movie together was for getting adopted.  If I don’t get to pick the movie, I don’t get adopted.  Whatever.”  Jesus shrugs.

“Bud, you do get adopted tomorrow with your sister. You are in this family.  Getting to pick the movie tonight was never proof of you getting adopted.” Lena explains.

“It was to me,” Jesus says softly, not looking at her.

“Jesus,” Lena tries again.  “I am so sorry.  I should have explained that better.  You are being adopted tomorrow.  With Mariana.”

“But like...how sure are you?” Jesus checks.

“One-hundred percent positive,” Lena tells him.  “And family is not a privilege, honey.  It’s your right.”

“For you it’s a right,” Jesus corrects softly.  “For us, maybe, it feels like...more shaky.  Like...you guys know how bad we want a family.  How bad we wanna stay together.  And maybe if I was bad enough, you’d take that away, ‘cause of how you’re always saying in order for a consequence to be a consequence we have to care about losing it.”

“What are you saying, Jesus?” Lena asks.

“Nothing...just...I care about losing this.”

He swipes his arm roughly across his eyes again.

“You will never have to lose us, my baby,” Stef says.  “Now.  May I please cuddle you in my arms and cover you in kisses?” she asks.

Jesus takes a step back.  “No.  Maybe tomorrow.”

He reaches out for Mari’s hand, feeling relieved when her fingers grip his hand - lock to key.  

Halfway to the stairs, he turns and looks at Stef and Lena.  “Thank you for not making me go.  And for not taking away my adoption even though I was bad.”

“You’ve got a home with us forever, bud.”

“It’s not forever until tomorrow,” Jesus says, looking back over his shoulder.

Stef and Lena are following him and Mariana, maybe to tuck them back in - maybe just on their way to their own bed?  

“Sleep on it,” Lena encourages.  “Tomorrow will be here before you know it.”

“And then I’ll be your son forever?” Jesus checks.  (He’s let go of Mariana’s hand.  Stef is tucking her in again.  He’s getting tucked in by Lena.)  “You won’t forget about me?  Or give me away?”

“Not ever,” Lena insists.  

“Will you stay here?” Jesus asks, yawning.

“How about...we both promise to stay here?  No running away.  Even when we get scared.” Lena asks.

“If I really did run away, I’d never go by myself anyway.  I’d never go without Mari.”

“I know.  And I’d never go anywhere without you both either.  You’re my heart.  Both of you.”

“Okay,” Jesus sighs.  “Can you please stop talking so I can sleep?  So it can be tomorrow?”

“You bet.”

Jesus isn’t looking, but he can hear her smile.

#disuphere things #disuphere universe #fic: when i was 8

[nothingsolutions]

**Gut Feeling** (short film)

Showcase life as a teenager in the 2010's. What defines this generation? What will we be remembered for?

Have random segments appear and "add" to the story but take you down another rabbit hole. Keep having people asking for more but still not having answers to their previous questions.

*Have the entire story loop.

Gut Feeling

Gut Feelings

Genetically Modified

Burn if Found

Disorder

FDA Approved

Stimulant

Sensory Overload

Inborn Pattern

MUSIC

Sooner or Later - N.E.R.D

(Perfect for drive home)

Everyone Nose - N.E.R.D

Purple Baguettes - 88GLAM

Dirt and Grime - Father's Children

Territorial Pissings - Nirvana

(Skating away from home)

Never Can Say Goodbye - Jackson 5

(Perfect for falling back in bed / ending)

The End Has No End - The Strokes

(Loading Docks)

Anti Matter - N.E.R.D

Partners in Crime Part Three - The Internet

(Playing loud in the car that almost hit MAIN)

She Works Out Too Much - MGMT

(Right when they fight / spinning)

Heavy Hitter - Jack Harlow

(Loading Docks)

Molly - Iann Dior

Hive - Earl Sweatshirt

Gonna Love Me - Teyana Taylor

My Pain - Lil Capi

Shoes - Lil Capi

Swim in the light - Kid Cudi

No Church in the Wild - Jay Z & Kanye

The Boy - Shannon and the Clams

Tongue Tied - Grouplove

La-La means I love you - The Delfonics

Dance yourself clean - LCD sound system (3:08)

I hope youre doing ok - Pity party girls club

Creep - Radiohead

Lose my sleep - Jacob Boring

Hometown - French 79

Between the buttons - French 79 (2:09)

Leaf Wraps - The Homies

Oblivion - Grimes

Cha Cha - Freddie Dredd

Switch: Six - Gums

Hottest in the city - Ty

Hell n Back - Bakar

Oof - Inner Wave

New Flesh - Current Joys

Pill - D.Savage

Wow, I can get sexual too - Say Anything

Angelic Hoodrat - Kenny Mason

Sometimes (feat. Swo) - Anxiety Attacks!

Vertigo - The Hellp (running scene)

Beans - Dirtboimil

Ghostbusters - Jayy Davi$

Paper Planes - M.I.A.

Lethal Presence - Night Lovell

Phone - Lil Capi

New House - Toro y Moi

Oblivion - Grimes

Float - The Neighbourhood

Love my Way - The Psychedelic Furs

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

Last Living Souls - Gorillaz

Mystery of Love - Mr. Fingers

Mac Miller - Congratulations piano

((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmXJpbIizUU) perfect for orange bag scene in field)

Blowout - Radiohead (last scene running down the hill)

Jungle Fever - Sabti

Sweet Life - Frank Ocean

CAST

COUPLE Couple on Roof - Tori + Pablo

People in living room - Jackson,

People in Chris room - Chris, Arya, Capi

Kitchen Chopping carrots - Emma

Emma's Room - Cole

Plastic Bag/ Girl bumps into -

Bleeding Skater - Satan Anthony

Puts down camera / in car -

Car Passangers - Levi, Casey,

*Concert

Audrey - Herself

Levi - Himself

Driving car hits Levi -

Dinner Scene - Emma +

Mirrored Dinner scene - Emma + Lookalike (Salena)

**Concept**

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ FRONT YARD - SUNSET - STATIC

Establishing shot of Emmas house. Have a COUPLE on the roof with legs dangling off the side. Can see majority of the house in this shot. Can hear faint music from inside the house, mostly just hear the beat of the bass. Shot on VHS.

(Maybe place them in the backyard actually??)

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ FRONT YARD (CLOSE UP ON COUPLE) - SUNSET - STATIC

Close up on COUPLE to show their relationship and how they're close to each other. Just messing around on the roof. Palm tree framed in the shot?

INT. EMMAS HOUSE - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Shots throughout the house to establish how loud the music is/ the overall setting. Keep a zoom in effect to pull you into the frame.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Zoom of the hallway a parallax affect would be cool. Someone comes out of Paulines room just to add affect.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ CHRIS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

A few guys 2-3 around the computer playing Fifa just hanging out. Shot from standing on the bed at the door

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Shot of the living room from the perspective of the hallway looking out to see people playing guitar hero just sitting on the couch hanging out. Very chill vibe. Subtile chatting.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ KITCHEN - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

From around the fireplace shoot a zoom in of Emma in the kitchen cutting carrots just chill.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

COLE sitting on the bed with the computer and the speaker right next to him. We can tell the music is coming from him because of how loud the audio is in his room and we see him changing the music/ songs. Zoom out so it breaks the mold of zooming in.

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ THRU KITCHEN WINDOW - NIGHT - STATIC

Light coming out the window. A low shot but we can see EMMAs head thru the window. We can hear how loud the music is still.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ KITCHEN - NIGHT - CLOSE UP/ TILT UP

Close up on the carrots and we can see how she is chopping a little off the beat and keeps losing her train of thought cause of the Loud music. Gets off her own rythm and slams down the knife she was cutting with. The camera tilts up to see her mad and walk out of frame.

Save her role for later?

*INT. EYE CLOSE UP - NIGHT - CLOSE UP - STATIC

Close up of Emma to introduce her to the audience. Slow motion.*

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ KITCHEN - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

Same shot as before but she's marching out of the kitchen with a zoom out.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

Shot of the living room from the perspective of the hallway looking out to see people playing guitar hero just sitting on the couch hanging out.

All the guys still chilling but EMMA flips off a hat of one of the guys cause she's upset.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ CHRIS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

A few guys 2-3 around the computer playing Fifa just hanging out. Shot from standing on the bed at the door. EMMA opens the door abruptly and looks in but realizes the music isn't coming from there.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

March out of Chris door to go to COLE. See her opening the door to COLE.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Close up of COLES face behind the MacBook with the screen shining on his face. EMMA closes the MacBook and the title screen plays. Then Cole screams (squinting eyes) and it goes to black quick and transitions.

*BLACK

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - TILT

Shot in the same position as prior shot (same composition) still screaming and just sky behind him. When the song 'drops' tilt down to reveal he's in the middle of a crowd. And he's disrupting the flow of people walking. He's going 'against the grain.' He starts walking while looking around runs hands thru hair. Tracking shot shot on his face.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - TRACK - CONT.

When walking he bumps into a girl quite hard in the shoulder and it goes to split screen. Still shot on his face.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER EYE CLOSE UP - CLOSE UP

From Coles POV look over at the girl just Her eyes first and have the title appear. Introduce HER but not Cole

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - SPLIT SCREEN.

Go to split screen where they're both centered but as they talk its bleeped out and the louder they get the bigger their side gets. The divide gets bigger the louder they talk like a FaceTime call.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - SPLIT SCREEN

The split screen is more and more on her until she finally faints and it goes to a transition to the alternative reality.

EXT. PARK/ OPEN FIELD - MIDDAY - STATIC

The girl and Cole with orange plastic bags on their heads walk into frame of an open field from opposite sides to join together and hands. And do more shots where their different areas for a glitchy dreamy affect.

EXT. PARK/ SWING SET - MIDDAY - STATIC

Girl on the swings and Cole is standing right next to HER. Watching. Cut to a scene of just Coles bag covered face while she's swinging.

EXT. PARK/ PARK BENCH - MIDDAY - STATIC

COLE on the right and girl on the left sitting up and she leans up to him and he puts his arm around her. To transition she just falls forward off the bench with no warning just a smack! Sound

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER EYE CLOSE UP - MIDDAY - CLOSE UP

Breaths in and opens her eyes. Shocked kinda look. Like this dream just flashes by her and she never passed out at all.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ COLE CLOSE UP - MIDDAY - CLOSE UP

Flash over to a COLE close up and have him talking but its still all bleeped out.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER CLOSE UP - MIDDAY - CLOSE UP

She looks back and forth causes she's confused and bored but can still hear the beep and like Charlie Brown type or jackboys 0:45

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER POV - MIDDAY

Looking to the left of her and see a skater in the distance.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - SPLIT SCREEN

Close up of girls eyes and skaters eyes and when they lock eyes it cuts

EXT. SKATER ON STREET - MIDDAY - HEAD IN FRAME STATIC

The skater on the ground with blood pouring out of his head. Skateboard in the top left of the scene and from everywhere HANDS start to appear to 'help' but they're just around his head not helping just moving fingers around to be trippy.

INT. RED WALL PICTURES - DARK - HEAD IN FRAME

Transition by the whole Frame getting filled with blood so the whole scene is red and goes to a shot of just the face with landscape photos in front of the SKATERS face still with blood on his face and in his hair. Pictures TBD. ((Silence))

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - DARK

After showing a few photos in front of the face FILMER thinks her turned off the camera but actually it keeps going. Set down the camera on the floor and open the door and leave with SKATER.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - FISH EYE (MINI DV)

From the end of the hallway have a fish eye lens capture like a security camera everyone leaving the room and going out the house to the car.

INT. EYE CLOSE UP - NIGHT - CLOSE UP - STATIC

Introduce all the new characters aka boys to the audience as they walk out of the room via the security camera

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - FISH EYE (MINI DV)

FILMER realists the camera is still in the house so when everyone leaves the shot of the fisheye 'security camera' a few seconds of silence and you hear the front door open and close and FILMER runs back in to get the camera. Still doesn't realize its filming. When open Emmas room door it switches to the VHS cameras POV.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - DARK - VHS

VHS on the floor and the FILMER grabs it doesn't realize its still filming and runs thru the house and goes into the car. The cars in the drive way and everyones already in the car handing out the window like hey lets goooooo. Sitting on the window.

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ FRONT YARD - NIGHT - STATIC

Use Levis car, with the LED panel on red in the front seat. Make the entire cabin light up red. Full car like 3-4 people

Shot of the car leaving very fast backing out of the driveway and skidding out of the area. Shot on the VHS static shot. Still have the audio from the VHS camera playing for a little until they are like "hey the cameras still on dude" "hear blast the music" and the audio matches up and thats the transition.

EXT. 57 FREEWAY - NIGHT - TRACKING

From a car in front of Levis car with the LED red still on shoot from the backseat and get the car driving under an overpass and have other cars around everyone in the car is having a good time.

EXT. 57 FREEWAY/ INSIDE THE CAR - NIGHT

Get to go inside Levis car in the passenger seat and shoot on the freeway just b roll of everyone vibin in the car. Slow motion.

EXT. CONCERT/ PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Shot run up to the car as the backdoor opens and show them getting out and then start the heart beat style of shooting.

*Heart Beat Style

7 FPS

Shot on a 1 or 2 sec long exposure and piece them together to make a video every "Duh Duh Pause" like a heart beat have it fade out have the sound effect at first but fade away fast. Have it almost fade to black on the first one and the 2nd one fully fade to black.

EXT. CONCERT/ SIDEWALK - TRACKING

Spotlight style while walking on the sidewalk front and back shot

EXT. CONCERT/ LIGHTING CIG

Close up on someone lighting a cig and taking a hit

EXT. CONCERT/ SCANING TICKET

Close up of friend handing ticket and getting wrist band

EXT. CONCERT/ WALK THRU THE DOOR

All the guys running to get in / catch up to one another

INT. CONCERT/ CLOSE UP LEVIS EYES

Close up of Levis eyes rolling back like he's going to pass out and he does he hits the floor and the heart beat shots stop and go to black for a little

INT. BLACK

AUDIO ONLY

Have like bro you good audio but distorted like

In the jackboys music video at 0:45

Muffled and distorted

INT. AUDREYS APARTMENT/

[random-aya]

New Girl in Town | Chapter 1

Teen!SamxReader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

Word Counter: 1929

A/N: First of all, I want to thank @twerking-potato for helping me with my mistakes and adding so much to the story to make it better.  After watching Stranger Things I couldn’t help but wanted to write something teenager while listening to 80s hits. Hope you’ll like it!

Being the new girl in town it’s not always easy. Especially when you are not the popular kind of girl, but that didn’t matter to you. You never cared about what people thought of you. You were more like of a solitary tomboy, with your short hair, your boyish clothes, and your skateboard. Your parents just divorced and you went to live with your father, which was cool since he wasn’t that burdensome as your mother. He didn’t ask you constantly where you were and what you were doing. He only checked from time to time that you were alright and you were eating properly but didn’t ask embarrassing questions, like when were you going to dress more ladylike, and random questions about boys. You were looking for a nice place to skate peacefully, it was quite late, the sun was already setting but since your father was working until late you could stay outside for a while. You found an empty, small park and it was perfect, there were some benches ideal for grinding and try new tricks. You took your denim jacket and laid it down on one of the benches to be more comfortable. You looked around and realised that you weren’t alone. At the furthest bench there was a young couple, around your age, that were making out. The girl was on top of him, she had a long and beautiful blond hair. You couldn’t see their faces since her hair covered them. But you heard their whispers and giggling between their kisses. You decided to ignore them and started your practice. You took your time to find that place you won’t change it because they were there. You started with the easiest trick to warm up and when you felt ready you started with your real practice. You jumped on your board and ground to the bench. You did it some more times but when you did it once more but stumbled on the landing, you lost your board and nearly fell on your face.  You went for your board that ran a few meters away from you, going dangerously close to the couple. You took it and looked at them, they now were arguing. The girl stood up and left leaving the guy calling her name, Crystal.  The guy sighed and took a cigarette from his pocket. When he lit it he looked at you and smiled.  Your heart skipped a beat, he took you by surprise. You dropped your board to the floor and went away to continue with your activity.  “Don’t worry, she’s mad for me.” A voice laced with a Boston accent said behind you.  You turned around and looked at him. He looked a bit older than you, he also wore a denim jacket like yours. His brown hair was all messed up. “Really? Looked more like she's mad at you.” You answered with a smirk as you continued skating. He chuckled. “Nice tricks you do,” he added, changing the subject and stepping closer since you moved away from him, “I like your style."  You turned to look at him surprised at his last words. You nearly bumped into him, he was so close to you, but you never noticed him getting closer. You nearly lose your balance and fall but he took you by your waist. "Careful.” He whispered staring at you. You felt your blush creeping onto your cheeks. You couldn’t deny he was very handsome, despite his cocky stance and that smirk on his lips and he had a pair of beautiful hazel eyes. He started making you nervous, your heart was racing so much. He was too damn close. “Ha… cute.” He smirked when he noticed your blush. You cleared your throat since no words came out of it,  “do you mind?"  "Oh, of course.” He let go of you and you quickly went for your board.  “I better get going…” You said, avoiding his gaze.  Without further delay you skated in the direction of your house, not looking behind.  When you arrived home your heart was still racing and your cheeks were hot. You didn’t know who was that guy but he was filling your mind, you couldn’t forget his smile and those hazel eyes. You suddenly reminded that you left your jacket on the bench. It was too late to go back for it. You will try to retrieve it tomorrow after class if it was still there.

The next day was your first day at your new high school. You went skating on your board and when you entered the yard most of the people looked at you. You ignored them, as you always did. You didn’t like people, especially people your age, but you couldn’t help hearing some girls saying that you were hot. They thought you were a boy and that pleased you. You liked to be different; the type of different where you decided what will you wear and how, and not because everyone else was wearing it. If you liked it, you wore it.When you reached the stairs of the main entrance you took your board under your arm and went directly to the secretary to ask which class you had to go. The classroom was already full and the teacher already started the lesson, that woman in the secretary took so long to find your papers. Now you had to enter the class with everyone looking at you. Just what you wanted to avoid.You sighed and knocked on the door before opening it. The teacher looked at you, he was first confused but made you enter and you gave him the papers the secretary gave you.Your classmates looked at you, girls were giggling, and boys looked at you suspiciously. You noticed the girl you saw yesterday making out with her boyfriend, Crystal was her name if you remember correctly. But she wasn’t looking at you. She seemed pissed off while she looked through the window. You guessed she was thinking about yesterday fight with that guy. You remembered him and wandered your eyes through the room looking for him but you didn’t see him. “Let me introduce to you all a new classmate that is joining our class,” the teacher started clearing his throat. “His-… Her name is Y/F/N.” Everyone was amazed that you actually were a girl. It’s true that at first sight, you could look like a boy, especially with your short hair and those hoodies you always wore that hide your womanly curves. But if someone looked at you with careful attention they could easily notice your more feminine features.The teacher points to the desk just behind Crystal as your new seat.You looked at her when you went to your seat. She was beautiful but at the same time she had some kind of aura that says ‘stay away from me’.  You couldn’t help but wonder where her boyfriend might be. Maybe in another class? He looked one or two years older, maybe he was in another grade?After the bell rang some guys came up to you to see your skateboard and ask you how many tricks you knew.You noticed Crystal got up without saying anything and left the classroom promptly. You couldn’t help but ask the boys that surrounded you about the girl. “That’s Crystal. She’s a little difficult.” “Yeah, she’s hot but very distant.” “She’s having a harsh time at home, the parents are always arguing, I think they’re divorcing.” “Anyway, she is out of our reach, if you get near her that Morgan boy will kill you.” “Morgan?” you asked. 'Is that the boy from last night?’ You thought, your mind drifting to his hazel eyes. “Yeah, Samuel Morgan, her boyfriend."  Now you got to the point you wanted. "Is he a student here? ” You asked, trying to sound disinterested. “What? Morgan? God no, he’s from that orphanage… whats the name of it?” “Saint Francis?"  "That’s it, Saint Francis’ Boy’s Home.” An orphan? That surprised you, a lot.  “But hey, Y/N, tell us, how long have you been skating?”

The rest of the day passed normally. At the end of the day, some guys invited you to go skating with them but you declined using the 'go straight home’ excuse even if you knew it wasn’t true.You went straight to yesterday’s park to see if you could find Samuel- no! Your jacket! When you arrived there only were some kids playing and a couple of parents watching, but no trace of Samuel Morgan or your jacket.  You sat on a bench and waited. For what? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew is that you wanted to see that boy once again and of course retrieve your jacket. Time passed and everyone started to gradually go home. It felt as though suddenly, it was night and you were sat alone, with the cold wind making you shiver, was an old jacket really worth this? “This is ridiculous.” You said to yourself, getting up. You dropped your board to the group, stepping on one end and holding the other. Throwing a glance back at the bench to make sure you didn’t leave anything. You drop the board fully to the group and stepped on it, then you saw him. “Oh, hey!” He greeted you, casually, “didn’t expect to see you again.” “Me neither…” You answered without thinking while you looked at him, dreamily. He chuckled.  “Were you waiting for me?” He asked with a smirk. “Yes… I mean no- Shit! What I mean… do you have my jacket?” You tried to ignore how nervous he made you and focus on what was important. “I left it yesterday on that bench."  "Oh, it was yours?” He asked, with a look of surprise, you nodded.“I’m sorry I don’t have it anymore.” He said, he lowered his gazed and gave a small shrug. “What? What do you mean?” You asked confused, “what could you have you done with it?” “I gave it away.“  "What? To who? It’s mine!” You were angry, what right does he have giving away random people’s jackets? “To someone that needs it.” He answered calmly. “I don’t care if that person needs it, it’s mine and you don’t have the right to give it away!” “You left it behind, how could I know it was so important?” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Haven’t you forgotten anything in your life before?” You asked, trying to prove a point. “Okay, okay!” He said, raising his hands in defeat, “hey, calm down.” he said gesturing with both hands. “Look, just try to get it back, okay?" You said, glaring at him with your head slightly tilted.  "I’ll get it back, trust me.” He insisted, messing your short hair with his hand. “Hey!” you protested, smacking his hands away. “Sam!” Called an annoyed voice behind you two.  It was Crystal and she looked furious. “Sorry, kid,” He said to you, “have to go.” “What about my jacket?” You asked trying to find a way to make him stay with you, without sounding desperate. “Tomorrow, same place.” he winked at you.  He then turned around, making his way to Crystal. They looked so perfect together, they were both suited each other so well, like two puzzle pieces connected together. You felt something in your chest, like a knife going through your heart. You’ve never felt something like this before, so you didn’t know how to call that feeling. For now.

#uncharted #sam drake x reader #teen!sam x reader #samuel drake x reader #sam drake

[eggos-and-promises]

can you please write a little blurb about all the boys and max finding out eleven made max fall in the gym

“And you just…keep your feet steady, like this,” Max instructed, as Dustin gingerly found his balance on Max’s skateboard. 

“Aw man, I’ll be doing skateboarding tricks like a real Californian in no time! Look at these sick moves!” said Dustin, rolling forward a few feet out simply because of a tilt in the road.

Max rolled her eyes and bit back a sarcastic comment about how many people other than Californians ride skateboards, does everyone live under a rock in this town?! 

“Yeah, you’ll just need a few thousand hours of practice, and then maybe you can ride halfway down Mirkwood.” Mike flashed a cheeky grin, “I mean, even a zoomer still screws up tricks once in a while.” 

Max whipped around at the playfully offending statement. “Hey! I did not!” 

“Uh, yeah, ya did too!” “Did not!” “Did too! In the school, or did that fall knock your memory out?” 

El, who had been in rapt attention toward the skateboarding lesson, felt an uncomfortable sink in her stomach. Friends don’t lie, and friends especially don’t hurt. Her eyebrows knitted together as the words started out with uncertainty. “I’m…sorry–”

But Mike and Max bickered on incessantly. “Right, just a really powerful magnet under the gym!” “Oh, right, a gross pollywog from another dimension running loose at our school is more likely than a magnet?” “All I’m saying is that maybe you’re not a master!” 

As soon as El’s hand touched his shoulder, Mike stopped. El came forward and stood to the side of them. “I’m…sorry. I…pulled your board. In the school. I felt…jealous.” She was still working on articulating her feelings, particularly the powerful ones, and she extended her hand, a little stiffly, toward Max. A silent request of forgiveness. Max was wrought with confusion at first, ignoring El’s gesture, but her expression slowly melted away into pure awe. 

“Dude, you could do that?! I mean, I knew you opened doors and shit with your mind, but I couldn’t even see you! You came out of nowhere! That’s rad. And I can totally teach ya some of my mad skills, no need to be jealous,” she said with a goofy smirk. 

Suddenly, a panicked voice came from a few yards down. “Hey, hey, guys?! How are you s’posed to control this thing?!” Their attention was drawn away immediately as Dustin began shouting from down the street where the pavement drooped downhill. 

“Just get off the board, genius! It’s not that hard!” Max’s voice trailed off as she, Will, and Lucas frantically raced after him. 

“Hey,” Mike said in the gentle tone that always seemed to arise when he spoke to El, “That was you? In the school? Why didn’t you say anything?! Why did you leave?!” His voice steadily grew in desperation as he remembered those dark feelings that overwhelmed his heart when she was gone. 

El studied the fraying threads in her overall pockets intently, and whispered, “You looked…happy. Not all the way happy, but halfway happy. Didn’t want to make you…hurt.” The words seemed to come out in fragments sometimes, when she didn’t know what to say, 

Mike gingerly lifted her chin up, and she met his gaze. “You never make me hurt, El. Just knowing that you were alive…it kept me going. At least halfway happy. But now I know that you’re here and you’re safe and…I didn’t lose you. That makes me happy. You make me happy” 

#spoilers #season two spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 2 spoilers #my writing #anon #asks

[morseyyy]

Ruby Keener part one. Phase one.

She had never really understood how they came to know the infamous Tony Stark. He had just always kinda been around her family from when she was little. Harley loved him, with all of his heart. She used to make fun of him, say he was stuck up the Billionaire’s ass but now that she thinks back, she’s glad her brother had a friend.

He wasn’t so much of a father figure, more uncle-like. He stopped by for birthdays, sent them a Christmas card every year, used to FaceTime Harley monthly to talk about school and Iron Man stuff. Her friends at school used to tease her about it, whenever she mentioned her Uncle Tony they would tell her to stop lying, there is no way Tony Stark is your uncle, you just want attention. So she eventually stopped talking about him, some might say she was embarrassed.

Harley told Tony everything, and she means everything. And some days she’d be jealous when she heard them talking on the phone about stuff her twelve year old brain could never even begin to process. But she wasn’t jealous of her brother, she was jealous of Tony. She envied the relationship they had, the closeness. She wanted someone to love her like that, to have a bond so unbreakable that no amount of time or distance could ever effect it.

But Tony was great. He helped her momma with the bills from time to time when they were really desperate, kept Harley on track at school, mailed them a copy of The Post every time he was on the cover-which wasn’t a lot. She knew him, but she never really knew him, you know? Not until after the vanishing.

Their Momma had left them about three weeks before it, just the same as their Daddy had. Went out for a pack of smokes and never came back. If anything, Harley and Ruby had expected it, it wasn’t a surprise when he pulled the truck up to an empty driveway, empty house along with it.

Everything is gonna be fine, he had told his sister, we don’t need her anyway. It was harsh, but it was the truth. She had cried, he lay with her till she fell asleep. Harley had taken care of her since he was old enough to understand the concept of responsibility. He had to, they had no other choice with their Momma working two jobs, she was never home to see them.

Weirdly, those three weeks were kind of normal. Harley drove her to school, drove her home, helped her with homework, she helped him cook dinner, they watched TV until he carried her tired body to bed. Everything was...fine. But then the vanishing happened and her life did a one eighty.

It was a Saturday, warm for early May, she was making them sandwiches while Harley changed the trucks oil. He was there one minute and gone the next. She watched him turn to dust before her eyes, melt away into nothingness beside the old Ford.

She barely even reacted, called his name a couple times, kicked the skateboard he had been laying on and watched it roll under the pick up. She walked around the yard for at least five minutes, searched the garage and even his room, as if she hadn’t watched him dissolve. It wasn’t until she noticed how quiet the street was, desolate even.

Their neighbour, Mrs Smith, had cried over her husband. She told her everything would be fine, that they’d come back to them, that she shouldn’t worry. Oh, how stupid she must’ve sounded. They stayed together for a little while, people become bitter with loss, they won’t care for folk like us, she had said and Ruby knew it was true.

It was a matter of weeks before the lootings started; reports of robbery’s and theft were now common conversation topics between neighbours who sat out in their yards with rifles leaning against their deck chairs. She was grateful though, they kept people like Mrs Smith and her safe, the vulnerable.

She quickly developed survival instincts, looking over her shoulder became second nature. She only took what she needed, what was absolutely necessary. Food, water, a couple lighters and some hygiene stuff. She hated stealing with a passion, but she had no other way of living, no choice.

It was about a month before he showed up. She had forgotten about him, really, never thought to find a way of contacting him. Never saw him coming either; she lay at the top of the staircase, stomach flat with the carpet as she peered down the barrel of Harley’s air rifle. He stumbled upon entrance, using his shoulder to barge the back door open, making the rusty lock snap with the force he used.

She didn’t recognise him, so used to seeing him in three piece suits or the armour that she didn’t register his old grey hoodie, fraying at the toggles. He wore a hat too, which didn’t help, hanging down over his eyes and obscuring his face from view.

She watched him wipe his feet on the mat behind the door, muddy from the yard. “Don’t move,” She said quietly, loud enough to make him look up the stairs at her.

His eyes widened when he saw the gun, raising his empty hands in the air slightly as a surrender. She squinted, registering his face and matching it to a memory from Harley’s last birthday, a distorted image of him carrying in a neatly wrapped box setting off a bell in her mind.

She raised her head from the sight of the gun to look at him properly. “You’re alive.” She stated, looking at how sunken in his cheeks seemed and the way his shoulders looked boney.

He lowered his hands, stuffing him into the pockets of his Levi’s. “So are you,” She nodded and uncocked the gun to show she wasn’t going to use it. “Is he..?” He trailed, glancing through into the kitchen that was empty and embarrassingly messy.

She nodded again, “Gone.”

His shoulders deflated sadly, like he had been holding his breath for hours. He looked so tired, exhausted. “And Momma?” The word sounded weird in his mouth, not used to saying it.

Standing up, she leaned the air rifle against the wall and made her way down the stairs, passing him into the kitchen. She shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, following her as she leaned up and grabbed a couple glasses out of the cabinet.

“She left a few weeks before it happened, haven’t heard anything from her but we weren’t expecting too,” She explained as she filled one with water from a bottle and offered it to him.

He took it with a mumble of ‘thanks’ dragging a sip as she filled hers. “So, what have you been doing?” How are you surviving, he meant, how the hell is a twelve year old still alive after a month of being on their own?

She shook her head, “We can skip the small talk, Tony, I’m not Harley.” It came out meaner than she had inttended, but she was a kid, she wasn’t exactly about to apologise. He stared at her, as if battling something out in his mind. “What happened?” She asked, gentler this time.

He hadn’t expected her to be there, she could tell that much. He was expecting to find Harley or an empty house, he hadn’t thought far enough ahead yet. “I...” He started, before stopping and puffing our a breath of air. “We lost,” He said shakily, leaning back against the countertop. “We lost and I think...I think this is irreversible.” He looked back at her from where he had been staring at the floor, eyes glossed over and a crease through his brow.

Her chest tightened and she felt the air get pulled out of her lungs. She had been hanging onto the thought that this wasn’t permanent, that they would find a way to bring everyone back. The population had been cut in half in a matter of seconds, world governments were in pieces, children had been left abandoned-orphaned, hospitals were severely understaffed. The world was in chaos, they couldn’t just...accept defeat.

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead into Tony’s chest as she clung to him. “He’s not coming back,” She mumbled, the tears that brimmed her lash line spilled over and soaked into his hoodie. “He’s not coming back,” She repeated, sobbing quietly.

Tony pressed his face into the top of her head, holding her close against him. “I’m sorry, Kid, so sorry,” His body shuddered then and she knew he was crying too.

So, there they were, a couple of idiots bubbling like babies in the middle of the kitchen of a two bedroom semi, in BumFuck Tennessee while the rest of the world descended into madness. Like the losers they knew they were.

#wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #vision #t’challa #tony stark #thor odinson #shuri #scott lang #sam wilson #rhodey #steve rogers #harley keener #peter parker #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #bucky barnes

[traviswsoul]

Day 7 Orcutt to Morro Bay This was the hardest day yet, not because it was a long day but because of the head wind that nearly pushed me over the edge.  I departed Michelle's house at noon, which was a bad idea to stay so late but I got busy writing and didn't want to fall behind on that.  That became compounded when I turned the wrong way down Clark St leaving town and went for a few miles inland.  That is exactly the kind of lesson that I am learning on this trip, to not let stupid mistakes anger me.  I always have and always will make mistakes, brain farts, that could ruin the day or the mood and drive me crazy.  I can be prone to being too hard on myself and I hope to remove that from who I am, I know I'll never be perfect so why freak out when I'm not?  To not be driven mad by the maddening. I figured out a route to continue on and not have to back track, the reason I went so far out of the way is I got so distracted by coasting down hill so effortlessly.  I wasn't about to climb back up that hill.  I imagine I added 10 miles or more to my day, which isn't that bad except for detouring through farm lands with insane head winds which were that bad!  This is when I started cursing the wind, what a silly thing.  It kept my general speed of about 15 mph to under 10, I was not doing well.  I spend the first hour on the bike basically making no progress.  Then it got even better (worst).  I made it into a town, Santa Maria, and stopped at a classic truck stop for pancake breakfast which was fine.  I then loaded up, except for securing my map bag, that also contains my passport and wallet, to the handle bars.  It got left sitting loosely on top of the rear panniers.  A few hundred yards from the truck stop it bounced itself off the bike and sat abandoned and lonesome in the middle of the road as I rode on for about another two to three miles before I went to lean onto my bars and rest that I realized something was missing.  The only thing on my bike that if lost all was lost.  I can't cross the border and make this trip successfully with no passport.  My heart melted down into my clipped in shoes.  That experience warranted a entirely different kind "oh shit" from than a wrong turn.  I didn't even have a moment to be mad I simply went into panic mode, turned around and rode as hard as I could the wrong way down the road so I could see exactly where I had been. The clear plastic cover shimmered in the high sun from a block away and all was well, better than well, the opposite of disaster, this is the kind of things that make you believe in God.  Not having experienced the roller coaster of emotion you might say "No it's not, all that happened was retracing my steps and finding what I lost, but when the stakes are that high, it sure feels like so much more.  Faith is a funny thing, and made up of even funnier things.  I'm going to write a sermon called lost and found faith one day and see if it can't get me kicked out of a church.  The best truth starts as things that they'll throw you out of the church for! So all this craziness happened before I was back on the route even, making for quite a stressful day.  The wind continued to work against me for most of it.  After I rejoined the route in Guadalupe I had one of these spells I'm starting to recognize as a regular phenomenon on a trip like this.  I black out stretches with in days.  I think if nothing is especially interesting or stimulating and my body and mind are fatigued there's not a lot of energy to register vibrant memories, so I don't.    I rode until I saw a logo of a hamburger man,which of course I remember, so I stopped and ate a "california burger,"  they call anything "california" if they put avocado on it, seams like a cheap trick to me but it's a thing.  Refueled I was ready to go however the wind was still kicking my ass and I was worried about not making it before dark,  well, that's the excuse I told my self to justify my next actions but the truth was I was fed up.  I knew there would be days that sucked and I wouldn't want to go on,  it happened the first time one week in.  I saw some good ol boys loading into a pickup when I was pulling out and I asked them if they were headed north, told them I was behind schedule and could use a ride to the next town, luckily the were going south despite being confused about which was north and south at first.  It blows my mind how many people I encounter on the coast who don't know their north from south, they certainly know which way the beach is but havn't put two and two together.   Anyway I just fell back on my mantra to just keep pushing pedals and went on. Oceano, Grover, Pismo and Shell beaches were all quinticential California beach towns one after the other and they culminated with Avilia Hot Spring Camp site which I must return to.  It, obviously has hot springs, had a hippy commune vibe but also appeared to have cabins that were tiny houses.  There is a very strong possibility that when I get back to SD from this trip I will be building a tiny house so it took everything I had to not stop in there and check it out.  After that I turned onto Ontario road, a frontage road along side the 101 nestled up against a big hill on the oceanside, effectively blocking the wind,  I couldn't have been more grateful.  Then I noticed the opportunity for a short cut by taking Los Osos Valley Road and cutting off going to San Luis Obispo, so I made up a little of the milage I added in the beginning. Too bad the trade off was one of the coolest town in all of the west coast for a bunch of miserable farm land, oh well, you can't have it, and I've had more than my share already in this life i'd say. By this point I was exhausted, I was still battling the wind, so when I turned off onto Turri Rd I had to go into full beast mode because I was starring at a big hill ahead of me and a giant cloud was blocking out the suns warmth above me.  I was growling and huffing and yelling my way up this hill, I was rewarded for my show of determination with a juicy and curvaceous cruise down the back side where I saw rabbits, squirrels, and a big fox, plus that cool old windmill, I loved it.  At the end it only got more beautiful, I was back at the coast and came upon a vast grassy river bed with several streams winding through it reflecting the light from the setting sun, and the ocean in the distance. I was in Morro Bay.  I have been waiting several years to come here and visit skateboard legend Jack Smith, whom I'm humbled to call a friend.  We met early on in my days starting push culture, in the memory of my spirit he gave me his blessing and was very encouraging.  I started PC News by turning on my computer camera and reading the newsletter that he used to send out every monday, which was the precursor to the Skateboarders Journal Magazine he we later start. I loved it and I tried to share it with friends but I realized no one was reading that type of content anymore via email.  It needed to be video so I hit record and that was the first episode.  Immediately we sat Brian in that chair instead, I produced it and I could never tell that story without telling about Jack Smith and his influence.  I am thrilled to be here, I was thrilled to see Jack, I was thrilled that when I got here my brother's letter from his realestate office was on the counter, it felt so nice to feel Brian's presence in that moment finally being in Jack's home where he was missed, and talked about with love.  Jack's wife Kathy made an amazing chicken gnocchi soup for diner that night, I had seconds!  Kathy is an angel and understands us guys being called to these big adventures (Jack has skated cross country 4 times since 1976) she has taken wonderful care of me and I've been full the whole time.  She'll be retiring next year after 35 years of teaching, I'm really  happy for her, she's delightful. I also enjoyed getting to visit with Dillon, Jack's son, who's smart and cool, has a great job, and is really fun to talk about skateboarding with. I'm taking a rest day here as well,  I waited too long to be here to rush out right away. I rode electric skateboards to the Morro Bay skateboard museum with Jack, it's founder. We rode around the "volcanic cap," a huge rock called Morro Rock that jets out of the water 400 feet above Morro Bay. But thats another story.

[created-by-the-creator]

Dream 4/10/17

Okay so there were dreams before but it started off with me in this yard and I'm talking to my manager Melissa and apparently we're going to Disney Land and I was really excited, then as I'm walking back with some friends some other stuff happened and then I'm in Hogwarts and whatever, but then it changes and I'm in these seats /park and I'm skateboarding and like spinning in these chairs somehow and my friend who graduated already, Hannah, broke her finger or something, so I helped her out of this jungle gym, and she sat down and I tried to look for things in her bag, but all she had were a bunch of shoes and cameras (she was a photographer, so it made sense) Then the scene changes and I'm in this old mansion, and I was there before apparently. So I go through this magic wall into a tunnel that leads to a big backyard with a small stream and a forest and beautiful flowers. So I made friends with this talking crab and stuff and I was at the edge of the stream, and there was this baby cow crossing it, so I went to pet it and then it ran back to its mom. So I'm just sitting enjoying the view when this talking parana on the shore line started to be all mean to me so I kicked it back into the water but then it started calling its buddies, it was like a cat or something idk, so I grab my crab friend as we're being chased and they're clawing at us and the parana was trying to follow but couldn't really cause he needed water, so we're running to the tunnel and I yell "close the wall!" And they looked surprised, but did it anyway. So we ran back inside, panting, and my crab friend was human. He's never been in the mansion before. Me and him walk down and are met with clay children. They served up tea, but it was bubbles. My friend was very confused, and accidentally broke off one of the child's hands. I laugh since I know this place and the creator of it, and I grab the holds hand and put it back on, and it fixes itself. So I walk into the kitchen where I find the creator. Now it looks like the mad hatter but he didn't have all that makeup or weird clothing. He just acted like it. He turned around and looked excited, only to see that it was me. He sighed and said hello, pouring himself a glass of the bubbles. I sat down at the small dinning table and looked up at him. I told him I closed the walls and he dropped the cup, slamming his hands on the table and glaring at me. "You did /what?!" He asked, and I watch him grab the light from the ceiling and pull it down, it wasn't supposed to do this but it easily moved down as he pointed the light at me. All the other lights were turned off now. He asked me why, and I explain that the animals tried to kill me and eat me and my friend. He looked a bit concerned, and tugged on the light. It went back up to the ceiling as he sighed. He told me I shouldn't fight the animals and I said I didn't. Then something happened and I mentioned some of my friends in real life (fake friends in my dream, not my actual friends) and I say one of them is Emme. He goes wide eyed. He gets real close to my face and asked me to repeat myself. I told him I knew a girl named Emme. Blond hair, blue eyes, kind hearted. He slowly backed away and turned to the side, looking upset. He showed me a picture of her, it was like an old polaroid picture. I said that was exactly her and he started to tear up and smile. Then I woke up

#dream journal #jere shutup