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zerobaselove · 1 year

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cuddling with zb1 ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warning: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i have nothing to say other than these are so cute im giggling n kicking my feet

members under the cut!

jiwoong ;

"do you really need to be attached to me for the whole movie?" you asked, chuckling at the way your boyfriend, jiwoong, had entangled your limbs together while getting comfortable for your weekly movie night. he only smiled, pulling a blanket over your bodies as he pressed play on the movie you had decided on.

"i like to be comfy, is that a crime y/n?" he teased, the opening credits acting as background noise for his whining. "it is when you fall asleep in the first half of the movie every time." you pouted, contrasting the way you grabbed his hand to throw over your stomach. he let out a huff at the accusation. "i do not!"

fast forward 20 minutes and your boyfriend was out cold, head resting on your shoulder as he let out quiet, even breaths. eventually the ending credits had started rolling and you reached for the remote to turn the tv off, when you felt jiwoong stir awake next to you. a yawn escaped his lips as he noticed the credits scrolling past, "that movie was really good." he smiled, rubbing his eyes.

"jiwoong, you fell asleep like 20 minutes in." the embarrassment came over his face almost immediately, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. "well the one playing on the back of my eyelids was fantastic."

zhang hao ;

"your hair smells nice," zhang hao mumbled, tightening his grasp on your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest. you chuckled at the random compliment, "thank you love," your hand came to rest on top of his on your waist, enjoying the warmth radiating off of his body.

you could tell he was getting sleepy, his grip relaxing and his breathing slowing, but that didn't stop him from letting his thoughts flow past his lips. "you're perfect, in every way, i don't think you hear that enough." you were thankful he couldn't see the blush rising to your face, because you were sure by now you were a deep shade of red. he complimented you all the time, but he especially liked to when he was sleepy and pressed against you. "you're too nice to me hao."

"i'm serious," his words slurring the longer he stayed awake, "you are so amazing and i am so proud of you," his words were dragging out longer and longer as he went on, but that didn't stop him. "never forget that." you squeezed his hand, "i won't love, and the same goes for you.

he hummed in contentment, satisfied with your acceptance as he let the sleepiness take over his body, unbeknownst to you. "i love you hao." you mumbled, getting radio silence from the boy. he fell asleep. taking it as a sign to drift off yourself, knowing you were in his arms made it that much easier.

hanbin ;

"stop it~" hanbin whined in between in between fits of laughter, "it tickles." you had your boyfriend pinned under your arm as you peppered kisses over his burning cheeks, loving the sound of his laughter too much to stop. and when he was as pretty and cute as he was, how could you not shower him with affection? only settling down when your arm was getting sore from holding all your weight, collapsing into his side.

you found yourself in the crook of his neck, lips merely inches from his neck with your arms caging him in. these times were your favorites, just getting to be close and affectionate with the boy you wish to never be apart from. at some point hanbin had started mumbling nonsense while you pressed light kisses to the exposed skin on his neck, giving mumbled responses every now and then against his skin.

"sounds like you had a busy day," you whispered, doodling imaginary shapes on his stomach as you listened to him ramble, getting a hum in response before he rested his head on top of yours. "this makes it all worth it though," he giggled, cheeks still flushed from earlier, his ears matching with a similar shade of red.

you couldn't stop the smile from appearing on your face at your boyfriend's cute actions, "glad to be of help."

matthew ;

"morning sleepyhead," you ruffled your freshly awoken boyfriend's hair, smiling at his half asleep state, getting a groan in return as he pulled you closer to his chest; your head resting on him while his arm was wrapped around you, starting to play with your hair.

since meeting matthew, you had become somewhat of a morning person, and this was why; loving the way it felt to be completely engulfed in his scent and presence, his sleepy morning rambles and the way you could hear his heart beating in his chest. it was perfect, he was perfect.

"how'd you sleep darling?" he finally had awoken enough to form words, pressing a light kiss to your temple. "not too bad," you answered simply, getting a similar reply from the boy when you returned the question. "we should get up shouldn't we?" he asked, already knowing the answer but not quite ready to face it.

"probably," a sigh escaped your mouth as you nuzzled into matthew's chest, too comfortable and warm to think about the cold world outside of your blankets. "but it can wait."

taerae ;

after a long day, you and your boyfriend taerae had found yourselves finally winding down for the evening, resting on the couch with some tv show that you both found mildly entertaining playing quietly on the tv; but you weren't focused on that, more so enjoying the melody your boyfriend was humming.

it seemed every day was a new song with him, whether an original melody he didn't want to forget or a popular tune that frequented his playlists, he always had something playing in his head. with your head nuzzled in his neck you could occasionally feel the vibrations against your skin which was surprisingly relaxing, and exactly what you needed at the end of the day.

"what song it that?" you questioned, humming the tune back to yourself, "it doesn't sound familiar." you trailed off, trying to flip through every song you knew he loved lately. he smiled wide, not realizing how much attention you had been paying to him, "it's something i've been working on at the studio," he smiled, "i could sing you a bit, if you'd like."

listening to taerae sing was one of your favorite activities, his sweet voice made you feel at home in some sense, and it always put you in a good mood, so who were you to pass up the offer. "please do."

ricky ;

for most, moments in silence are awkward, some even opting to use the word suffocating, but that was never the case with you and your boyfriend ricky. you loved moments like now, the sun rising in the sky as he had his hand firmly on your waist. no words spoken, just enjoying each other's presence.

every once in a while ricky would drag his finger along your exposed skin, sometimes tracing shapes that you liked to try and guess; most of the time it was little hearts, which made you blush like no other, but you'd never tell him you knew. that was your little secret.

it wasn't often that you two showed affection out in public, not really a fan of pda and you were sure your friends weren't either, so you really cherished these moments, getting to be affectionate and vulnerable with him behind closed doors.

"hi," he finally broke the silence with a simply greeting, leaving a smile to appear on your face as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, smiling into the kiss. "good morning ricky."

gyuvin ;

something that everyone noticed about your boyfriend on first glance was how tall he was, and sure, that was great, but they've never had to deal with his long limbs with nowhere to fit them. this morning was like most, gyuvin laying on his stomach, an arm and a leg lazily thrown over your much smaller frame, rendering you trapped.

you couldn't complain much, you loved having him there and loved feeling his presence, you didn't even get annoyed with his incessant kisses most of the time. but at some point you had to get up, against your boyfriend's wishes, of course.

"gyu, we can't lay in bed forever." your comment earned a pout and a sigh from him, and you could already sense the whining tone about to lace his next words. "but why not~" he dragged out, hoping it would convince you, "i think the bed would get very lonely without us."

the laugh that erupted from your chest was louder than you thought, your hand coming to cover your mouth only to be stopped by gyuvin's arm across your chest. "five more minutes." you sighed, knowing you weren't going to win this fight anytime soon, "five more minutes."

gunwook ;

"i'm so lucky to have you," gunwook giggled, throwing his arm lazily over your waist as you laid face to face in bed. the boy always got very talkative in these times, rambling on and on praising you and showering you with affection; he had always been one to show his love with words, and you couldn't help but smile every time.

"i could say the same wookie," your thought interrupted by a yawn escaping your lips as you brought your hand up to move a few stray hairs out of his face, watching the way he leaned into your touch. you were fighting to keep your eyes open by this point, but gunwook was perfectly content admiring you in your sleepy state, much preferring your pretty face to the back of his eyelids.

his hand started rubbing your side lightly, helping you drift off further, "get some sleep y/n." he smiled, knowing you could use the rest as another yawn came from your mouth. "you should sleep too gunwook," your eyes were long shut now, simply feeling around for your boyfriend.

you couldn't see the smile that plastered his face, but it was one of the biggest, "don't worry about me, goodnight pretty."

yujin ;

"i'm so tired," you whined, throwing your bag to the floor as you walked into your boyfriend yujin's bedroom, getting a smile and head tilt as he ushered you over. "we could always take a nap," he smiled, moving over for you to sit next to him. "we don't have to go out with gyuvin hyung for another few hours."

you pondered the idea for a moment, weighing the pros and cons even though you knew you would cave in for the idea regardless, "i think that's one of your best ideas yet." you moved down on the bed to get more comfortable, yujin following suit. "should we set an alarm?" you asked, turning to face the boy.

"we have hours, we'll be fine." he said matter-of-factly, smiling as his hand dragged down your arm, stopping at your hand as he linked pinkies with you. before you knew it you had fallen asleep and were subsequently waking up to the incessant ringing of yujin's phone, the time displaying 8:09pm, an hour after you were meant to meet gyuvin, who had left 12 missed called.

"yujin, wake up," you shook the boy awake, getting a groggy unintelligible response from the boy before you filled him in, simply getting a shrug. "i guess we were really tired, huh?" a small laugh left his lips, causing you to giggle at the incident. "it was well-deserved rest."

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eoieopda · 1 year

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(Re-sending bc your inbox exploded) Can you write about Taehyung being the BIGGEST simp for his reader girlfriend while she’s on her period? I’m in the fetal position and this is the only thing that will help at this point. 🙏🏻 Heal me, Jade unnie 🙏🏻

oh sweet bb, i’m sorry you’re in pain! i have endometriosis, so i am very familiar with curling myself into a ball :(

(also i damn near choked to death on my sandwich at HEAL ME JADE UNNIE ☠️😂)

cw: fluff, best boy tae, period mention, there is a text but this is not a SMAU!

There was an entire king-size bed at your disposal.

Despite this, you were sitting cross-legged in the dead center of the mattress with your body slumped in half over your knees. You were exactly as uncomfortable as you looked; but folded over like the world’s angriest crêpe, you could at least pretend that you were fighting back against your uterus.

Going tit for tat with your reproductive system like this might have been petty - you acknowledged this. In fact, it might have also been absurd. But at the end of the day, you never subscribed to this menstruation bullshit in the first place. Consequently, you didn’t give a fuck if you were waging a losing war.

Besides, with your back exposed the way it was, Taehyung had a canvas. He stretched out sideways behind you because your unyielding presence in the middle of the mattress limited his options to two: the well between you and the pillows, or the floor. From that trench, his fingertips sketched invisible doodles against the fabric of your t-shirt. Hangul you couldn’t quite make out, pictures you could only guess at.

As always, his little ministrations calmed you. At any other time of the month, you would be fast asleep by now. Maybe that’s another reason why he nestled in behind you: so you’d have a warm body to lean on if your insides ever gave it a rest.

“What more can I do for you, petal?”

His murmured words snapped you out of your hypnosis.

“I could grab take-out from that new place up the street,” He continued as he sat upright, scooted closer to you.

When you unfolded yourself, his chin dropped gently down to rest on your shoulder. Never one to miss an opportunity, he placed a peck on your cheek before bumping the tip of his nose against the very same spot. He got the reaction he wanted, which was the first smile he’d seen from you all day.

You hummed in consideration. On the one hand, you couldn’t take more ibuprofen without eating; but on the other hand, he’d be gone from you for twenty (20) entire minutes. Your growling stomach answered before you did. Taehyung’s head tilted to rest against yours as he chuckled quietly.

“So, yes to the dumplings, then?” He teased as one of his hands tugged at the back hem of your shirt. At the mention of food, Yeontan stretched out of the ball he’d made of himself near your bent knee. “Do you need anything else?”

You didn’t want to ask, but it wasn’t an errand you we’re currently capable of running yourself. To be fair, you weren’t uncomfortable about asking this of him; it was what it was. You just knew how confusing this pharmacy aisle could be for people with periods; Taehyung might not stand a chance.

He expertly translated your silence, kissed your cheek again, and scooted himself to the edge of the bed. Bright white teeth glimmered at you as he grinned. They sparkled nearly as much as his eyes did when he raised his hand to his forehead in salute and declared, “I’m on it, boss!”

Your mirth was exhaled through your nose. Your concern tilted your head slightly to the side as one side of your mouth hitched up, “You sure you’re up for this mission?”

His boxy smile widened while he blinked back at you. His eyes said nope and help, respectively, but his mouth said: “I will not leave that pharmacy until the objective is completed.”

You dropped your face into your palms with more muted laughter spilling out. “Please don’t die in there,” You mumbled through your fingers, “Tannie and I would never manage without you.”

He hopped back over to deliver two more kisses - one to the top of your hung head, and the other to Yeontan’s - before heading on his way.

There were nine (9) minutes between his departure and his text.

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ghostfeather · 1 year

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4/6 ooo vvip recap

i don't normally do big write-ups but this is primarily for people going to future shows with vvip that are anxious like me and need to know how it works. i just woke up and my brain is a jumbled mess so feel free to ask clarifying questions!

so yeah, my dumbass splurged and went for vvip tickets knowing that i don't like to be perceived but it was ooo, and thank god for tiered entry and the queueing system bc i got to the venue only an hour before they let us in for fansign. they scanned the ticket from my email at the check-in table right before security and then i was in. there were four separate lines for each tier but it was a little confusing once the line started to wrap around so i just...stood somewhere near a railing so i could lean on it. i thought staff would put us in order before entering but they didn't. they let us into the venue about 20 minutes to 6:00. i was queue number 222, so when the line started moving, i found #223 and just stood with them because it seemed like that's what you were supposed to do? but staff said it really didn't matter where you were in line.

when we got in, staff put us in rows based on the order we entered the venue, not based on queue number. they were very strict about where you needed to stand and i could hardly comprehend anything when they were explaining the rundown of fan engagements but i was pretty impressed by how systematic and organized it was when actually started because it ran like clockwork. staff is very good about guiding you and telling you where and when to go.

the boys walked in exactly at 6:00 on the dot. even though i was in the back, the venue was small so i could see them as they walked in. me and the people around me were just staring at each other like 🫢

then the fansign started, and it moved very fast. there's no sitting and talking with members. whatever you manage to say as they pass down your album (bring your own- only the cover may be signed) or poster (vvip benefit- 8.5x11 size) is it so make it count.

then it finally became my turn after 20 minutes or so. the order of members was junji, nine, yoojung, kb, mill, rie. my one regret is that i literally couldn't think of anything to say to them, other than "thank you" very enthusiastically. i did say happy birthday to junji and hand him his birthday card. he said thank you back and said "oh cake!" because i doodled a little cake that said "생일 축하해요" on the card. i handed everyone else their cards and kept saying thank you. on kyubin's envelope, i had it addressed to "hot guy" which he enjoyed very much and he kissed it 🙄 and then...lee sungho. y'all, that man is so insane. he's so terrifying. his eye contact was so incredibly intense like he is staring directly into your soul. in that moment, there was nobody else in that damn venue and if he hadn't handed me back my poster, i would've stayed and kept staring. anyway that was my y/n moment. he started making conversation with me, which i appreciate, so i was able to respond and act like a functioning human being. overall, the boys were all INSANELY good-looking irl. like...pictures and videos do not do them an ounce of justice.

after you get through fansign, you end up about back where you were originally standing and vip joins in behind in for the hi-touch and group photos at some point. it followed the same system as the fansign regarding how they moved us through the line. they had ten people at a time go up and high five the members, then stand behind them to take the photo. for the photo, the members are seated in chairs while fans stand behind, except the fans at both ends kneel next to the members. i stood behind mill. some people got to make heart hands with the members. i did not 😔 the staff took two pictures. i don't know where and how those get posted but i think they come out in a couple weeks? 🤷‍♀️

and then it was over with 45 minutes left before the show started. at that point, staff started calling out vvip queue numbers one by one for you to choose where to stand for the show. at our venue there are the main floor and two balconies, and i chose to stick to the main floor. there were maybe 7 people standing in front of me so i was quite close. i've had one barricade experience and realized it's not for me (can't see over my glasses), so i was pleased with how far i was from the stage. i was right in front of a speaker, which i later came to realize was uhh...not smart. i may need to invest in earplugs.

for the concert itself, i was originally not very happy with how short the setlist was but my legs were cramping and i had an awful stitch in my side by the end so it was fine for the sake of my well-being. the setlist was mostly the same except for the solos and encore. be mine and beat for solos and a song of ice&fire/angel/ooo you for encore (they did that for ME).

some highlights about the concert:

they are VERY good performers. super engaging and energetic. junji, mill, and kb do a lot of fan service. nine, yoojung, and rie mostly focus on the choreo but they completely kill it. they've all got great stage presence. also it's so satisfying to see their formations in person.

kb held nine by the neck at some point during gaslighting. unprompted. unprovoked. for no reason. that should have been me.

the members had us sing happy birthday to junji early on in the show. rie was YELLING happy birthday to junji in his ear. he kept acting very possessive toward junji throughout the night, it was hilarious.

kb told junji to blow a kiss at the audience, but junji leaned in toward kb instead. i love OnlyGayOf.

kb started acting like he was surfing for some reason. i think rie and junji? acted like the waves. they're so corny as usual, i love them.

they randomly started playing charades but that didn't work out so random long jump competition? i don't really know what was happening because i was distracted looking for my friend but rie lost and had to do a sexy dance punishment.

kb had us yelling HOIIINGYA multiple times throughout the show. he had us chanting in korean during the encore. he made us call him handsome and cool (멋있다, not 맛있다- he made that very clear), and he made us call nine cute 😤

junji's real birthday celebration was right before they took pics with the audience. they surprised him with a cake and we sang happy birthday twice. junji cried 🥺 mill had us chanting "don't cry!" then nine started chanting "cry, cry, cry!" which was so typical of wookjin behavior. then they also sang happy birthday to a girl in the audience, it was sweet.

they took song requests during one of the ments. kb told us to write the song name on your phone and hold it up. i tried to get picasso but i failed 😔 all i remember was byredo...and maybe desert?

wookjin sang daisy so my life is complete. also his body rolls bewitched me, body and soul 💀

and that's all! i go to a ton of concerts and i have high standards even for my faves but this was absolutely one of my favorites. i love these boys so much ❤️

#onlyoneof #imma need twitter to get rid of the for you page bc post-con lyon twt is starting to piss me off lmao #AND THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE NIGHT I WISHED I COULD SEE PARK JISUNG 🥺#ooo in atl

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thefriendlyferretwriter · 2 years

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A new side of you: Birthday boy

Pairing: Eugene 'Flash' Thompson x Reader

Summary: Flash's birthday, one of midtown's most famous event of the year is quite...chaotic.

Warning: almost 10K words, tension, blood, bullying, fluff, awkwardness, non-important OCS (If you don't like that, sorry)

A/N: @loxerclu8 @wheelerzluvv @ray-of-sunrisee @m00nkn1ghtss you go! So sorry for taking so much time.

The sun's rays bring warmth to my arm through the car's window, and the air has a salted smell to it as we are parked close to the port.

I sit silently with my sunglasses resting on the bridge of my nose remembering the text I received the night of the wedding.

Laying in my bed after May had spent 2 hours nursing me and making sure I was alright and getting text after text from him.

-Hi, it's Flash 4:00

-…Thompson 4:01

-Leeds gave your number to my mom and she gave it to me 4:04

-Not that I asked for it! 4:04

-She told me to invite you and Ned to my party 4:06

-If you want to 4:07

-Not that I'm forcing you or anything 4:08

-You can stay home if you want 4:09

-Not that I wouldn't like to have you there! 4:09

-It's just, you know, you do what you want, no pressure 4:10

I didn't know what to answer and it took me about 20 minutes to think of an answer when he sent another text this time apologizing for not noticing the hours he sent his messages.

The only thing I could bring myself to respond was that we'd be glad to 'pass by' not knowing if he was being sarcastic.

"Alright so, we're good?"

"Can you just repeat one more time just so I can see if I have everything down?" Ned asks.

"You're taking notes?!" I say looking at his pencil doodling on the small grocery-like list.

"Alright enough," I order taking away Ned's notepad, "This is a party no need to freak out. It's when we freak out that we screw things up remember Liz's party?"

He frowns, "Yeah, now that you mention it why would you go to the party of a guy who DJ'ed and got the whole crowd to-"

I Jump on him making sure to shut him up.

Blocking his mouth with my hands I cut him off, "Alright now how about we don't lose any more time and go rock this party, huh?" I joyfully shout pushing both of us out of the car and grabbing my present in the rush.

"Wait wait! Sunscreen!" she calls out shaking the bottle in our direction.

I take my hand off Ned's mouth and grasp the small bottle waving at her with the same hand, "Alright you can go now we'll be fine, promise!"

Sending us a small wave of her own she then side-hugs the passenger seat, going in reverse and leaves us both here in the port's parking lot.

Ned slaps the hand wrapped around his blouse before wiping his mouth, "Why did you shut me up?"

"You know May if you say that Flash runs around throwing names she would have freaked out and stopped us from going."

"Yeah and by the way, why are we even going to his birthday party? It's not like we like Flash."

He's right.

It's not like we like him.

"It's for work relations," I say looking Ned straight in the eyes with a blank face.

He looks back at me with one of his eyebrows raised, silently asking me to elaborate.

"If we keep a somewhat good relationship with Flash we might get more jobs from his mom," I say with enthusiasm hoping he'll get off my back.

"Okay," he draws out, suspicious, "Let's go then, I guess."

"Yeah let's go," I say with enthusiasm.

The ocean breeze mixed with the sun's rays lift my spirit and the cheering in the distance helps us pinpoint where the Thompson's yacht is located.

"Oh look!" Ned calls out to me showing me his phone where I can see Liz snapping us a selfie of herself standing a couple of feet away from her flyers stand.

"I hope this time she doesn't decide to visit the Washington monument." he chuckles.

"Yeah I wouldn't have the time to swing by." I giggle.

Looking around I spot many boats with their names plastered in big letters, "What's the yacht's name again?"

Ned looks back to his phone scrolling back up to his chats," Hum, 'The Hound'."

"Wow," we say simultaneously, "Cool name."

The cheering continues and the faint sound of music escalates into a pounding bass of pop music as we approach.

I can see many faces from afar, their traits getting clearer and clearer. It is when I recognize Betty Brant waving at us from 'The Hound'.

"Hey there you came!" she exclaims.

I can only see her upper body as the yacht's height is hiding most of her body. I almost give myself a stiff neck as The birthday boy himself pops up beside Betty.

"Who are you talking to Brant?" he asks as she turns back to us after making eye contact with him.

He turns to us and his face falls. As his head turns around from his guests to Betty and the two of us, he hesitates before wetting his lips and speaking up.

"So you came," he shouts loud enough for us to hear from down there.

His tone is weird.

What is that supposed to mean? isn't he the one who wanted us to come? Did his mother really pressure him to invite us?

"Hum yeah…do you want us here?"

"Yeah! Yeah! I just thought you know…you'd have other more important things to do."

"So you want us to go?" I ask with a bit of anger.

Are we invited or not? If you're reluctant about having us there then don't force yourself.

"That's not what I said," he says defensive.

"Yeah but it sounded like it."

"How?" he asks louder.

"You sounded disappointed when you saw that we turned up."

He sighs loudly and takes a minute to himself, looking behind us at the horizon.

What's his deal? why invite us if you don't look forward to seeing us?

Is it because I kissed him on the cheek? I just wanted to be nice and thank him.

Still silent, he leans back with his hands on the boat's board balancing himself back before regaining his balance and looking back down at us.

"Whatever, think what you want. You can climb the stairs right over there." he points to our left where the stairs are welcoming us to climb onto the luxurious yacht.

Looking back at him he turns around without offering us a second look as Betty wears a confused look on her face.

"What was that about?" Ned asks.

"What an asshole," I say mostly to myself.

"What's up with the couple's fight?" Ned asks again.

"What couple fight?"

"The couple fight that just happened between you and Thompson," Betty confirm from up there.

"What are you on about?" I ask defensively.

"It looked exactly like when my parents fight." she continues.

"Yeah, that was weird." Ned follows up.

"It wasn't a couple fight. He just acted like a jerk and I told him just that. If he doesn't want us here then don't invite us." I say angrily, messing with the bow on my present.

As Betty shrugs and walks away Ned leans in close to me and whispers, "Not very professional of you to insult the son of your potential boss."

"Oh shut it Ned," I say stomping up the stairs and ignoring their ridiculous accusations.

One minute he's helping me and the other he is nonchalant.

Or maybe I'm the asshole?

Maybe I shouldn't be mean to the birthday boy.

Especially when he seemed sad about not being able to spend it with family.

Maybe I should just avoid him.

"Parker, how surprising!"

Oh no, not him.

Turning around I am greeted by the group of assholes and I wonder why they're even here.

Why would he invite them to his birthday? Maybe I'm wrong, maybe he is an asshole.

"Garret, how surprising what are you doing here?" I ask calmly, trying to hide my anxiousness.

In front of me, right at the top of the stairs is a luxurious bench incrusted in the boat's gunwhale where a group of elite midtown students is packed up to look intimidating. At the head of it, Garret McCoy another rich boy whose favorite pastime is seeing how far he can go before he reaches someone's last nerve. He then turns around and plays victim using his daddy's name and reputation to get himself out of trouble.

It makes sense he's here, he and his friends are in the same social group as Thompson. Must be easier to talk about your daddy issues like that.

Am I being mean?

"It's a birthday! Why wouldn't I be here?" He asks sarcastically.

He's right why wouldn't he be here? he and Flash are friends, as friends as two rich boys can be even though Thompson often avoids this group of people to hang around the mathletic club.

I need to wake up, it's not because he was trying to be nice at the wedding that Flash Thompson is a good guy. Being logical he only helped me because a creep was threatening me.

"Don't know, you don't have another Instagram party to attend?"

"Oh no," he draws out standing up from the bench, "It's Thomspon's birthday, they're known to be cool," he says with a devious smile.

"Plus when a little birdy told me that you were going to be here I just had to see if it was true," he says, his sinic smile turning into a smirk.

Oh no, he has an idea in mind.

"Why?"

"I don't know, it just seems out of place to see you out socializing, especially around Flash."

I know what I should've said, something like, 'I don't hang out with him' or even ' Where did you hear that?' but my mouth spoke before I could think.

"Jealous McCoy? You scared Flash is gonna break up with you?"

His smile flattens and two or three of his goons chuckle behind him still sitting comfortably.

The sound of the giggles brings me back to reality where I just sassed a high-class sociopath.

Crap.

"What's happening here?" the birthday boy himself joins us.

I might not like him but I'm not about to ruin Flash's birthday over an arrogant asshole.

"Nothing," I say quickly stopping McCoy from opening his mouth.

After a beat of tense silence, McCoy speaks up.

"Enjoy the party Parker," he says the smirk returning to his face, sending a look back at his goons to follow him as he struts away.

"What was that about?" Flash asks.

"Nothing we were just talking," I say looking back at him.

He's silent, analyzing me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he answers looking down, "You brought a gift?" he asks surprised.

Looking at the flashy box I look back up at him a bit awkwardly. I feel embarrassed to be seen with the gift in hand in front of him.

"Hum, yeah…I didn't want to come empty-handed especially for a birthday, sounds kinda rude."

"It's not…It's just," he says making eye contact with me, "I didn't specify in my texts that you needed to bring one...it's nice," He ends with a small voice, like a note to himself.

After a moment of silence and awkward glances a very confused Ned wishes Flash a happy birthday and tugs me away as I grip the box even harder.

"Okay now what was that?" he asks quietly when we are at a safe distance away from Flash and his prying ears.

"I don't know, what are you talking about?"

"This!" he shouts, "This whole conversation was so weird."

"I don't know, maybe he's just bothered about the fact that we came. He probably just invited us out of courtesy."

"Should we go? Just drop off the gift over there somewhere-"

"No!" I object, "...It's a party, and I want to have fun,"

"Let's just avoid Flash and have a good time. Look, we are on a massive yacht and they are things to do all around," I say motioning all around me to all the different activities.

Like the line of people sunbathing, the ping-pong table full of shots and the…pool?

"Wait, there's a pool? on a yacht?" I say looking at the clear water where a few inflatable beds and flamingo float around and bring color to the already-filled imagery.

"Talk about money, you can decide to paddle in sweet or salty water."

"How nice," I note looking up. My gaze is attracted to the balcony where the birthday boy is talking with a girl in a bikini who keeps pointing to the pool trying to see if she can jump from up there.

"Who would have thought that sunbathing was so entertaining?" Ned says with a sigh of relaxation.

"Because you are on a boat munching on expensive food," I say applying the sunscreen May handed me onto my arm.

"I think those are just regular sandwiches," Betty says not looking our way, her eyes closed and her sunglasses on laying on the tanning chair

"On an expensive boat," Ned and I say at the same time.

We chuckle before a sudden wave of coldness comes and disturbs our peace that was previously bathed in sunlight.

Ned and Betty join me in my shriek as the coldness of the pool reaches us in drizzles.

"What the hell ?!" I scream as my body tenses and curls in a fetal position on the tanning chair.

Of course, the biggest fit of laughter comes from the other side of the pool where the bench is filled up with the group of dickhead.

Sebastian Lawson, an exchange student who took a liking to McCoy and his click emerges to the surface with a smug smile.

"My apology I didn't think my cannonball would reach you, truly my mistake," he says with his thick accent.

"Yeah, sure we believe you," I say full of poison.

"Come on Parker it's just a little water," McCoy shouts from across the pool.

Using the towel already present on the tanning chair, I use the few dry spots to pat myself as Sebastian jumps out of the water getting handed a towel by Garret.

"What's happening here?" Flash appears walking out of the living area.

"Nothing!" I say.

My loud response brings both of their gazes toward me, "Just water, nothing bad," I say with a pointed look towards McCoy, "Right?"

Funnily enough, McCoy plasters a coy smile on his face, "Right."

Flash's stare switches between Garrett and me with a frown.

"Hey Flash, where do you want me to put that?" a classmate I don't remember the name of asks a bit out of breath standing at the entrance of the living room.

"Hm yeah I'll show you, follow me."

As he walks away, both of our gazes stalk him waiting for the birthday boy to be out of earshot.

"Are you trying to ruin this party or something?!" I shout through my teeth trying to keep my anger at bay.

"No, are you Parker?" he asks with a cocky smile I dream of wiping off.

"No, why would I even do that?"

"Because I find it weird to see you here. You and Thompson never got along and I feel like since you got here he's been tense."

Am I the problem here?

"I was invited here!" I bite back.

"By who?" he asks with mockery as if nobody here would feel the need to invite me.

At that I fall silent. Should I tell him Flash invited me himself, would that seem weird?

Wait why would it be weird?

"His mother invited me."

I mean it's true, his mom did make him invite me.

Flash Thompson wouldn't invite me by himself, not without a bit of pushing right?

The cackle that comes out of Garret makes me want to strangle him.

"Thomson's mom forced him to invite you and you actually thought you were welcomed?"

Yes.

I calculate my next words, "I just wanted to enjoy the yacht and the food just like you that's why you're here, right?" I say with an obvious tone and a pointed look towards him and his friends crowding behind him.

While not being said, pretty much everyone knows that the friendship between the two is materialistic. They are here when it comes to joining each other's party or event, but the two don't really roam around each other's in the halls, not even when Flash had not yet joined the math club.

While the information is known, it's never talked about or in this case thrown in their face.

His stare loses its cockiness and lights up a tense glint, "Enjoy the party Parker." he says with his venom barely concealed.

"You too McCoy," I answer firmly.

His stare clashes with mine for a few more seconds before the idiot finally turns around and distance himself from us.

"What's with him?" Ned asks.

"He's an asshole that's what's up," I say glaring at his back, something that he thankfully can't feel as it would burn a hole through his polo.

Turning back to my tanning chair Betty brings my attention to my present hidden under it.

"Hey why didn't you put it on the present table?" she asks.

"Oh, um there's a present table?"

She pauses before laughing awkwardly, "Well yeah. You don't see anyone else with a present do you? You thought you were the only one that came with a present?" she asks genuinely.

I look around to the people playing around and enjoying their day.

"I just-I guess I didn't really think about it," I chuckle awkwardly in turn.

"Well, the table is inside," she says, pointing to the windowed living room.

"Oh."

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I just didn't write my name on it," I say showing the pretty patterned wrapper.

"Well it's not like it matters," Ned states.

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"Well there's more than one reason but the primary one being why would you care to make sure Flash Thompson knows it's you who bought this gift for him?"

"I don't know, maybe I just want to make sure I was nice enough to get him a gift, it's what you did too."

"Yeah. And my nameless gift is on the table," he says pointing in the direction of the table just like Betty did.

Switching between the gift and Ned, I keep my head down as I drag my feet and my present inside.

The second I pass the threshold of the living room I feel a different kind of warmth.

The outside weather is a suffocating heat while the inside is like a summer morning with the small cooling breeze that happens when you open your window.

The living room from close up is as beautiful as when I first glanced at it.

Beautiful but…empty. It resembles a magazine, a rich people magazine full of collector's items bringing it value.

The bit of clutter that would make one think the room is lived in looks strategic, with a bit of color here and a calculated clutter there.

Thankfully the mess made by the other guests takes a bit of that awkward observation out but it doesn't make it go away. Without all this mess, this room and the rest would look dead and for sale.

The windows surrounding the living room surprise me by heavily downplaying the noise outside, even though the sliding doors are open.

The gift table is in front of me and my hands feel stuck to my gift.

It reminds me of the first time I became aware of my powers. That night I got stuck to the subway pole for so long I had to do the journey three times before the subway conductor came to inform me I had to find another place to sleep in since the subway wasn't a hotel for the homeless.

It was a long walk home from 42 street time square.

It's a mix between sticky and sweaty making me think that yes, maybe my powers may be out of control right now.

"Hey."

I jump and spin around to be face to face with Flash who sneaked up on me and my internal monologue.

Okay my Spider sense might be out of order. Something is definitely wrong.

"You scared me." I say clutching my top.

"My bad you just looked zoned out."

"Yeah. I was just retracing my morning and wondering how I forgot to put my name on the gift," I chuckle awkwardly, trying to pry my thoughts away from my nightly spidey activities.

"Oh no that sucks," he says genuinely, looking at the gift and scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah."

This is awkward.

"I have an idea. I could put it away, far from the others so I know it's yours."

"You would do that?" I wonder aloud.

"I mean yeah. I know you're not a big spender so I gather that you wouldn't like your gift to be opened and nameless."

I mean it's not for that reason but he's not wrong either.

"Uh well Ned's gift is also unnamed, should I give it to you too?"

He seems to hesitate.

His gaze becomes glazed over, "I don't think Leeds thinks like you. I don't believe he cares about letting me know he got me a gift." He explains standing right beside me fidgeting with the ribbon of one of the gift.

"What makes you think I care?" I ask quietly compared to all the noise outside.

"O h so you don't care?" He asks really close to me.

When did he get that close?

It feels intimate like we're gossiping about someone just a few meters away from us.

"I never said that," I clarify, my voice low.

"So you do care."

"I didn't say that either."

"So you got me a gift because…" he draws out.

"Because that's what you do at birthdays," I quickly come up with the most logical scenario.

"But I never asked you to bring one."

"You didn't need to like I said it's what one does when they're invited to a birthday."

He looks at me silently scanning my face as I start hearing my heart beating in my ears.

"I don't buy it," he boldly claims.

"You don't buy what?"

"That you don't care."

Have his eyes always been so adoring?

It is like the cinema, the way you can see and recognize all the emotions through an actor's eyes.

It's the first time I feel I can read him like a book.

Those eyes often looked at mine but they always showed annoyance and anger, and yet that look, that look is…new.

It must be the longest conversation we ever had, or maybe the longest conversation we ever had without arguing.

It's surprising how casual this all seems.

I let my arms expand to him letting him take the initiative to take the present from me.

My eyes travel from the gift in my hands to him, his stare is still fixated on mine.

"Parker!"

I close my eyes in annoyance hearing his tone of voice.

McCoy.

She recoils, let go of the gift like it's on fire and takes a step back away from me.

Just as I thought we were getting somewhere she backs away and closes back up.

Garret's arm sneaks around our necks.

"Now what are you two doing here?! there's a whole party going on outside!" he says enthusiastically and with a hint of accusation.

"Yeah, talking about that I better join Ned and Betty before they start wondering where I went," she hurries out brushing away Garret's arm and stepping away from the gift table.

She steps away, her back to the living room entrance as she waves at me shyly before turning around to join her friends.

Now I'm left with him.

He continues looking at her as she walks away while I busy myself with the table, tidying up the presents ready to fall off the table. Her present in my other hand when my train of thought is interrupted.

"Really. Parker?"

It sounds like a question but isn't.

I notice his tone differs from his facial expression.

"What?" I genuinely ask.

What is he on about?

"Yeah," he draws out casually, "You know I heard about those guys who tug on the hairs .f the girl he likes but I'd never thought you would be one of them."

He chuckles with that arrogant fce that makes me want to punch him.

"What are you on about?" I ask again this time more firmly.

"Come on Flash, you and I both know you're acting weird. I don't know for you but as for me I'm ready to bet Parker has something to do with it," he says with a coy smile looking back out at her, satisfied as if he figured me out.

Following his gaze I see her outside the living room playing regular ping pong leaving all the cups filled with alcohol aside to the other guests.

At that moment I'm glad she is covering her bathing suit with her shorts and blouse knowing that Garret would make comments about that too.

His gaze is very pointed and holds a mischievous spark in it.

He's got some nerve coming here with his friends when neither of them were invited, trying to start shit and checking her out?!

I feel my blood boiling. Stop looking at her already!

"Alright man listen, first I'm not acting off. Second, even if I was acting off it wouldn't be because of Parker, now lastly I know that look and you better back off. You can't be pulling shit like that, if you try to do anymore shit you and your friends, you're out. Got it?"

His smile drops and I feel a bit of satisfaction though I don't show it.

He looks me up and down gauging if I'm serious or just bluffing.

I've never really stood up to him and his lack of manners, not only to others but to me too. I've always ignored or shrugged it off with a laugh.

He seems to get the message as he nods, "Okay man chill. I was joking."

Shit did I react too harshly?

I sigh starting to feel guilty, "No worries. It's just there's always a lot of people at my parties and my dad just bought the yacht and I don't want anyone breaking stuff trying to pull some shit, sorry." I say remorseful for my previous outburst.

After a beat of silence his smile returns and he nudges me jolly, "Don't worry man, just relax. It's your birthday, there's no need to worry?"

"Yeah," I chuckle.

He turns back to the present table with a smile while I stay standing right where I am.

Making sure he doesn't look back at me I let my eyees wander back to her cheering at her win against Leeds.

She smiles as she baths in sunlight, sweat coating her face and neck.

I like her smile.

"It's rigged! I demand a rematch," Ned shouts over my cheering.

It took half an hour but I did it. I found a way to relax and enjoy my day and just broke a sweat over a ping-pong match bringing in a small crowd of people over to witness my fun.

Looking around I lock eyes with Flash who is already looking back at me. Not wanting to look away and bring in more awkwardness, I decide instead to simply wave and send him a smile hoping he'll wave back letting us put aside this strange tension.

He waves back with the same curt smile.

A huge commotion tears my eyes away from the birthday boy to the corner of the living room leading to the pool where the scream came from.

Running towards the noise I turn the corner and come in sight of Betty Brant all wet and screaming angrily at her co-host Jason Lonello who seems to have tackled her in the pool.

"You are such an idiot Jason!" she screams over the music and the pool waves overtaking her causing her to cough as she tries to swim towards the edge of the pool.

Walking toward the pool, I bend over as Ned completely kneels to offer our hands toward Betty who tries to scoop her drenched hair behind her ears.

Her hand gripping ours I let my eyes wander and see that this altercation drew in crowd as Jason jumps out of the pool and is handed a towel by Garret.

"Such a douchebag!" Betty continues her insult as Ned covers her up in a towel.

"Come on Brant it's a party, there has to be someone getting tackled in the pool!" Garret defends Jason, "And plus! You looked like you needed to freshen up. Looked quite sour before you took a dip." he says with a smile.

"I'll give you a dip McCoy!" Betty grunts as she stands up and stomps in his direction, throwing the towel on the ground.

She is stopped by Flash planting himself in front of her and catching her by the waist with one of his arm keeping her away from Garret. Pulling her back he places his hands on her shoulders, "Alright, let's calm down now I'm sorry Brant but there's no need to start a fight."

He says it loud enough for both Betty and Garret to get the message of peace.

"Look I'm sorry, it was just a harmless prank," Jason says with a smile.

"A harmless prank?! You shove me so hard I went out of breath for a few seconds!"

"Okay, okay I get it," Flash tries to sympathize, "Jason's a dick but right now a professional journalist like you shouldn't lose her cool in public," he says more quietly, so quietly that I only hear it thanks to my proximity to the two.

Letting go of her shoulders Flash turns to Jason and asks him to apologize once more, this time more genuinely.

"Come on man it was just a prank," Garret jumps in.

There's a weird tension between the two, like a silent contest of who has the upper hand on the other.

"And I'm just asking him to apologize," Flash states firmly.

Silence.

Looking at Garret, Jason seems to be waiting for instruction and as they don't seem to come he decides to take the first step, "Alright, I'm sorry Betty. Didn't mean to scare you."

She scoffs and turns away.

With the remaining crowd being driven away Garret breaks the staring contest as he and his friends turn around ready to cause trouble later on probably.

My eyes are drawn yet again toward Flash who let a brief and uneasy smile grace his lips.

Why does every interaction we have has to be so…off?

It used to be simple. He insults me, I retort with sarcasm he gets pissed off and that's it, it goes back and forth all day every day.

It's frustrating, why be so awkward anyway?

"Wait, Flash."

Turning around he looks taken aback recognizing my voice.

"Hey, huh, what's going on?"

"Listen I think we both noticed this weird back and forth so I wanted to ask, what's going on? Is it because I kissed you? If you didn't like it you could have just told me. I-I just wanted to thank you and I didn't mean for things to become so awkward so I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Can we please just stop?"

…

The words flood my brain smoothly, like a waterfall of new vocabulary but my mouth doesn't follow my flow of thoughts.

"...Would you like me to watch out for McCoy and his friends?"

He doesn't answer and instead just stands there. His face doesn't outright say it but I can sense that he is shocked by my proposition.

"You know so you can enjoy your birthday without having to deal with all that drama." I try to continue talking and explain my train of thought or at least the train of thought that manages to come out of my mouth.

"Yeah, I get it-I mean no! Yes, I understand why you want to do that but no thanks don't worry I got it," he rambles hurriedly giving me the feeling that he is beating around the bush.

"I mean It's my party so It's my job to supervise you know? It's like my responsibility," he says tossing his hands around trying to explain his thoughts.

"Oh yeah, yeah!" I quickly agree not trying to offend him, "I totally get that it's just-you know since he seems to be acting out today I just thought you would like someone to keep an eye on him."

"That's nice but it's okay I got it," he says with a soft tone," Enjoy the party, after all it's what parties are made for."

I nod as none of us dare to turn around and walk away.

"Flash, Betty is asking where your medicine cabinet is?" Ned interrupt our silence coming in between us.

"Oh um, yeah I'll show you," he says moving Ned along with him.

Alright that's enough!

Turning around I spot McCoy sitting and surrounded by his morons. I spot behind his made-up 'V.I.P' bench a classmate of mine filling up a cup of punch and the bulb lights up in my head.

Being self-centered he doesn't bring any of his attention upon me and stays floating upon his cloud of self-importance.

It allows me to scoot behind him and his friends' bench to the buffet where I pour myself a drink looking cautiously left and right.

I spot coming near me the classmate focused on a discussion with her friend trying to walk away before I turn around and purposely knock myself into her, the content of the drink falling on Garret.

He jolts up, swears and turns around to see the culprit of his punch shower.

"Oh no!" I faint concern, "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you," I tell the girl I bumped into who is still dry as my aim was purposely focused on him, "Are you okay?"

Nodding she reassures me and brush off the incident walking behind me to get herself a drink.

"What the hell?!" McCoy barks.

I gasp, "Oh no, you're covered I'm so sorry. I was getting myself a drink and I didn't watch where I was going."

He drags his hand down his face to try and get rid of the punch a smirk appearing menacingly on his face.

"Sure, just an accident."

I double up the acting, "Yes! you know how clumsy I am," I say with conviction, hands on my heart.

"Maybe ask Flash if you can borrow his shower and look! You don't even have to change!" I say motioning to his bathing trunks.

He stomps away with determination and an idea behind his head that I don't take time to think about.

I'm going to stop caring and simply enjoy.

It's a party and parties are made to be enjoyed, Right?

And so that's what I try to do. I play some more pong, I eat snacks and drink soda. I dance around and talk and I manage to stay distanced away from Flash.

I do see him around enjoying his birthday and walking around welcoming guest after guest.

"So who do you think has the best defense? Black widow or Hawkeye?" Ned asks Susan Yang.

The two debate as we walk around the yacht.

Passing by the pool we are walking in front of the tanning chairs placed in front of the living room right under the balcony.

The sun is setting and the horizon sky mixes shades of pink, orange, and blue.

I chuckle at a defense Susan has in favor of Hawkeye when I hear a distant shout.

I feel a hot spot on my head that sends me to the floorboard with a pounding headache. My ears buzz and the electric shot travels from my skull to my spine and the rest of my body tearing a pained groan out of me.

When the zap is done traveling the pain returns to my skull, from the base of my hairline to the middle of my scalp.

The buzz in my ears settles down slowly allowing me to have a better understanding of my surroundings.

Screaming, mostly shouts of people around me. I can hear heated arguing and one of them sounds more defensive than the other

The shouting gets clearer as I feel a presence beside me, "Are you Okay?!"

It's Ned. I can't look at him as I'm still crouching in a fetal position my hands strongly pressing against my skull to help the pain subside.

I can feel my hand getting wet; it's hot too.

I hear a set of waddling feet and a cold sensation lands softly on my forehead.

"She's bleeding badly Flash!"

I recognize Betty's voice, cradling my face in one hand as she uses the other one to puts pressure with what I believe is an ice pack on my head.

The pressure accentuates the searing pain on my head but the temperature difference subsides it and lets me relax my eyes enough to be able to open them.

My vision is blurry. I don't know if it's from the possible concussion or the sudden light reaching my eyes but the fog blocking my view quickly disappears leaving place to the sight of a crowd surrounding me.

I'm confused, I don't know what's happening and the next thing my brain can register is Flash crouching in front of me.

He pushes Betty's hand away asking to get a look at my wound, and cradles my head inspecting the wound.

It's now that I realize how cold my skin is as his hands feel warm caressing my cheeks. He moves one of them from my cheek to my hair moving the strands to get a better look at my injury and stays silent, calculating his next words.

"Okay, get her inside."

His hands disappear from my face and I then get lifted by Ned and Betty, limping away from the scene with the ice pack back placed back on my head.

Passing through the living room I'm dragged to the stairs leading down as the music gets a bit more muted outside.

The lights inside the yacht gives the impression of daylight as the windows at this level of the structure are incapable of leting us see where we're going.

Passing doors we stop as Ned pushes one open to a dark bedroom.

"Okay let's sit you down, gently, gently," he repeats as Betty struggles to put me down.

I feel heavy. Heavy and dizzy.

In between their small talk, I hear the muffled noise outside.

The bed is comfy and with the darkness of the room only lit by the light coming through the closed door I feel my body giving out under me, swinging back and crashing onto the comfy pillows.

"Whoa there let's not go to sleep. you're not in a state to go to sleep," Betty says helping me back up.

My mouth feels pasty, "m'sleepy."

"You check on her, I'll get the first aid kit," she says holding me seated for a moment before jogging to another room and switching on the light that becomes the only source of visibility in the room.

My, my. I can actually think even with my injury

Am I concussioned?

"It's concussed and no I don't think you are. It's just a scratch," Ned says looking at my wound.

What?

"What, are you crazy? she bled all over!" Betty says upset.

"No trust me it's just superficial. Can you go get another ice pack?" Ned asks hurriedly.

"Why? this one's still fresh."

"No look it's dirty," he says showing the ice pack covered in blood.

From what I can see Betty looks confused and frustrated but in the end walks through the door, closing it behind her.

"Okay time to get our story straight."

"What are you talking about?" I slur a little.

"You're healing."

"What?" I ask more clearly.

"You're healing. Your super healing factor, duh."

Oh.

"Damn," I say more clearly, the realization causing a whiplash effect and sobering me up from my previous dizzy state.

"Yeah."

Betty walks back with her nose in her phone and an ice pack in her other hand.

"You'll never believe me," she says excited.

"Why do you sound so excited?" Ned ask.

"Brad Davis made a group chat and someone shared a video," she says plopping down beside me.

She turns her phone to us and we are met with the familiar sight of the party we're currently at.

The video shows McCoy face-to-face with Flash looking ready to fight.

"What's that?"

We cannot hear what they're saying but we can see Flash shoving Garret back and two classmates stepping in to somewhat show him they're ready to restrain him if needed as McCoy is getting shielded by his friends.

Flash throws an accusing finger toward the group of friends and motions toward the exit.

The audio is messed up, but even from afar you can see the uneasiness of Garret trying to talk in vain as Flash shoos him away along with his friends.

"Wow," Ned says bewildered.

"Yeah, you beat me to it," I say.

"It's gonna be messy, Flash and Garret's dads work together and I already know this video is gonna turn around," she says scrolling through the messages coming in hot.

The bedroom door opens again letting Flash walk in.

Betty turns off her phone and hides it under her leg at the speed of light.

My head is killing me.

"Hi. 'She okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, um nothing bad just a scratch," Ned says hoping to trick him.

"What? No, she bled all over."

Betty nods in agreement.

"See for yourself." Ned encourages.

Kneeling right in front of me, he probably thinks I'm still dizzy as his hands gently cradle my face with one hand and uses the other to brush away my hair to take a look at the gash.

"See, just a scratch," Ned says enthusiastically trying to get Flash to stop looking at the rapidly healing wound.

Taking a moment of silence his eyes glaze over as he thinks.

"It's still pretty big. I'll take care of that," he says standing up and walking to the nightstand where the first aid kit was placed by Betty.

Drowning a piece of cotton in disinfectant he turns back around to us, specifically to Ned and Betty seated beside me.

A moment of awkward silence is followed by him asking the two of them to move.

"Go back and enjoy the party. Cooper is at the DJ boot, he could teach you a thing or two Leeds." he bites.

"You too Brant, this isn't a show. Outside," he orders pointing to the door when his previous attempts don't work.

"Yeah sure." Betty squeaks jumping up and running out the door right behind Ned.

When it closes, we are left in the room with the party in full swing outside.

The bed dips beside me and I turn my head, accidentally making eye contact with him. I whip my head around to analyze the room I'm in and find very few items backing up my theory of the yacht being barely used.

His fingers grab my chin pulling my face back the other way to look at him once again.

I can see that he's a bit panicked at his action and opens his mouth to talk but decides against it and instead brushes my hair away to dab the disinfectant.

I suck in my teeth, trying to downplay my pain.

Strange. Not my first injury but weirdly enough a wound caused by a moron is more painful than one caused by a crook.

"Sorry," he murmurs, "You okay?" he asks sincerely.

"Yeah I think so," I try to reassure him as I attempt to remember the sequence of events that lead to this, "What happened?"

"You were walking around with your friends and you passed under the balcony. McCoy and his friend tried to pull a prank on you," he says turning back to switch to a clean cotton ball.

"McCoy said that he and Lawson filled up a huge storage box with water and were supposed to pour it on you and your friends, but with the weight of the box and how slippery it was it fell out of their hands and you right under it."

"That explains it," I say not asking for more, already knowing what followed next thanks to the video.

We go back to silence, this one more comfortable, at least for me as I now understand the origin of my wound.

Looking around I come to terms with a striking realization.

It's his room, Flash's room.

The corner of my eye is attracted by a sight that makes me gasp as I move away from his healing touch and crawl to the other side of the bed and pick it up.

"Hey come back here."

"You still have him!" I say jolly, showing him the Batman plushie I remember him dragging around when we were younger.

"Huh, yeah I'm not using him much these days so when we first visited my mom told me to bring a few things I don't use anymore."

I let out an 'aw' and play with the plushie a bit, inspecting the toy.

The color is still pretty solid for such an old stuffed toy. With small stitching here and there as well as the sweet smell of childhood or more likely the old cologne Flash used to steal from his dad to act 'smart' like him.

"Come back here so I can patch you up," he beckons me closer.

Crawling back the plushie still in hand, I sit back straight and closer to him so he can finish patching me up.

"He looks pretty rough did your mom stitch him up?" I ask trying to take attention away from our tense proximity.

"No, not my mom." he says closely, so close that I feel his breath on my cheek, "Also why would you think my mom stitched it? You don't think I can sew?"

"Did you sew it?" I ask with a coy smile already knowing the answer.

His fingers stop working on my cut and the silence is loud.

"No," he says failing to hide his pout.

I manage to hold in my laugh but can't help but let out a toothy smile.

He turns back to the first aid kit but I do catch a smile grazing his lips for a moment.

"Crap must've used my last band-aid on Brant. I'll go get you some," he says walking to the bathroom as I look back down to the plushie.

I did choose the right gift.

I hear stuff shuffling around as he rummages through the cabinet.

I can see my wrapped gift shining as the bathroom light hit it the right way.

I feel the bed dip and turn my head to see that he is back next to me and closer than before. Our faces are so close that we stay there gazing at each other for a moment in the dark.

I try to look away and my eyes are drawn down to a pack of band-aids.

Keeping my composure I reach out for the pack grazing his fingers as mine take a hold of the box.

I can still feel his gaze on me and look back up to his eyes who look glassed over.

I lift the pack to my face covering my mouth and nose and letting him see exactly what I see.

His eyes losses their fog and switches to the box for a split second before they close as he lets out an annoyed groan.

His reaction causes me to let go of the facade and fall into a fit of giggles.

"That is adorable."

He snatches the box back, the spider man pattern full on display.

"My mom was getting back from a business trip and went to a pharmacy. She saw this and told me she thought of me," he tries to justify the existence of the band-aid box.

"That is even cuter."

He groans again opening the pack and taking a single bandage throwing the box back behind him on the nightstand.

"No wait, hey! You don't even give me options?" I say sitting up on my knees and reaching behind him to the box.

I don't notice our faces and chest brushing close to each other as I try to reach the pack with the tip of my fingers.

Nudging it I manage to take a hold of the box and plop back down on the bed emptying the box on the bed and rummaging around the small pile of band-aids.

So many designs, webs, mini spider, and then me, Spider-Man as a cartoon in different heroic positions.

Maybe I should've trademarked myself. Sure monetizing being a hero is wrong but looking deeper into it, a bit of money coming from all those Spider-Man merch could help me a great deal.

The people must realize swinging around doesn't pay the bills.

Meh, they would never be able to send me the money without knowing who I am.

"This one," I say biting my lips to try to tame the big smile plastered on my face.

He looks like he just snapped back into reality and looks at the band-aid I chose.

Tidying up, he smiles as he throws the pack into his nightstand drawer before turning back to me.

His finger brushes against mine as I hand him the band-aid.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asks taking off the protective stripes before approaching the bandage to the edge of my hairline.

"You know, making you miss your party and everything."

"Don't feel too bad, I'd rather be in here than outside," he admits.

"Really? Why?"

At that he gets silent as his fingers mindlessly rub the side of the band-aid to secure it in place.

"Well, it's kinda boring.

"What's boring?"

He lean his arms back on the bed," The parties. I used to like them because I thought I was spending a good time with my friends but," he sigh, "But every year I realize more and more that I'm just a host."

I feel bad, I never noticed.

I know Flash Thompson, or at least I thought I did. I never would've thought he felt alone in a crowd of people.

I don't really know what to say…

But I know what to do.

Standing up I walk to and snatch up my gift from under a small blanket that failed to hide it.

Walking back to the bed I sit and hand him with the gift proudly in my hands.

"Then let's get you back from host to birthday boy," I say with a smile.

His stare switches from me to the gift before he chuckles and roll his eyes, leaning back up taking the present .

He is delicate with the unwrapping, probably to not disturb the semi-silence we are in.

The wrapping now off, he delicately lifts off the lid of the box before smiling. The most genuine smile I've ever seen gracing his face.

He lifts it slowly, almost scared to break it.

"I was struggling to find a gift I liked but then my aunt May was dusting up her dresser and found a box full of pictures from 1st grade and I remembered him," I say pointing to the batman plushy in my hands.

He is silent and analyses it like it is a jewel.

"I didn't know what to get you and then I remembered that you were probably going to invite friends that were gonna get you something way more useful so I decided on something more pretty than handy," I say with an awkward laugh.

He inspects the Spider-man plushy with an adoring look as if he was holding a newborn.

"I love it, thank you."

"Won't be the best gift of the night but at least I know you'll keep him around."

"How would you know that?" he ask a bit cocky.

"It's spider-man, you'd never throw him out."

"Not that, how do you know it won't be the best gift of the night?"

His stare is intense, like he is trying to read me.

"Well," I chuckle trying to make the next statement sound less pathetic, "You've seen your gift table? you probably have many more gifts that'll be more useful and fun."

"Bullshit, you can't know that," he says confidently.

"Flash, I heard McCoy brag about the computer he bought you!" I exclaim, "No one can compete with that!"

"Whatever, McCoy keeps buying me things I already have. The computer? 3rd one he's bought me," he exclaims leaning back on the bed lying on his side, his feet dangling down on the floor.

"Might not be big or expensive but it doesn't mean it's not good," he explains.

I lie down too turning my head to him as I cross my hands on my stomach.

"Like the band-aids."

He chuckles quietly, the coziness of the situation is unexpected. If you had told me just a month ago that I would be lying in a bed with Flash Thompson, I would have had the biggest fits of laughter.

He reaches out to me and secures the band-aid on my forehead once more, the sides of it seemingly getting caught in my baby hair.

"I'm sure a ton of other people bought Spider-man stuff too."

"Yeah but it's only because I always talk about him. You went out of your way to think about your gift, you didn't just get me Spider-man because I like Spider-man," he says grabbing his two plushies.

"Sure, might have been random that you found old pictures from 1st grade, but you remembered and thought about your gift according to that," he says jiggling the Batman plushy before using its arm to nudge my nose.

I chuckle as I snatch the plushy away from my face.

I inspect it once more and this time I try to imagine the story behind every little flaws on the old plush.

I try to compare it to the new one when I make eye contact with him.

He lies there frozen, plushie lying beside him.

I feel like I'm in a bubble, at peace and at the same time caught in a storm.

I see him getting closer, supporting himself with his hand planted on the bed as he approaches me painfully slow.

He's right in front of me, our noses brushing against each other as my eyes closes in instinct and I feel his lips on mine.

My blood boils in my veins and I feel euphoric. I don't get to think much about it or even kiss back before he pulls back.

I don't hear the party anymore, nothing outside of our breathing.

What's the look in his eyes, regret? fear? sadness?

I don't get to find out as a knock on the door throws both of us on our feet.

Strangely enough I feel the desperate need to tug at my clothes and tidy myself up as he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair.

"What is it?" he asks, his question aimed at the door and the one behind it.

"Is everything okay in there?"

It's Ned.

"Huh, yeah, yeah it's all good," Flash answers.

"You sure?"

"Yeah Ned it's all good!" I yell reassuring him.

"Okay. I'm gonna go get you a soda, take your time but don't lie down you can't fall asleep."

I hear his footsteps disappear in the distance leaving us back to the awkward silence.

"I should get back out there. The party can't go on without me now, can it?" he cuts the silence in a joking way along with an awkward laugh.

He turns and stares at me, analyzing me and let his hand rise to my head securing the bandage once more.

He lowers it by his side as he walks to the door, hesitant to open it.

His back is facing me and I pound over it, over our previous conversation.

"Do you hate it here?" I ask anxiously.

"I don't hate it but I do believe this party is not really about me. Like I said I'm more of a host and I just wish that for my birthday I could enjoy my day, you know?" he says shyly as if saying it would make him selfish somehow.

I don't know how to bring it up and I'm afraid my current silence is too long and making him rethink his choice to tell me the truth.

"Do you want to be here?" I ask.

He stays silent but I recognize the glint in his eyes.

I discover that these past few weeks I learned to read Flash Thomson with more ease than ever before.

I wait for him to answer by himself even though I know the answer. I wait him to feel at peace knowing he can be honest with me.

"No not really."

His shoulders drop a bit and I can see the relief that fills him at the confession.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"

He looks at me confused and I interrupt his inner monologue.

"I can't make the day about you but maybe I can save your night and make it all about you."

"I can't leave the party unattended my parents would kill me," he chuckles nervously.

"They don't have to know. It's what? 11? We'll be back before 1 AM."

He contemplates and I can see the hesitation in his eyes being replaced by a dash of confidence.

"Okay let's do this, let's see what you have to offer at night in New York City," he says, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

I can see the excitement in his body, the giddy nature barely concealed by his beaming smile.

Another knock sends Flash swinging the door open to reveal Ned standing there with a can of coke in hand.

"Is Leeds coming?" he asks, sounding mildly inconvenienced.

"Yeah."

"Fine," he says brushing the new information aside unlike Ned who is still standing frozen in the doorway.

Passing right beside him, Flash walks away with determination.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"To get coats. It's summer but the cold is still present not taking any chances Parker," he shouts skipping away.

"What just happened?"

"We're going on an adventure Ned," I say confidently.

Don't hesitate to give me feedback!

A new side of you: Summer evening

#flash thompson x reader #flash thompson imagine #Flash thompson fanfic #spiderman homecoming #spiderman homecoming imagine #spiderman: far from home #flash thompson

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kcrossvine-art · 2 years

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NYEHEHEH! so you may've noticed today that theres 2 recipes featured at once, and that is because today we're doing a 2 for 1 special!!!! Arent you a lucky fella!!!! no youre not. its because both are simple recipes and there wasnt enough to write on if they were separated. Sorry that was really rude of me to get your hopes up. Up on plate today is Bellringer's Reward and October Ale in tandem, coming to you live from the Redwall Cookbook-

(You can find both original recipes at the bottom if you’d like to follow along!)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Bellringer's Reward?” YOU MIGHT ASK

1 rutabaga

4 parsnips

4 carrots

4 potatoes

parsley

vegetable oil

olive oil

salt

pepper

And as to October Ale;

ginger beer OR ginger ale

grape juice

sugar (if ginger beer used)

It has you briefly put the vegetables (except the potato) into boiling water before roasting them in the oven and im not sure why it asks for this? They seemed the same as any other time i roast veggies in the oven, so if anyone can explain the science behind briefly submerging them beforehand i will send you a nice postcard with doodles.

the baked potatoes came out much better than using tinfoil has, so on the flipside the recipe teaches the superfluousness of Big Tinfoils capitalistic greed.

AND, “what do they taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Flavorful flesh, fluffy meat, and refreshing Fluid

Parsnips and rutabaga have good chew

Feels like a wrestling circuit

They send the skirmishers out to make you overconfident

To tire you out

And then they send the old big dudes out to finish you off

The potato skins were some of the tastiest deaths i ever ate

And i slept like a baby after scarfing down 3

The ale is refreshing but it too cannot save you from the claws of vegetable induced sleepy bedtime

Oh to be a little field mouse sleeping in pumpkins

. used white grape juice where grape juice called for .used ginger beer

If you make the ale over a period of more than a few hours, do be aware that the carbonation from the ginger beer is what covers a lot of the grape taste, weirdly enough. It might be too sweet but in the future id like to try replacing the grape juice with apple juice as its more autumn-y.

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SO what's the conclusion on this simple dish?

Yeah its pretty alright man!

Bellringer's Reward

felt a bit confusing due to its simplicity, its just roasting vegetables, yknow? The carrots were undercooked in the end. but id fix that by taking everything else out and leaving them in forrrr, maybe 20 more minutes? Finishing them off by a lil stir fry could also work in the chefs favor here.

October Ale couldve had more stuff put in it to overcomplicate the drink but i really admire the authors ability to restrain themself from adding more things when the bones of it were all thats needed. That can be a hard impulse to deny because as an artist it can feel like stuffs 'missing something' even if its good due to its simplicity. Knowing when to stop editing. Its a skill.

Both dishes tasted excellent. from deciding to make them to having the meal in front of my grubby hands, id say the cooking process took about 2 hours? If you count peeling and chopping times and put the potatoes in the oven first. An hour and a half of that is really just waiting for the potatoes to cook so you can do other tasks during that time. The portion size is pretty good for one person and could last you through 2 of your 3 daily meals.

If i could make a vegetable feel love, i would. Bellringer's Reward gets a 6/10. Every potato deserves a gold star.

And our baby boy darling October Ale gets an 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.). What can i say- im an old school hussy for fizzy drinky.

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Roast Roots:

Salt, to taste

1 small rutabaga (about 8 ounces), peeled and cut into l-by-2-inch pieces

4 medium parsnips (about 8 ounces), peeled and cut into l-by-2-inch pieces

4 medium carrots (about 8 ounces), peeled and cut into l-by-2-inch pieces

2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Pepper, to taste

1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh parsley

Baked Spuds:

4 large potatoes

2 teaspoons olive oil

Salt, to taste

Method (Roast Roots):

Preheat the oven to 375° F. Bring a large pot ofwater to a boil and salt it well. Add the vegetables and cook for 3 minutes, then drain.

Brush a rimmed baking sheet with some of the vegetable oil, add the vegetables, then drizzle the remaining oil over the vegetables and season with salt and pepper.

Bake until the vegetables are golden, about 30 minutes. Sprinkle with the parsley and serve.

Method (Baked Spuds):

Preheat the oven to 400° F. Prick the potatoes all over with a fork. Place them in a roasting pan and drizzle with the olive oil. Sprinkle with salt, then shake the pan to coat the potatoes.

Bake for 90 minutes.

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October Ale:

2 cups ginger beer or ginger ale

1 cup grape juice

1 teaspoon sugar (omit if using ginger ale)

Method (October Ale):

Combine all the ingredients and serve chilled.

#recipes #Cooking recipe #redwall #digital art #cross cooks redwall

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theovergrowth · 4 months

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For the inspo meme — artwork &/or bingo for Titus?

Drawings/Paintings: Just watch “Over The Garden Wall”, I took so many screenshots on my school ipad of that show just to stare at the backgrounds and think about Titus instead of doing homework. Other than that: “The Lament For Icarus”, Jim Jones’ art (not the cult leader, but look up “Jim Jones Utah paintings” and you’ll see some of his stuff), and the little boys and girls my mom would doodle on her grocery lists when I was a kid ❤️

Random Thing: Ok I mentioned this before I think but when I was a kid in Kansas, there was this Christian school like 20 minutes away that was started because some people felt that the church homeschool group they were taking their kids to wasn’t Christian enough for them. That was like, in the 90’s.

I was going to the public school but every once in a while one of the more troublesome or weird kids I hung out with would just disappear. One year they’re in class, then after summer they were gone, their parents now sending them to the Christian school to fix them or whatever.

It did not matter if you had their number because their phones would be taken away. It didn’t matter if you knew where they lived in town, because now they weren’t supposed to talk to you. And then, rarely, they might come back but they were never the same after. They always came back too sad and quiet to be troublesome or weird. Apparently they had a bunch of weird rules about talking to people who were just going to drag you to hell with them. My mom later told me that she had briefly looked into that school when we first moved to Kansas, but their active encouragement of snitching on other kids if you saw them breaking commandments, skipping church, questioning authority, or doing anything the school saw as sinful made her kind of uncomfortable.

I think about that a lot and it’s probably also why I like talking about Titus’ childhood so much lol;; freaky

#( ask. )#justashadetalkative #pardon me i’m dancing for no reason! ( ooc. )#( headcanons. )

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purplecraze · 1 year

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Beauty and the Beast AU 27

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 1:44 AM

Narancia finished his breakfast and got up "Gona start to bag my stuff! You can come when you are done eating and help me moving everything!"

damn a lot of box moving those days

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:11 PM

"hmn.... alright, I'll be there in a little." He continued his breakfast.

Was this really for the best? It felt like a good thing to do, but it somehow also felt wrong..... What if Narancia really liked that room? He didn't want him to feel like he couldn't be there. But like this, he'd have access to all of the rest of the castle as he likes.

And it would also limit the damage he'd cause night in night out...

He went up to the old room of his sibling, checking if it's up to standards to let his dear Narancia stay there.

Th e room was a tad gaudier than Fugo's had been, making his brother's personality shine through. Though Fugo hadn't had a lot of saying in the decor of his own room either

but most of all, it looked out over the dome.

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 10:15 PM

Narancia got there some minutes after, now dressed and with his bag

"Woah, your brother sure likes the color gold uh?"

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:17 PM

"His color and his things." Fugo shrugged. "If you don't like it," which he could imagine. "we can switch some things from the other room."

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 10:19 PM

"Its sure fancy but for tonight it will work, we can move things time to time" he nodded

"Is not that i got attached to the forniture- for now moving my stuff and clothes is enough"

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:20 PM

"It's little trouble, really. Whatever you're most comfortable with."

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 10:21 PM

"Its ok really! Cmon lets do this so i can help you with moving your stuff too"

And left the bag on the nightstand, before going back to the other bedroom

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:24 PM

"mm, I don't really need to move anything. just some clothes."

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 10:26 PM

"Still, i want to help!"

He said, going inaide the room and grabbed another bag, that one filled with clothes, both his old ones and the one fugo gifted to him the first days he got there

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:28 PM

He followed along, but staid at the doorway, not entering the bedroom. "Is that an excuse to rummage through my clothes?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 10:29 PM

"Pff, maybe~?" He snorted "why i should tho...also you can come in- it was your room after all"

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:50 PM

"No reason, I was just joking... you only needed to grab some things, right? Didn't want to bump into you."

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 10:54 PM

"Mh sure" he wore the bag to have more mobility and piled some boxes, as he said before they were full of junk and trinkets he found scooping around the house, and pulled em up in his arms

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:55 PM

"Don't carry all of them, you'll trip;; just put half of them down, I'll take them."

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 10:56 PM

"Sure!" He left half of them in front of the door, he felt like Fugo didnt really wanted to go inside...

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 10:57 PM

Fugo waited until the other had taken sufficient distance, before picking them up, trying to peer into the top box to see what he had all taken along.

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 11:01 PM

It was...mostly junk really. Forks, gears, old candle olders, candles, there was some scrapped paper with some doodles, mostly birds and what looked like a hot air baloon

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 11:01 PM

Fugo tilted his head, a bit confused. "What do you want to do with all of this?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 11:03 PM

"Dunno" he smirked "i just trinked with those when i get bored" ok maybe he had some ideas but the other will had to wait a week or two to see

purplecraze — 09/23/2021 11:46 AM

"mmmm..... well, as long as you don't hurt yourself on them. if there's anything specific you need for them, just ask. there should be some tools on the lower levels."

orange-plane-boy — 09/23/2021 12:44 PM

"Yep i found some stuff!" He chirped taking the boxes in the room

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:31 PM

Fugo followed, after making sure they wouldn't bump into each other in the door. "Will this room be alright for you?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 1:35 PM

He nodded "a room is a room, im not picky, so dont worry Panna...Nh, what about you? Will you be ok in that room? If you want i can come to check you time to time- im not gonna open the door of course"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:36 PM

He averted his eyes. "Yes, it'll be fine. I'll have to find a way to barricade the window, though. I'd probably break my spine if I fall, but who knows."

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 1:37 PM

"Well shit dont jump from the window then" he said, a bit worried "I can handle you having a fever but i have to idea what to do with a broken back"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:39 PM

"Ah yes, and I have perfect control over my body in that state. so I'll have to barricade it."

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 1:40 PM

"Oh tep you are even more dumbass of the usual~" He smirked

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:41 PM

Fugo gave him a bit of an annoyed glare. "I can only describe it as sleepwalking, or something like it."

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 1:42 PM

"I see i see, oh well, maybe is better like this because last night i started to ramble about everything it popped in my mind" he laughed

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:44 PM

"That's a real shame~ I might end up remembering some of it over time, though."

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 1:45 PM

He giggled

"Oh well, really it was nothing important"

Oh yeah, Fugo is gonna remeber how Nara grabbed a pidgeon but not their first kiss uh

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:46 PM

nope~

"fuh..... then tell them to me again sometime~"

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 1:50 PM

"I will i will, but really is silly stuff, i just umh, was worried you were feeling alone, and chatting was the only way to let you know i was there" he scratched his cheek awkardly

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:52 PM

"......" Fugo wanted to say he shouldn't have to go out of his way. but it did mean a lot to him.... and even though he doesn't remember it, he does recall a rather soothing feeling from the night before.

"Just don't take any risks..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 1:57 PM

"Promise...I just wish you wolunt be in so much pain" he sighed "And if chatting with you, even if there is a door between us, helps you, then i can do that"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 1:59 PM

"........." He didn't seem very comfortable with the idea that the other would still hear how disastrous he was. But something was stopping him from declining.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:00 PM

"Oh anyway! Im done here, lets go make pasta!"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:01 PM

"...huh? ah, right. let's do that." he left the room, waiting for him on a distance.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:03 PM

Narancia skipped toward the kitchen like he usually would do, somehow always energetic

He got in the kitchen and grabbed a pot and some other stuff

"Gonna grab the tomatos, could you fill the pot with water meanwhile?"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:05 PM

"Alright. how full?" he waited until Narancia put it down before taking the pot to fill it.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:07 PM

"Uhhh more than half?" He said not really sure "i mean the water is gonna turn into vapor so i better have a bit more than less"

And then grabbed the basket and got back with some tomatos and other veggies

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:08 PM

Fugo filled it as he was told, though at this point he had no idea what it would be used for yet.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:11 PM

Local rich kid never made pasta, loser.

Nara started to wash the veggies, mostly tomatos, onions and carrots, and then cut em, scooping away all the seeds.

For once he was happy that his old house was so tiny that he would spend his days in the kitchen with his mom.

"Can you pass me another pot? Better making the sauce first and then the pasta"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:14 PM

makes you wonder what he survived on by himself for 3 years.

just like when Nara had made jam, Fugo was watching what he was doing very intently, with wonder in his eyes.

"uh..." he looked around and took one about the same size as the one he just filled. "will this do?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:16 PM

"Mh yep!" He turned on the heat and dropped inside the sliced carrots and onions and then the tomatoes

"Now the fun part" he smirked and used to wooden spoon to crush and mush the tomatoes.

"...wanna try?" Asked after a bit

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:20 PM

"alright!" he seemed a bit too eager to help out. though smashing stuff to pulp wasn't what he imagined would be involved in creating dishes.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:22 PM

"When you are done mashing start to stirr it or it will burn!" He said as he grabbed the other pot and placed it on the heat too

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:26 PM

"o-oh, okay." he quickly did so, in fear he'd ruin it if he didn't do so right away.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:28 PM

He checked on him, smiling.

"Yep like that! Sometimes scrape the bottom to make sure there is not anything sticking on"

The whole death curse thing gets less scary when you realize that the other was a dork

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:31 PM

here he is, just a simple teenager, touching cooking utensils for the first time with a bit of a glassy confused look in his eyes.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:33 PM

"You are doing good!" He smiled and as soon the water started to boil he dumped the salt and spaghetti into it

"A couple of minutes and the sauce will be ready! Keep stirr im gonna grab a jar to conserve it! If i take time just turn off the heat!"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:35 PM

Fugo gave a look like he was heavily considering how long 'a couple of minutes' and 'if I take time' is supposed to be, but he nodded.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:37 PM

Hey he had to go to wine room that was a bit away!

He quickly got there and grabbed a new jar. But before entering the kitchen he stopped at the door, hiding himself and looking at the other with a smirk, wanting to see how he handled himself

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:40 PM

the pot with the pasta was doing the foaming thing and it threatened to spill over the edge. young man panicked alone in the kitchen, still stirring.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:51 PM

Pff

"Here i am! sorry i took a bit but its dark in there" he said and lowered the heat of the pasta pot, and stirred with another spoon

"Ah you can turn off the heat of your pot by the way"

purplecraze — 09/24/2021 2:52 PM

"I thought cooking was supposed to be a relaxing hobby..." he complained as he did so.

orange-plane-boy — 09/24/2021 2:55 PM

"Pff it depeends i guess"

He used the wooden spoon to taste the spaghetti

"Mhh, do you like it al dente o we wait another bit?"

purplecraze — 09/25/2021 8:27 AM

"I only have the patience for al dente." seems he was a bit grumpy that it didn't really go his way and he hated acting silly and clumsy like he had.

orange-plane-boy — 09/25/2021 12:43 PM

"Pff fine then"

He drained the water from the pasta and then placed it on a smaller pot. Then grabbed the wooded spoon and added a couple of spoonfull of sauce in it, before giving it a nice stirr

"Aaand now we just need to plate it and its done!"

purplecraze — 09/25/2021 12:49 PM

He leaned to look along to the pot. "It looks good, just kind of messy..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/25/2021 12:51 PM

He nodded "i havent done it in a while and im kinda messy in general" he plated everything and added a couple of basil leaves before sitting down.

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast AU

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soothinglee · 2 years

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SCIENCE HOMEWORK HELP

peter parker(AG) x reader

she/her

please do not steal my work!

there are no warnings.

masterlist

TURNING THE PAGE in her text book, formulas and scribbles coat the page as she try's and remember the chemical makeup of glucose. Each page was decorated with different science terms she didn't dare to remember, always relying on her best friend Peter to tell her when she needed help.

Science wasn't her greatest subject, if anything she would drop out given the chance. She pushed through for Peter to understand his corny puns or when he needed help fixing his jammed up web shooters.

5 minutes past and she grunts out of frustration, Peter turns his head slightly in her direction but keeps his eyes on his own paper writing in a few answers here and there.

"what's the matter?" he mumbles, laying on his stomach.

she looks up at him, her confused face contorts into a surprised one. She lets the pencil fall from her hand. "huh? nothing, nothing." for now she'll just skip the question and come back to another time. Or a later date.

"no," he drags out, putting his pencil under the sentence he left off on so he wouldn't lose his spot. He gets up slightly and swings his legs under his chest so he could be sitting on his butt. "you've been staring at your textbook for the past-" he looks up at the clock on your wall, it reads 9:40 "20 minutes."

she give him a sheepish smile and looks away, "oh."

"yeah 'oh'" he mocks pushing aside his own text book to make room for hers in his lap. "now what's up? is there a word you don't know? a formula not stated in these shitty books." He moves his hands while he talks, something y/n took notice of the last time he helped her.

she smiles at him lightly watching as he try's to grab her paper that was left discarded on the bed. She swats his hand away and takes the text book from his lap. "none of the above, I just got distracted."

He stares at her as she picks up her pencil again just to doodle aimlessly on the 40 year old, yellow paged book.

"oh boy," he shakes his head and snatches the book, paper and pencil from your hands.

"hey!"

"here's what we are gonna do," he starts, twirling your pencil between his fingers, he goes back to the first chapter of the book called 'INTRODUCTION TO SCIENCE'. "you are going to look at the sheet and tell me what you are having trouble on. I am going to help you. we both know you suck at science-"

she gives him a offended look.

"it's the truth!" he counters and hands her the paper "we both know you suck at science so, you tell me what and I'll say the answer."

"and how will this help me learn?" she asks going through the paper and starring the ones that confused her.

"it won't." he states bluntly moving a strand of hair out of his eyes.

she gives him a pointed look this time out of the corner of her eye.

"but," he continues dog earing random pages "the faster we get through this the faster we can watch the Star Wars movies."

she sighs "fine," she says reluctantly which causes Peter to cheer. "okay, one of the questions I starred was number 14," she pauses and re-reads the question. "uh, 'what is the chemical name of glucose.'"

"C₆H₁₂O₆" he responds without looking at the book, just continuing to dog ear the pages.

she write it down and erases the star next to the number. "thank you, number 17, 'what is is the melting point of glucose?'"

"146 degrees Celsius."

"peter, what. how are you even responding so quickly. you're not even giving yourself time to flip the pages!" she stops writing and throw down the pencil.

he shrugs his shoulders and bites his nails. "I don't need to, I already know it by heart."

she stares at him with her mouth open, he leans over and shuts it with his free hand. "how?"

he shrugs again "my friend back in middle school had diabetes and when I found out I wanted to do research. ended up spending 3 days looking up what 'glucose' was." he giggles slightly at the memory.

she giggles with him "you are such a idiot."

"yeah," he watches as you pick up the pencil and write in the answer "a smart idiot."

"oh whatever." you finally get a good look at him for the first time since he came over, he was tired, bags under his eyes and shoulders drooping. yet he still took the time to help you with homework and notice you needed help. "lets just finish up here."

silently, she was grateful.

but she would never tell him that.

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sapphicscholar · 2 years

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i just need more director sanvers. if you're still taking requests, the triad meeting through a book club?

Sure thing! For the last of the requests I received, here we go! (And as a heads up, I went full AU meet cute here with grad student Maggie, bookstore employee Lucy, and newly out Alex, so think mid-20s or so for ages)

Really, Maggie should have known better than to think that a lesbian bookclub would be any better than a straight one. Sure, this one is slightly better in that she's fairly certain most people have read the book. Or at least they've watched Carol and are pretending it's the same thing as having read The Price of Salt. But it's still just a group of women sitting around and not talking about the fucking book. At least not in any of the ways Maggie cares about.

Maggie wants to talk about the narrative arc, the way temporality gets torqued around Therese, what it means that this queer, queer book's road chase scene inspired Nabokov, how the weight of certain scenes changed from the book to the film (and why didn't Carol get to have a loaded gun in the film, huh?).

Everyone else wants to talk about feelings. Not even the characters's; no, their own.

Maggie tunes back in to hear some other 20-something bitching about Highsmith because the plot "feels unrealistic." Apparently it's not "good writing" to have a character fall in love so quickly because she has never personally felt anything like infatuation at a checkout counter.

Doodling in the corner of her notebook, Maggie finds herself sketching out big block letters: I HATE THIS. Again and again and again.

After a few minutes, she hears a snort of laughter from beside her and looks over to find a rather attractive woman about her age glancing down at her notebook. After an initial surge of annoyance, Maggie scrawls out a brief: "Sorry."

The woman shrugs. Maggie thinks that's the end of it. At least until she hears a quiet shuffling beside her, then finds the woman snatching a pen right out of the hand of the blonde sitting next to her. The blonde looks more than a little affronted.

The woman spins Maggie's notebook toward herself, and Maggie would be royally pissed if she wasn't so intrigued. (As it stands, she's just a regular amount of annoyed.)

"Don't be." The handwriting is a sloppy scrawl, and Maggie's deeply glad to have done enough archival work that she can read anyone's writing at this point. "I didn't really think this would be an hour of hearing people debate whether you can fall in love at a department store."

Maggie snorts loudly enough to draw the attention of everyone around her, and it's a testament to the years she's spent honing her passive listening skills during seminars full of theory bros enjoying an intellectual circle jerk that she's able to pipe up like she'd been intending to contribute to the conversation all along. She gives a vague nod of acknowledgment to the ongoing conversation, then tries to segue from the time element of the infatuation question that is, apparently, so open to debate, to the discussion questions she'd written out before coming about queer temporality. (Other than a conciliatory little, "Interesting!" from one of the attendees, no one engages, and Maggie goes back to doodling.)

A minute later, a freckled left hand drops down in the middle of her notebook again, and a barely legible, "Your point sounded cool," appears down the margins of her page.

"Shame no one else thought so," Maggie writes. She can't quite shake the feeling that she's back in grade school passing notes during the good years before all anyone wanted to talk about was boys.

"Alex," the blonde woman hisses, "give me back my pen!"

"I'm using it," Alex grumbles, clutching more tightly to it, only to have her fingers pried back one at a time in what looks like a familiar ritual, if the way Alex immediately throws her other hand around the top of the pen is any indication.

"Ladies." The tone is sharp, and both Alex and the blonde woman sit back in their seats, looking slightly and thoroughly chastised, respectively.

Maggie drops her own pen in front of Alex a moment later, and Alex shoots her a grin.

"Sorry. Kara didn't bring enough to share with the class," Alex writes.

Maggie snorts and steals the pen back. "Your gf?"

"Ew," Alex says aloud, earning another set of glares from the room that she resolutely ignores. She does shift back to the written word, though, taking the pen from Maggie's outstretched hand and scrawling, "Sister."

They go back and forth for a while, writing notes about the novel and the other book club members until a bookstore employee appears behind them, laying a hand on both of their shoulders and leaning in close. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you both to leave the book club table."

Maggie can feel her cheeks warm, and Alex swallows heavily.

It's only once they've been led out to the cafe area that the woman--Lucy, according to her name tag--lets out a loud laugh that transforms into a full on cackle. "Sorry," she wheezes between snorts of laughter, shaking her head and looking not at all apologetic. "I've just never seen anyone get kicked out of book club before."

"Yeah, well," Maggie shrugs. "Guess you can't pass notes during book club. Not like we were even talking about the book..."

"Yeah, and if we weren't gonna talk about the book, pop culture led me to believe there would be a lot more wine," Alex chimes in.

Lucy grins. "Hate to break it to you both, but there's a lot of feelings talk and no wine here. Unless you smuggle it in yourself. But I wouldn't encourage it. I think it's probably a two strikes kinda book club. One if you're bad enough," she adds with a wink.

"Oh?" Maggie lifts an eyebrow.

"Turns out it's in really bad form to hit on the organizer's girlfriend."

Alex lets out a bark of shocked laughter.

Lucy holds two hands in the air. "It's not like she was wearing a nametag that said, 'Callie's girlfriend; do not engage.'"

"Some real L Word level shit here," Maggie says.

"We might have some aspiring Jennies in there, too. Who knows? There may just be a sequel to Thus Spoke Sarah Schuster being typed out right in my cafe." Alex glances between them as they laugh, and Lucy raises her eyebrows at Alex. "Never seen it?"

Alex shakes her head. "Kind of, um, new to all this."

"Oh. Well, welcome," Maggie says. "We have Subarus and good coffee and shitty book clubs."

"And some truly terrible television," Lucy adds.

"Yeah, that. It's better to get all your gay friends together to watch with drinks or something. Makes it a little less sad."

Lucy nods sagely.

"I guess I probably just ruined my chances of turning any of them into my new gay Central Perk gang, huh?" Alex asks, gesturing in the vague direction of the book club table.

"Probably," Maggie sighs.

"But hey," Lucy says, "you've got two queer women standing right next to you. Play your cards right, and maybe I'll give you my number when my shift ends in"--she glances up at the clock--"half an hour."

Alex's cheeks pink, and Maggie wonders if she's just managed to become a third wheel to a very attractive relationship in the making.

But then Lucy nudges Maggie. "Offer goes for you, too, you know? Just because you've already seen it doesn't mean you can't help me indoctrinate a new baby gay, am I right?"

Maggie manages a small smile. "Only if I wouldn't be intruding."

"No!" Alex's voice cracks on the word, and she bites her lower lip and wrinkles her nose at the sound. "No, I mean, it'd be fun to have you there, too."

Lucy nods and turns on her heels, pausing only briefly to toss over her shoulder. "You know, I always said that the show coulda solved a lot of its problems by letting Shane be poly. Food for thought..."

#ask me anything #director sanvers #book club au #fanfic #supergirl #alex x maggie x lucy #meet cute #well this got longer than intended. oops.#is this based on personal experience?? you betcha!

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remosdeerica · 3 years

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Ho, boy. I've been writing some pretty depressing stuff lately so imma cleanse my pallet with some DamiJon HCs that you all may enjoy at your leisure.

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(Jon and Damian are around their early 20s for most if not all of these- and they're most likely retired because cottage-core vigilante veterans was something I didn't realize I needed)

-Jon: 6'3, built like a brick shithouse, beard that gives him some serious lumberjack vibes (because my Canadian soul demands it)

-Damian: 6', more on the slim side (but he still stronk), long hair, peirced ears, elegant goth vibes one minute, comfy animal lover vibes the next.

-Damian is the morning person and Jon is the night owl.

Damian was raised to rise vary early while living/training with Thalia and enjoys watching the sunrise. And since he's retired, he had no reason to stay up till 3am patrolling or working cases.

Jon mostly just likes to sleep in. But he also struggles with pretty bad night terrors and finds it easier to sleep when it's light out.

-Jon is usually the one who cooks. He finds it relaxing.

Damian can cook (Alfred made sure of it) he just doesn't really like doing it. He prefers cleaning up afterwards.

-Damian loves gardening. Jon loves napping under tress with their various pets while he gardens.

-Jon loves playing with Damian's hair. To the extent that he even started watching YouTube tutorials on hair styling so he could have more fun with it.

-Damian likes drawing/painting on Jon. Most times he's satisfied with just doodling on his arms but every once and a while he'll get an idea and sit Jon down so he can paint his entire upper body. During this time Jon likes to nap. (The man is tired, okay? Trauma really takes it outta you)

-Damian has a major sweet-tooth that he refuses to acknowledge (especially in front of other people) so often times when he and Jon go out for coffee or something Jon will pretend to order the excessively sweet drinks for himself and a black coffee for Damian and will switch them when no one is looking.

-To everyone's surprise the couple is super into PDA. They're always cuddling or holding hands or even just leaning against each other.

They are also almost certainly that couple. You know, the type of couple that if you can't find then in a crowd chances are they're making out in a corner somewhere? Sometime's even in full view of everyone? Yeah, that's them.

They enjoy their intimimacy and if you happen to stumble upon them in a compromising position that's your own fault

Tim has wanted to pore bleach in his eyes on more than one occasion for that very reason.

-They flirt one of 2 ways while in public/around others: insults or innuendos. The sweet nothings are saved for their more private moments.

-Which one is more possessive? One would assume it's Damian, but no. Jon is actually the more possessive of the two.

Damian has his moments of course, but Jon sometimes gets caveman levels of possessive. Glaring daggers at anyone who even hints and being interesting in his boyfriend and making sure that his arm is wrapped around him when people are looking so that they know to back off.

For the most part it's harmless. And Damain thinks it's cute (and kinda hot). But Jon often has to remind himself that Damian is a person not an object and that he has no actual claim over him.

Even though every time he sees someone else touching him he wants to rip their arms out of their sockets.

Many people think this is just another thing about Jon that changed after he was lost in time, but actually he's been pretty possessive since he was a child. His bright personality just made it harder to see or people thought it was cute.

In fact, once while they were going to middle school together, Jon sabotaged a girls confession to Damian by finding all the love letters she had left him and throwing them away. He felt pretty guilty about it at the time but not enough to stop from doing similar things throughout their time at school.

As an adult Jon is more aware of how destructive and controlling that kind of behaviour can be and tries to keep his more possessive nature at bay.

-Their pet names for each other:

Jon: Baby, Dames, Honey, Hot stuff, Sweetheart [in bed ;) ], and once he called Damian "Darlin'" country twang and all. Damian hated it (he loved it).

Damian: Beloved, Habibi, My Love, Corn Cob, Farm Boy, Caveman, Brut, Idiot (you get the idea).

#I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND #They soft but also fucked up and I love that #damijon #dark ish jon #damian wayne #jon kent #dc comics #damian has long hair when he's older fight me #my jon kent

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hacked-by-jake · 3 years

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New Life

Summary: Finally you will move to Duskwood and start a new life. A moving with the help of the chaotic Duskwood Squad and a shamed hacker with the wrong moving box, can it be more beautiful?

Pairing: Group & Fem!MC x Jake

Words: 4,4 k

A/n: Welcome to this OneShot. After a long time something of my own. I dreamed about it and so the idea came. So I hope you’ll like it and have fun. Excuse the mistakes etc etc etc.

Take care and stay healthy! Much love.❤️

4 a.m.

"Shit" you hiss annoyed and look at the stain of coffee on the floor, which was sweped in your haste over the edge of the cup, "My poor coffee".

Because of sorrow you forgot again why you even walked to the door.

You want to make your way to get a cloth when it rings again, "Oh right" you shake your head over your forgetfulness. It’s just too early for you.

Quickly you open the door to your apartment and look in two radiant faces belonging to Dan and Richy, your heroes of the day.

"Good morning" both say at the same time and you would just like to crawl back into bed.

"Good morning guys, come in. Careful not to step on the coffee, he did not deserve it"

Hectically you put your cup next to the door on the small dresser to go to the kitchen and get something to wipe away.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Dan asks you as you come back with quick steps.

"You look tired, haven’t you slept?" Richy asks, grinning, you shake your head.

"Only about half an hour and that was an accident. I didn’t want to sleep," you explain.

"Why?" Richy looks around the almost empty apartment. All that’s left are only the biggest furniture you’ll be taking with you and a lot of moving boxes.

"I had to pack so much stuff and besides I was really excited. Do any of you want coffee? I made more, and I left two more cups outside." You’re offering.

The eyes of both men grow big,"I certainly don’t say no to coffee," Richy jokes and follows you into the kitchen.

"Just take what you need. I still have to pack the rest of my clothes and the stuff from the bathroom" You already ran off only to then make a 180 degree turn, "My cup" you mumble and grab it.

"MC, let’s take it easy, we have all the time in the world," Dan rebukes you and you sighing.

"I’m sorry, I’m probably more excited than I thought," you apologize and drop into the chair at your kitchen table.

"This is normal. You don’t move to a completely strange and creepy city every day," Richy throws in and immediately gets a nasty look from Dan.

"Are you serious?" he asks, "You’re not making it better!"

Richy looks embarrassed in your a little desperate face, "But for that, this will be the coolest time of your life!" he tries to save the situation, "Hey, think about it, the Duskwood Squad is finally completely united in a few hours!"

The prospect of the time you are about to be with your friends, and that always without having to go home, also makes you smile like the two men

"But it’s about time, Shorty, we miss you at our place.

A visit every few months is simply not enough, or just for one night over the weekend. You should have seen the girls the last days, there was no rest"

Dan finds just the right words to calm you down. You’ve waited so long to move to Duskwood, and now it’s finally time. A new phase in your life with a group of good friends that you met during a worst-case similar situation.

Since then, there hasn’t been a day when you haven’t written or spoken on the phone. You’ve played so much Doodle Splash to pass the time for your next visit that you feel like you’ve painted more than Picasso ever did

"You are right! " you agree resolutely, "time for the best time of my life! "

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"I actually thought you had a few less things," Richy stands breathless in your apartment door. Of course, the big things, like your couch, your bed and your desk, were brought into the truck first which Richy borrowed from a friend company for removals.

And now for about 20 minutes you’ve been carrying one box after the other downwards to store it. In between, even one of your neighbors came to help, who actually wanted to go to work but still had a few minutes.

"That’s because the boxes are too small," you joke, and Richy looks at you with a look that clearly says 'You don’t believe that yourself'.

Defending you raise your hands and push with your foot another box over to him, which he can bring down.

About 10 minutes later, in which you had to take out all the boxes again, and put them back in, you put down the last box in your hallway. Behind you, Dan and Richy come up the stairs as you pull the little key to your former apartment out of your pocket and sigh.

"Finish!" Richy cheers and puts an arm around your shoulders, "Are you ready?" Dan asks you and you nod. A little sad, you put the key in the keyhole one last time and lock up.

Dan takes the last box from you and you go down the stairs together. You throw the key into the mailbox as agreed with your landlord and turn around one last time.

Determined not to be sad or rather melancholic, you climb forward into the truck behind Richy while Dan closes the big cargo hatch.

He himself gets into the driver’s seat.

"Let’s go into your new life" he announces solemnly as he starts the engine.

"Into a new life"

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"I wanna be the very best!

Like no one ever was!

To catch them is my real test

To train them is my cause" you all shout the theme music of Pokémon.

Richy has turned on his playlist where all the songs you can only imagine are. You’ve been driving for about an hour and a half.

"POKÉMON!" Richy screams and throws his hand into the air.

"Don’t shout!" Dan grumbles and gives him a annoyed look, "You just screamed too!" the mechanic defends himself and twists his eyes. "I need another coffee, I’m driving to the next rest stop, otherwise I won’t make it for the next two hours," says Dan and you agree.

At the gas station you get yourself a new coffee and a snack. Actually 3 hours are not so much driving, but with the grumpy Dan and the lively Richy, who are two clowns at the same time, it can be exhausting.

After you get back to the truck, and this time Richy drives on, you actually managed to fall asleep after half an hour.

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"Wake up, Shorty" you hear the voice of the bearded man far away, "We are almost there," he explains and you open your eyes. You need a short moment to realize where you are and what’s going on, but then you straighten up. Your head was lying on Dan’s shoulder.

"Sorry" you mumble and stretch as much as possible with so little space." It’s fine. I almost slept myself" he waves off and you just nod. No wonder, the two boys also left at 1 a.m., to be with you in time.

In fact, you can already see that you will reach the entrance of Duskwood in about 5 minutes. You’ve been driving this way so many times, you know the way around, like in your own hometown.

"I’m so glad I don’t have to drive any further," Richy whines and drums with his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that sounds quietly from the radio.

"When the truck is empty, you have to bring it back" Dan reminds him. Without going into the mocking comment, the mechanic turns the radio a little louder.

When the sign 'Welcome to Duskwood' appears in your sight, you start to grin broadly. Nervously you slide back and forth on the seat and bite your lower lip.

Richy crosses the border into the small town with secrets you still have learned to love.

"Welcome to Duskwood" Richy congratulates you and you happily clap your hands.

Welcome new life.

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When you turn into the street where your apartment is, very close to Jessy’s, you almost jump up from your seat. Just the seatbelt holds you back when you see the rest of the group standing outside the door: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly and Hannah.

All 5 wave wildly and Richy pushes twice on the horn to greet. As far as the side of the road goes, Richy stops the truck and you quickly unbuckle yourself. You rip the door, and without using the stairs, you jump out of the car, "Leave the door where it belongs!" you hear Richy shout, but you’ve been on your way down for a long time.

"Hello" calls all of you in a choir as a tight and not quite gentle hug with the 4 girls takes place. All at the same time you fall into each other’s arms. Compliments are exchanged and joy about the move announced.

"You pretend you haven’t seen each other for four years!" you hear Richy laugh and roll his eyes. "That’s how it feels," Hannah chuckles next to you.

"Hello MC" Thomas shouts amused and you stretch an arm in the air and waves in an indefinite direction, "Hello Thomas, I don’t know where you stand but HI!"

After you finally broke up from each other, Hannah holds out your new front door key that she kept for you. She was the one who looked for apartments for you on the spot when you couldn’t be here. She took over the visits and took pictures. If it was possible, she took you with her through a video call.

"Congratulations MC, welcome to the family" she smiles.

"Thank you folks, it’s so nice to finally be here!"

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After you have arrived correctly and you have looked at your apartment once again in empty state, you have started to bring everything into the apartment. Now, of course, things are moving much faster with more people.

You’ve built up in the stairwell to the second floor: Dan, Richy, Thomas, Cleo, Lilly, Jessy, Hannah and you.

In a row your carton reaches from person to person and quickly most of it is done. From your apartment comes music that you run via a Bluetooth speaker. Fortunately, you have labeled everything so that after all the boxes are in your apartment, you only have to push them into the right rooms. And then the big things come.

The three of them, Thomas Richy and Dan carry the sofa upstairs.

You just stand by with a slightly nervous face and hope no one gets hurt.

"You have to be careful! The sofa is tipping!" Dan shouts loudly as Richy tries another handle.

"I know! But I don’t want this thing to fall on my foot," Richy hisses. Thomas, who supports the side, only twists his eyes.

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All the important parts are now in your apartment. Now, the truck is empty and ready to be brought back.

"Okay, I’ll bring the truck away, and you start here. I’ll come back when you’re done and I can get the beer I earned," Richy jokes as he takes the key off the kitchen table.

"You get nothing" you call laughing after him, "Oh wait until the man Without Face learns of your sin. To deny a working man his beer is bad!"

Laughing, you shake your head, "I’m waiting for the next new moon."

"How can you always joke about it?" Jessy asks without understanding.

"Well, that’s just relief," you explain and smile at her calmly.

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4 hours, a lot of laughter, bad jokes, quarrels and almost broken furniture later, the most important is on the right place. The bed is built up and ready for the first night in the new apartment, in your new life.

"How’s your thumb, Richy?" Ask the sulking mechanic carefully.

"All right, I can take a lot, I’ll survive," he calms you down and presses the cooling pad more firmly on his finger.

A lot went wrong trying to build your wardrobe. Someone had forgotten a screw when the ceiling was mounted.

The moment Richy tried to hit a nail with a hammer in the lower area, the ceiling came loose and fell down.

Both side walls of the cabinet fell into each other, and Richy accidentally punched hit his thumb. For a few seconds you were all just staring at each other and then laughing. Fortunately, Richy’s injury wasn’t that bad, but you gave him something to cool down with.

And now almost everything is ready. There are only a few boxes missing, but you will take over yourself." Thanks for your great help, guys! Many thanks to Richy and Dan who picked me up and drove so long. And of course, thank you all so much for helping me here!"

You’re all sitting around the table in your living room. You’re sitting next to Jessy on the floor while everyone else is comfortable on the sofa and armchair.

"And again, for the thousandth time today; Welcome to Duskwood MC" Hannah cheers and keeps her beer up. All together you toast.

"I’m so tired," Dan mutters, sipping his drink." Oh yes, so am I," joins Richy and you nod.

"But it was worth it" Lilly smiles and looks around, "And as soon as it’s done, it can only be great!"

"Perfect!" Hannah improves her sister.

"Indescribable" agrees Jessy.

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"See you guys tomorrow!" you call after the group and close the door.

Just a short and quiet moment you close your eyes exhausted. Preferably you just want to go to bed, but first you still want to unpack a little more.

The sound that tells you that you have received a message pulls you out of your mind.

You pull out your phone and smile when you see that it is Jake who wrote to you.

Jake: Hello, MC.

Jake: How did the move go?

MC: Hi, Jake. Pretty good, I’d say, exhausting and stressful, but good.

Jake: Have you finished?

MC: No, not quite, I do the rest myself, the others have done enough.

Jake: Do you like the apartment?

You grin, he has improved his skills for small talk since you met and Hannah return.

MC: Yes, it’s really nice, do you want to come? You can look around.

Hopeful you stare at the screen. It would be really nice to see Jake today.

What this is between you, you don’t know for sure, sometimes it goes ahead and sometimes back. You’ve seen each other a few times since Hannah was rescued. Mostly here in Duskwood.

After a difficult time between the three siblings and still the problem with Jake’s pursuers, everything has improved.

However he did it, he managed to turn all the tracks that linked him to the suspicion so that they no longer point to him. He is still very careful and occasionally travels from town to town for a few weeks but most of the time he is in Duskwood. This is where you first met.

After the first conversation between Hannah, Lilly and Jake and a lot of explanations, the hacker decided to take an apartment here to catch up the time with his sisters. Since then, he has also become a little more open and better in interpersonal relationships.

At some point he was in the vicinity of your old place of residence and then it happened that you have a day to drink coffee. And the next day in your apartment. The beginnings were sometimes a little difficult because of him because he really didn’t talk much, but after some time it became really nice. There was even a kiss. Your first kiss together.

It was on your balcony and it was at night, under the stars. But since then, not much exciting has happened, unfortunately.

Jake: I think I’d just bother you unpacking.

MC: Bullshit, of course not, I could use a little quieter company after the whole group was there :)

Jake: Don’t you want to go to sleep soon? You must be tired.

MC: Jake, don’t make excuses, if you don’t want to, you can just say no, that’s not bad for me. But I promise I’d be happy if you were here.

You watch him start writing and then delete the message.

Jake: I’m on my way :)

Without answering his message, you close your phone and stare at the bare wall facing you for seconds.

Then you can’t stop yourself from doing a little joy dance, "Yess!" you hisses and grins all over your face.

Jake won’t be long before he gets here, so you decide to clean up the empty bottles and candy that are still on the table.

Although it’s only about 10 minutes to wait, it feels like a half an eternity until it finally rings.

Before you open the door, shake all your limbs to loosen up and clear your throat.

Then you open the door.

The hacker, dressed in black as always, stands with a slight smile in your hallway, "Hello MC" he greets you with his melodic voice.

Immediately you get very warm and you try to keep your own smile small, "Hi Jake. Come in" you walk to the side to let him in.

Jake actually knows your apartment already.

Officially, you don’t know anything about this. But off the record, Hannah told you.

You couldn’t handle the handover of the apartment yourself, so Hannah did it for you, and Jake was with her. He had only told her that he was bored and wanted to come along, but when he looked around and said some things like, "MC has enough space here" and "This will be a good place for her" she realized that he just came to make sure the place was nice enough for you.

Nevertheless, he now curiously lets his gaze wander through the now filled apartment.

"When it is done, it will look really nice" he confirms after you have shown him everything, as well as explained the room layout.

"Yes, I think so," you agree and smile.

"What are you going to do next?" he asks, pointing to the boxes in which your clothes are still to be cleared into the closet.

"That’s exactly what" you answer and kick one of the boxes, "You can sit on the bed if you want, while I unpack," you are proposing and tear the tape off the cardboard.

"I can help you if you don’t mind," he offers and you nod, "Sure, if you want"

Cleaning up with the group was really fun, but now with Jake, it’s beautiful. The atmosphere is calm, not stressful or a mess. You talk about everything that comes to mind while Jake keeps holding clothes in front of your face so you can tell him where it belongs.

Two boxes are already empty. In your second one there is still a little bit inside and Jake is also on his way to get a new one. You watch him as he opens the box, only to close it again immediately afterwards. His cheeks turn pure red and his eyes squint nervously at you, "Uhm, I think I’ll take the box first" he mumbles and you can hear the trembling in his voice only too well.

"Why? What’s going on?" you wonder about his reaction.

"Nothing at all, everything okay, here’s another one" he scratches nervously in the neck and does not look at you when talking.

Skeptically you walk over to the box to take a look inside. When you open it, you quickly realize the reason for his shamed behavior.

Your underwear. You decide not to say anything to make it even more unpleasant for him, but you cannot hide the smile on your lips.

For the next few minutes, it’s quiet until it rings at your door. You look at your watch in wonder. It’s just before 9, and you’re not expecting anyone today.

"Be right back," you inform Jake, "And keep your hands off my underwear," as you disappear out the door, you can see him raising his head in a flash, staring at you with big eyes. Laughing you open the door, "Phil?" you ask surprised when you see Jessy’s brother standing there. Phil has also become a good friend of yours, you visited Aurora as a group several times when you were here.

"Hi MC" he greets you, "I hope I’m not interrupting? I actually have to leave right away again, the Aurora is crowded today.I just wanted to stop by and greet you in Duskwood and congratulate you on your move" he smiles his typical charming smile as you hug briefly, "Thanks Phil" you nod grateful. He separates from you and then does not joyfully pull up an eyebrow, he looks behind you and you turn around as well. Jake is standing in the living room and has the same annoyed look as Phil on his face.

"Have fun, you two," Phil grins a little cocky and puts his arms around you again, just quick.

As he disappears down the stairs, he still calls, "We have to do something together in the next few days."

You slowly close the door and turn around with a wide grin to Jake, who still looks dark at the door. Yeah, that Phil and Jake don’t like each other hasn’t changed. On the contrary.

Jake finds Phil is the most unsympathetic person in the world, and Phil thinks he’s better for you than Jake is.

When Jake frees himself from his rigidity, his attention falls on you. You bite your lower lips and put a hand in front your mouth to stop your next words. Even the hacker seems to know what is going on and looks warn, "Don’t say it"

Innocently you raise your eyebrows, "What? I don’t know what you mean, do you mean? -"

"Stop" Jake stops you and heads back to the bedroom.

"What? Shouldn’t I say that you-"

"MC" he threatens.

"Are you jealous?" it bursts out of you and groaning Jake drops his head in the neck, "You really need to say this, don’t you?"

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After you keep teasing Jake with it, you decided to stop for today. You two ordered a pizza and a drink, because you don’t have much here, except for the beer Hannah bought.

You had the TV running quietly but didn’t pay attention to it. Jake asked you what your wishes and hopes are in for your new life, and you talked about the time with the Man Without a Face. Until now, you’ve only talked to him about it. Just a little bit with Hannah but somehow you’re still not ready to deal with all this. The occasional jokes about it will help you soothe your thoughts a little.

During your conversation, you accidentally fell asleep. The hacker didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to leave without saying anything. After watching you for 20 minutes and thinking about your relationship, he felt weird just looking at you while you're sleeping. So he decided to leave.

However, you seem to have noticed this immediately because the moment he opens the door, your eyes open.

"Wait" you stop him and he looks at you frightened, "If you leave now while I sleep, then I feel like I was a one night stand," you joke and and he grins.

"You’re much more than that," he replies quietly. You raising your upper body, and a little shy, stroking the fluffy pillow on your couch.

"Can you.. can you stay, Jake?" Your voice is quiet, tired and a little nervous, "I feel uncomfortable being here alone the first night," you admit. You had this feeling the first time while you built up the bed. Even though the Man without a face is in prison and you’re safe, you still have this unpleasant ulterior motive.

He seems to think about, but without you telling him, he understands what you’re worried about.

"All right" he sighs and closes the door again.

"You can sleep in the bed, I’ll take the couch," you say and get up to get a blanket and a pillow.

"No, the other way around. You should sleep in your bed, your day was exhausting and you need to rest"

Before this discussion can be extended, you decide to make a short process, "Okay, you have two options now. Either you sleep with me in bed, or we both sleep on the couch. 'Cause I’m not gonna ask you to stay here for me, and then let you sleep there!"

The hacker stops briefly, turns slightly red but then grins, "I don’t have a chance anyway, do I?" he asks.

You shake your head, "Not without a war"

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Luckily, you are in possession of a much too large sweatpants which fits him only narrowly, but fits.

The room is dark and it is completely quiet in the whole apartment. You try to be inconspicuous, and slide a bit towards him. You know he’s not asleep yet, and when he doesn’t try to stop you, you get a whole lot closer.

You hear Jake lifting the blanket, the invitation to come to him entirely.You don’t take your time but slide so close that you can put your head on his chest and he puts an arm around you. Immediately its beautiful smell envelops you and your pulse accelerates many times. Even his heart you hear racing what makes you smile.

"Do you know how many times I dreamed about it?" he whispers into the darkness and your heart makes a leap, "No, but if it was only half as often as I did, then I can imagine it," you answer and a quiet laugh vibrates in his chest.

"Good night, MC, see you tomorrow"

"Good night, Jake," you whisper, and then you feel his lips flapping softly over your forehead, just a touch, like a breeze. But for you, it means the world.

Welcome new life, you mean well with me.

❤️🎭🌹

Masterlist

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood group #everbyte #everbyte studios

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circethegoblin · 3 years

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STAYING ALIVE MASTERPOST, FROM A BROKE TEEN WITH ADHD

here you go. some down to earth tips on how to not die metally nor physically.

tired of those "drink three liters of water everyday uwu" and "wake up at 5 am" and "buy a bath bomb and a fec mask and some other things you don't have the money for" shit? i'm here for ya.

1. NOT DYING

eat at least three meals a day, one of which m u s t be warm and above 300 kcal (it can be istant ramen with an egg added if you have to)

you technically should shower everyday, but we know how it is. A change of clothes is sometimes enough.

DRY SHAMPOO AND BABY WIPES!!!

keep bottles with water everywhere. On your desk, near that spot on the floor you always end up sitting on, near your bed, basically whenever you know you spend a lot of time. No need to get up and go to the kitchen will help. Obviously change the water in the bottles as often as you can.

Get some form of physical activity. It doesn't have to be much, you can for example replace scrolling on tiktok by walking around your room and scrolling on tiktok! Brilliant, isn't it? Obviously, running or doing those 10 minutes workouts from youtube is better, but you are still getting like an hour of walking.

Buy blankets. Steal blankets. Summon blankets from other dimensions. Just make sure you have a lot of warm, soft blankets in your house. You will thank me when you won't have the anergy to wash your sheets (just take them off and throw some blankets on your bed), or when the power goes out.

If you have pets, ALWAYS keep spare food that'll last for a week for them.

things to always have in the kitchen: milk, eggs, flour, rice, pasta, yeast, cheese, oil, a leafy vegetable, onions, tomatoes, apples, patatoes, some flavourful sauce, sugar, salt, spices and an emergency chocolate bar. You can make a lot of food with those. Just make sure you won't eat the chocolate too fast.

Have a lot of spare batteries. A lot.

Get urself a flashlight, a lighter, and a pocket knife.

Remember the apples? eat one a day. if you don't like apples or you can't eat them for any other reason, you can take a kiwi, banana, orange, basically something that will give you vitamins and non processed sugar.

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

drugs from that one guy around the corner = very bad time

2. NOT DYING INSIDE

Open the damn window.

Don't watch so many commentary videos. You are probably not even checking the sources, so you can easily make unjust judgement, and like. did you even hear of half of those people before?

make a discord server just for yourself. get into the habit of writing little things that happened to you there. rant about the fanfics you read. or the movies. vent there if you don't have anyone you can vent to. write your ideas there, write e v e r y t h i n g. make a section for passwords, for quick ideas, for your to do lists. you won't lose it as you do with sticky notes or notebooks. there is no risk anyone will see it. oh, and when you'll have a strong impulse to tell emily that you hate her? write that message in your private server and list all ur arguments. look at tat the next day and decide if you really mean that.

life sucks. come to peace with it.

cuddle ur pets if you have them

1 hour a day without a lot of sensory input. if you have to, reduce to half an hour.

if you find yourself scrolling endlessly through social media, make sure it's pintrest (just don't compare urself to the people here; if you have issues with that, tumblr may be better)

delete. twitter. from. your. phone.

influencers are lying to you; maybe not even intentionally. remember when you were watching that cute-aesthetic-productive morning routine, and you were wondering why your life isn't that pretty? why your room is a mess? why you cannot for the life of god be aesthetic 24/7? its the filter. don't worry about it, their lifes arent that nice either.

realize there's actually nothing stopping you from screaming as loud as you can right now. like there is no physical barrier. think about it. realize there's no actual physical barierr to many other things.

your body is your body. you can decide how it looks like; just remember it's in your greatest interest to keep it healthy.

3. BEING A LITTLE BETTER THAN JUST ALIVE

If you wear make up, take it off before you go to sleep.

moisturize your body; everything is better when your skin doesn't feel dry

have a one brand of cosmetics that you love and buy things mainly from it. they often have sets of products that complete each other. i like ziaja. it's a polish brand, it's surprisingly cheap and has nice quality

cleanser, moisturizer, face mist

of you can, change your sheets once every two weeks

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

do a deep house clean once a month (don't beat yourself up when you don't tho)

keep your workspace organized (it doesn't have to look organized to other people, remember)

sunscreen

cook your own food

keep a calendar

no money for scented candles? got ya. make a simmer pot: throw some apple peel, a couple of cinnamon sticks and whatever spices that smell good you have into a pot, add some water and simmer. boom. your house smells good, and you haven't spend 20 dollars.

If you really like candles, buy scented wax melts. it's cheaper.

Buy urself scented mists. they're pretty cheap and will make you feel A LOT better.

keep your clothes clean. if you aren't sure if that shirt thats on your chair is dirty or not, throw it in the washing mashine anyway. better be sure.

if you can, make your bed right when you get up

wear clothes that make you feel good. put some effort into your outfits. really.

4. OTHER PEOPLE

be nice to essential workers.

if you have money, give tips.

remember, you do not owe anyone love; it is not something you can force. even if they saved your life. even when they helped you in your darkest time. if you don't love them, you don't.

you don't have to be in a romantic relationship to be happy.

if you want to, date! date everyone! date girls, date boys, date nonbinary people! date people completly different than you, date people from different countries, date them!!! just make sure they're kind and won't kill you. even if you don't end up in a relationship, you can learn a lot.

don't be afraid to piss off people that deserve it

smile to strangers :)

5. NOT FAILING SCHOOL

heard of dark academia? check it out

romanticize the heck out of studying

do not let your studying be just reading the same partagraph over and over again. it won't work. believe me.

seterra for geography, quizlet for everything else

try to make yourself intrestet in whatever you are studying (watch veritasium, listen to podcasts about weird history facts)

notes are for you and you only; don't worry about them looking pretty. doodle on margins, make weird metaphors, squeeze in as much info as you can.

when you're studying, listen to music without words/in a language you don't understand.

chew gum while you study

get the forest app, get attached to the trees, focus.

don't feel guilty for taking breaks

grades aren't everything, but they are important.

eat something in school

don't just use the cheapest pens. invest a couple dollars in something that will make writing enjoyable and smooth

those study with me videos? they're great

if you like to argue with the teachers, take care of your grades becouse. they may not like you afterwards.

be nice to your classmates and help them with homework. if you don't do your homework they'll help you

executive dysfunction won't let you study? been there. sometimes it's better to wake up ealier tommorow and do that homework then.

don't feel guilty for failing a test

go to the goddamn class

don't pull all nighters oh my god don't especially on weekdays

6. OTHER LIFEHACKS

don't get involved in the crime, and if you do always have a believable explanation why you were doing it

have different alarm sounds for every day of the week

set a daily limit of money that you spend

great hobbies that don't require a lot of money; urban exploration, writing, hiking and learning other languages

thrift stores

don't eat grapefruits while on meds

nail polish removers dissolve most strong glues.

if you have a cut on your skin, desinfect it. do it. please just do it.

always have pads with you. even if you don't get periods, at least one of your friends probably does

#life hacks #life #not dying #staying alive #no one will see this #who cares though

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svnaslove · 4 years

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post-it notes ♡

characters: sugawara, bokuto

summary: it’s basically just them flirting with their s/o using post-it notes

(i thought it was cute okay)

genre: fLUFF

warnings: be prepared for just how fluffy this is because it’s so cute omg

You two honestly don’t even know when or how this started, it just,, started?

During classes, in the halls, face to face, it was just you guys’s thing

It didn’t take long for people to notice the cute little thing you guys had going on of passing post-it notes to each other all of the time

EVERYONE thought you were dating, truth is, you both liked each other but were both too scared to confess to the other.

One day you decided to confess but you were really nervous, you didn’t know how you would do this and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

But then you decided it was better to confess then to be like this any longer

Suga made you happy and he was your best friend, what could go wrong?

So here you are, holding little heart-shaped post-it notes in your hands that you had just gotten at the convenience store and your cheeks flushed because you had ran all the way there and back to try to make it back in time.

“meet me behind the gym before the game - bug”

Oh yeah, did I mention? You have post-it note codenames for each other

You were bug and he was kit-kat

this is so cute im screaming

the nicknames had come from just random moments

You were bug because your were freaking SHORT and he was kit-kat because one day you brought him one and he got so excited and he had accidently left a little bit of chocolate in the corner of his lips and you didn’t bother to mention it to him until after he had come to sit down from his presentation in front of the whole class KDJFLSDK

“i loved that presentation kit-kat” you smiled slyly at his confused face. “Kit-Kat?” Suga asked a little confused. You reached to the chocolate at the corner of his lips and wiped it off of his lips with your thumb and then licked the chocolate off of your thumb.

Suga baby was a MESS

Baby was blushing so hard he couldn’t function for the rest of the day

Error 404 suga.exe has stopped functioning

He couldn’t look at you without blushing for a whole week

So here you were, sticking this post-it note to his locker (which you knew he would go to to get his volleyball bag), telling him to meet you behind the gym before his practice game vs. nekoma so you could confess to him how you literally fell head over heels for him

You were twiddling with the bottom of your skirt as you saw Sugawara approach you from a little distance. Maybe telling him to meet you here was mistake? Maybe you should just say that you wanted to wish him good luck on the game? no, you had to tell him, it was to late to back out now and you it was getting harder and harder to hold back your feelings. mama ain’t raise a lil bitch.

Suga held your little heart shaped post-it note with your careful handwriting up and waved it. “I got your note.” he smiled, completely oblivious to what was about to happen. How were you supposed to confess to him when he was being so cute. UGH.

“i uhm, needed to talk to you suga-kun.” you said twiddling with your fingers now. Sugawara noticed how tense you were and decided to stay quiet and pay attention to what you had to say, he didn’t want to ruin it since it seemed important.

“you can tell me y/n” a little smile on his face.

“uhm, okay, well, i-, i like you suga, and not just you know, friendship like you, like, like LIKE you.” you stuttered out, feeling your cheeks heat up so much it would be noticeable even if it were dark out.

Suga walked up to you with a little smirk (he was trying to keep it down i swear he didn’t want to make you freak out more but he couldn’t help it)

“do you have any more of these post-it notes?” he asked simply.

“I- what? Uhm yea, i think so.” confused, you took out the pack of heart-shaped stick notes and handed it to him.

Suga took out a sharpie from his pocket and started writing on it, when he was done he just sticked it to your forehead and walked away. (YOUR FOREHEAD, I KNOW)

You were so confused you thought this wasn’t actually happening. You took the sticky note and read it.

“i like you too dummy - kit-kat”

Your heart JUMPED out of your chest. You blushed again you noticed something was written behind it too.

“wait for me at the entrance to the gym after the game”

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Karasuno had won the practice match against Nekoma which had only motivated Nekoma more to practice for a real dumpster match. You laughed at the sight of the captains of both teams trying to be as sportsman like as possible to each other failing miserably because Daichi seemed like he wanted to break out into a dance and Kuroo looked like he was about to cry.

You waited at the entrance, spacing out and looking up at the stars in the sky. Only to be brought back by the familiar voice calling your name.

“y/nn !” Suga called.

“Hi Suga!” you called back.

He stopped in front of you and blushed.

“Let me walk you home”

“Okay” you smiled.

The two of you walked together holding pinkies under the starry sky that night and when you two had stopped in front of your house he had given you a kiss in the cheek, making you both blush.

“Good night, y/n”

“Good night, Suga”

lmao it started in the middle of volleyball practice

being one of the managers you had to take notes for the team for their plays etc.. so you had plenty of post-it notes

bokuto was being loud again, like always

“AKAASHI DID YOU SEE THAT, DID YOU SEE THAT AKAASHI”

you just walked up to him and stuck the sticky note right on his forehead

he turned it around and it said

“ssshhh, we saw it bokuto, good job”

bokuto literally stopped functioning because it was so out of nowhere and he wasn’t expecting that

he just stood there for a solid 20 seconds watching you walk away with the sticky note in his hand

akaashi was literally shook “y/n please do that more often just to shut him up”

i don’t know know what it was not even bokuto knows himself but after that he got such a big crush on you

maybe it was the way you got his attention with something so small?

so after that he got his own pair of sticky notes just to mess with you

he would write little notes to make you blush to try to get your attention like you got his, and he would be really sweet in the notes

“you look really pretty today :D “

“thank you for always helping our team :)”

yes, he drew the smiley faces too

and each and everyone of those post-it notes brought a little blush to your cheeks

not short after you ended up getting a crush on bokuto too and you would try to get him flustered with them too

“you’re doing really good today bokuto :)”

“are you a volleyball because i’d hit that ;)”

it’s safe to say that he short-circuited when you gave him that second one and just walked away and in that day, he had never played a practice match like how he did that day because he really wanted to impress you

the team had noticed you guys’s little post-it note thing and thought it was so cute

konoha and sarukui and yukie all had a game where they would watch to see the exchange of the sticky notes and laughed at how your faces would get so red after reading each others sticky notes

bokuto would try his hardest to make sure the post-it note was perfect

he would spend time on every little detail, he wanted his handwriting to be nice and the doodles around it to be perfect so he would be extra attentive to make sure it went the way he wanted and it freaked akaashi out because he had never seen bokuto pay so much attention to anything other than volleyball

no seriously, akaashi was literally freaked (in a good way) because bokuto would be silent for like 5 minutes focusing on his post-it of the day

not long after, you guys started dating and sometimes bokuto would have his arm around you and his hand would slip into the back pocket of your jeans to leave his post-it note there and he liked to watch how your cheeks would get so red, he thought it was so cute

for some reason you guys just forgot to tell the team you two were dating, you guys just thought that they thought you already were?

so uhm, this is how they found out

you were writing on your clipboard, taking notes for the practice getting the next volleyball camp set up for the boys. the team was setting everything up for practice to start and Akaashi was walking up to you to ask a question about the next training camp when OUT OF NOWHERE FREAKING BOKUTO SHOWS UP RUNNING TOWARDS YOU WITH A STICKY NOTE IN HIS HAND HE JUST SLAPS YOUR ASS WITH THE HAND THAT HAS THE STICKY NOTE AND KISSES YOUR CHEEK AND RUNS PAST YOU LIKE IT’S NOTHING.

Mind you the whole team just saw everything and Akaashi was right there so he not only got a front row seat to the sound you made when Bokuto slapped your ass but he also could read what Bokuto wrote on the post-it note.

Your face was SO red and you reached for the sticky note stuck on your ass.

“your ass looks really good in those pants baby :)”

again with the smiley faces, i know

Akaashi knew that he liked you but he had no idea that you guys were dating so he literally yelled “what the FUCK BOKUTO” and Konoha was about to spike a volleyball at him and Yukie was about to call the police before you could stop them and Bokuto and you had to tell them that you guys were dating😭😭

“ohhh but still, whAT THE FUCK I WAS RIGHT THERE” Akaashi spluttered.

“sorry akaashiiii” bokuto said, his hair going down about to go into emo mode. you kissed him in the cheek and he sprung up with the new found energy and gave you a big hug and you giggled.

“okay! let’s get this practice started!” bokuto yelled and started jogging over to the volleyballs after giving you a little kiss at the top of your head.

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Author’s note: hey i hope you guys enjoyed it, this is was my first time doing this style of writing with the bullet points and the multiple characters in one post so i hope it was cute ^^

also im doing requests now so if you guys have any requests for me to write you can ask here :)

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