#me when I was in 6th grade: I don’t need friends I’m cool

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Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader

Warnings: Aggressive and Possessive Santi, language, allusions to creepy older men, bad Spanish because I’m a no sabo

A/N: Hello angels!!! I know that this isn’t my typical bread and butter but… this is my guilty pleasure and I had soooooo much fun writing this. A couple of housekeeping measures… I am a no sabo kid. To my non Latinx friends that means that while I am Latinx, and did speak Spanish as a primary language for the first 5 years, I was moved to another part of the country and lost my ability to speak Spanish. So I’m trying to learn it again. It’s hard. For my Spanish speaking sisters and brothers, give me so grace, because I am trying. Secondly, I think I have two more 100 follower Drabbles, and then we can finish Interviews for New Beginnings and the other requests I got! Love you all so much my darlings!! Have a wonderful dayyyyy - Mo 💕

Summer nights in Florida were always far too hot. It was the price of living in paradise. The heat of the afternoon's sun baked into the pavement and stucco walls now radiated back onto your thinly covered body. The surrounding water made the air far too wet, and immediately upon going into the outside air did you feel the thin film of sweat and honeyed air cling to your face, arms and legs. Summer nights were brutal in heaven.

But you would never leave it. Not for a million dollars. And neither would your Delta Force boys.

It was on these brutal nights where you tried to beat the heat and the stickiness by going out to the dive bars in Ybor City, the smaller and rowdier younger sister of Tampa. The crowds were easy to get lost in, and the music was thumping no matter where you stood; which was just the medicine you and your friends needed on a night like this.

In the back corner of such a bar, you were squished between Frankie and Santi, trying to fit in the massive and unruly Ben and Will to this too small table. "Whats good boys!? And baby girl, looking beautiful as always." Ben laughed out with a toothy grin. He was always all too happy to be with you all. And if a night out also involved a couple drinks, he was more in paradise than usual.

You laughed mirthlessly at his flirtatious jokes. He always threw one your way whenever he got the chance. You only wished that Pope would do the same.

Though you met the rest of the boys when you joined the Delta Force, you had actually known Santi since middle school. Your mom moved you both to the apartment next to his back in the 6th grade. When the creepy older men were harassing you on the way down to the school bus, Santi stepped in. And from that day on you never walked to the bus, or rode the bus alone. He kept the creeps and bullies away. You helped him with his math homework. Perfect partners. Best friends. A perfect pair. And God how you were in love with him.

You both had had your flings and boyfriends and girlfriends. But they all came and went. You were there and he was there when it eventually went to out the window. Some times you wondered if maybe he felt the same ache in his chest as you. But you pushed it to the side. He never saw you that way. He never would. You were best friends. A sister to him. It would never be more. And it never bothered you until recently. Maybe it was because you were getting older. Maybe it was because your girlfriends were having babies and in serious and solid relationships. Yet you were still here. Drinking barely cool enough beer with the Delta Force ding bats. You loved them. You loved them more than life and would and have put your life on the line for them. But you were getting older. You wanted to be seen as a woman. Not just another teammate.

Santi smirked and ruffled your head like a child, messing up the hair you had corralled into a pony tail, "Chiqitita muñeca is pissy tonight. Heat is getting too much for her."

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. Frankie looked up from his ever present hat, "Pissed because she is stuck next to you and you won't let her up. Querida vamos. Let's get you another drink. This white boy at the bar has been giving you eyes all night and I wanna put him out of his misery."

Benny and Will whooped and laughed and your eyes widened, "Fish stop no he's not."

Frankie stood up, stretching out his long limbs and shaking his head, "He is. C'mon you haven't been putting yourself out there and it's dumb."

Frankie was right. You hadn't. In the past 3 years you hadn't even gone on a date because you were hoping, HOPING, that Santi would maybe make a move. That he would do something. But he hadn't. And you were tired of waiting. Frankie pulled you by the hand out of the booth and out of Santi's orbit. You smoothed out your cotton sundress, turning to the rest of the boys in the booth you hold yourself out to be appraised, "Yay or nay? Do I look gross?"

Will gave a thumbs up while Beni gave theatrical worshipping bows, "Hot sexy hot sexy hot sexy. Go get em tiger."

You noticed that Pope hadn't said anything, you turned to him waiting, "Pope??"

Eyes stern and cold he didn't even look up from his beer, "Why do you need my approval?"

You stomach dropped, and your face crumpled. Frankie rolled his eyes, "Coño la madre, don't listen to Pope you know how he gets when he's PMSing. You look nice. C'mon white boy is waiting. "

White boy was indeed waiting for you. His name was Connor. Clean cut. Not a Florida native which you clocked before you even made it up there. Worked in financing in downtown. Loved the Florida lifestyle but was still getting used to it. Super polite. Cute. And wanted to get to know you and buy you drinks and call you pretty. Soon any insecurity you had about Pope was miles away.

Frankie was pleased with himself, and brought back a round of beers to the table. Will and Benny were snickering in their seats, and Santi... well... Santi was fuming.

"What the fuck was that Fish?"

Smirking, he took a sip of his drink, "Que paso? No te queires chiqitita si?"

"Cabron, tu sabes quiero ella."

Benny cut in, "Hey hey hey. Don't let the gringos out man! Pope why are you getting pissed off? Nothing happened?"

Will spoke up, "He's pissed because Frankie basically delivered Chiqi to khakis boy over there."

Benny shrugged, "And??"

Will turned to him, looking as if Benny had grown another head, "And... Pope has been in love with Chiqi this entire time?? And Frankie knows that?? Benny did you get too many punches to the head or something?"

Benny’s eyes widen. The pieces fitting together. Will rolled his eyes, but Santi couldn’t care less. He was enraged with Fish. And Fish didn’t even care!! Fish knew that Santi had been in love with you for years. That he wanted you more than anything or anyone. That he had purposefully cut in on past relationships to keep you to himself. That he had building the courage to finally ask you to be his and only his. And yes here comes Fish. Delivering you to some… to some guy at a bar?

Frankie finished his beer and looked into his best friend’s eyes, “Hermano… I love you man. But you’re being a little bitch. No in fact you’ve been a bitch. Chiqi has been free and available for three years and you’ve done nothing about it. She’s clearly head over heels for you and you have been tiptoeing around it for no reason. You’re stupid. Chiqi deserves more. And if you’re angry about it you can go fix it.”

Frankie held his arm opened, lighting the way to you. He saw you laughing, your smile bright, things that he wanted to reserve for him and him alone. The things he had said were for him. The moment he saw Khaki’s hand brush up on your thigh, he saw red. He downed the rest of the beer that Frankie had gotten for him, and pushed his way out of the booth. The whoops and laughs from his brothers faded into the buzz behind him as he made his way to you.

“So… if it’s alright with you, I’d really like to take you out to dinner. Maybe next week?”

Connor was cute you thought. Not the same breathtaking handsomeness that Santi had, but Connor looked sweet. He looked honest. He would do for a boyfriend. You smiled, about to accept and give him your number, when Santi shoves himself in between you and Connor. “Oye Chiqi. Come dance.”

Connor gets up to look at you, “Hey man she’s with me relax.”

Santi turned around, “She’s not actually she came with me.”

You pushed Santi’a shoulder, “What the hell bro? Connor I’m sorry. This is Santi, we grew up together and he’s stupid protective and drunk. Santi can you please go back with Frankie I’m talking to someone.”

Without looking away from Connor Santi answers, “mm not drunk. I’m just making clear what’s mine.”

Connor looks at you and then Santi. Before he sheepishly smiles, “It was nice meeting you. I hope you guys figure things out.”

Connor walks away and you feel the rage building inside you, as Santi triumphantly turns back to you. You shove Santi’s shoulder, barely moving him, “You’re such a fucking asshole Pope. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dance with me.”

“I’m not fucking dancing with you.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls you to the dance floor despite your protests, your skin burning in shock and anger where his hand clutches your wrist. You make it to the center, him hungrily grasping at your waist. You’re pissed off but also so confused at this change in temperature. Santi won’t stop looking at you. Those dark lashes attempting to hypnotize you back into his orbit. He brings his mouth to your ear, “When’s the last time you danced with me Chiqi?”

You scoffed, but brought your arms to wrap around his neck as he tugged you closer, chest to chest, “Senior prom. After Michael Vazquez left me for Torrence Sheltzer. And I stepped on your toes all night.”

He laughed, “Michael was such an idiot.”

You stay like that. The bass coursing through your body, right in time with the pounding of your heart against Santi’s chest. He was always a good dancer. Too good of a dancer, it was almost obscene the way he had you moving against him. You don’t know how long you had been spinning, and you had to rest your head on his shoulder because of how light headed you became.

“You shouldn’t have done that Pope. He was nice.”

“He was a wimp. Wouldn’t be able to take care of you.”

“What you’re going to chase away any man who comes up to me? I’m tired of being alone.”

“You’re not alone. You have me.”

“You know what I mean.”

He pulled your face off his shoulder to make you look in his eyes, “I do know. And i know what I said. You have me. You’re mine. I’m yours.”

You feel tears in your eyes. Either from the smoke, the alcohol, or the embarrassment, “Santi stop being stupid. You’re being mean. You know I love you and you’re making fun of me.”

He presses his dry lips to the tear that escapes your eye, then puts his forehead to yours, “I’m not Chiqi. I’m not. Chiqi I’ve loved you since the 8th grade. I’ve hated every one of your little boyfriends and I’ve coveted you for years. I’m not joking.”

“Then why haven’t you said anything? Why didn’t you come get me when I was right here?”

The tears fall more now. And he keep kissing your cheeks to remove them, “Because I’m an asshole. I’m a fucking asshole who was too afraid of you saying no. Too afraid of when you left. I didn’t want to lose you. But I can’t take it anymore Chiqi. I can’t take another boyfriend. I’m selfish. I’m a selfish asshole. I want you for myself. I want you to yell at me and call me stupid as long as it means you never leave my place and you never leave my side. Cmon Chiqi…. Let me call you mine.”

You stared at him. He was telling the truth. He was being raw and real and you knew that this wasn’t some act. This was Santi in his rawest form. He wanted you. You brought your hand around to squeeze his cheeks together, “I want you to take me on a date. A real one. Not the bar or the bowling alley with the boys. I want dinner that you pay for. And flowers. And for you to wear a real shirt.”

He shakes your hand off and smiles, “Tomorrow night. I take you to The Colombia. I pick you up. With roses.”

“Do I get to order flan?”

He smiles even wider, “Only if you let me feed it to you like those stupid romance books you read.”

You shove him and he laughs and pulls you closer, “Kiss me and seal the deal Chiqitita. C’mon don’t be mad. Kiss me and tell me you’re mine.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, making him work for your kiss. You finally relent, pulling him in for the best kiss ever. The best kiss of your life. Until tomorrow’s

[tojiscrack]

unrelated (sort of) to liar liar, but my life has changed sooooo much since the faithful day on june 8th when i discovered liar liar and binges the whole fic!

i really hope your studies are going well! i think everyone is rlly excited about the next chapter, but i really hope you’re doing good! i myself unfortunately have ap testing tomorrow and i’m just waiting for summer to come already 😛😓…

anyways, very random but liar liar really helped me? like in august when my school started back up again, i became really very depressed, and i just want you to know that liar liar made me feel a lot better. tbh, this school year has been so weird for me, and i can’t help comparing it to last year (which is so weird, cuz comparing my current state to last year just makes me so nostalgic in a sick-to-my-stomach kind of way) because last year i felt sooo much happier, and even when summer came my thought process was “oh well, summer will last forever!”

spoiler alert: it did not.

gone were the days where i saw my cousins, learned to sail (really random), and spent my nights reading fanficition. random little things such as those obviously disappeared when school started, and to add on top of that, i switched schools 😓. that really made things not fun. i had a few friends at my new school, as well as just a good amount of people in my grade but everything was still just so weird. anyways, i became pretty sad.

anyways, i really grew even more attached to liar liar than i had been during that time, and when i said liar liar truly made me happier, i mean it :).

now fast forward a bit, i got my first boyfriend (BAD IDEA). then you went on hiatus (not completely, which is why im here, telling you my life’s story). whatever whatever, i dated that guy for 2 months, then broke up. i cannot think of december without thinking of how i kept chasing after that guy, which is sooooo weird. anyways, i do think i really liked him, but he just got mean and we grew apart. i was sad at first, but then the new hunger games book came out 2 days later, so i didn’t have time for that! all jokes aside, some weeks i felt really happy and free, and others i felt very sad. as of now, i think im feeling fine, just too stressed and i dont know if i have the energy to care.

and guess what!? i got to go australia, which was insanely cool. so yeah, don’t have much time to be sad. oh yeah, i also reread liar liar quite often after the breakup, because both megumi and kamo will always be better than whatever that was…

more in relation to liar liar, i really truly think kamo is such a cutie— like yes, i think megumi and reader ARE ENDGAME, but kamo is suchhhhh a yearner. megumi has had so much time to make a big move on reader… and just hasn’t. he needs to learn a lesson that good things don’t always last forever, and he can’t just wait around. someone (aka kamo) was bound to see reader and also like her, but actually decide to make a move. maybe it just warms my heart (which, prior to my ex, i felt like nobody could have a crush on me, because i was “weird” in 6th grade and then just shy ever since, so i could barely even FATHOM being liked in a romantic context), so kamo coming into the picture in such a sweet way… just makes me happy… but ill always love megumi!

and as for the happy vs sad ending… while i am a sucker for devastatingly sad potentially-unrequited love endings, they also sometimes make me feel incomplete. maybe make multiple endings? i really can’t wait to see what you have in mind! (although it kinda scares me…)

anyways, sorry for lowkey venting. i just remembered how much has changed in my life ever since the lucky night i came across this fic. anyways, i hope you’re doing good in school now! and i hope you know how grateful i am for liar liar!

omg anon 😭🫶🏽 this is so long and juicy i’m so excited to dissect this 😫

‘i really hope your studies are going well!’ — firstly, ty, i read this when it was sent in (ik i’m responding late, but it’s intentional haha, sorry ml, wanted the return to be spontaneous) 👀 i’ve finished my exams recently, and it actually went horribly but hopefully this doesn’t reflect in the results 💀

‘i think everyone is rily excited about the next chapter, but i really hope you're doing good!’ — 🤭 i’m cheesing so hard rn, tyyy <3

GOOD LUCK ON UR AP TESTING THO QUEEN, I’M SURE YOU’LL DO GREAT 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

‘when my school started back up again, i became really very depressed, and i just want you to know that liar liar made me feel a lot better’ — i’m so flattered and touched that you’ve come and lmk about this 🥹 makes me appreciate my work a whole lot more. i’m so sorry that you’ve been going through smth as nasty as change (i hate change sm, unless it’s away from an environment i’ve hated). being the new kid at a new school is never easy, but i’m so glad (seriously, smiling like a maniac as i type this) that LL helped you forget about all that and allowed you to get through it all ❤️

brings me sm joy to know that my story isn’t just a silly little side thing i’ve got going on, but that it actually helps ppl in some way or another <3

‘anyways, i do think i really liked him, but he just got mean and we grew apart’ — that’s a good thing! getting away from someone who can’t be kind to the person they’re in a relationship with is important for understanding ur own worth and enhancing self respect, really proud of you for doing that! (a lot of ppl won’t, unfortunately)

‘i got to go australia, which was insanely cool’ — did you see… massive ass spiders? 👀

🕷️

i have a giant fear of them so yes, i will never be visiting australia. but it must’ve been great fun for you tho! i always associate it with h20 (grew up watching it, can you tell 👀 *aHEM* mermaid references in LL)

‘i also reread liar liar quite often after the breakup, because both megumi and kamo will always be better than whatever that was...’ — mhm mhm, as you should!

‘kamo is suchhhhh a yearner. megumi has had so much time to make a big move on reader... and just hasn't. he needs to learn a lesson that good things don't always last forever, and he can't just wait around. someone (aka kamo) was bound to see reader and also like her’ — this was the take i thought ppl would take! and then… they didn’t 💀 which is fine! in fact, i find it incredibly funny how much they shit on kamo for liking mermaid, but i also enjoy seeing alternative view points, like yours 😫

‘prior to my ex, i felt like nobody could have a crush on me, because i was "weird" in 6th grade and then just shy ever since, so i could barely even FATHOM being liked in a romantic context’ — awww no ☹️ you sound like the most cutest pie ever, i’m developing a friend-crush on you just reading all that you’ve left for me 😧 you’re 100000% crush-worthy, you just don’t realise it until someone actually makes a move (but imagine how many ppl have liked you and never bothered to communicate that to you!!)

‘while i am a sucker for devastatingly sad potentially-unrequited love endings, they also sometimes make me feel incomplete. maybe make multiple endings?’ — this is definitely an idea i’ve had…

if we get a sad ending, there’ll probably be an alternate ending that’s not LL!canon, but happy nonetheless. and then the same vice-versa, but ofc… all opinions are considered during the decision-making process :)

‘anyways, sorry for lowkey venting’ — DON’T BEEEE 🤨 if there’s one thing about my page, is that that inbox of mine can be used for ANYTHING (specific things outlined in my rules post ofc), including random things about ur life. i enjoy learning about who i’m interacting with online, and who i’m sharing my story with! 💕

‘anyways, i hope you're doing good in school now! and i hope you know how grateful i am for liar liar!’ — 🥹

idk how to take compliments very well, can you tell? i appreciate this sm and i’m unable to put it into words, so let me use an image to show how i’m feeling

[robinsb8ngs]

Starfire Finds Love Again

Reader is black and plus size

I haven’t read many comics with Starfire in them, so I’m going by the comic book knowledge I have right now

Rude comments will be blocked

Cw: Smut, mentions of a strap, oral and vaginal sex, mentions of homophobia, no mention of y/n

After Kori breaks up with Dick (again), she decides to try online dating. While she was on Hinge, she matched with a woman named Jazmine, who worked for The Daily Planet. Jazmine reserved the back of the restaurant for her and Kori because she did not want to be hounded by the paparazzi. They decided to meet at a restaurant near The Daily Planet, and Koriand’r was mesmerized by her beauty. She was dark skin, had 4c hair that was put into two low afro puffs, and a green tube top with a brown skirt. Kori wore a pink crop top and some blue shorts, and felt that she was underdressed for the date. “You look good,” Jazmine said. Kori replied, “You’re beautiful.”

They ordered their food and started talking about life. Jazmine mentioned she got a raise last week, and Kori congratulated her. “So, how long have you been a superhero? I’ve been a hero since I landed on this planet. How long have you worked at The Daily Planet? I have been there for five years.” Kori ordered key lime pie, and Jazmine ordered the carrot cake. As they ate their desserts, Jazmine asked “When did you realize you were into women?” Kori responded,”I had crushes on several girls on Tamaran, but I could not date them since my sister sold me into slavery.” Jazmine looked at her like she had seen a ghost. “Your sister sold you into slavery because she was mad you liked girls. No, Jazmine, she just wanted the power of the throne, and she needed to get rid of me to get it.” “I’m so sorry, Starfire. You didn’t deserve that,” Jazmine said. “Thank you, Jazmine, but I don’t want to talk about my past anymore. Do you prefer the nickname Jaz or Jazzy. Both nicknames are cool. We should talk about you and when you found out you liked girls.” Jazmine smiled and said,” I kissed my friend Sasha in my room when we were in 6th grade. Our parents accepted us, and we were so shocked.

Turns out Sasha’s grandma was closeted for a while, but she got to be with her childhood friend before she passed away. Some people in our families were bigoted towards us, but we paid them no mind.” Starfire was bewildered over the part about the relatives who were bigoted toward them. “Why would they say such hurtful things to their own flesh and blood over who they loved?” Jazmine called the waiter over to take her carrot cake to go, and Kori said, “We can go back to my apartment and watch some movies, if you want. “I have to get my bonnet, nightgown, and hair supplies if I’m gonna stay the night, Kori. Kori answered,”Well I can fly you back to your place if you want.” Jaz said yes, and Kori flew her to her apartment. She put all her stuff in a bag, and Kori flew her to Star’s place.

Kori had a bunch of movies in a book shelf. Her apartment looked like a small house. Jazmine immediately undressed and was headed toward the shower, when Starfire grabbed her waist. “Would you like to do anything else before you take a shower.” Kori asked. “Yes, I would.” Jazmine smiled at Kori before Kori pulled her in for a kiss. One kiss turned into two kisses, which then turned into a full make out session. Kori undressed herself, and then she told Jaz, “Close your eyes, because I have a surprise for you.” Jaz closed her eyes and waited for Star. When Starfire said, “Open your eyes,” Jazmine was shocked to see a purple strap in Kori’s hands.

Kori adjusted the strap to her hips and told Jazmine, “Get on your knees.” Jazmine obeyed her, and instantly started to suck on the tip of the strap. Kori put her hand behind Jazmine’s head and began pushing her head forward. “Good girl.” Kori continued to praise her. “You’re doing such a good job for me.” After a while, Kori wanted to give Jazmine head. Once Jazzy was on the bed, and Starfire started to suck on her clit. “You taste so good. Thank you.” Jaz said while moaning. Jazzy’s moaning evanescence louder and louder because of Kori’s tongue going up and down her clit. “I’m gonna cum!” In seconds, a white liquid starts to ooze out of Jazz’s pussy. Kori sticks two fingers in her clit and brings them to Jasmine’s mouth for her to suck on. Jazmine takes of the strap, and starts to suck on Kori’s clit, and used her two fingers to fuck her pussy. Kori was in pleasure heaven, and she didn’t care if the neighbors heard her moan like this. Jazmine took the strap and lined it up to Kori’s entrance, and then started to fuck Kori’s pussy slowly. “You like it like that? Yes!” Jazmine started going faster, and his pleased Kori even more. “You’re doing so well for me, princess.” Jazmine looked down to see a small smile had formed on Kori’s mouth when she said that. “I think I’m gonna cum! Then cum for me, princess.” Soon after that, a bunch of white liquid started to flow from Kori’s pussy. With the both of them being exhausted, they cuddled together in bed and went to sleep. Jazmine’s shower would have to wait.

That’s the end of my fanfic

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I want Koriand’r to date a woman so bad in the comics, because she’d be the perfect girlfriend

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[dem0nguy]

PART 2.2 THE ELECTRIC BOOGALOO‼️‼️

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9/23/19 - Part 2

Despite the… unique, events that took place this morning. I was still hopeful that this would be a great first day of middle school! Though for once, my brother did not.

Conner had been as ecstatic as I was about entering 6th grade. But now I watch him practically shaking with anxiety. Sat beside me in the back seat of our dad’s car, he fidgets with the bracelet on his wrist.

I look down at my bracelet. I didn’t really observe it too much before, but I notice a sort of indent on the side. A small divot in the cold black rock. It almost looked like a switch or button, but I wasn’t going to mess with it. At least, not right now… Good plan past me, very good plan.

Me and Conner got out of the car and waved our dad goodbye, then turned to stare at the giant concrete building before us. We’d been here once, for a sort of “walk your schedule” night. But it was still intimidating to think that right in front of me was so much potential. (In turn, it gave me so much anxiety.) Jeez, I was this anxious when I was twelve?? Makes me wonder how I made it to seventeen.

The two of us entered through the large reinforced doors of the school, into a crowded hall filled with one too many students. I share a look with my brother, before I take my schedule out.

We didn’t have first period together, the both of us knew that. But we do have math and history together later in the day.

I glance back at Conner, who took a deep breath, regaining his composure. “Adam, we better find answers to this.” He whispers, “Because I don’t think I can live every day normally knowing that one potential slip up could actually just ruin me forever.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at him, he’s always had this notion that he’d be super popular in middle school. I wouldn’t doubt it if he did become popular, he’s very talkative. But the goal was just a little silly to me. We have a small group of good friends, what more do we really need? Water, kielbasa pasta, steak, chicken—I’m just hungry again…

“Adam this is serious!” Conner exclaims, going back to fidgeting with the bracelet. “What if someone finds out? We’d be the school freaks!”

“Conner as long as we keep the bracelets on we’ll be fine.”

“I don’t trust these things, I don’t know what they are or what we even are.” He stops to think for a moment, “We need to find Mr. G as soon as possible.”

I nod in agreement, “Yes, but first we need to get to class and stuff.”

“Class isn’t important Adam. We are literal supernatural entities! And we need ANSWERS.” Conner whisper-yells. I’m surprised Conner didn’t just tell the whole school himself, with how loud he is all the time.

“We’ll be fine Conner.” I pat him on the shoulder, “We both have him fourth period right before lunch, we can stay after class and ask questions then.”

Conner huffs, as though he still wanted to disagree with me. “Fine.” He says, “But if someone finds out I’m a supernatural creature they’re gonna figure out you are too.” He starts off down the hall ahead of me, I shake my head.

Conner was always one for dramatizing things. Though, this is a pretty dramatic situation… Well, it isn’t immediately endangering. It’s just weird, really weird. Honestly I’m getting a headache just thinking about it. But it could also be cool, in an odd-dramatically-weird kinda way. I mean, supernatural means superpowers right? So what if we have superpow—

An obnoxiously loud bell goes off. Right, class, first day of school. I look down at my schedule again, science. Room 1703. I hope that’s close by… It was not close by.

My first three classes were boring as hell, I expected at least science to be interesting! But the teacher sounded like he was half asleep the whole time. At the very least I shared that class with Brice, one of me and Conner’s friends.

English I shared with Lily, my best friend. But it wasn’t the most interesting either. Math was especially boring, I don’t like math. I got to see Conner, but we were sat on opposite sides of the room. I still don’t like math.

Now, history is where things get interesting. Mr. G, our teacher, seems like a nice guy overall. He has graying light-brown hair, sea-green eyes, pale skin, and a kind smile. He wears a forest green jacket over a burgundy sweater-vest, and that over a white button up. (Part of me wonders how he doesn’t overheat) He also wears dark blue pants, with very professional looking black shoes. Well, I know how he doesn’t overheat now…

Despite any notions I had about him, he ended up teaching us some super interesting stuff! He said most of this year, we’d be learning about ancient cultures. Including what beings they worshiped, which intrigued me. If I’m a demon of sorts, that means demons and angels and stuff are real. So is there a god to accompany those creatures?

This would probably be the first of many questions I would ask him… Spoiler, there is no god. (If there is, he left to get the milk.)

After class ended, me and Conner hesitantly approached him. “Hey, uh, Mr. G?” Conner says, getting his attention.

He turns to face us, a welcoming grin on his face. “Hey you two! What do you need?”

Hell, are we actually doing this? What if Uncle Sam is wrong? What if Mr. G can’t help us? What if we do become frea— “We were wondering if you could help us with something.” Conner continues.

Mr. G nods slowly, “Alright, what is it?”

I share a nervous look with my twin. It seems neither of us have full confidence that Mr. G can help us.

“It’s uhm,” Conner hesitates, “A little complicated I guess…” He didn’t exaggerate for once! +5 points to you Conner.

“I’m sure I can understand.” Mr. G shrugs.

“We—uh, well we’re….” Conner struggles to find the words to explain our predicament.

“You’re nephalem.” Mr. G says.

“What?” I raise an eyebrow. I’ve never heard of whatever that is in my life. “And how did you—“

“Your Uncle sent you to me, right?”

Me and my brother nod.

“That’s how.” He chuckles kindly. “I can help you out, no worries.” Mr. G moves to a nearby bookshelf, shifting through it. Holy shit this makes so much sense now, I need to write this in my jour— oh wait I threw that one out. Fuck.

“Well uh, we had some questions first.” Conner asks. Mr. G hums in response, pulling down a book from the shelf, which he places on a nearby desk. “Ask away,” He says, flipping through pages of the book.

“Wh—“ “What’s a nephalem?” I interrupt Conner, he elbows me. I elbow him back.

“A nephalem is a creature made of both angelic and demonic energy. In turn, it shares traits of both angels and demons.” Mr. G frowns, closing the book and putting it back on the shelf.

“Demonic, energy?” Conner questions.

“Oh,” Mr. G turns to us. “You guys really don’t know anything do you?”

We shake our heads.

Mr. G sighs, rubbing his brow before readjusting his glasses. “I would’ve expected Sampson to at least tell you something… Well, no worries.” He clears his throat. “I can teach you everything you need to know.”

“Ok, but, how do you know all of this stuff?” Conner glares. He was rightfully suspicious y’know.

Mr. G shrugs. “I’m a cambion, a lesser cambion. But a cambion nonetheless.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. (I love that stupid rhyme.)

“What is a cambion??” Conner shouts, becoming visibly annoyed. He had every right to be, but perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to yell at the one person willing to help us… I beg to differ, you get em Conner.

Luckily, Mr. G was unbothered. “A cambion is a being that is half human, half demon. They have a lot less demonic energy than a demon does, and in place of it they have neutral energy.”

“So long story short,” I begin slowly, “You’re a demon?”

Mr. G nods, “As is your Uncle.”

Conner scoffs, “Our Uncle is a demon?”

“Cambion,” Mr. G corrects, “but as Adam stated. It’s essentially the same thing.”

And now I’m confused. In retrospect, it all made sense. The whole, demon-human logic or whatever. That’s not what confused me. What did, was how we could’ve gone our entire lives not knowing our Uncle was a demon?? I have so many questions, too many questions. I don’t even know where to start or what to do or, hell, maybe this is some sort of elaborate dream. I hope this is a dream because this is just too much and it’s way too weird—

Conner taps me on the shoulder. “You alright Adam?”

I nod quickly. I guess my anxiety was getting ahead of me. Ya think?

“I know this is a lot to take in.” Mr. G starts, as if he were reading my mind. Can he read my mind? Maybe it’s best not to think about that, wait, if he’s reading my mind he would say something about it right? Hey, Mr. G! You reading my mind? I’m thankful that there are few demons with telepathy.

“So I have a little gift to help you out.” Oh no not more gifts, this is worse than mind reading, what if it does something more crazy than those stupid necklaces?? Pftttt, those stupid necklaces? There’s so much more worse shit than those things.

Mr. G pulls a dusty book off his bookshelf, holding it out to us. The cover reads, “The Legend of Demons and Angels.” I take the book from him—surprisingly, it’s not heavy at all. Yk how past me was talking about superpowers earlier? Yeah. Super strength comes in handy.

“That book has most of the information you need to know,” Mr. G continues, “But if you have any other questions, I’m always available.” He smiles, it seems genuine. Again, really? Here we go: LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE.

I think I’m gonna like this teacher. No, no we are not. (Ok maybe for a little bit but I don’t wanna think about that.)

“Great! Thanks Mr. G.” Conner grabs my arm, pulling me towards the door. “Goodbye!” He drags us both into the hall, I jerk my arm from his grasp.

“Conner what was that for!?”

Conner scoffs, “I don’t trust him Adam. We go to get answers and we just get homework.” +3 points to Conner for trying to talk sense into past me.

I roll my eyes in turn, “You just don’t want to read.” Conner did just not want to read though… +3 points to me?

“I never said that—“

“It’s implied.” I interrupt him. “Besides, he’s giving us some answers. That’s better than what Uncle Sam did.”

Conner sighs dramatically. “Fine, let’s just get to lunch.” He turns, walking down the hall. I hesitate, there’s a lot to this. Probably way too much for me to fully comprehend, but there’s one thing I can do.

“Wait, Conner!”

Conner stops, turning around, “What?”

“Well,” I pause, “Are we going to tell Lily and Brice?”

“No!” Conner exclaims, “We aren’t telling anyone Adam. We can’t risk it.”

I sigh, “Alright.” Before following after him.

Hopefully Conner will warm up to telling them at some point. I can’t go very long without at least telling Lily about this, she’s my best friend. I tell her everything. Oh I remember this, oh yeah, that was a fun conversation…

Next Part >:D

[rumrumgoose]

I am fully aware that no one will probably read this but I really just needed to get this out so tumblr it is:

I will title this

My journey through fan fiction that spans 18 years and a sexuality crisis

I was a weird kid, I had gone to catholic school at the beginning of my elementary years and then moved to public school when my mom got a job as an elementary teacher. I didn’t know how to dress because I had worn a uniform before then and I didn’t know how to act in a not strict environment.

I found solace in books, we had a program at my school where you would read a book and then take a test on it and earn points for passing the test. The bigger the book, the more points you got. Naturally as this was 2004 Harry Potter was very popular, and they were the books that got you the most points as they were larger. I read the first one and was hooked, this world was amazing, I was at my bookstore the night the half blood prince and deathly hollows came out. I devoured the books, and then I devoured them again, and again.

Eventually in the summer between 5th and 6th grade (so 2006) I discovered fan fiction. I was HOOKED, now not only did I get to have basically unlimited access to my favorite characters, I got to read about them in different ways than JK put them. Fan fiction was…unhinged back then to say the least. I was more into the golden trio and I wasn’t really into romance stories as I was 12 but I can distinctly remember wolfstar (that’s not what they were called back then it was like SS something or other) being in the background of A LOT of stories I read and liking it but also not caring cause I just wanted the adventure as a 12 year old does.

I fell into this rabbit hole and would be reading fan fiction at an alarming rate for a person my age, but I was weird and being bullied and was DEFINITELY struggling with my sexuality so it was my way to escape. I stayed firmly in fan fics until I went to high school, at the end I was definitely reading “slash” fics and they were definitely not straight but I was riding the denial train hard.

When I went to high school it was 2009 and “hipster” was cool, my weirdness combined with becoming “hot” granted me way less bullying. I started to get friends so I dropped the “weird” Harry Potter obsession and let myself slowly combust with a sexuality crisis that spanned a good 12 years. I would dabble in fan fiction many times from the ages of 15-26 but I really got into a couple weeks after my 27th birthday.

I was, well, I was actively dying. I was so mentally ill I wasn’t really functioning. I was in a horrible marriage (to a man, if you haven’t caught my subtle hints I’m a lesbian) I had nothing of my own, no autonomy and I just didn’t want to be here anymore.

I fell into reading all the young dudes (I know, I know) because of a TikTok I had seen with someone saying they loved reading Marauders fics because it’s easy to take a step back from JK when reading them. To say I was hooked is an understatement.

When I started reading it I didn’t know about tags or even how to work AO3 so I didn’t realize it was a wolfstar fic, when they kissed on the mouth I was like 😱. Sometimes I wish I could relive that moment again because I was an idiot. I was hooked though and thus began an insane journey into discovering that queer love can actually be amazing, that I can leave my husband and survive, and taking your mental health meds is a super good idea.

I have been through a journey and am about to turn 29 on Saturday, so almost 2 years later I need to just thank everyone in the community for your words that saved me. I am now obsessed with wolfstar, I don’t know what I would do with out you guys. I’m trying to be more active in the fandom but I thought I would get my story into the world even if no one sees it! 💕

[annisrealandsoami]

Howdy, I haven’t slept and I have been reading old fanfiction

Now, I’m going to talk about why I’m still confused about my sexuality. 6th grade fucked up everything. Middle school can suck a dick. There was a girl. She was taller, nice, and had fluffy long hair. I think I was half way in love with her.

I had friends(I think), but for some reason, this girl felt like she was more. She listened to me. I don’t why that so important, but it was. This really cool pretty person was actually listening to my nonsense.

So yeah, I came to the obvious conclusion that I liked girls. Other things happened to only confirm my original conclusion. Yet, I don’t know how to be in relationship.

I dated a girl, for a couple months. Mostly online.

We didn’t talk much, but I did feel something I guess. But when it came to seeing her again, I realized that I don’t think it was strong enough to be in a relationship for. So I broke up with her.

I don’t feel strongly enough to get in relationships with people. That’s my theory. I don’t want to accidentally lead someone on. I don’t want to hurt someone because I can’t human.

I knew one thing for certain: I’m asexual for sure. I’m just not 100% on the idea of no romantic relationships. Because in theory, those sound really nice, I just don’t know if I could ever get in a place where that was an option.

People are really hard. Im not great at the whole thing. Im either way too quiet/monotone or I end up coming off completely deranged/mean.

I just don’t know how to get better. I don’t know if I even can. I don’t think I could ever be in a relationship where it could be exactly what I need. Sometimes I think I’m just lonely and this just me expressing it. That instead of romance, I could deal with a live in friend who cares about me. That sounds nice.

But yeah I haven’t slept and I might totally be crying.

[toxictrannyfreak]

To be fair she’s 14

Azula: "Trust is for fools"

Also Azula: *trusts people*

The limits of her cognitive abilities are truly beyond anything we've ever seen before

[not-alien-girl-v]

can you write something were tate gets jealous when y/n is hanging out with another boy

Summary: Tate being jelly after you go and have fun with your friend who just happens to be a boy. Fluff and angst

Warning: None. Tate says the word slut.

Note: Been away for a while, so sorry. Had writers block and have been aggressively playing The Sims 4. Didn’t proofread this btw and typed it on my phone

It was a warm summer night, and you had spent the entire day at the beach with your friends, a little get together since you had all graduated high school before summer had started. The day was long and sweltering hot, but the evening breeze had cooled you down.

Most of your friends had gone home, all going to work, things normal adults did, which you now were. It was so weird. You never think your close knit group of friends would so easy live adult lives the way you did, yet here you were, surviving.

You did in fact have a job, but it was a Friday night, and you had Saturday off, so you didn’t need to go home early. This just left you and your childhood best friend David walking around the mall with your milkshakes from Shakeshack.

You had met David in 6th grade, as he was your sister’s best friend’s little brother, you were instant friends, with your common interest of the occult and all things dark and strange.

You two walked shoulder to shoulder, clumsy with happiness. “Okay, okay, Joe Biden, smash or pass!?” You asked.

He burst out into laughter. “The president of the United States? Are you kidding me?” He paused. “Young Biden or old Biden?”

“Young Biden, obviously,” you bumped him with your hip causing him to go flying to the side.

“Hmm, smash. He was kinda hot back in the day,” you two suddenly realized you were at his car in the parking garage. “You need a ride home?” He asked you as he climbed into the drivers seat.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you got into the passengers seat and he started the engine.

“Of course not,” he smiled warmly and drove out of the parking garage.

Maybe 20 minutes later you arrived at the house you lived in with your boyfriend, Tate. Sure the house was haunted by his mother and all his dead siblings among various other spirits, but it was cheaper than finding another place, so you decided to look past it when he asked you to move in with him.

“Well, this is me,” you hopped out of the car and stood outside for a moment as David came to say goodbye, climbing out of the car.

“Bye, love you,” he reached in to you him as he spoke these words gently, but you know he meant them in the most platonic way. That was just the kind of relationship you had with David. As with all your other friends, boy or girl, you were all very open with each other

“Love you too, see you next week!” You greeted him goodbye and walked up the driveway to the front door. David drove off before you were inside.

As your hand reached for the door, you barely graced it before it came flying open. There, you came face to face with your boyfriend, Tate, who did not have a very happy expression on his face.

“Oh, good to see you still live here,” he glared and turned on his heel to walk away and disappear up the stairs.

“Tate? Where are you going baby?” You shouted to him. You heard him slam your bedroom door in response.

You sighed, knowing you’d have to talk to him about this. But first, you took off your shoes, took a brief shower to wash the sand off your skin and out of your hair, and grabbed the milkshake you had gotten him from the restaurant.

You knocked softly on the door. No response. You opened it anyway, knowing he would never lock the door on you, despite how upset he gets.

You came in to find that he lay on your bed alone, listening to music. You came closer and sat down next to his legs. Placing a hand on his thigh, you got his attention.

“What,” he spat, temporarily taking out his earbud to address you.

“I’m sorry I was out all day,” you reached to the bed stand, “here’s a shake I got for you. It’s chocolate, your favorite.”

He still seemed angry but he did a quick motion of his head, meaning for you to come lay next to him, yet it was so brief you almost missed it had you not been staring intently at him.

You climbed over him to lay down in the empty spot. He took a long sip of his shake as you stared at him more, knowing he was trying to make you uncomfortable in the waiting silence. “Tate, is this about David?”

“David? No, I have no problem at all with you going around and slutting it up,” he sarcastically mumbled before taking another sip.

“Look, you know he’s just my friend. My best friend. He has been for like, ever. Plus, he has a boyfriend. Trust me, he doesn’t like me like that,” you speak truthfully to him from the bottom of your heart, hoping the words mean as much to him as they do from you. “Also, you’re ridiculous. I am not ‘slutting it up.’”

His stern expression softened. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He twisted his body to his right, where you sat. Reaching his left arm out to make contact with your right thigh, he hoisted it over his lap with surprising strength, and settles you on top of him in a straddling position.

His hands both rested softly on the small of your waist. You reached both arms up to connect behind his neck but he beats you to it, as he pulls you in by the waist and wraps both arms firmly around your body, hugging you.

“I’m sorry. I love you.” He spoke muffled into your hair which he had now pulled out of your ponytail. With gentle fingers, he combed through the mess of it, soothing the knots and curls the salt water of the ocean left through it.

“You don’t have to be sorry. If you were always hanging out with some girl all the time, I’d be jealous too. But I trust you, and I know you’d never betray me.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, inadvertently smelling you, and taking in the sweet scent of your signature perfume, salt water, and a tiny bit of burger grease that you had accidentally worked into your hair over dinner. You’re so clumsy, he thought. One thing he truly loved about you.

“I love you,” you ended your conversation with that and allowed yourself to relax in his arms for however long he’d allow you to.

[astronautdinosaur]

My next show is about music and time travel. It's called AM Gold. It opens April 8th at Harman Projects in New York.

Generally speaking, I make paintings about the future, but I've lately found myself looking more backward than forward. Maybe I'm getting older (I'm definitely getting older). Or maybe it's because the last three years have been, to put it as eloquently as I can, massively f*cked up. But I've been time traveling lately. Revisiting old haunts, old friends, old paintings, and old music.

As part of this process of remembering my past, I recreated some long lost playlists from the course of my  life. The top 40 stuff I used to tape off the radio when I was in 6th grade. Hipster blog music from the mid 2000's. Semi-forgotten indie rock from the 90's. 70's soft rock. 90's hip hop which samples 70's soft rock. Brit pop from that time when I thought I wanted to move to London.

As much as anything else, these songs define my life. They're the soundtrack to everything I've ever done. And although I began this journey making playlists to help me document my own personal story, I realize that the songs themselves are as much the subject matter as the memories they inspire.

And so I made a show about music and time travel. I was inspired by the kind of physical artifacts we mostly don't have, don't need, or don't care about anymore: Album covers, CD's, posters, cassette tapes, stereo equipment (with actual knobs), band flyers, zines, photos cut and pasted from magazines, mix tapes shared amongst friends, passed down from cooler older siblings, or made to impress crushes. Of course we now live in a streaming era, and I wouldn't have been able to circle back and find the music which tells the story of my life without it. And so, accompanying this show will be a selection of playlists which I'll post on Spotify. It's an extremely personal list. It's not the best music of the last handful of decades. It runs through a number of incongruous genres. It's definitely not cool. In other words, it's me. AM Gold: the songs from my past, in the present.

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Y/n Coulson: The Story of an Agent’s Daughter

Series Summary: Follow the Journey of one Y/N Coulson, daughter of a beloved S.H.I.E.L.D Agent, and how she meet and grew with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes

Word Count: 573

Warning:  Math, death by childbirth, leave of absence

Series Masterlist

Taglist: @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya

Chapter 1

“Who can solve this equation”

I looked up at the Board in my math class as I wrote down the equation. I hated math class with a passion. It’s not like I wasn’t good at it, it just got boring. Plus 6th-grade math isn’t too fun. I saw my friend Addy peering over my shoulder to see my work.

“Hey!”

“What? I’m stuck and I need help” Addy looked at you with her puppy dog eyes. She has been my best friend since 2nd grade and we have been inseparable ever since. She knew everything about me, including what my dad actually did for a living. My name is Y/N Coulson, daughter of Phil Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D Agent. It has been me and dad since I was born, my mom died in childbirth. because his job was part of a weird agency, it was easier to tell my friends he was a businessman who would work with the government. Which was kind of true. I let Addy look at my paper as she copied down what I was writing when I heard the class phone ring. I didn’t think much of it until I heard my teacher say “Y/N, pack up and head to the office.” I never got called down to the office unless my dad was here to pick me up. Which was weird because I have been on my own for a while because he was on a mission. I got up and started packing my things.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Addy asked, looking at me.

“I have no clue. Maybe my dad got home earlier? I’ll text you once I find out.” I said as I waved goodbye. I made my way down to the office. As I approached it. I saw my dad holding my to-go bag. I had it in case of emergency but it hasn’t been used until now.

“Dad!” I ran up hugging him. He returned the Favor as he kissed the crown of my head.

“Hey waffle,” he said back. I loved waffles when I was in my terrible twos as my dad called it, it was the only thing that made me happy. He kinda took on the nickname since I was one of the only things that made him happy.

“Why do you have my Togo bag?” I said looking at him.

“There is a family emergency and we have to go.” I looked at him like a deer in headlights. Family emergency was the co-word we had for ‘you are coming on a mission with me/the world is going to end’.

“This is a joke, right? Like a drill or something?” I said as he nodded his head at the secretary and started signing the extended leave of absence form.

“I’m afraid not sweetie. We are heading into the quinjet but before that, we have to speak to uncle Tony.” Now don’t get me wrong, I like Tony. Only met him a few times but he was cool. But not uncle Tony vibes. He probably just wanted to let me know I was going to speak to Ironman shortly. My dad handed the secretary the Papers as he took my hand and exited the building.

“How bad is it?” I said looking at dad. He just squeezed my hand in response.

This was going to be a bumpy ride.

[suizaide]

this final post is going to be more personal, more of a reflection than an explanation of sorts. this is also the first time that i’ve been open about myself as a person on here...

when i first started writing fanfiction i was around in 5th or 6th grade. and then i joined tumblr around 9th or 10th grade. it’s been a roller coaster ever since with more fond memories than icky ones, and i’m very grateful for the fun threads and cool people i’ve had the pleasure to write with. i used to have a very dark mindset, and writing was my escape. i got professional help, and slowly my activity on tumblr started to grew more and more distant. dazai was my last “disturbed” muse that i wrote, and that i could escape into. i’ve tried coming back a handful of times, to dazai or to my other muses, but i just can’t.

tumblr as a site has changed a lot since my teenage years, and i have as well. i don’t think about self harm anymore. i don’t need these characters to escape my hell irl anymore. even just typing all this out, being vulnerable, gives me anxiety. but, i don’t feel the need to hide away anymore, and mask with my favorite characters. i don’t have that same mindset as i did when i was a teenager/just becoming an adult to jump on, spend all day here, and rinse and repeat. i have bad days still, but now i have a group of very supportive friends that i can lean on. 

sometimes i do miss writing. and i’ve tried writing on here. but i don’t see it happening anymore. if i were to continue writing, it’d be on ao3. 

i won’t delete my blogs, because looking through them i actually felt proud of myself. there’s been a lot of shit that i’ve overcome, a lot of shit i’m still actively dealing with, but i can say that i did it all on my own. my blogs will be a reminder to myself that i came a very long way. and they’ll be archived into a little corner that’s very personal to me.

happy new year~

[dem0nguy]

The council (me, myself, and I) have decided, I shall post about my way-too-elaborate OC lore!

I’ll likely share this through story snippets, spurts of lore, art, or whatever else comes to me. Regardless, I hope you enjoy something I’ve been crafting for many years in the back of my mind.

Now let me introduce you to a story called:

A Good Demon

Listen, part of me still doesn’t understand everything that’s happened to me over the past couple years. But these journal entries, those that I wrote while it was happening. May be the only accurate recount I can give you.

So much has changed over the years, I’ve lost and gained. I’ve gone from a naïve little boy to a kid who knows too much for his age.

So let my younger self tell you our story:

9/22/19

It’s My Birthday! Wahooo!!!!

Man I’ve been psyched for weeks! I’m turning twelve, and tomorrow I start 6th grade! It’s kinda crazy honestly. I’m not sure if I should be excited, or terrified.

But well, that’s what this journal is for. Writing down my thoughts and worries. As much as I will use it for that, I also wanna be able to look back when I’m older! It’ll be cool to see what future me thinks of present me (I hope future me is doing well!) He’s not, but the notion is nice.

I got a whole bunch of presents today! First off, I got this journal. Which seemed like a lame present at first (especially in comparison to my twin brother’s remote controlled car) but I’m learning to like it. I think… The journal is a marble red-black pattern, with a gold engraving on the front of my name “Adam”.

I also got a bunch of chocolate (my favorite candy!), as well as action figures from my favorite TV show, a few new books, a couple letters with money, and an odd red and blue crystal necklace. Irrelevant as it may be, chocolate is still my favorite candy.

The necklace was a gift from my Uncle Sam. He’s a very, err, interesting guy? I don’t know, he’s very closed off, and doesn’t seem very fond of anything really. But my dad (his twin brother. Isn’t it crazy there are two pairs of twins in this family??) Likes having him around.

My twin, Conner, got a similar necklace. Though it was a little more blue than red. Uncle Sam was very hesitant when giving them to us, almost as though he didn’t want to. It made me wonder if my dad had made him buy these for us.

I’m not ungrateful for his gift. Just, skeptical. He told us to keep the necklaces close by all day and night, that they’re a sign of good luck. Should’ve been more skeptical…

I’m not exactly gonna give up potential good luck. I’ll definitely need it for tomorrow. I’m absolutely terrified that I’m gonna get lost in the big concrete building that is “middle school.” I’ll have more than one teacher a year now, how will I remember them all?? What if I forget and walk into the wrong classroom? God that would be so embarrassing. All the looks from the other students trained on me, I can almost hear their snickering and laughing in my ears!

Even worse, what if I’m stuck in a class with no one I know? What if all my friends and my brother are on completely different sides of the building? What if there’s an emergency?? What would I do? Funny how this was my greatest fear when I was twelve.

I don’t think I can answer any of those questions, just thinking about them shakes me to the core. But, it is nice to write down on paper. Somehow the words are less scary when you can see them.

Hey, maybe this good luck charm will help me after all.

Little did I know it would make my life living hell.

(Part twoooooo :D)

[quijotine]

PIGELLA CAN STEP ON ME ANY TIME OF THE WEEK.

OK BUT THE MIRACUCLASS WAS SO CUTE IN THIS

Mari goes like "who's dora? another one of your imaginary friends like in the 6th grade"

Rose explains Dora is the last name of the dr. that keeps up with her headaches

MARI PUNSSSS

"Send a kiss to mary from me... To the infirMARY"

Hawkmoth akumatizes Juleka basically on the same grounds that had Mari breaking down at the beginning of the seaason and I-

ADRIEN FLUSTERS A LIL BIT AND I--

Adrinette interaction before finding juleka

Mari apologizes for being a clutz and says that she's really worried about juleka and that's why she's all spacey

Adrien says that the things Mari says not always make sense, but they're never cruel, so he understands

The strategies Mari and Adrien use to handle crisis are SO different and SO interesting and I'm def gonna be ranting abt this.

So as you all can tell, Rose used to have a bad illness when she was younger and Juleka is scared that she might fall ill again. She doesn't want the others to treat her differently and so the miracuclass promises they'll keep their cool

Spoiler alert, THEY DON'T, lol

Adrien tells Juleka that he understands why she kept the secret but that it is not necessary to do it anymore because it's better to talk about these things instead of dealing with them alone (SUPER ROUGH TRANSLATION)

That's when mari says "That's what friends are for"

Also the miracuclass just having absolutely no chill ahahahaha THEY ARE SO CUTE THEY GIVE ME SO MUCH LIFEEEE

GUYS ROSE DOESN'T NEED THAT MANY APPLESSSS

Also the WAY Rose is literally MEANT to be a miraculous holder ahfakfhakjdagh

Rose says that Juleka shouldn't feel guilty, it's her fault she kept the secret. So she says she will clear everything out so that everyone stops treating her like she's made of glass

"I never told you because it's not the problems that matter, it's (how you overcome them). I always want to be that Rose, I want to be able to joke with you guys. I don't want you to worry about me because there's no one happier than me, alright?"

"See? I told you everything would be alright"

THE WAY ADRIEN IS TRYING TO KEEP EVERYONE UNDER CONTROL WHILE MARINETTE IS THE ONE INCITING EVERYONE AHAHAH

Mrs. Mendeleiev really said "I'm a science teacher, not a super hero" lol lady WHO HURT YOU.

Ivan: Everyone was captured because of me

Nino: I CAN'T HELP MY BEST FRIEND CONFRONT HIS FATHER

EXCUSE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Chat: Oh, Nino.... This is all our fault. If we had defeated Shadowmoth already they wouldn't be here.

LB: Oh no, this can't be happening

Chat: Cataclysm :))))

BOY R EALLY WAS GONNA KILL HIMSELFFF HELPPPP

Lb: You are right we couldn't defeat such a powerful akuma and sentimonster alone

Rose: This was all my fault, I shouldn't have told Juleka, I am a bad friend... No. I shouldn't think this way. It's good that I told her, they are my friends.

LB @ CN: Chat Noir think positive! You're the best partner anyone could have!

CN: You really think so?

LB: Yes! I know I don't always say it, but I could never do the things I do without you! Besides, it would be a lot less fun to be Ladybug without you!

CN: That's meowrvelus m'lady! I have to say you are also perfect, m'lady.

Rose has the power of joy/positivity

OF COURSE SHE DOES SHE IS THE BESTTTT

PIGELLA COULD STEP ON ME AND I'D CRY OF JOY

The power word is "Gift" and Juleka's biggest wish is to see everyone treat Rose normally

sgjkahgakj I AM CRY

IGHAG I NEED A FUCKING MOMENT OK

CN: Aren't you going to follow her to get the miraculous back, m'lady?

LB: She already did

CN: That girl is amazing!

LB: She didn't need a miraculous to be a heroine

Marinette: You're going to get your cushion for your birthday, you'll have to wait like everyone else. What? she's not made of glass.

Rose: Oh no, this is going to make me faint, can someone take me to the infirmary??

Chloe: Why does no one laugh when I complain?/when i insult (something like this)

Adrien: Because in your case, you always mean it

Chloe: true.

WE LOVE A SASSY KINGGG AOHFAHGAIHGIA @sugarcube-stinkysock @pegasus-anarchy @sketchy-panda @thesquipproject @inimoo @unreliable-trash @sparklylovegiverYOU ARE SERVED MY QUEENS

AND I AM AN IDIOT BC I POSTED THIS ON THE WRONG BLOG

[fayemarvels]

Backseat rider

Peter Parker x fem!reader (She/her)

Inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9lOKWFG54

I tried to write this in the second person so please tell me how you like it.

Summary: Inspired by the wonderful song Backseat Rider by Sara Kays, with my little twist on it, and with a happy ending.

You and Peter have been friends for a long time, and he promised you the first ride in his car. When you come back from your Europe trip, MJ is sitting in the passenger side. The fact that you are in love with him doesn't really help.

Or: Peter promised you a ride in his car and his stupid plan fails because he is jealous.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bad writing, grammatical mistakes,

Word count: 5.1k

English isn't my first language so please don't mind the grammar and sentence structure mistakes and stuff. If you have any suggestions on how to improve my writing, please let me know.

! Please don't repost my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you!

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9. September 2013

It was the first day of school and you were standing at a bus stop just a few blocks from your new apartment. You and your parents just moved to queens and you were starting in a new school.

With your new schoolbag which you got for your 12th birthday just 3 days ago slung over your shoulders, you tapped your foot nervously against the concrete under your newly polished shoes.

You were so excited to start 6th grade in a new school, away from the people in your old one. You were always a shy kid and some of the kids from your previous school picked on you just because of that.

The school became hell and you started making excuses as to why not to go in. At first, your parents were annoyed thinking you were just lazy. But you later opened up about your struggles and they started to take action.

But before much happened, one of your parents got a job opportunity in Queens, New York, and without much thinking, took it. When you left the school, you felt like you could finally breathe. A huge boulder fell off your shoulders and you were so excited to find some new friends and meet new people. To get a new start.

Due to the traffic, the bus came with a 7 minutes delay. And as the bus rounded the corner to arrive at the bus stop, a frazzled-looking boy came crashing into you.

Before you could crash to the ground, he caught your hand and pulled you towards him in an effort to save you from crashing into the hard ground.

“I am so so sorry, I didn’t mean to I fell asleep and burned my toast and spilled toothpaste on my shirt, and ” he took a deep breath before he continued with his rambling.

“Oh god I am so sorry, I’m rambling” He scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, truly. But I would really appreciate it if you let me go.” You said quietly and the boy’s eyes widened in horror.

“Sorry, sorry” he kept apologizing and mumbling underneath his breath.

“Please stop apologizing, nothing much happened,” You laughed lightly and he breathed out in relief.

“I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Parker,” he introduced himself more calmly. Now, that he wasn’t rambling and frantically running his hands through his hair, you could finally focus on his features. He was slightly shorter than you, with curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that were still tinted with sleep.

“Nice to meet you Peter my name is (Y/N) (L/N).” You introduced yourself and you stepped together into the bus. You looked around for two places to sit, preferably together.

“There,” Peter pointed to the back of the bus. You pushed through the crowd of people standing and made it to the seats. Peter let you sit beside the window and sat beside you.

“The public transport in new york is so horrible,” Peter whined and you raised your eyebrow.

“Is it? I just moved in like 2 weeks ago so I didn’t have much time to explore.”

“Oh, so this is your first day of a new school.” His eyes widened in realization and you nodded.

“What school are you going into?” He asked and you could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Palm tree elementary school.” You answered and Peter jumped in his seat.

“Oh my, me too, that’s so exciting, Ned will be so happy,” he squealed you smiled widely.

You talked the rest of the ride to your stop, and through the short walk to your school. This boy might just make this school much more exciting than you thought.

20. August 2019

“Okay, just wait for me outside of your apartment building I’ll come and pick you up,” Peter said into the phone and you hummed in acknowledgment.

“Okay Petey, I’ll be waiting, I missed you so much throughout the summer, I’m sorry I didn’t call” you apologized feeling guilty.

“It’s okay, I get it, I was the one to suggest it. Okay, I’m leaving, I’ll be at yours in about 10 minutes. ”

You and your family went to Europe for the majority of summer. You tried to keep in contact but of course, it was hard the time difference made it very difficult to find a time where you both can call and don’t lose sleep.

The first person to stop trying was Peter. On a rare call one night, he informed you that he didn’t want you to lose sleep just because you wanted to talk to him

“Don’t worry, you’ll tell me everything when you get back, just don’t forget to bring me souvenirs.” Peter teased and you laughed sadly. You missed him so much and the heavy feeling in your heart wouldn’t go away.

“Okay, just prepare yourself because I’ve gotten you a souvenir from every single location we went to.” You sniffled.

“Hey, don’t cry, everything will be alright nothing will change I promise.”

10 minutes later, Peter pulled up to your parking lot and your heart skipped a beat. Your smile widened and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. This was the first time you saw Peter after a month and a half. You returned from Europe only 4 days ago so you used that time to get rid of the jet lag.

Your smile dropped when you saw a shadow sitting on the passenger side. You shook your head and moved closer to the car. Peter stepped out of the car and you flung your arms around him. He tensed for a bit before he wrapped you up in his arms and breathed in your scent.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea,” he mumbled into your neck and you pressed your lips into his hair.

“I missed you too, for the last two weeks, my parents were a pain in the ass,” you complained and Peter laughed. Then he got serious.

“Well, at least you have parents.”

“...”

“I’m just kidding, don’t worry bug,” he giggled and you hit his shoulder lightly.

“I hate these jokes,” you complained.

“I know, that’s why I make them.” He giggled and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay. C’mon, I have my classmate MJ here, I wanted to introduce you two he stepped away and you wrapped yourself around yourself.”

Peter opened the back door for you and you thanked him. When you got into the car he closed the door behind you and quickly got into the driver seat.

“So MJ, this is (Y/N). Bug, this is MJ.” He introduced you two and you waved awkwardly.

“Hi, I heard about you so much, is so nice to meet you.” MJ greeted and you smiled.

“I would like to say the same but Peter has never talked of you,” you scratched your neck shyly and MJ waved her hand.

“It’s fine, me and Peter only started hanging out about 3 weeks ago, but we’ve gotten a lot closer.” She explained and you nodded.

“So, Peter told me you are in an art school,” Mj started and you shuffled to the edge of your seat so you could hear better.

“Yeah, I do interior design, color pallets, and furniture designs.” You explained and MJ nodded her head.

“That sounds really cool, you’ll be the first I’ll contact when I’m furnishing my house” MJ laughed and you giggled.

“Yeah sure, just give me a call,”

But then, it got quiet. You just relaxed against the seat behind you and closed your eyes for a few moments.

“So, I saw the star wars movies the other day, it was so good,” MJ exclaimed and Peter laughed out loud.

“I tried to get this lady into it but she hated it. The same with star trek.” Peter said, pointing at you.

“Yeah, I hate it so much,” you chimed in but they didn’t respond. They just continued laughing and talking without you. You couldn’t help but think that they looked so much like the two of you looked when you talked about both of your favorite things.

----

MJ sat in the passenger seat for the next five weeks. When you traveled to school, from school, or even during the weekends.

She was there every single time Peter came to pick you up. And to be honest, it hurt just a bit more every single time you saw her sitting in the front seat of his car.

-----

You and Peter were supposed to go to see the new astronomical exhibition today. You were getting ready in your room when your eyes drifted over a framed picture on your vanity table. It was taken last summer, before he got his car, before MJ. You had taken it with your Kodak disposable camera in a parking lot in front of your local Target. You remember it like it was yesterday.

21. July 2018

It was around 10 p.m. when you and Peter left the target with a plastic bag of candy and a brand new disposable camera that you found in the sale aisle. You tore the safety tape away from the box and pulled out the instruction manual.

“I’m so excited; I’ve never had any of these.” You exclaimed and Peter chuckled at your happy face, threw his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you in closer to him.

“You are going to love it, it’s so fun. Especially because you have no idea how the photos are gonna turn out.” He smiled and you nodded.

“I always watch the tiktoks of people’s reactions to the developed photos, and they always look so happy, I want to try it.” you declared and pulled the camera out of the box.

“First things first bug, just a quick info, you need a lot of lightning for the photos to turn out good,” Peter explained and you waved your hand mindlessly, messing around with your temporary camera.

You quickly pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. You put the phone on the ground in front of him and he looked at you puzzled.

“Will you do me a favor and be the first photo on this camera’s film?” You asked him and Peter nodded, acting very posh and snobby.

“It would be an honor, my lady,” he faked a bow and you burst out laughing.

“Okay smile for me,” you giggled and Peter smiled widely. He was so beautiful. Hair messy, and a hoodie a little too big on his body, with the long sleeves making cute sweater paws.

“Come onnn take the picture so we can eat the sweets,” Peter whined and you quickly snapped the picture of him. He bent down, took your phone from the ground, and turned off the flashlight.

“Come on I even got us and your fuzzy socks so your toes won’t get cold,” he said and you hugged him from behind.

“you are the best, you know that?” you mumbled and he shrugged.

“Might’ve mentioned it a few times before” You let him go and he pulled out the blanket from his backpack.

“Come on let’s sit here,” he pulled you towards the curb a few feet away from the spot you were standing at. He sat down, wrapped his arms around your legs, and rested his face on your stomach.

“Let’s sit here and eat all these delicious candies” he looked at you with wide eyes and you dragged your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“Okay Doll, let’s do this,” you teased and he blushed hard.

“Stoop you know I blush when you call me that,” he complained and you laughed softly. You gently unwrapped his arms from your legs and sat down next to him.

“So, let dig in,” you rubbed your palms together and he put the bag between you two.

“I want the Reese’s,” you said and Peter handed them to you.

----

“Smiile,” you smushed your cheek against Peter’s and he smiled into the camera. The flash had gone off and you smiled to yourself.

“I bet this one’s gonna be so good.” He said and you nodded.

“So, as I was saying, May told me that she wants to buy me a car for my 18th birthday. I don’t know how she wants to do that but I’m not complaining.” Peter gushed and you wrapped your arms around his middle.

“I’m so happy for you, you deserve it.” You smiled and Peter continued.

“I want to take you on a road trip when we finish school. All around the US. From New York to L.A,” he looked at you hopefully and you smiled at him widely.

“That sounds so good, we can go to grand canyon and Zion and so much more, Oh my God, we will need so much more of these disposable cameras. Peter, we need so much food and tents and sleeping bags and maps.” You took a deep breath before you continued.

“We should make a checklist, we should start preparing, Peter why are we sitting here?” you asked and Peter gently shushed you by putting his pointer finger on your lips.

“We still have 2 years bug, no need to overthink it, everything is gonna be fine.” He assured you and you nodded.

“Come here,” he pulled you towards him and your head landed on his chest. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent.

----

You were pulled back to reality when your phone rang. It was Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), we are nearly here, only about 4 minutes.” He informed and your breath got stuck in your throat. ‘WE’. MJ is coming with you. He didn’t ask, he didn’t inform you beforehand. He just invited her.

“Ummm Pete I’m suddenly not feeling very well, I think I should go and lay down, maybe you should go alone,” you mumbled and he hummed.

“Okay, get better alright? We can go somewhere tomorrow.” He suggested and you hummed in agreement, as you couldn’t do anything else without breaking down.

“Okay (Y/N) goodnight, get well soon. I’ll see you tomorrow” He didn’t wait for your response before he hung up.

You stared at the phone as the tears cascaded down your cheeks and you put no effort into stopping them. You slowly wiped off the makeup you put on just a few moments prior and threw out the cotton pad.

You stood up from your vanity and moved over to your bed. You couldn’t understand it. What have you done wrong? Just a few months prior, Peter would drop everything to be with you when you weren’t feeling that well. Now, he didn’t even ask what was wrong.

You cursed yourself as you tried to keep your sobs at bay. You lost him and it was all your fault. If you called more often or at least texted and kept in contact during the summer, everything would be fine. He wouldn’t be in his car with someone else but with you. But the more you thought about it the more your mind betrayed you,

‘Wait, he was the one to suggest that you two would stop the contact, did he get tired of you? Did he want to get rid of you? Is he sending signals by hanging out with MJ every single time they should be hanging out alone?’ the thoughts in your brain were running around before they suddenly stopped.

“He didn’t call me bug,” you realized. He always called you bug, never (Y/N). He only called you that when he was annoyed or angry with you. You started thinking back to every single hangout you had in the past 5 weeks to see if you could stumble upon a memory where you angered or annoyed him. Nothing.

Your shoulders sagged and you put your face in your hands.

“What should I do now,” you asked yourself as you tried to remain calm and not to let any more sobs out. As you looked around your room, slowly calming down, you saw a piece of Peter’s hoodie peeking out from your closet. In a rage of fury, sadness, and anger, you quickly gathered every single piece of clothing Peter ever gave you and put them in a cardboard box.

Taking out a piece of paper, you took your favorite pen and started writing a little note for your now ‘ex’ best friend.

Dear Peter, returning your clothes, maybe you can give them to MJ, now that she is your best friend and you don’t care about me. Could’ve at least told me you didn’t want me in your life anymore, instead of sending mixed signals and hurting me by that. Fuck you. – Love, (Y/N)

You signed it with fury coursing through your veins and closed the box with duct tape. You swiped the stray tears that fell down your cheeks and threw on a hoodie.

“Going out for a few minutes!” you shouted to your parents and closed the door, before hearing their response. After putting the hood up, you opened the window to the fire escape and you threw your legs over the window sill, taking the full cardboard box with you.

“Let’s do this,” you mumbled to yourself and dropped down to the ground.

----

The walk to Peter’s apartment didn’t take long, only about 10 minutes. But the walk felt so much longer this time, maybe because this would probably be the last time you would ever make it. You started tearing up just at that thought. You didn’t think this is how it would end. Six years of friendship ended just because you were too annoying. You shook your head and continued walking; you couldn’t afford to burst into tears in the middle of the road.

You stopped in front of Peter’s apartment and let out a shaky breath. This is it. You knew May would be at work, so you let yourself in with the key, underneath their doormat. You stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind you. You rushed into Peter’s room and threw the box on his bed. You didn’t want to linger around and experience the pain of remembering all of the memories you and Peter shared in this room.

You looked around one more time, and your eyes watered when you saw your favorite t-shirt thrown over his chair. You really wanted to take it but decided to against it. ‘He can do whatever he wants’ you thought and closed the door behind you.

The walk from his apartment wasn’t much better. But it was a bit shorter than the one before. You hadn’t had much time to think this time. You just came out of his building and in a few seconds, you were laying in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Now, that you calmed down a bit and your head cleared, you laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, face blank of any emotion. You got pulled back into reality by your phone vibrating. You sat up and moved the phone closer to your face. It was Peter.

You had 6 missed calls and 26 unread messages from the curly-haired boy. But you decided to ignore them and turned on the airplane mode. You curled up into a ball and snuggled up into your fluffy blanket. It was going to get better, you will get better, the pain will subdue, the anger will not.

You were so damn angry at him. How could he do this to you, string you along when he doesn’t want you in his life anymore? Letting a few tears slip, you let your eyelids droop and let your mind wander into the darkness of sleep.

----

“I don’t understand, what does she mean by a new best friend? What does she mean by not want her in my life anymore?” Peter asked as he paced around his room, with your note crumpled up in his right hand.

“I think you did the opposite of what you wanted to do you know?” MJ interrupted him and he looked at her horrified.

“This is all my fault, I’m the reason she feels like this,” he mumbled and continued pacing in circles.

“Remind me why you wanted to do this again?” MJ scoffed and Peter stopped to think.

“To make her jealous,” he mumbled and MJ stood up and hit him across the forehead with a rolled-up engineering magazine she found randomly thrown under his pillow.

“You are so stupid, Peter. And I can’t believe I helped you. But at least I got the cute girl’s number,” she mumbled the last part and Peter ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

“I fucked up,” he announced and MJ glared at him.

“Yeah, no shit genius. Remind me how this started again. In detail and soak in just how stupid you are,” she growled out and he got lost in the painful memory.

----

It was around 3 weeks after his best friend left for Europe, he was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when he saw a photo she posted just 4 hours ago. He went to like it but his thumb froze before he could double-tap. It was a photo of her smiling, looking as beautiful as ever, on a beach with a sunset behind her. But it wasn’t her that made him freeze, it was the boy that was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She was grinning at him, her smile shining brighter than all of the stars in the night sky.

“Who the fuck are you?” Peter mumbled to himself as he looked over more of the photos in the post. As he scrolled, the pair of them only grew closer on the pictures. Them sharing a meal, them in the sea, them on a carnival with a huge green teddy bear in her arms. Just from the last picture, it was clear that the boy won the plushie in one of those shitty scam carnival games Peter couldn’t play even if he really wanted to.

But what really got him, was the post from her private Instagram, the boy from the previous photos was kissing her on the corner of her mouth. Tears gathered up in his eyes as he exited the app and ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

‘Could she have a boyfriend? But she didn’t tell me,’ his breathing got quicker and he had a sudden urge to puke. Before he could stop himself, he opened his contacts app and scrolled to find MJ’s phone number, she could help him.

“Hey, I know this is a lot to ask but I need you to help me make my best friend jealous.” Those words came from his mouth before he could even think about them.

----

“I told you before you started with this stupid plan of yours that it won’t work out,” MJ snapped him out of his mind. Peter stared into the distance before he snapped out of it.

“I need to go and see her, I need to explain,” Peter rushed out before MJ stopped him.

“You need to give her some time, she wouldn’t want to see you, and only get angry or even more upset.” She explained and Peter nodded in understatement.

“You are right, I will let her cool off for a week, and then talk to her,” Peter concluded. MJ blinked in surprise.

“Are you sure you want to give her a week? I was thinking more like 2 days, not 7,” MJ said cautiously and Peter huffed out angrily.

“God, why are you so cryptic, why can’t you just tell me and help,”

“Because this is your relationship, that is on line, not mine. And you want me to solve this for you,” MJ raised her voice and Peter rolled his eyes.

“God, this is useless” he mumbled and the girl in front of him scoffed.

“I can just leave if that’s what you want,” She stood up to leave but Peter grabbed her forearm gently.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just really anxious and I want to see her. But you are right, I shouldn’t leave her without explanation for such a long period of time,” Peter apologized and MJ nodded.

“I need to go, mum wants to watch this new movie she saw in Target, I’ll text you okay?”

“Okay bye, enjoy the movie,” Peter mumbled and MJ walked out of his room.

“Great Parker, just great,” he mumbled to himself as he watched her leave through his window.

----

2 days later

Peter was standing in front of your school, waiting for you to finish. The last two days have been torture for him and he couldn’t wait to talk to you. When he heard the bell ring on the inside of the building, he stood up from the bench he was sitting on and moved closer to the main entrance, just a precaution and so he wouldn’t miss you walking out.

He started to get worried when he didn’t see you walk out even after 15 minutes.

‘Maybe they had some science lab and are cleaning up or something he thought to himself to calm down a bit. Then, he saw one of your friends, Bee, walk out and he waved at them.

“Hey, she isn’t here today,” Bee said to Peter. He only frowned. That’s weird.

“Okay, thanks Bee, do you think she could be at home? Is she sick?” Peter asked and Bee frowned at him.

“I thought you were best friends, you don’t know where she is?” Bee asked him and Peter looked down looking very guilty.

“We had a fight,” he mumbled and Bee scoffed.

“Well, I guess you fucked up pretty bad because she never misses school.”

“I know, I fucked up and I hurt her, but I just want to make it better, I gave her time to cool off and now, I need to apologize,” Peter explained and Bee nodded their head.

“Okay Parker, last chance, if you hurt her to this extent ever again, I’ll kick you in the balls.” Bee threatened and Peter nodded.

“Don’t worry, this is the first and last time this has ever happened, won’t hurt her ever again, I promise,” Peter said and Bee could tell his words were genuine.

“Fine Parker go, and if she is not at school tomorrow, you are a dead man, I’m telling you that right now.”

“Don’t worry Bee, I’m going to make this right,” Peter promised as he walked away from your school.

----

“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Your mom called out and you looked from under your blanket. You couldn’t function correctly for the past few days, the loss of your best friend being too much to bear.

“Tell them to go away please,” you mumbled and she shook her head sadly. You stopped crying a while ago, no tears left in your body.

You heard a gentle knock on your door.

“Hey bug,” You whipped your head towards the voice, and the tears you thought ran out, welled up in your eyes. He was there, even after he exchanged you for someone else.

“Pete,” you whispered and he quickly walked towards you and sat on your bed. You threw yourself into his arms but then quickly pulled back and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and Peter shook his head.

“I came to apologize, I hurt you by my actions and made you think something, that isn’t true at all,” he explained and you tilted your head, reminding Peter of a cute, confused puppy.

“I will just tell you the truth, and hope you will be able to forgive me.”

“I was jealous. It’s simple as that, and now that I’ve said it out loud, it sounds so stupid.” He took a deep breath and slowly tangled his fingers in yours.

“The truth is, I have feelings for you. You know what? Scratch that, I’m in love with you and have been for a long time. When I saw you with the guy in Europe, being all cute and sweet together, I just lost it.” He confessed and looked up to see your face. You had an unreadable expression on your face.

“Fuck, he even got you a huge teddy bear from the carnival scam games, I could never do that for you, and I know you love that corny stuff.” He said with a shaky voice and could feel the tears push into his eyes.

“I wanted to make you jealous, but I hurt you instead and that hurts me even more than seeing you with that boy.” He said and then kneeled on the floor beside your bed. He took your other hand into his and kissed your knuckles gently.

“I’m so sorry Bug, please forgive me,” he begged as he put his forehead against your hand. The tears that gathered in his eyes flowed freely down his perfect face and it hurt you to see him like this. You took your hand away from his and you could see the quick flash of pain on his face. You caught one tear with your finger and whispered.

“Please don’t cry, I’m going to cry too,” he quickly looked up and smiled sadly, when he saw your sunken and tired face.

“I forgive you, Peter.” You said with a crack in your voice.

“And you know, it actually worked out, I was so jealous when I saw you with her.” You confessed.

“I love you too Peter, I always have” you whispered and Peter’s face lit up with joy.

“You, do?” He asked and you nodded with a slight smile on your face.

“I do, so so much,” You caressed his cheek, shuffled closer to him, and kissed him on the forehead.

“Come here and lay with me,” you demanded and Peter chuckled.

“Well, what my lovebug wants, she gets.” Peter teased and you hid your face in the blanket.

“I kinda like it,” you whispered shyly and Peter laughed lightly.

“Scoot over love, let me lay with you.” You shuffled over and Peter slipped under your blanket. He laid down and slowly maneuvered your body, to lay comfortably on his chest.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow, we’ll work it out, I promise.” You mumbled and Peter nodded and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, Peter”

“I love you my Bug,” It was quiet for a bit before Peter spoke once again.

“So, who was the boy in the photos?”

“PETER!”

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I'm sorry I kind of disappeared for two months, but I had an extreme case of writer's block, but I am back. But I still have no ideas so if you have any ideas, I would be forever thankful if you pitched them to me.

I would also like to thank you for 97 followers, it's unbelievable.

I would really appreciate it if you gave me some feedback and told me what I can change.

Thanks for reading

- Faye xxx

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TRICKS OF LIFE — STEVE HARRINGTON

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢𝐢. — 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠?

Tags: @itsnottilly

Summary : after the troubling interrogation, Y/N sets back off, possibly created contact with an ex-friend, a bully, a douche bag. Learning the conflict and grudges, tension is brought to them.

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“Y/N, Y/N. Y/N!” A shout flickered the girl back to the futile, cold office, accompanied by the principal, chief, and the officer, who seemed slightly worried about the girl who seemed to have dozed off into the abundance of memories and thoughts overflowing her own emotions, a sense of guilt welling up on her, “Are you listening?”

Her eyes blinked, watching the concerned adults, who were looking back at her. She shakes her head, her brittle hair moving from side to side, trying her best to hold back tears, not wanting to know of the possibilities of Will not being safe. Remembering a bit of the event that carried on last night, she spoke forward, “I-I only remember leaving early, since I had to be home by six. Will was with the party, so I don’t know much from there.”

Callahan cleared his throat, taking the seat next to her, “Do you know what street he usually takes to go home?”

”Mirkwood,” Y/N fixes her jacket, watching her dad rolls his eyes, remembering the fuss the party made while they interrogated them about a few hours ago. She looks around, the diplomas displayed on the back, tears slightly welled up in her E/C eyes, feeling a pit in her stomach, “I-I’m sorry. Is there any way I could help?”

She snapped.

Heavy streams of tears dropped onto her pale cheeks, now one of her responsibilities of whom she had promised to take care of was gone. If she should’ve stayed a little longer, just an hour more, she could’ve prevented it. It’s all her fault, all her fault. No wonder she was a failure, maybe those dorks from years ago were right. It was all her fault her mom ever divorced Hopper. It’s everything, all her fault-

“Y/N,” A large hand rubbed her back up and down, making her try to feel better, the girl that had her hands buried into her face, looked up to see her dad, sitting beside her, “You just have to keep a brave face, and no investigating okay?”

Her heavy eyes drift towards the bearded man, watching her sternly beside her, she frantically nods. Later then, she provided a bit more information about Will and his family, now that she’s been with them for five years now. Ever since that broad decision was made, it would become one of the most treasured moments in her life, the strong bond brought them together.

Excused from the staff, she strolled back to the hallway, barging through her cluttered backpack to try to find a fresh pack of cigarettes, but none were to be found. She sighed loudly, to swing her backpack to its default position and pacing along the hallway. The realization kept hitting her, her eyes burned, while she quivered, biting her lip. That same feeling inside the principal’s office, the guilt. What was there to be guilty about anyways?

“Oh, won’t you look who it is!” A cocky tone appeared from afar, Y/N gave no shit to turn to the voice but instead continue watching the shiny floor, reflecting the lights above, “I guess Hopper is weeping for her mommy. Oh right, she doesn’t have one.”

Furious at the remark, her eyes darted across to find a brunette, with ‘perfect’ hair, leaning against the metal lockers. Steve fucking Harrington. This boy had it all against the girl, ever since those harsh words being repeated over and over, like a broken cassette, threw her into the lowest state. Y/N’s expressions turned bitter, her nose wrinkled, and pursed her lips, “Stop acting like you’re ten, Steve.”

”I see you’ve been listening,” He raises his eyebrows, snarlingly commenting, shifting his hands to his pockets in his khaki jeans.

“So?” Y/N spoke back, slowing her pace down to be able to talk to him although feeling like the need to ignore back again. Why was she going to bother her time with him?

Oh right.

Steve, her old friend. Accidental friends after he was helping his mom bringing in the groceries on a cool December day, back in her elementary school years. After the kind offering Y/N gave during a small ride around town, it evolved to an odd friendship, one to which Y/N had been too attached. Steve might have found it odd that a girl, a girl, like Y/N Hopper would be around him so much. Clingy, was the word he gave her, was it offensive?

Maybe.

But due to stereotypical construct, you would’ve guessed everyone calling them annoying names, couple names, like two romantics although they were only like, twelve. From “When are you going to marry her?” and the “Where’s your girlfriend?” Honestly, no one else was surprised by Y/N’s small reoccurring crush on him. Stuck like glue, Steve didn’t like this bubbly, excited Y/N anymore, she was pushy. Sick of the repetitive comments to him and meeting new friends, who were dickheads in the girl’s eyes, he wanted to push her away, she was annoying, bratty, and clingy. He listened to those kids, these kids that Steve considered ‘friends’ were total assholes, persuading him to become sort of like them. Only the beginning of the 6th grade. They were stupid, naive, reckless, are what other parents claimed to be, couldn’t they move on.

To this day, she still reckons why she ever told Steve, why was she so dependent on someone with who she’d only been friends for months? Why Steve? Why out of all the friends she supposedly had, why him? It seemed like an utter dependency she had for him, she even knows she must’ve scared him off for being well..... her. Y/N was young, it was one mistake to tell a secret to someone you somewhat knew would tell everyone, right?

”Can I tell you a secret Steve?” Y/N crossed her legs in front of him, playing with her fingers nervously. Awaiting for a bit of truth to be let out. As everyone has supposedly known, Y/N had a supposed mother and sister who were alive, and together. Everyone believed that the Hopper’s were the happy family, her sister was alive along with her mom that was still with them. Truth was, Sarah was dead, Diane divorced Jim when the girl was eleven years old. A broken family, from papers to fighting for custody, it was all crumbled to pieces, unlike close and tight-knit families.

Steve looked up from the ground to meet the girl’s eyes. He slowly shuffled closer to her, “Yeah okay tell me.”

Y/N breathed in and out, before leaning into his left ear, “I don’t have a sister nor a mommy.”

”What?” His chocolate eyes widened, scooting away from her, getting up rapidly to avoid contact, “That’s weird! Everybody has a mom! You’re a freak!”

Frazzled, Y/N sat still, watching him running away, feeling a bit hurt due to his reaction. She thought maybe she trusted him with her life although he didn’t feel the same, she thought that he could’ve been more supportive. What if he was right? Anyways, it was ok, it was his first reaction, it’s normal, right?

Nope, it wasn’t. After finding such intimate information about this girl he wanted to get rid of due to popularity, he set off to tell every single kid at school. Maybe this was for the best, he would get her out of the way to focus on his supposed friends. Creating such influence in the school, he somehow got ahold of everyone to turn their backs on Y/N. Oh, what entirety of hurtful words that they targeted poor Y/N with. Everyone excluded her, the freak, weirdo, dumb girl that didn’t have parents and a dead sister. Everybody no longer liked the lonely Y/N, just a bit of trust would be one to ruin a life. It consequently grew worse, it wasn’t even verbal teasing, it became physical. Steve being stupid and reckless had ruined her life, and for what? Just getting rid of her. Realize, how the effect of one's words to make a benefit can create a rumble over people, they were young and stupid..... can’t that be a proper excuse to move on?

Everyone knows Y/N. Y/N Hopper, the stubborn, tired and selfless girl who held grudges against everyone. They all knew she wasn’t going to move on anytime soon. Subtle changes to herself and her personality, she became quiet, reserved yet so outspoken about her opinions. Everyone seemed to have moved on, back into high school, more mature and old enough to hold responsibilities, but Y/N. A slow hatred burned inside her, even though it was years back, everyone liked Steve. That stayed the same for sure, he was more prissy and above it all, unlike Y/N. It may have seemed like........ they never knew each other. Strange, maybe it was better that they stayed apart.

Gallantly watching her feet stay still under her, she looked back at him cheekily smiling as if nothing had happened. Why did he forget everything? “Shouldn’t you be in class, since when has the Y/N Hopper been so rebellious?”

”I was called to the office,” Y/N mumbled, shrugging her shoulders, trying to drift off into the narrow hallway, “What about you?”

”Thought I could skip, Mrs. Wyatt doesn’t do shit.”

Without spatting anything back, the annoyance of the school bell rang for the third period, students piled out of the classrooms in the crowded hallway. Girls and boys trudged along the place, like birds migrating to their destinations automatically, it may seem like a normal fall day in town, but it would be a life changing experience for some. No one knew Will Byers, why would they care anyways?

Before Steve could look back at the girl, she disappeared into thin air, never to be seen for now, back to the boring classes, but with a small change of Will’s disappearance. One disappearance that could change the whole fate of small-town Hawkins, Indiana.

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My Kook Princess - John B

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Story Plot: John B can't help but fall in love with the Kook. She was part of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce's friend group. Y/N can't help but fall for the Pogue but what happens when Topper finds out the girl he had been in love with since the 6th grade has eyes on the boy from the Cut.

Y/N POV

Me and the rest of the boys were walking around the beach. I was on the end next to Topper, every now and then we would "accidentally" bump into each other making the other one laugh.

"Y/N that hurt!" Topper yelled being dramatic after I slapped his shoulder after he made a joke about me being too short to hang with the big boys.

"Good," I said back to him while sticking my tongue out.

As we were walking down the beach some more I see some of the pogues hanging out with each other. John B and J were chasing Kie around with what looked like a squid. I couldn't help but be jealous of their friend group. Ya I love my friends and we have fun but there's a difference between us. They are carefree and feel like they have nothing to lose but let loose a little, while the boys and I have everything to lose but one little slip-up. We have an image to uphold which has kept most of us from having genuine fun our whole life.

TIME SKIP

It's now night time and we decided to go to a Kegger that was at the boneyard. I decided on wearing a swim top and some shorts over not giving too much effort.

I was a beer down and not feeling anything when I started to hear Topper and JJ yelling at each other. I quickly ran to where the commotion was happening when I saw Topper on top of John B holding him into the water. I instantly jumped into action trying my best to get Topper to stop.

"Topper get the fuck off of him NOW!" I yell at him while trying to pull him off which only resulted in him taking one of his hands off John B and hit me away just a little too hard which resulted in me getting hit in the face instantly making my nose bleed. At this point, all hell broke loose. Rafe got pissed at Topper for hurting me and JJ pulled out a gun and held it to Topper's head. Sarah was yelling at JJ to put the gun down and Topper was freaking out which resulted in him letting go of John B and getting up and running away with the rest of the Kooks. I didn't have time to get up and follow so I just sat down and tried to get my nose to stop bleeding so I could get up and head home.

"Im gonna leave in a minute," I lightly whisper to the pogues. Kie ran over to me to check on me knowing I was hurt. She instantly took her shirt off and stuck the cloth to my nose to try and help it to stop bleeding.

"You don't have to go," she said softly to me.

"You should go check on your friend," I tell her while looking down.

"Y/N we have known each other since we were in diapers and if you haven't forgotten we used to be best friends, and for all I care I never stopped caring about you," Kie tells me which only made me tear up and pull her into a hug.

"Stay with us tonight," Kie tells me while pulling away and ruffling my already messy hair. I just nod my head and get up and walk with her over to the rest of the boys.

"She's cool," Kie sassed JJ after he made a shady comment about me being a Kook.

"Fine she can stay but she's sleeping outside," JJ said while looking at me in disgust.

"She's not a fucking dog JJ you cant make her sleep outside," Pope said standing up for me.

Once we made it back to John B's we went inside and Kie took me into the bathroom and sat me on the counter to check my nose. It had finally stopped bleeding so she got out a cloth and some warm water to clean my nose which only made me wince in pain. All the sudden John be appears in the door holding an ice pack.

"Ill be back Im gonna grab her some clothes from your room," Kie tells John B which makes him nod his head. John B walks in and gently places the ice pack on my nose.

"Im sorry about him," I tell John B while looking into his eyes.

"He's always like that and to be completely honest Im used to it," John B tells me which only made me sadder.

"It is, not something you should be used to and I wish I wasn't so blind for all these years," I tell him which results in him pulling me into a hug.

"He's smart about his actions, he's only like that when you arent around or close," He tells me which makes me nod my head but not feeling any better about the situation.

For the next week instead of hanging out with the boys, I would find myself with the Pogues and for once in my life I was genuinely happy. JJ had come around and realized I was kinda okay. But we all know he secretly has a soft spot for me but refuses to show it.

One day we decided to go to The Wreck and get some food after I offered to pay for everyone. While we where sitting down I see out of the corner of my eye Topper and Rafe walk in.

"Fuck'" I whisper under my breath which made the rest of the pogues follow my eyes and see what I was looking at which resulted in them all groaning knowing all hell was about to break loose when they realize their Kook Princess was sitting pretty with the 'dirty' pogues.

Topper instantly made eye contact with me and if looks could kill we would all be dead and dismembered by now. He stomps his way over to all of us clearly pissed at the situation.

"Are you fucking kidding me Y/N, you said you were sick. I mean clearly, you are if you're sitting so comfortable with some nasty pogues," Topper said to me with venom in his voice.

"I needed a break from you after what happened," I tell him while standing up refusing to let Topper intimidate me.

"A break so you come and hang out with them, Y/N that's literally social suicide," Topper said while taking a step closer which resulted in both JJ and John B standing up and getting ready if something were to happen.

"Id rather commits social suicide than deal with you for one more day," I tell him while looking him straight in the eye.

"You're fucking ridiculous, you know that," he said while looking me back straight in the eye.

"I don't care, their my friends and for once in my life I'm actually having fun not having to worry about all eyes on me," I tell him back. With that Topper just pushes me and walks away which resulted in JJ charging Topper and John B coming over to me to make sure I was okay. I just cried into his chest, I wasn't physically hurt but emotionally. John B knew that so all he did was hold me while JJ went to deal with Topper making Poper and Kie run over to him pulling him away.

"Oh look at the little slut homie hoping," Topper said while barely giving me a glance.

"Fuck off Topper," I reply back to him while making eye contact.

"I just can't believe after all these years of me trying to get you to love me back it takes less than a week for you to get into his pants," Topper said to me which only made me confused.

"Leave me alone," is all I said before slamming some money on the table and making my way out of The Wreck, and waiting for the rest of the group to come to the van so I could get in.

Later that night I was laying in bed with John B while lightly talking about nothing important. All of a sudden I got the urge to lean up and kiss him. Which resulted in a long make-out session which only ended when JJ caught us.

"OH MY! Finally," JJ laughed while walking out and back towards the living room when we hear the rest of them erupt into cheers letting us know he had told the group.

"Will you be mine?" John B asked me which made me nod my head and give him a kiss again.

"Good," John B says while kissing me back.

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WORD COUNT: 1487

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