#I agree with the buff statement right there

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panty stealer

DATE: JANUARY 14, 2023

summary: flash forces peter to sneak into the girls sorority and steal a pair of panties as a dare. stumbling into the nearest room to save himself from being caught, he doesn’t expect you to be there, and to let him steal the panties you’re wearing.

request: yes!

words: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, oral], praise kink, slight dacryphilia kink, dirty talk, and protected sex), language, alcohol, mentions of weed, and a bit of fluff.

note: frat!peter x sorority!reader / peter masterlist / PART 2

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“are you serious right now, flash?” peter groans with a pinch to his nose. his eyes screw shut in annoyance at flash’s obnoxious behavior.

“of course i am, penis parker!” flash shouts, shoving peter towards the large, white sorority house. “you have to do the dare or else.”

peter groans again, hating himself for ever agreeing to do this stupid game with flash.

the night had started calm and for once, peter was grateful. friday nights were the craziest day at the frat house, but this week, everyone was a bit too busy with schoolwork. except flash apparently.

like all of his other roomies, peter loves a good party. he doesn’t mind thrashing his house every week if that means he can have fantastic parties at his place (okay, maybe he minds a little bit. it gets tedious cleaning up garbage after a while). he knows he won’t be young forever, so what the heck, right?

people never would have guessed that peter was the leader of the frat. shocking, right? everyone would assume it’s flash for his obnoxious and party boy persona or brad for his attractiveness and charm. but what do those qualities have to do with being a leader? everyone else (besides those two) agreed that peter should be the head of the house because he is responsible and smart, unlike those boneheads.

peter often asked himself if he was attractive and if he had charm.

he did, right?

brad was good with the ladies. one glance and a wink made the girls melt into puddles at his feet. every morning when peter woke up early to go to class, a different woman would waltz down the stairs with a glowing, uncontrollable smile in nothing but a t-shirt. peter knew without a doubt that every one-night stand that stumbled down was brad’s; it was rarely flash or the others and ned had a girlfriend who was in the sorority across from us.

peter hooked-up once in a while. he found it more difficult to be like brad when he had college to concentrate on and lives to save inbetween it all. being spider-man in high school was overwhelming at first because it was impossibly hard to hide it. but now, having more freedom in college made everything a bit simpler. just a bit.

flash being spider-man’s “#1 fan!” still made him chuckle every time it came up.

speaking of flash, when peter stumbled through the door in the evening expecting a chill friday night, flash just had to crank up the energy. as per usual.

“what is this?” multiple bottles of liquor were splurged across the dining table when peter walked into the kitchen. flash crossed his arms with a huge smirk plastered onto his face, while ned looked concerned and stressed.

“i tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen to me,” ned shook his head in disappointment before walking away to his room.

“we’re having a party. it’s friday, penis,” flash said with an obvious tone. peter could easily have him removed from the frat, being the leader and all. yet he still keeps him here. why must he do this to himself?

“flash, i said no parties today. everyone is tired and stressed, and has a lot of work to do—”

“stressed? i think that’s the best reason for a party. you need to get laid, my brotha,” brad interrupted with an arm around peter’s shoulders and a firm pat to his buff chest. brad is way taller than peter, which some might think intimidates him. but peter is mainly intimidated by intelligence, and brad had the iq of a stick.

peter rolled his eyes at the predictable statement. flash rambles on about how parties are a tradition on friday nights and peter sharply cuts him off with a strict tone.

“ugh, fine! no party, party-pooper parker. but we will be drinking tonight. or else i’m sending an invite to 50 people.”

—

peter had no choice but to comply. flash, ned, brad, himself, and the other boys are seated on the furniture with the drinks displaced in the center. flash gave peter an ultimatum; play truth or dare or he rings the entire sports program of a party. peter growled and folded.

soon later, there is a sharpie drawing on flash’s ass, a ruler that measured brad’s dick, a flushed ned from downing too many denied truth shots, and laughter bubbling throughout the whole room. peter is the only one who hasn’t gotten asked anything yet and he honestly feels a bit left out. but he also just wants to do his homework and then go to sleep.

“what’ll be, penis parker?” flash inquires with a mischievous look on his face. “truth or dare? or should i say drink or dare?”

peter, not caring at the time, chose dare. “dare.”

“oh, you’re so in for it.”

—

so in all, peter was basically held against his own will to sneak into the girl’s sorority house. even though he denied the dare profusely and took three shots to make up for it, flash still dangled the party invites over his head like an iron weight waiting to drop.

peter snarled as flash nudged him again impatiently. he thought of an idea that might work. peter would have to do this dare, but would he have to do it alone?

“if you come with me, i’ll give you $50 bucks—” peter sells with raised eyebrows. he licks his lips as the cold breeze rustles the trees and sends slight shivers up his arms. the sky is pitch-black as the heavy clouds cover all the stars. peter felt a storm brewing and he really didn’t want to sneak into the sorority soaking wet.

“pfft, parker, please. i have enough money—”

“—in weed.” peter finishes, causing flash to halt his words. peter knows that flash can never find a good supply because he complains about it all the time. marijuana wasn’t legal on campus, let alone in the state. the trade had the cogs turning in flash’s head.

“alright, deal,” flash gives in and elbows peter as a form of agreement. then flash motivates brad and ned to join, heading straight for the zone as a group.

their goal was to grab a pair of underwear and leave without being caught. as spider-man, that should be easy, right?

—

for some odd reason, the back door was unlocked. you’d think girls would be more secure and observant than guys, but maybe they forgot. after hopping over the trimmed gardening hedges, the four boys crept through the door and into the kitchen.

unlike peter’s frat, the sorority girls had two big rules that they made known to everyone; no hook-ups allowed and no frat guys. ever. the girls didn’t throw parties like peter, they only went to them, so their place was like a holy sanctuary.

when the guys tiptoed into the kitchen, peter wasn’t surprised the place was damn-near spotless. most of the interior was pearly white; couches, love-seats, tables, counter, cabinets— it was like walking into an insane asylum with minor color accents.

it was at least midnight by now, so the girls had to be asleep. tiptoeing as silent as possible up the stairs, peter leads until they’re all standing in the middle of the large hallway with rapid, contained breaths. flash, being the scaredy-cat he is, follows last and nervously trips over the final step. he slips, tumbling down multiple levels with nosy thuds and bangs of his elbows and knees. all of the guys sprout wide eyes and strained, silent gestures to warn him to stop falling and making an absurd amount of noise.

peter gets goosebumps, hair rising on his skin as he gets a shiver down his spine. his hearing intensifies, picking up mumbled whispers and light footsteps with his spider sense. his eyes wander frantically as he scatters his brain for an idea. nothing comes to mind fast enough, as a door down the hall creaks open. brad and ned drag flash up the stairs, but freeze when they hear the door. out of instinct, peter sprints to the nearest door, slyly slipping inside. he closes the door gently, contradicting the pounding of his heart, without a noise being made. he releases a sigh as his forehead rests on the doorframe.

“what are you doing?” peter nearly shrieks when you casually question him. he stares at you, eyes impossibly wider than before. your arms are crossed as you sit on the side of your bed. peter swallows harshly, gazing at your appearance.

your legs look smooth and supple, and very much bare. he assumes you have underwear on under the t-shirt you’re sporting, and is proved correct when you shift to dangle your legs off the bed. his eyes are drawn to the small sight of your panties that tease underneath your shirt. you smirk, arms still crossed as you let him check you out.

“i-um-uh,” cheeks wildly red, he swallows and averts his eyes to the ground. how does he explain such a stupid thing without sounding like a jackass? i was dared to invade the sorority house. sorry. oh, also, can i have your panties? “it was a dare.”

“to sneak into my room?” your head tilts as you lift yourself off the bed and stalk towards him. peter’s cheeks grow redder while his heart pounds brutally in his chest.

besides the embarrassment flowing like blood through his veins, you were the simple kind of gorgeous that made his knees weak. the kind that is stunning in their own skin and that radiates beautiful energy like magical fairy dust. and peter nearly fainted when he saw your lack of clothes.

he’s seen you many times before; you share a class with him and came to some of his parties. he never talked to you in fear of rejection, but now he doesn’t really have a choice.

usually, he has more confidence with girls, but this is a very unfortunate situation where he lost every skill he’s ever known. even talking.

“no—” ear-piercing screams interrupt peter’s stuttering from the other side of the door. footsteps run all over the wooden floor as low profanities leave the guys’ mouths. “i think she found them.”

“you think?” you clip with raised eyebrows. peter inhales, losing some of his anxiousness at his thoughts of the boys being caught.

poor ned. betty’s going to kill him.

flash deserved it, though.

brad is probably getting one of their numbers.

peter shakes his head and sets his thoughts straight.

“okay, look. flash dared me to do this… stupid thing and i convinced them all to do it with me. i wanted to do nothing but relax tonight,” peter admits with a stressed exhale. you glare at him with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what has him so worked up. it’s not like he got screamed at and kicked out like the other guys. knowing some of your roomies, they might be a lot worse than just kicking them out. you get closer to him and ponder what he said.

“what was the dare, parker?” you shoot a harsh glare at him, daggers that force him to answer. your head tilts with curiosity as your heartbeats sporadically. you’ve never had a guy in your room before, and for that first guy to be peter parker has your heart bouncing around your chest like a boomerang. you’ve had your eye on peter for a few months now; not crazy obsessive, but you won’t deny the blood-rushing crush you’ve grown for the frat boy.

how did you stumble that low? a frat boy? jeez.

peter can’t be too shocked that you know his name, let alone his last name, but you saying it still causes him to forget some of the words on his tongue. many shouts are heard from outside the door, but your chests are nearly touching as you gaze up at him and then the outside world is practically silenced.

“i had to steal some… panties,” he mumbles, voice low and quiet. why does it sound so dirty?

“panties?” you repeat in a hushed voice as your surprised eyes blink a few times. you swallow, clit beginning to throb at the word out of his mouth.

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “do you have any that i can…borrow?”

your mind hazes at his question. you tried to remember where your underwear was and if it was clean. but as a clear opportunity lies in front of you, you decide to run with it. you look down with a racing heart, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt.

“i…i have these ones,” you lightly ball up your t-shirt, revealing your laced panties to peter. he quietly coughs, cock starting to harden behind the zipper of his jeans. you glance up at his reddening expression through your eyelashes, devilish eyes hiding behind an innocent facade. confidence and lust ease your anxiety. “will these work?”

“um, yeah,” peter coughs again as rosy embarrassment crawls up his neck and blood rushes to his cock. you strut over to the mattress, rocking your hips teasingly, and peter instinctively follows with his heart in his throat. you lie on your back and spread your legs, arousal dripping from you at every movement. peter watches from a side angle, holding his breath as the tension rises.

“well, you’re not much of a panty-stealer if i just give them to you. come and steal them, parker,” you say with as much confidence as you could muster up. your heart was so loud in your ears you almost couldn’t hear yourself. speechless, peter walks to the front of the bed and kneels down, eye-level with your pussy.

he crumples the shirt over your hips, your legs automatically spreading wider. his senses heighten and pick up on the scent of your arousal. a small patch of it can be seen in the middle of your underwear, sending painful pulses down to his forever hardening cock. his thumbs dance around the laced hem, teasing you to see how much he can go.

he would say some of his confidence is back now.

he hooks his fingers under the band, sliding the flimsy fabric down while sticky arousal slings to you. he stuffs the damp material in his back pocket. both of your hearts rack and hands tremble at the extreme intensity, waiting for someone to do something. anything.

peter decides to be that person and resumes his fingers to your hips where the hem used to be. your folds glisten with pent-up arousal, just begging for him to touch you. your puffy clit throbs, neglected, and your thighs subtly spasm trying to remain open. peter grinds on his molars, nearly moaning at the glorious sight. his rough pads trace your smooth skin as he drags lower, dangerously close to where you’re yearning for him.

“peter,” you whisper, holding your breath, so you don’t move a muscle, even though they’re involuntarily shaking with need. he hums, the dirtiest thoughts flowing through his mind. “d-don’t you have to go? what if you get caught?”

“i can spare a few minutes…” his gaze is hazy and distracted, voice gravelly with lust. you clench desperately around nothing as you quietly plead for him to do something. his thumb tests the waters and finally begins circling on your clit, sending electricity up your body. you yelp at the sudden pressure, naturally grinding your hips for more friction. “hmm? don’t you want me to spend a few minutes with you?

his words are taunting and condescending, making your mind go blurry while the words disintegrate from your tongue. the rough pad of his thumb rubs faster while you clench around nothing again, chest heaving.

“i want more than a few minutes,” you moan as his middle finger pets along your soaking slit, teasing you painfully until your eyes roll back. you can sense the smirk growing on his face based on the satisfied hum he responds with.

“more? greedy girl,” peter slides his middle finger into you without warning causing you to release a long string of moans. “shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you? then we’ll both get caught.”

you shake your head.

“then be a good girl and be quiet for me,” peter demands softly. you nod shakily, as another finger pumps into you rapidly. he thrusts brutally into you, fingertips brushing over your g-spot. you melt as bliss laces throughout your body.

“it’s always the quiet ones who are the loudest,” a devilish and dirty smirk dances on his lips while your teeth sink painfully into your bottom lip. you slap your palm over your mouth to remain quiet as thrilled moans threaten to pour out of you. your revolving hips are halted by his strong forearm, allowing him to curl his digits deliciously into you. you mewl with screwed eyes, back arching at the immense pleasure.

“i’m so close, peter,” you whisper, scared that if you speak any louder your moans will betray you and alert the whole neighborhood. peter subtly grinds his hips into the front of the mattress, cock dangerously hard from your whimpering and whining.

“can i taste you? been dying to since you opened your legs for me,” peter asks while your thighs tremble and your pussy contracts tightly around his digits. you mumble out a shuddery please before his mouth is devouring you.

he never removes his fingers, pumping ruthlessly while his mouth explores your slippery folds. he sucks harshly on your throbbing clit, a muffled wail escaping through your hand. warm and soothing, his tongue glides curiously and sneaks into your undeniably soft cunt. the moan you release is unholy and way too loud. at least right now.

peter wants nothing more than to hear your sweet, sweet moans crying his name while he makes you come in several different ways. but tonight was not the night. he wasn’t trying to get reported and have intruder as a new notch on his belt.

he had a good feeling you wouldn’t run off and report him though.

the idea of it all got him off much more than he would have ever thought. and looking at you, he could say that same.

his mouth plops off of you, lips swollen and puffy from sucking.

“come all over my tongue. let me taste you, sweet girl,” his tone is euphonious and seductive, yet demanding. his fingers savagely thrust into your seeping hole that clenches tightly around him. your back arches off the mattress as your thighs shake from the upcoming euphoria.

peter’s words send your body into overdrive. your muscles contract and your stomach tightens as your orgasm ripples through your body like a heavenly wave. cum oozes out of you and onto his tongue, slurping up every ounce of your juices until there is nothing left.

“such a good girl,” peter praises while he licks away your arousal from his rosy lips. heat crawls up your neck at your sudden vulnerability. you attempt to close your legs to hide, but he keeps them spread with his rough hands. “you’re going to hide yourself after i just ate you out? we’re just getting started, baby.”

peter pulls his shirt off deliberately, showcasing his bulky abs and muscles that made your clit pulse with desire again. he looks like he was man-made, a real-life sculpture with chiseled muscles and perfectly ridged abs. you were insatiable to this man, who snuck into your room to steal something— you should be mad at him. furious. but when his boxers fall down his legs, only dirty and needy emotions and thoughts are left.

your eyes widen at his impressive length; you’ve only been with a few guys in the past, but none of them were this big. you were scared, yet excited to feel his cock stretch you out sinfully. you imagined how long you would feel him inside of you afterwards, soreness like a good workout at the gym.

“you’re so big,” you mumble, not hiding the fact that you were blatantly eyeing his raging cock with hunger, fear, and lust.

“it’ll fit. don’t worry, doll,” he hovers over you, smoothing your hair away from your worried eyes. “do you have a condom?”

you stretch out your arm into your night stand, blindly grabbing a tin-foiled package. you seductively rip it with your teeth, causing peter to groan in impatience. he snatches it away from you and swiftly slides it onto his sturdy cock.

“such a fucking tease,” he hisses, running the tip of his cock along your folds, which were already soaked in arousal again. “are you ready?”

you nod your head surely, more than ready for him to fill you up.

“you’re one to talk,” you sass, rolling your eyes, which were no longer as worried, but full of needy anticipation. he huffs out a single chuckle, eyes strained on his dick rubbing around your wetness tediously.

“speaking of talking, don’t,” peter thrusts into you savagely, making you gasp and shriek. your hand immediately goes to his shoulder for leverage, nails digging desperately into the meat of his skin. the other tightens securely onto your mouth to keep quiet, even though it’s probably useless now.

hoarse profanities fall from his lips as he shifts around your snug hole. your velvety walls choke his cock so fucking good, he doesn’t think he’ll last any longer. and then you clench even tighter around him, sending peter’s eyes rolling back into brain.

“you’re so fucking tight,” peter groans in your ear, flicking his hips upwards into you. your body trembles in overwhelming pleasure, muffled whines begging to be released.

slapping skin and hushed moans fill the air. peter fits a hand between the two of you and rubs your throbbing clit perfectly. his lips travel down from your ear to your neck, kissing along your skin. his tongue discovers your soft spot, sucking harshly until you’re clutching onto him for dear life.

“you’re so good, peter. so deep, too, oh god,” you can’t help the lusty wail that tumbles from your raspy throat when he rapidly rolls his hips, repeatedly touching your sensitive g-spot. he growls at the praise, every action being intensified by the comment. you notice this and smile with a hint of devilishness behind it.

“you may be smiling now,” peter pants, muscles popping and flexing from the position. “but you’ll be crying soon.”

if possible, his thrusts got harder. and deeper. and faster. he was pounding into your cunt like there was no tomorrow, buckets of arousal leaking from you and all around him. peter would pull his cock fully out just to slam it back in, and it made you wither away into another dimension. his balls beat against you harshly with every brisk thrust of his body. his skilled thumb pets your clit, electrifying all your nerves into blissful flames.

there was so much to feel; the biting of his kisses on your neck, the rough texture of his thumb pad on your clit, the long, thick length plunging barbarically into you, and the heaviness of his weight above you. you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, water brimmed at your tear ducts. soon, full-blown tears are streaming down your face from the euphoria running through your veins.

that familiar wicked smile curls on peter’s face with your appearance; wild hair, tear-stained cheeks, and swollen lips. he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful in front of him.

his cock twitches when you whimper loudly underneath the palm of your hand, begging to let you come. contracting on his shaft, your nails stab his shoulder blade until crescent moon marks appear. a strangled moan leaves him when your body rolls up towards him, back arching harshly.

“need to come. so bad, peter,” you whine. his name from your lips drives him mental.

“fuck, y/n,” he sighs heavily. “come around my cock like the good girl you are.”

with those words, your second orgasm tumbles through your body like a thunderstorm. peter slams his lips against yours to keep you quiet, all your pent-up moans turning into needy hums in your throat. stars spot in your vision and you thought you might pass out from being fucked into oblivion. you wouldn’t even be mad— it was worth it.

summoning all your energy, your muscles tense as the liquid floods out of you. your back arches, making your bare breasts push up against peter’s chest. at the same time, peter comes with a string of curse words against your plush lips. he shoots his load into the condom, balls tightening while his eyes screw shut. he steadies his pumps and slowly pulls out of you, never wanting to leave.

you whimper at the emptiness, already missing his cock. he ties the knot and tosses it into the garbage under your desk. peter slips into his boxers and immediately finds the small box of tissues on your night stand. grabbing a few, he cleans you delicately like an antique doll as if he didn’t just ravish your body and soul.

you were beyond dumbstruck as he wiped you up. the few people you have been with never stayed long enough for aftercare, and even though it should be a necessity, the action still made your heart lurch for peter. speaking of your heart, it was beating a mile a minute. sex was a physical activity, yet having a huge crush on someone felt a lot more physically demanding. but you really liked the feeling.

a million thoughts brisked through your head; how does he feel? does he feel the same? did he hate it? did he love it? you shake your head. if you didn’t stop yourself, you would ruin any chance you might have by overthinking too much.

when you refocus your eyes to the moment, peter has his jeans fully on and his shirt in his hand. he slides it on and then looks at you worryingly, seeming as though you’re still naked and haven’t moved.

“are you okay? did i go too hard? fuck—”

“yes—i mean no! shit,” you stutter after interrupting him and close your eyes in embarrassment. “yes, i’m fine. i’m more than fine. that was… really good, peter. like really good.”

peter’s tensed shoulders relax as his face melts from a concerned expression to a soft one. you slip your large t-shirt on and stand up from your bed. your legs are a bit unbalanced and wobbly, and peter can’t help but chuckle as he holds you steady by your hips.

“stop laughing! you did this!” you whisper-yell with a faked angry face.

“oh, i know. next time, i’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, let alone stand,” he winks with an arrogant smile cascading his lips. familiar heat creeps up your neck and ears, making you all tingly inside at the idea of a next time with peter.

“next time?” large rings of hope surround your irises as you stare into peter’s. his arrogance slightly fades as he itches with nervousness.

“yeah, if that’s what you want, of course,” why is he holding his breath? why is his heart beating so unhealthy fast?

“if i say yes, does that mean you’re going to try to steal my panties again?” you try to hold back your grin as you joke, peering up at him with squinted eyes.

“are you going to let me steal your panties again?” he clicks his tongue with his all too familiar smirk. he loves your playful demeanor and your attempts to withhold a smile.

you pretend to think, really debating. peter can’t help but stare at you in awe. you were beautiful, and he regrets not approaching you earlier because you were… well, he didn’t really know you yet, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. even if you told him to fuck off and never to see him again, he knew that he would never forget you or this night.

you push yourself closer to peter, chest to chest. you can both feel the rapid beating of your hearts through your shirts. however, you stand, gazing confidently at peter. he watches you as you lean right in like you were going to kiss him.

“mm maybe. you might just have to find out yourself,” your breathy words linger on his lips as you back away and casually get into the bed. you unfold the comforter and tuck yourself in, like you didn’t just give peter a semi-hard on in his pants.

suddenly a loud crash is heard from outside, alerting both of your heads to peer out through the window.

“my car!” flash cries so high-pitched and whiny, he probably woke up the entire neighborhood. peter isn’t surprised that one of the sorority girls destroyed his car because he deserved it. someone needed to humble him anyway. you both laugh behind the palm of your hands at flash’s girly scream.

with that, peter realizes that he has to go and that he no longer has any minutes to spare. flash, brad, and ned probably weren’t worried about peter while they were out-running the girls. but now that the girls had done the damage, the boys would soon realize peter’s absence.

“better hide your panties. this isn’t over,” peter walks over to the side of your bed and kisses your forehead delicately. he cracks open the window, turning to you with half his body out. with a wink from him and a gasp from you, he jumps down the two-story window without hesitation. your heart flutters at his gentle kiss that lingers on your skin, fingers pressed against the spot his lips last touched.

rain begins to splash on the glass as sprinkles of water drip into your room through the open window. you purposefully don’t close it, even when you know the carpet will get soaked throughout the night. you welcomed the idea that if peter wanted to come back, he could, simply by sneaking through the window the same way he left.

so many other thoughts cloud your mind, making you lie wide awake. you wondered if his heart was still thumping hastily like the rain pattering on your window and onto your floor. you wondered what he looked like when he was drenched in natural rain water. probably breathtakingly beautiful; soaking wet hair and a childish smile adorning his rosy face while he laughs wholeheartedly.

as you roll over to turn off your lamp with a wistful sigh, you remember that you never even got his number. while trying to guess which set of numbers fit peter parker the best, you fall asleep with a yearning heart, flapping its wings adoringly in your chest.

oh, god, you were down. and it was bad.

what you didn’t know was that peter was down too, but even worse than you.

—

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[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 5

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Jun

Proofreading: moricchiichan (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Jun: And y'know, it makes me wonder... is it really okay for me to be so lucky?

Location: Reimei Academy Dormitory

Time: That evening, the same day

Hiyori: Jun-kun, I'm home!

Would you just listen to this~! Goodness knows when, but at some point they set a rule that residents are to wear standardised roomwear while in our dorms!

I took all that trouble to dress up and everything, but they forced me to change!

Those high-and-mighty bigshots certainly love enforcing such pointless rules, don't they~ Perhaps they can’t quite relax unless they have us children bound up in their regulations.

Hiyori: ...Whoopsy-daisy! Ahaha, hello to you too, Bloody Mary ☆

Come, come, come to me! What a spoiled little pup you are, my sweet, blood-stained Mary!

Fufufu~ Jun-kun, perhaps you should learn a thing or two about being loveable from her!

Jun: ......

Hiyori: What's this, have you nothing to say?

Any other time, you'd be all, "Don't call her name so loudly, she's supposed to be a secret!" or like, "Just where have you been off to until this time of night?" So on and so forth.

It's starting to make you sound rather like a possessive husband, you know?

Jun: ......

Hiyori: Whoa, what’s the matter, Mary? You won't find a scrap of food inside this paper bag, so don’t go poking your nose in!

Jun-kuuun, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten to present our dearest Queen with her most scrumptious feast?

What an absolute goose you are! Oh, my poor, poor Mary! I’ll fill your bowl to the brim right away~♪

Jun: ... I just fed her 'bout an hour ago, so please don’t give her any more food, ‘kay~?

Dogs will eat every last crumb they're fed, so we’ve gotta take care of just how much food we give ‘em.

Hiyori: Ah, alive, were you? Then you should have at least said something — It isn't as though I'm asking you to wag your tail ♪

Jun: ... Sorry. As you can see, it's a lil' hard to talk in this state.

Hiyori: Nn? I had no idea as my eyes were on our lovely little Mary this entire time, but what are you doing, Jun-kun? A new religious ritual of sorts?

Jun: ... Sit-ups.

Hiyori: Whatever for? Jun-kun, you’re almost excessively buff the way you are already. Wouldn’t gaining any more muscle only work against you by slowing your movements?

People tend to expect femininity out of us as Eve, so I do believe it’s undesirable to bulk out our bodies too much.

Don’t you agree, Mary~? Kiss, kiss ♪

Jun: ... Couldja brush your teeth before kissing her? Mary's gonna catch something from you.

Hiyori: Ah, that's the most hurtful comment of the century! I’ve already taken care of my teeth and all other cleanliness matters before I got here, so I'd rather you refrain from any statements implying I'm dirty, yes?

But well, Mary is indeed rather frail... We truly must treat her with care.

Yes, yes, how it delights me so to know you cherish her in your own way, Jun-kun.

Jun: Well, I gotta fulfill my duties as one of her owners, yeah~? And we've got a little bond going on by being in the care of the same dumbass... Whew.

Huff. I tripled my workout routine just ‘cause today’s a day-off, but that might’ve been a kinda dumbass move.

I've strained my muscles and now I'm sore all over~ Well, I've got no one to blame but myself.

Hiyori: You've got that right. I do wish you’d stop training inside our room — you stink it right up with your sweat.

Jun: And you keep filling the room up with fragrances without asking me, so we're even.

On that note, didn’t we agree to not complain 'bout any inevitable sounds or smells from each other?

Hiyori: True, but you ought to let me complain, at the very least. That’s the secret to stress-free room-sharing.

There is nothing good about letting frustrations grow pent-up, really.

Jun: You've got a comeback for everything, huh... Geez, I just can’t win any argument with you.

Hiyori: Ahaha. In fact, is there anything in which you can win against me?

Jun: Um, whuh~? How much muscle I've got, I guess...?

Hiyori: Is there nothing else you have to be proud of? Wait, don't tell me... did you spend our long-awaited day-off just shutting yourself in, Jun-kun?

Hiyori: No, no, that simply won't do! You must soak up a little more sunshine! I mean, you’ve been so gloomy lately, Jun-kun — at this rate, you’ll wake up being covered in moss one day!

Jun: Hmph. I can’t run around grinning my head off all day long the way you can, y’know~?

Hiyori: Anyone and everyone can still put on a smile at any time, no? That's the strength of humanity, and precisely what makes it so precious.

Well, I can certainly understand why you’d be frowning, of course.

After all, you're soon to finally realize your greatest wish, of facing off against your arch-nemesis... Sagami-sensei.

But that being said, it's not like you're out to kill each other, either — if you don't soften your features a little you'll scare our fans, you see! Everything depends on your pretty smile when you're an idol... ☆

Jun: ... that’s actually not the reason I’m looking glum. In fact, I’m feeling more happy and refreshed than anything else over getting to fight Sagami Jin.

But things’ve been looking pretty dark around CosPro recently, y’know?

Some of my old peers have quit, and they're the ones who strived together with me back when I was at the bottom of the barrel with them.

Yet I'm the only one who gets to grasp glory in comfort as a member of Eden — and now, I'm even getting the chance to face off against the target of my revenge...

Jun: And y'know, it makes me wonder... is it really okay for me to be so lucky?

Hiyori: Fufu. There’s no need to feel guilty over the blessings and happiness you have.

In fact, if you've come to realize what a fortunate position you're in, you ought to offer a loving hand of kindness to those in trouble and hardships.

Jun: Seriously? Is that the noblesse oblige thing you love going on about~?

Hiyori: It is indeed. Love and happiness are the sweetest of fruits that one can never get enough of, but if you feel you’ve been bestowed with too many, then you can share them with others.

We can’t do anything about those who've lost hope and quit, but there are still people suffering a living hell, unable to escape from CosPro no matter how much they may wish for it.

And as Eden, there must be something we can do for them.

After all, Ibara has been replacing the executives as he steadily comes to power, and we’re becoming the face of CosPro both in name and reality.

If our people are tormented and struggling through such painful hardships, then it is the duty of us nobles to show them compassion and guide them to salvation. No — we have the duty to protect them...

It is for that reason they pay the taxes that allow us our comfortable lives, after all.

If exploiting the people is all we’re good for then, why, our heads ought to roll. But being idols is our life's calling... so we can’t just let things end here, can we?

No, it is far too soon for us to ascend to Heaven where our God resides ♪

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NCIS Reaction: The Immortals

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]

I start this episode after a family dinner that put me in a horrible mood, and a gift exchange that put me in an awesome one; I’m sure my emotional drain rn won’t affect my reaction.  At.  All.  Right?

Kids on a boat, always dangerous

Drunk kids on a boat: even worse

MAKO HAVE VICIOUS TEETH, WDYM  [Not discovery channel]  

Deep Blue Sea was a warning they clearly haven't listened to

Does he die or find a dead bod- oh, okay then.  Dead body it is, then.  [Ahvblblblblb]

"Seaman" *snort* [☠️☠️☠️☠️]

kasdjflkjsadf Tony, buddy, you’re adorably excited

Real sword?

REAL SWORD!

Ducky is very adorable.  However, plz be careful with the blade.  [Indeed! He always is :) even angry ducky is adorable]

At least Gibbs' orders apply to Kate too

Damn, Kate, be sensitive, please; isn’t that the whole point of why you’re here?

"Think of Puerto Rico"  Agreed

Once again… For all the idea was to bring Kate along for a sympathetic hand, she's not really being.  Sympathetic

"Are these interviews always that difficult?"  NO SHIT. IT'S ALMOST LIKE HE TRIED TO WARN YOU BEFORE.

That was Tony's first next-of-kin interview? I once again chew Kate out for her lack of sensitivity with him earlier.

“You just assumed I wouldn’t know how bad it’d be?”  “Yeah.”  "That is so presumptuous!"  WDYM?!?!  You didn't expect it to be as bad as it was!!??  He wasn’t wrong!?!?!

Master Chief, huh?  I didn’t know NCIS were good forces against the Covenant

"I didn't really notice"  Mmmhmm, suspicious

"Computers run the ship"  In a horror movie, that would be the problem

Appreciate Tony's defense of capability in young folks

Heyyy!  Some people who actually paid attention to the victim!  (Automatically suspicious of them, ngl)

It’s not her, but this corpsman looks vaguely like Janice from Deep Blue Sea, or at least speaks like her, and it’d be really funny if she were given my earlier statement (but she’s not)

The change in video quality with the long-distance shots alkdsjf

Abby!!!

Ooh, fantasy game?

I'd love if Tony knew what that was, but I know they'll have him not- Yup, there we go

Love that Abby knows about it, though

She's awesome

"The occasional garotte"  "I'd say that's violent"  Tony and Abby being an amazing duo again

TONY DOES LOOK INTERESTED

HE GOT THE JARGON RIGHT!!!!  I TOLD YOU HE WAS INTERESTED

Ducky's ramblings give me life

His phrasing is great too.  "Succumbed" = Sweeney Todd-vibes, "Deduce" = Sherlock Holmes-vibes

Sword be pretty [😂😂]

I appreciate the weapons buff

Men will obsess over swords for the.  Imagery.  While on a mostly-male vessel.

"I didn't know the boy very well"  Like, two people did, wdym

... how does sir randomly know the game's acronym

No, I don't accept.  That (MMORPG) is such a random piece of jargon to know because "my kids play it." That's so unrealistic. "Those damn MOMGSRP-somethin'-or-other my young'ns play" is far more in-line with reality, in my personal experience.

Abby getting into the game; she’s adorable

Ducky too!!!  My rpg-playing beloveds.  (Okay, he's a bit more perplexed than into it, but still)

Abby.  Have you eaten.

"You're a prince, Ducky" "Is that a safe occupation in this [game]?"  lkjadslkfjaldskfj I love them

I love the lock on her necklace

I clearly have not played enough MMORPGs or something.  That or she's just tapping keys during a cutscene.

However, "Would this help, my dear?  *moves drink over*"  Ducky, I love you

– – –

Another midpoint reaction!  I can keep track of my responsibilities!  Who knew?!  :) 

Okay, so.  My bias towards characters with my own interests is showing this episode --- aka my bias towards cool characters is showing, because obviously my tastes are impeccable --- and I adore Abby for her enthusiasm with the game.  Ducky is awesome for his own part in it: the equal measures of interest and utter confusion is something that's honestly so real.  And I maintain that Tony is interested  in it too.  (No, that's not delusional at all, I don't know what you mean.  He not only was the first to inquire with interest about the MMORPG, he *also* remembered that, frankly horrible, acronym.  This is a sign of interest and I do not take criticism.  Also, he's Alec-coded, who is Dean-coded, who loves stuff like this --- see: LARPing episode --- so.  Yeah.)  These three are my dears.  [I meant to say yesterday when y’all were talking about him acting dumb and you didn’t like that:  I think Tony’s a lot more like Dean than Alec in that sense.  That may only be because I haven’t seen Alec yet to know if he’s goofy in the way Dean is.  You know, where there’s a difference between being goofy and actually being dumb, if that makes sense?]  Alec is definitely goofy-but-smart.  I mean, it’s kinda hard to avoid, to be fair, since he’s from Manticore, but yeah.  He’s shown to have, on-camera, knowledge of: strategy, triage/first aid, and a number of other skills.  He’s also taken classes on “communication and verbal usage” to fit in, and has obviously run a number of successful ops.  All in all, he’s clearly using charisma as a way of disarming people, not actually being stupid.

Honestly, the above is the main change.  Gibbs is still Gibbs (though less annoying and more... he's just kinda there?  He's not really done that much good or bad that I've noticed.)  Kate is still being annoying, though --- that scene with Russell's mother still has me irritated --- so no improvement there.  Current character ranking: Tony/Abby ('bout equal) > Ducky (veryyyy close.  Almost a three-way tie) > Gibbs (wayyyyy further down) > Kate (sorry, but you suck, Maxie)  [😂😂😂😂 Maybe it’s just because I know what’s coming and that alters my ability to hate Kate, but I like Kate, and so I’m struggling to see why you don't. ☠️ But I also don’t pay too much attention whenever I watch so maybe that’s why.]  What do you like about Kate though?  How does she not bother you?  [idk, maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I watched the show and I just liked all of them.  And again I know what’s coming.]  ... You're watching the show rn  [Yeah, but I’m watching it while I’m doing other stuff, so I’m not really taking in it the same way you are.  Also, I don’t think I’ll look for things to like or dislike about a character unless I’m told to, if that makes sense.  Like, with Max, I am looking for what other people don’t like, so obviously I’m gonna see it and not like her.  But, if I’m watching a show without having other people’s opinions on it, I kinda just watch it and don’t pick up on those things.]  You didn’t like Sam all on your own, though?  [He wasn’t my favorite, but I didn’t start actively disliking him until we started talking. And I went back and Reeeeeally Watched it and was like wow he is kinda shitty.  But, then again, I’ve always been the type of person where I have to watch something twice to fully grasp it and, by the time I was re-watching Supernatural, I was slowly watching it because I wanted to see Destiel stuff.  So I would’ve missed it then too 😆😆😆]  lasdflkajfd ma'am.  I give up, but… ma’am.

ANYWAY.  Character placement has shifted a bit.  I really don’t get what fixes Kate’s character — she’s a newbie, but she’s acting outraged any time someone has to teach her something/correctly points out her lack of experience; she’s a new recruit, but treats her superior like he’s an equal (which, I’m sorry, but, speaking as someone who has worked in lab conditions with mentors, you don’t do that unless they tell you to, and I haven’t seen Gibbs say that once); she’s not that much better a person than anyone else on the team, but she acts like she’s the end-all-be-all judgement of personal character (and not just with Tony, but with Gibbs and Ducky, too, at various points) — but I guess I’ll try to keep an open mind for Jezebel’s sake.  I’m fetching myself refreshments and then I’ll pick up again.  [😂😂 I never said she gets better]  Damn it.  But also, in all seriousness, I might be less annoyed by her arrogance if she’s actually got a bit more seniority.  I doubt it, but maybe.

Post-script: Thinking (while I procure this food) that I may just have something against main characters --- or how they're written --- or something, because I have not liked an actual main character *once* in so long... idk, maybe it's something about modern writing, or the archetype itself, but just.  Not my thing, ig. I don't know for sure.

– – –

This is the most random assortment of refreshments ever, but it’ll do.  This is why you don’t let someone with a chronological age of adult but a mental age of child make decisions.  If you do, you end up watching a television show with a bowl of corn and some soda.  Shhhhh.

– – –

Actually, apparently we’re not shushing because of Jezebel:

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️  A bowl Of CORN? Wench: A bowl of corn Wench: *sends photo of corn in a bowl and apple soda in a decorative glass.  And a water bottle* Wench: A bowl of corn Jezebel: And coke in a wine glass.  I’m ded. Wench: It’s apple soda.  And not a wine glass. Jezebel: DED Wench: If we’re speaking technically, that is Jezebel: OK?!?!☠️☠️☠️😂😂☠️☠️ Wench: THERE'S A VEGETABLE, OKAY, IT'S HEALTHY Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  Whatever you have to say to yourself to justify that your snack of choice is a bowl of corn.  Not popped.  Just corn Wench: It's corn Jezebel: A big lump with knobs? Wench: Canned corn.  I’m lazy.  Also.  I did just have dinner with folks.  So I have had other food Jezebel: True.  But still Wench: WHAT IS THE ISSUE WITH CORN Jezebel: Honestly?  Nothing.  I’ll make corn and tomatoes just to eat for a snack.  I’m just messing with you :) Wench: asdlkfjas;ldfkja;sldkjf Wench: -unfriended- Jezebel: Rude

– – –

Okay, now we’re going on.  Assuming my co-reactor over here doesn’t cause problems again :)

Weylin is a good name

So is Kinvaras  [Lol]

[Ooo jump scare]

LOOK!  LOOK!!! TONY KNOWING THE GAME INFORMATION!!!

“When you’re a computer geek playing online-”  Mmmhmm, do go on.  How do you know, Tony?  [😂😂😂😂😂😂]

Jethro's a decent rpg game, ngl.

He just wants to buy the sword

[I wish to reply to the accusation from the start of this post-midpoint reaction… You said that. Then paused.  Then started.  Then paused again. Then was like wait go back 😂😂😂😂]  Shut up, I’m revelling in my Tony-is-interested-in-rpgs headcanons, which are seeming more and more canon.  Also, I wanted to see if the scuffle I heard as he walked away was him being happy about buying the sword, or him tripping.  Alas, it was the latter, but the former lives in the good NCIS in my head

The camerawork here is weirdly choppy

"Codebreaker 7.8" alskdjf;lkasdjf;lakdsjf

... Tony.  Your hair.

Ooh, she's pretty

Um... isn't this entrapment?  I guess they're not doing it for prosecution and just for leverage, but still.

He's still so happy about being in Puerto Rico laksdjf

Y'all, maybe that's where the dings came from askdfj If there weren't scratches on any swords, THEN MAYBE IT WAS THE FREAKING POLE THAT HAS SCRATCH MARKS IN IT

(paraphrasing:) "You cannot let personal judgements interfere with the case" "I don't"  Excuse me, yes, you do, Kate

"Reception's not good here" mmmhmmm, that's not suspicious at all

alkdsjflakjdsf Tony, Tony, Tony.  'sigh'   He's a professional something, alright.  [Tony you dog 😂😂😂]  Look.  I’m just saying.  You know what they say: all work and no play…  [☠️☠️☠️]  Also, Jezebel, how dare you!  NOT THE DOG JOKES AGAIN!  [😂😂😂😂]

"There was nothing in the UCMJ against virtual homicides" askdfjalkdsfj

[Also, Misha Collins is in an episode.  I just remembered but it’s like a season three]  Dammit, guess I have to keep going  [Well darn 🙂]

Damn, that's a veryyyyy in-depth diary

"I'm constantly being monitored by the crew"  Buddy, they barely knew you

“Downloading a lot of… stuff”  Hmm… *cough cough*  [He had a super virus]

Look, I know that rambling wastes some degree of time, but.  Gibbs is so mean to Ducky :(  How dare you ignore his rambling!?

Kate doesn't actually seem to be allowing contamination with her personal values; this is logical.  (not sarcastic; I'm almost impressed, except this should be the bare minimum)

Tony, I wanna know about what you brought back.  I'm almost impressed, btw, that they didn't go for an easy joke about that one

lkasjdflksadjf ONCE AGAIN, HOW DID WE SUDDENLY GET TO HOMELAND SECURITY AND BIOWEAPONS?!?!!??! THERE'S LESS THAN TEN MINUTES LEFT!?!?!?

Okay.  Ya know what… I’m just rolling with it.

Okay, that acting was iffy.  “No!  He can't do this!!” was so desperate.  Then, "I don't know.”  was so flat.  alskdfjla;skdjf  [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️]  Sorry, but it’s true  [It very much is]

I'm.  This episode has spiraled so much.

[Nooo the way Gibbs gets back in his face tho.  ☠️☠️☠️☠️]

Okay, I appreciated the: “To win the game. *music stills*”  That was pretty damn cool.

“The ‘plague against the realm’ could simply be referring to a computer virus.”  Wait.  Hold up.  Give it a sec, but if I accidentally called his plan from the beginning — r.e. “In a horror movie, [the computers] would be the problem” — I'm gonna laugh

…

What-

This-

I'm-

...

I'm condensing my thoughts about this later

[Oh, the CGI]

“I'm finding this very hard to understand, Abby.”  Me too, Ducky, me too.

This exposition though.  It’s literally restating stuff that was already allegedly covered, and is only to explain the confusing plotline to the audience, but it’s also Abby and Ducky, so I'm not complaining

“Aren't you interested at all in what I brought you back from Puerto Rico?”  I am, Tony.  I am.

On second thought… I'm not surprised.

ALDSKJF;LAKDFJA;LKDSFJ (scandalized): TONY

(scandalized): GIBBS

TONY BUYING AN RPG BOOK; YES, I SAID IT, MY BELOVED  (Yes, I get he allegedly gave it to Gibbs, but still.  He knew what to look for.  And about the dice.  I’m sorry, but… yeah.  He’s such a rpg kid, I’m sorry.)

WE ART DONE.

– – – 

Okay, look.  I reallyyyyyy want to like this one.  And, in many ways, I do.  The rpg element is, as Jezebel can attest --- psst, Jezebel, attest: [☠️☠️☠️☠️ I attest] --- right up my alley.  Abby, Ducky, and Tony all got big roles, too.  And Gibbs wasn't that bad.  Hell, even Kate --- though I did find her a bit annoying at times --- wasn't thatttt bad.  I will die on the rpg-player!Tony hill, and I appreciate this episode for that.  I also like the juxtaposition of medieval-ish and modern.

But it just... wasn't great.  The story was confusing --- I'm really good at following stories, and I felt like this was a bit... everywhere.  Again, I think they're trying to go too big without being able to handle it. --- and the pacing was weird.  The "omg, we might have a bomb on our enclosed ship that might kill us and we only have x amount of time to find and deal with it" was really rushed --- again, confined to the last 10 minutes of the show --- and didn't have much weight to it.  That would have been better as a whole (or at least half) episode, to be honest.  I'm not even sure why they (the characters) all assumed there'd be a bioweapon anyway?  Like, "a plague against the realm" was clearly rpg code-speak, and the guy was a computer geek.  Why are they acting like he suddenly as bioweapon/bio-bomb training???

Also.  If the guy wanted to get at Kinvaras.  But he believed that Kinvaras had spies everywhere (e.g. in the entire crew).  And he wants to take them down.  Why tf did they decide "oh, yeah, wiping out Kinvaras' gamer profile and blowing up our captain will do it" was a reasonable stance?   It would have been far more logical to have computer geek boy decide to take out all the computers on board.  (I mention for the third time that they literally said the words "Computers run the ship" and then never had the *computer guy* who was also trying to *take down the ship* attempt to take down the computers.)  [😂😂]

Anyway.  I’m not trying to be too harsh.  The episode was just… very hit-or-miss.  When it hit, it really hit; when it missed, it missed badly.  And I just feel kinda blah about it.  I will simply move onto the next reaction with memories of Abby, Ducky, and Tony-the-soon-to-be-a-closeted-rpg-nerd, and pretend that the logical/writing errors here didn’t happen.  Fun lil rpg episode, no issues at all… right?!

[heyhellohihowareyou]

Killing Game Time! (Prologue Part 3)

Danganronpa x Assclass AU

Part 1 Part 2

Sugino, Kayano, and I started to look for any other students. We went from classroom to classroom but couldn’t find anyone. Then we came to a set of stairs which were behind a gate.

“Huh, what’s the deal with this?”

“Seems like some sort of gate.”

“It’s blocking the stairs. Is there something up there?”

Sugino tried pulling up the gate but it was no use.

“Ugh well, if something is up there, doesn’t look like we can get to it with this in the way.”

“Maybe, they’re building something up there?”

“Could be.” 

If they were building something up there, wouldn’t there be some sort of sign with the gate? Also, it’s not like this school is new or anything, what else could need building? Are they adding new stuff or something?

We decided to brush it off and continue with our search.

After a while, we heard something down one of the halls.

“Huh, what is that?” 

“Not sure, but it’s coming from over there.” 

We went a bit closer to where the sound was coming from and it led us to a pair of doors.

“It sounds like people talking.” 

“Maybe they’re other ultimate students?” 

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

Sugino pushed open the doors. On the other side we ended up finding other people with similar uniforms we were wearing. They were so busy talking that didn’t even notice that we just came in until the door shut behind us. Everyone then turned to look at us.

“More students?”

“Looks like it.” 

“13,14, and 15. So we currently have 15 students in here.”

So, these are the ultimates I’m guessing.

“Did you guys pass out and ended up waking up in a classroom, too?” Asked a girl with brown hair and a ponytail.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“We all did as well.” Said a boy with two antennas on his head.

Then a buff guy yelled out, “Just what in the hell is going on exactly!?”

A bunch of murmuring then filled the room. I couldn’t quite tell what anyone was saying but I could certainly tell that the majority of them were were in a state of panic. 

Until, the tall girl with straight bangs broke the chain of murmurs. 

“Guys, guys, I know this situation is a little…concerning but, I’m sure there’s some sort of logical explanation for this. Now, does anyone remember how they got here exactly?”

The short girl with short hair spoke up, “Basically, I was planning to go to Kunugigaoka but just after I stepped through the door I felt dizzy and then before I knew it, I was in a classroom.”

“That’s the same as me.” 

“Yeah, me too!”

Everybody in the room seemed to agree with the girl’s statement. 

“Okay, since we all know that we all had the same thing happen to us before coming into the building, does anyone have ideas on how that happened in the first place?”

The room fell silent for a bit.

“So, nobody’s got anything?”

“Ooh,” the guy with a shaved head started to speak,“maybe somebody drugged all of our breakfasts while we weren’t looking. Explains the memory loss and the passing out, dontcha’ think?”

“U-um, not to be rude or anything but, I don’t think that’s entirely possible.” At that moment, a girl with glasses and braids started to speak, “For one thing, I highly doubt someone could manage to drug all of our breakfasts undetected. Even if they did, some of us might have eaten solid foods like toast which can’t be drugged easily. Another thing, I don’t think all of us ate breakfast at the exact same time. That means, the drugs would have kicked in at different times for each of us. So logically, some of us would’ve passed out before even stepping a foot near the entrance unless if they got there earlier. Hehe, I’m sorry.”

“Aw man, I thought I had something.”

“Way to go, Einstein.” the blonde girl said, sarcastically.

“Hey, I don’t see you coming up with anything!”

“Why does the explanation of how we got here even matter? I don’t know about you guys but, I want to find a way out of here.”

“Did you try that?” Kayano asked, pointing to the door on the other side of the room. 

“Sure did, we didn’t have any luck though.”

“What does that mean?” 

“I don’t know if it’s locked or what but that door is absolutely impossible to open. Even that Meat Head over there couldn’t open it.”

“HEY! WHO YOU CALLING A MEAT HEAD?!”

“Anyways, we might as well try to find another way to escape. I know that the windows are a no-go, I saw that they were all bolted shut.”

“Maybe there’s some tools we can use to dig a hole or break through the walls or something.” 

“Maybe so but, where are we going to find that stuff anyways?”

“I think I saw a storage room somewhere. Maybe there’s something in there we could use.” 

“Good idea. Hey, Meat Head? Can you find the storage room and look for any useful tools in it?”

“Why do I have to? Also, STOP CALLING ME MEAT HEAD!” 

“Hehe no, just go do it.”

“Ugh, FINE!” 

The “Meat Head” was about to leave in search of any useful tools until we heard some sort of buzzing.

I looked up and it seemed like it was coming from an intercom above us. The noise continued for a while until,

“Testing one, two.” 

“What in the..” 

We heard a voice coming from the intercom.

“Good morning! All ultimate students report to the main hall. We have a surprise for all of you. Don’t be late.”

The voice in the intercom sounded so cheery but eerie at the same time. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. 

“What was that?” 

“The more important question is who was that?” 

“Should we go?” 

“What if it’s some sort of trap?” 

“I don’t want to know what would happen if we don’t go.”

“Maybe we should go. We might get an explanation for this whole thing.” 

“I guess that settles it.” 

This certainly wasn’t how I imagined meeting other ultimates. Hopefully, we all get out this soon. Maybe, we’ll be able to actually have a normal school year. After this point at least.

[coffeymarcus1]

Chanel Reissue Replica Bag Review

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➬ 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗷𝘂 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 [𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽]

➬ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗔 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁

➬ 𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗷𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻 !!!! 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲 ?! 🦟🦗🦟🦗

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The sun smacks the crap out of Taiju when you yank the curtains open. The sun rays hit him right in the eyes, interrupting his sleep. Pulling the blankets over his head he tries to continue his deep slumber but you had other plans

Opening up the window you let the cold air come into the room, instantly making the buff man stir under the covers to find a warm spot. Feeling around for you in his sleep, he gives up, feeling that your side of the bed was completely cold. Grunting he turns back to his side while wrapping the warm covers around him tightly so no cold air could reach him.

Going another step further, you flop on the bulk of a man, uncovering his face to wake him up with ghost kisses to his face. You start at is forehead - move to his left cheek then his right. Lastly his lips. “C’mon Tai. It’s late” you whisper. In return you get a grunt and light shove.

Laying chest down on him you start to poke him and run your hand through his blue locks. Booping his nose and opening up his eyes, he finally peaks his eyes open giving you a straight but calm look. “Why are you like this ?” he smile unraveling himself from the covers to expose his naked upper body to trap you in his hold. Tattoos glistening under the rays of the sun and skin starting to perk with goosebumps from the cold air.

“I let you sleep in long enough. The business ain’t gonna run itself , ya know ?”

“I have workers for that, sweetheart. There’s no need for me to go in”

“I got a call from there just now. Your little worker bitches got in a fight over who admires you the most. You need to go deal with that” you get out his hold and get out of bed to fully slide the window open and let the cold - cold air wonder fully in. “Ohhhh - A special someone called saying they wanted to meet with you. So imma need you to get up and at least get dressed”.

“Someone ? Who the hell would want to see me ? Except for you of course” you can feel the sly smirk sliding across his lips.

“Shut the fuck up” you throw a shirt at him before walking out “the special person it Hakkai !!” You yell out making your way downstairs.

“Hakkai ?…that’s not new. He’s been wanting to hang out more….” Taiju whispers to himself. His heart warms up as he repeats your words over and over. He was happy to know that his younger siblings were reaching out. He was also happy because if it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have met you.

“This is (y/n), don’t try to hit her” Yuzuha glared at him when you two walk into the house with Hakkai close behind.

“I don’t care. Just don’t piss me off” he glanced over his shoulder and quickly goes back to what he was doing. Only thing was that on that one little glance, you caught his attention and he had to double take what he had just seen. Turning his whole body around his eyes fall in contact with your and you roll your eyes at his way of being then going back to talk to with his siblings.

Your stops at their house became more frequent when you saw Hakkai with a swollen cheek and Yuzuha with a purple mark on her neck, with signs of choking.

You bust through the doors of their house and walk right up to the Black Dragons leader who was lounging on the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. “The hell did you !?”. Taiju didn’t even blink and yet didn’t know how he had a gun to his chin and you on top of him.

He didn’t feel rage. It was more of a flustered feeling . Him avoiding eye contact was what gave it away. He sat there still not knowing how to react - he sat there waiting for you to pull the trigger.

“(Y/n) please don’t”

Hakkai grabs your arm making you pull the trigger and missing your aim. Next thing y’all know - Taiju is laughing at you having guts to even threaten him. “Not bad. You didn’t completely miss” he point to his tattooed - grazed shoulder.

After the confrontation at the church, Taiju left but found a way to get to you. He remembers picking up the phone anxiously to dial the number he was provided. When your voice was heard from the other side of the line - he froze.

It took some good convincing to get you to go out with him but at the end you noticed his character change. You saw that he wasn’t the same. He was more calm. Less annoyed and with no animosity circling him. It was like being in a presence of a whole different person.

From there things came to be to what they are now. You still being friends with Hakkai and Yuzuha, you let them take all the time they needed to ease into the idea of having an actually bond with their older brother. A sibling bond where there was no physical nor mental violence.

“-pa”

“Helloooo ?! Papa !!!!”

A young boy with blue hair and the same eyes as him looks up at Taiju - calling for his attention.

“Hm ? What’s wrong, shorty ?” Taiju looks down at the boy, bringing him up in his arms

“ ‘M not short” the child pouts

“Of course you aren’t….For a three year old” he laughs bouncing the young boy in his arms. The laughter erupting from the child was what made Taiju feel complete. He was the missing puzzle that completed the agonizing puzzle Taiju used to be. He had you, his siblings and last but most important his three year old son who had his looks but your personality - a sprinkle of Yuzuha’s spunk with a dash of Hakkai’s shyness.

“Uncle Kai is here…mommy said hurry or she’ll drag you down” his son smiles not having a clue of what he just said. He was asked to deliver a message not to understand it after all.

Knowing that you were capable of doing exactly what you said, Taiju sat his son in the middle of the bed and pulled out clothes - showing the child the options to choose from. “Help me pick, buddy”

Once finally dressed the father-son duo make their way downstairs to be received with laughter coming from you and his siblings. Hakkai looking up - he smiles seeing his brother and nephew approaching. He gets up to greet his brother along with his sister. Small hugs with cherished hello’s are exchanged.

“Just came by to see how things are, ya know ? Heard that something happened at your place of work. Bet being the boss scares the hell outta those employees” Hakkai jokes

“I’ve been wanting to punch a few of them” Taiju adds a chuckle to his statement but everyone knew that he was being serious.

“I can punch them !!” The blue haired boy exclaims with pride, showing how he’d punch one of the hosts that once flirted with you.

“No,baby - Let’s put ketchup in his pocket” Taiju’s smirk appears once again.

“C’mon Tai, do better. ” You grab your beloved son from him

“Don’t be a pussy, Taiju. Pour hot sauce into his drink” Yuzuha adds in

“Yeaa. We can watch him try to calm the heat in his mouth but we’ll add hot sauce to any other beverage” Hakkai instigates smiling

“We can even eat while watching him” you wiggle your eyebrows adding into the ‘plan’.

“Wow …..We aren’t a normal family…..” Yuzuha states states the obvious.

“Far from it” You say grabbing your coat

“I like it 🤷🏻‍♀️” Hakkai shrugs opening the door to greet the ice cold wind.

“Same here” you all agree that normal wasn’t the best word to describe the family. Even if the family wasn’t normal; to all of you it was normal and didn’t mind having it that way.

“Let’s not get arrested though”

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I just know that this man became a softy after the timeskip. I mean look at him. He showed that he cared for his brother on that time line where Hakkai dies. Not only that but I truly feel like he always cared but he just didn’t know how to show it so he resorted to violence to show that he did.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

Word Count: 2000+

MASTERLIST

“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

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When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

[ptergwen]

web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

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“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. “what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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Chapter 6: The Party

Chapter 6 of my series "New Girl" new girl series masterlist

Warnings: use of dream's real name, underage drinking, people getting tipsy, suggestive language, cursing Characters: dream, drista, Niki, Jack, Technoblade, Minx, George, Sapnap, Wilbur, Sally, Karl, Quackity, Punz, Bad, Schlatt Word Count: 4.6k+ summary: y/n attends the famous halloween party with techno and things start getting... interesting

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You dusted the gold powder over your eyelids, happy with the ethereal effect it was creating. The slight winged eyeliner added even more drama. Your makeup was elegant, though. It reflected the elegance of the goddess you were dressing up as; Aphrodite.

It definitely wasn’t a conventional nor a traditional halloween costume, but it made sense. You we’re going to Jack and Niki’s Halloween party as Techno’s plus-one. You needed to match. Plus, you were both mythology buffs and you had a project for your greek mythology class coming up. So you and Techno agreed to dress up as Aphrodite and Ares respectively.

Thats why you wear a flowy white dress. Why your hair was down, free. Why you’ve brushed gold across your face. But you plopped your makeup pouch in your purse. Because you are going to try and convince Technoblade to let you put some makeup on him. Just to make him seem more like Ares. Just to add some fake scars. It’s worth a shot.

You walked out of your bathroom, to Clay in the living room. He's dressed as Frankenstein's monster, coordinating with George, who's going as Dr. Frankenstein.

Slinging your purse over your shoulder, you walked into the living room. "I still cannot get over how adorable your couples costume is." You smirked.

Clay rolled his eyes in annoyance, looking up from his phone. "How many times have I told you? We are not a couple. We're just friends, chill.”

”But come on, you guys are literally wearing matching costumes and you talk every day!”

Clay opened his mouth to respond before he closed it again. Then, the thought of a better rebuke. One that would catch you off-guard, and hopefully make you leave him alone.

“Then what about you and Mr. Technoblade? You two are wearing matching costumes and you talk nearly every day. By your logic, does that make the two of you a couple?”

And much to Clay’s delight, you blushed a bright red, the color highlighted by the gold on your cheeks. “T-that doesn’t count. It’s for a history project and we’ve only known each other for two months! You and George have known each other for years. Besides, you hate Techno.”

Your brother hums in acknowledgement, agreeing with your statement. “You‘re right. I do hate that kid, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t hang out with him.”

The two of you had already had this conversation three times this night alone, and it was getting annoying. You thought Techno was fun to hang out with. He wasn’t mean and he was smart, too. The only thing that seemed to tick Clay off was that they were rivals.

"Clay, Techno isn’t a jerk. The only reason you don’t like him is because of your stupid rivalry. Get over it. You are in high school, for goodness sake.“ You place your hands on your hips, showcasing your finality. It’s audible in your tone. “Plus, you aren’t older than me. So stop acting like you can dictate my life.”

"Twelve minutes,” is all that he says.

"Excuse me?”

"I’m twelve minutes older than you.”

You facepalm, annoyed. But a laugh bubbles up, and you giggle. A warm, comforting feeling washes over you. Because it’s been years since you’ve been able to do this. Years since you and Clay could bicker like twins before dissolving into laughter. Sure, Clay can be annoying as hell sometimes, but you love him.

He slings an arm over your shoulder. “But in all seriousness, I don’t like that kid. You should stay away from him.”

"In all seriousness, i don’t give a shit. Until he rises to your level of asshole-ness, I don’t seem a problem.”

He tried to ruffle your hair, but you ducked away. And you went back to adding necessary items to your bag. Hair ties, for emergencies. Feminine products, because you weren’t gonna let some poor girl suffer. The makeup for Techno and for touch ups. An oversized hoodie, also for emergencies. And of course, your phone.

You we’re just about to tell Clay that you were about ready to leave when a little ball of joy came running into the living room.

Drista ran straight to you, crashing into your open arms in a hug. You couldn’t help but smile, because you missed this too.

”Hey, Dris,” you mumbled into her hair, not wanting to let go until she did. And the sweet hug didn’t last much longer because your sister sprang away with the biggest smile ever. It was right then that you noticed she had four things clutched in her fist.

She held them out to you. “Look, y/n/n!” she exclaimed, dropping them into your open hands. They were four friendship bracelets. A green and white one for Clay. And a y/f/c one for you. But there were still two more.

Your little sister took two of the bracelets out of your hand and walked over to Clay. Still slightly confused, he took the bracelets, examining them.

“Woah, Dris. These are really cool!” He picked up the other one. The blue and white one. “But who’s this one for?”

Drista smiled wide as she answered, so proud of herself. She pointed at Clay. “For your boy.” Then she pointed at you, catching you off guard. “And that one is for your boy.”

Clay started coughing, surprised by Drista’s words. “Do you mean George?” he asked weakly, barely managing to choke out the question.

“Yep! The bracelet is blue and white. He said those were his favorite colors last time I asked.“

You examined the pink and white bracelet that rested in your palm. Then it hit you. Pink. Pink hair. Techno. “Dris, is this pink one for… Technoblade?”

She nodded. “Yeah! Can you please give it to him?”

”Uh, sure.” You placed the bracelet in your bag, and Clay walked to the door. You follow him, giving Drista a big hug before you do.

“Remind Mom and Dad where we are, 'cause we all know they can be forgetful."

Drista nodded waving through the window as you guys left and entered the car.

And then you drove off to the party.

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You got out of the car confidently, closed the passenger door behind you as you took in the sights of the house.

It was very much decorated. Fake skeletons and bones littered the front lawn (as well as tombstones), eerie lights were set up, and a smoke machine as well.

"Niki and Jack put a lot of work into this," you commented, walking up to the front door. "It's cool."

Clay hummed his agreement, adjusting the sweater he was wearing. The older one he decided to ruin be putting fake blood on it, just for his costume. The faint scars you had painted on his face made his Frankenstein's monster getup look even more genuine.

You were pretty satisfied with your costume, too. The flowy white dress with gold accents looked great on your body. The gold makeup and laurel crown adding another level of ethereal beauty.

If only you could see Techno's costume. But thankfully, you didn't have to wait long because Clay knocked on the door of Jack's house and heartbeats later it was opened. Revealing a beautiful girl with soft pink hair.

"Hello!" she greeted cheerfully, the black nose and whiskers drawn onto her face moved with her smile. "Come on in." She moved aside to welcome you and your brother inside.

"Hey Niki," Clay responded. "Thanks for inviting me."

She flashed another one of her sunny smiles. You couldn't deny that it made you feel a little bit better. Like there was at least one friendly person you could rely on if everything went to shit.

You stepped forward. "Hi. My name's Y/n. I'm-"

"Techno's friend, yep! Very nice to meet you!"

That stopped you dead. Because you had been about to say 'Clay's sister', about to tie yourself to him as his twin again, but now you didn't need to do that anymore.

"Nice to meet you too," you breathed, trying to control your voice.

Right then, Jack walked up. Actually, he just waved quickly - you returned the gesture - walked up to Niki, whispered something in her ear, and walked away. The girl nodded before speaking to you and Clay once again.

"Have fun! There will definitely be some people that you both won't know, but they're all pretty friendly. We'll be playing some games in a few."

Your twin nodded as Niki walked off to go back to the party.

Before he could say anything you spoke. "Have fun with your boyfriend." You walked away with a smirk, internally laughing at what his reaction must have been.

Technoblade was easy to find. He was taller than average and his pink hair was easy to find. Apparently you were easy to find too because as soon as you walked into the main living area, Techno spotted you and began to walk over.

He looked great, opting for a slightly modernized version of what Ares would have worn. A while button down and dark slacks with a red velvet cape draped around his shoulders. Just like you, his costume had gold accents as well.

He walked over to you, the cape billowing behind him. He held a drink in his hand.

"Hey, stranger," he greeted you with a small smile.

It's become your inside joke of a hello, that phrase. You said it to each other when you first met two months ago and it just stuck. Funny how things like that happen.

"Hey yourself, stranger. I like the costume. It looks good," you complimented him, relishing the way he ducks his head for the briefest moment to hide his embarrassment.

"Ah well, thank you." Technoblade took a moment to look you up and down. "You look stunning. I love the gold makeup."

His words made you blush, the pink tint highlighting your cheeks just as much as the gold powder. That reminds you-

"Oh, Techno, I forgot." You took out your makeup pouch.

"Uh... what's that?"

You smiled excitedly. "Makeup for you. I want to make your costume even more realistic!" You take out a small eyeshadow palette. "I can make fake scars and stuff."

And usually, he'd say no. Because there's no real point, but the pure excitement and eagerness on your face makes him cave in. "Sure, Y/n. But nothing too crazy please. Makeup always feels weird to me."

The two of you walk to the bathroom, past all of the partygoers, and deeper into the house.

"You've worn makeup before?" You asked, puzzled.

Techno shrugged. "Yeah. I had to participate in a couple of Wilbur's plays when we were younger. A lot of the times, the roles required some form of makeup. I didn't mind wearing it at all, it just feels weird."

That shocked you. "I had no idea you acted at all."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Aphrodite."

You chose to ignore the way the nickname made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Because he couldn't have meant it that way. Even though he's Ares for the night and you are Aphrodite doesn't mean he's thinking that you have to act like the pair that they were.

The two of you walked into the bathroom. Having done stuff like this before, you immediately directed him to sit on the edge of the sink counter, which he did.

You set your makeup bag next to him and pulled out your brown eyeliner pencil, red lip-liner, and concealer.

"Don't make me look crazy, please." Technoblade said as he watched you take all the supplies out of your makeup pouch. "I'd prefer to keep my dignity."

You chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ares."

And you started the application of the fake scars and wounds. Brown eyeliner pencil to create shadows and more recent-looking scars, concealer for older ones. You drew a scar across the bridge of his nose, over his cheekbones, and one across an eye. It was only when you were adding the finishing touches to the scar on Techno's nose did it dawn on you how close you were.

You could feel your face heating up and your heart beating faster. It took an immense amount of concentration to keep your hands from shaking and messing everything up. But moments later, you stepped away to survey your work.

"Looks good," you assessed, beginning to put everything away.

He got up from the counter to turn around and see your handiwork. His pleased hum makes you smile as you exit the bathroom, rejoining the party.

You immediately run into Niki again. She's followed by a girl with purple hair and black lipstick who's wearing a pointy witch hat. You've never seen her before.

"Oh hey Niki!"

"Hi, Y/n! We were just looking for you and... Techno!" She waves again when she sees the pink-haired walk up behind you.

The girl behind Niki suddenly cackles. "Disappeared into the bathroom together? We all know what happened there, don't we?" She teases with a cheeky smile.

A wild blush rose you your face as you scrambled to explain yourself. "No! I was just putting some makeup on Techno to finish up the costume!"

The girl giggled and Niki grabbed her arm firmly, flashing a sympathetic smile. "So sorry about her, Y/n. This is Minx."

"Hello."

Niki touched your arm affectionately. "The party games are gonna start in a few, but there's no rush at all. Everyone's in the living area."

"Thank's again, Niki," Techno said as the both of you walked into the living area together.

There was music playing through the speakers; songs you recognized, you noted happily. Colored lights danced on the walls. People danced to the upbeat music too.

"Techno!" someone called from the crowd, and you nodded as the boy playing Ares walks with you over in that direction. And the voice turns out to be Wilbur.

He's dressed in a long, beige trench coat, his normal wire-rimmed glasses and a beanie. "Hey guys," he says, patting his brother's shoulder. "You guys look pretty good. Very accurate."

Technoblade snorted. "You wouldn't know. You barely do your homework."

He laughed. "Touché."

"Who are you dressed as?" you asked, feeling bad that you didn't know immediately.

The brunet gasped in mock offence. "I'm Sherlock Holmes! And Sally there," he pointed vaguely to a red-haired girl in the crowd. "Is my Irene Adler."

Neither you nor Techno knew who that was.

Wilbur sighed in disappointment. "You would think that your love of history would translate to the subject of English, but no. Irene Adler is the love interest of Sherlock Holmes."

"What about Enola?"

"Surprised you know her name, but she's his sister. We decided-"

"Yeah. It'd be weird."

Wilbur smiled at you, eyes flitting between you and his brother. It made you puzzled; because what did that look mean?

With a final smile and parting nod he said, "Well, I have a date to talk to and it looks like you do too." Wilbur walked to the girl he had pointed to previously. Irene Adler. Sally.

"I should... probably talk to my brother too. If you want to come, go ahead, but I know that you guys don't have the best track record with each other."

That made the boy bark an actual laugh. It lit up his whole face, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards as well. "Very true," he admitted, still smiling. "but it's rude to leave one's date alone."

You turned around again and started walking to find Clay, if only because it would hide your blushing face, because only now that he said it did it truly dawn on you that you were his date. You were his plus-one to a party he usually went to alone.

And then you saw him, your tall-ass brother. He was standing next to George, of course. But they were standing really close to each other. Like, arm-around-leaning-on-his-shoulder close. It made you smile.

”Hey, asshole,” you called out, catching his attention. and much to your satisfaction, he blushed and hastily pulled himself away from George, trying to compose himself. “Hey, George.”

The brunet waved and echoed a greeting. You liked George. He was kind and funny, and he made your brother happy.

Clay was just about to say hello when his eyes caught sigh of Techno. They narrowed, expressing hostility. He stiffened and drew himself up to his full height. He and your history partner were the same height.

“Hello, Technoblade.”

You laughed, cutting the tension. “I’m so sorry, but that sounded painful.” You were so busy giggling that you didn’t notice the way Techno looked fondly at you. Clay didn’t miss it, though.

”Hello, Clay,” was the pink-haired’s response. His voice wasn’t hostile, simply thoughtful. Neutral. “This is my first time seeing you at this party, do you like it?”

The lack of hostility in his voice caught your brother off guard, but he regained his composure almost immediately. “Yeah, I am. It’s pretty cool.”

You were about to chime in when Jack’s voice interrupted, cutting through the noise.

”Party games in the living room, everyone!”

You, Technoblade, George, and Clay nodded at each other, walking into the living room together. Everyone was gathering there as well. You and Techno found a spot in the forming circle almost immediately, sitting next to each other. Clay and George sat together as well, across the circle, though.

You reached to your side to reposition your crossbody purse when you remembered what was inside: the bracelet Drista wanted you to give to your “date”.

You turned to him and tapped his arm. Understanding, he lifted his hand and placed it palm-up in yours. You took out the bracelet and began tying it on. It took a moment because the stringers were a little short but soon enough, he was wearing the pink and white woven bracelet.

”From my sister,” you whispered the explanation.

”Tell her I say thank you and that I quite like it,” was his also-whispered response.

You smiled and nodded, only just noticing that everyone had sat down when you felt their gazes. Your cheeks began to heat up.

”You done?” Clay sneered, done with the whole interaction. He winced when he felt George’s sharp elbow smash into his ribs.

Niki clapped, and at her side, Minx was smiling knowingly. “Well,” Niki began. “Welcome everyone, to Jack and my annual Halloween party!”

Collective cheers and claps all around the circle.

”As always, we are going to be playing a variety of circle games. Jack will now explain them.”

You shifted your focus to him. His costume was that of a hacker, modeled of of a popular character in a recent movie. Rectangular red and blue-lensed glasses, a headset (which he was resting on his shoulders) and a baseball cap.

”The games we are going to be playing are: Truth, Dare, or Drink, Never Have I Ever, Spin the Bottle, Two Truths and a Lie, and others if anyone has suggestions.”

Everyone nodded.

”The first game better be Two Truths and a Lie,” Sapnap called out, in his costume of a pyrokinetic. Karl - a time traveler, and Quackity - a casino manager, were seated on either side of him.

”Okay,” Jack sighed. “And since you suggested it, I guess you can pick first.”

Sapnap smiled mischievously before pointing at Clay. You snickered, muttering under your breath. “This is gonna be fun.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Fine.“ He took a moment to think. “I have two sisters, I’ve run away from the police before, and my full name is Clayton.”

Everyone’s answers were interesting. There seemed to be nearly a half-and-half decision between “two sisters” and “running from the cops” as the lie.

It took you a moment to remember that nobody had previously known that he had two sisters, so their answers made sense. It would be fun to surprise them since you were literally at the party.

Clay smirked. “My full first name is actually just ‘Clay’. Which means that I have, in fact, run from the cops before and I do have a second sister.” He shrugged. “She’s actually here right now.”

“Woah, man,” a blond boy says. “That’s kinda badass.”

“Which part, Punz? The ‘having a sister’ part, or the ‘running from the cops’ part’?”

Punz thought for a moment. “The second one more. But how come we’ve never met your sister? How old is she? Is she hot.”

Techno’s expression darkened for a moment and Clay grimaced. “Okay, gross. But you’ve never met her since she was at Pogtopia Boarding School for a while. Now she’s at SBI. She’s my age.”

And you decided it was time to make your entrance. Time to introduce yourself.

”’She’ is also right here,” you said wryly, gesturing vaguely to yourself. Everyone’s eyes snapped to you. Some of them you knew, others, you had no idea who they were. “Hey. I’m Y/n.”

Punz whistled which made you roll your eyes.

He mouthed something to Clay. It was comical how obvious it was what he was saying. He meant for it to be that way, after all.

“That is seriously disgusting, bro. Shut up.”

Minx clapped once to cut off the conversation. “Okay, great. But the real question is, Y/n. Did he actually run from to police.”

Expecting a much more invasive question you nodded. “Oh yeah. I watched it all happen.” You thought back for a second. “I might even still have the video….”

Your brother waved a hand out. “No no no. We’re not showing that.”

”Oh come on! Why wouldn’t you want to show your twelve-year-old self running from the cops wearing a superhero cape.”

Everyone laughed at the way Clay’s face suddenly bloomed red. You stuck your tongue out at him.

”I definitely want to see that,” George said in between his laughter. “It’ll give me something to blackmail him with.”

”Ha! Finally another person to help blackmail my brother,” you celebrated. “I’m honestly surprised he likes you this much.”

To your delight, your comment makes both Clay and George blush, which makes everyone laugh. You take a sip of the drink you grabbed on the way to the living room, smiling because you are starting to feel more at home among these people.

Soon enough, the game was changed. This time, to Truth, Dare, or Drink.

Well, this will be interesting, you thought.

“Clay,” George selected the first victim of the game and you snickered. “Do you like anyone.”

Everyone held their breaths, waiting for his response.

”Well, duh. I hold a mutual respect for everyone. but if you’re asking me whether I have a crush, that’s a different story.”

“okay then," George countered, “Who is your crush?”

"Nope! My turn's over."

"Really dodged a bullet there, Clay," you called.

The party continued for many hours. The games continued. Eventually, not enough people were picking "truth" so the game got changed to "Drink or Dare".

And from the game, a lot of interesting things were revealed from each person. Also, everyone was a little tipsy from the drinks, so everyone was far more loose-lipped.

Over the course of the night, you - and a lot of others - had learned: Bad has gone to a shooting range and knows how to throw knives, Niki can speak multiple languages, Schlatt keeps a running list of his favorite cereal, and George has slept for fourteen hours straight. But the most interesting one, in your opinion, is something you discovered about Technoblade; he knows how to play violin and used to be on a fencing team. Apparently he's incredibly good at both.

But the secret-sharing portion get's boring, so back to the dares.

Somehow, you've avoided getting picked to do an embarrassing dare, but that's because it hasn't been Wilbur or Minx's turn to choose. Those two had become adamant on teasing. Messing with you and Techno. You couldn't hide the pink tint at this point. But the fact that many were tipsy made a natural excuse.

But now it was Minx's turn to pick a victim, and she looked directly at you. You rolled your eyes, expecting something embarrassing.

"Y/n. I dare you to sit on Techno's lap."

The pink-haired's hand - which had found it's way to around your waist over the course of the night - stiffened. You swallowed nervously.

"Uh...."

In the softest voice ever, so quiet you could barely hear him, Techno spoke up. "A dare's a dare."

Holding your breath, you moved to sit on one of his crossed legs, not yet comfortable with fully sitting on his lap. But thankfully, Minx didn't complain. In fact, she leaned forward to reach across Niki and Sally. Just to high-five Wilbur.

Wilbur. Who's turn it happened to be.

"Techno," He smirked, looking very much as if he already had a plan for his dare. And it wouldn't surprise you if he did. In fact, you very much believed that he had been thinking up the perfect dare for the past five minutes.

"I dare you to tell us, out of the people here, who you'd take on a date."

Your heart beat faster. And since your back was resting on Techno's chest, you could feel his heart doing the same. To your surprise, he didn't pick up his cup and take a drink.

"Y/n." He sounded so nonchalant. But with that one name dropping from his lips - your name - makes your heart race wildly.

Even Wilbur looked shocked. He muttered under his breath, something about not expecting his brother to admit it so quickly. Minx looked delighted.

But Clay? Clay looked absolutely pissed. He was absolutely in no way happy about what Techno said. And you knew that if no one distracted him, there was a concerningly high chance that he'd launch himself at Techno.

Quackity, thank goodness for him, broke the tension. "Well god damn. I didn't expect that."

The collective silence affirmed one thing; neither did everybody else.

But since this was a party that people had been looking forward to all year, the night continued. You stayed sitting half on your friend's lap and both of you continued to think about what Techno had admitted.

~-~-~-~-~-

Clay had already said goodnight to his friends and was waiting in the car, having sobered up by the end of the night that it was safe for him to drive.

You faced Techno on the front porch. He and Wilbur would be going back to their home together.

"Thanks for coming to his party with me," Techno thanked you as he pulled away from the hug you had been in.

You smiled widely, thinking back to all of the fun you had in the previous couple hours. "No problem. I actually had a lot of fun. Thank you for bringing me."

He grinned too, and it made something in you flutter with a strange happiness. "I didn't expect you to have fun with all the shit that they were pulling."

That makes you laugh - and blush slightly. "Well, I still had fun, so thank you."

He bent forward, arm across his chest in a fake bow. You failed to stifle a smile.

"You are very welcome, Aphrodite."

You turn to leave, but not before doing one thing that Technoblade will end up repeating over and over in his head for the next few days.

You walk back to him, lean forward, and kiss him on the cheek. "I'd take you on a date too."

Because your back is turned to Techno as you walk back to the car - and Clay - you miss the expression on your friend's face. The utter shock. But best of all, the fact that he's blushing so hard his cheeks are the same color as his hair.

He watches and gently waves goodbye as you leave.

Holy shit.

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[romanianwilkinson]

MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

“ And lastly, super-horny-type players no longer get a charm buff against tsundere types! ”

“ War machines don’t turn me on or anything! ”

“ I don’t wanna be weird, but do you mind if I climb inside of you and play around with your main turret? ”

“ A wine to DIE for, you say? Well, darling, don’t threaten me with a good time! ”

“ This one just says ‘ hmu with that reaper dick, daddy ’. ”

“ You on your phone, as always! Probably making blogposts on your Tik Tok page. ”

“ Yeah, you really don’t want to witness a repeat of the last time [NAME]’s diehard fans went without a selfie for fifteen minutes. My tailbone still hasn’t completely healed. ”

“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

“ Yay! You found a shenanigan! ”

“ My poems all have two or three emotions in them, AT LEAST. ”

“ CRYING IS OBVIOUSLY A COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN SQUEEZE THE MOST WATER OUT OF THEIR EYES! ”

“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

“ And as you know, I am illustriously Internet-famous, so if you could shower me with adoration and give me the pizza that would be fabulous. ”

“ Do you wanna fuck the pizza or not? ”

“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

“ What if she puts a curse on me that makes me magically forget the location of the clitoris?! ”

“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

“ Oh gods, I’ve killed so many monsters, just for being monsters. This is making me question my entire moral foundation. I NEED MORE THERAPY. ”

“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

“ You’re not tricking me into parenting a stupid egg. I’ve never fucked even ONE chicken! The egg is not my son! ”

“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ” 

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

[definitelynotsuzumi]

Zapped to Another World

Genshin Impact x Fem!Reader

I wrote this in my spare time when I was working back in November and thought that I should share this ^-^ 

Depending on the comments/notes and if I have spare time, I may be updating this. 

[Masterlist]

The rain poured down your umbrella. The clouds coloured the sky a dark grey as you ran for the bus. You sighed as you reached the traffic light. Yup, you were definitely not going to be able to catch it now.

School had ended for the year, which meant more free time for you and the new game you had recently gotten into. Genshin Impact.

You could not help but smile at the thought of it. With school out of the picture, you could finally focus on the game completely. There was so many things to do. Farming for artifacts, completing your daily commissions…

You sloshed your way over as the lights turned green. While you love that school is out, you honestly hated the wet weather that came with the winter break and the feeling of wet socks on your feet. After safely crossing the road, you winced as a white truck rushed by, soaking your clothes through as the giant puddle you have been trying to avoid poured onto your skirt and legs.

You let out a sigh as you quickly took shelter under a tree nearby to try and wring out the remaining water when it happened.

“Just my luck…”You muttered as you clumsily balanced your umbrella, “Can it get any worse?”

Just as those words left your lips, it happened. A white flash lit the sky for a brief second. But it was too late. Thousands of volts came cascading upon your body and everything turned white.

“This is your fault.” You heard a voice. It sounded like a young, sulky boy.

“How is this my fault? You’re the one who lashed out when I put down that +4 card down.”

“THAT AIN’T FAIR STILL! I WAS SO CLOSE TO WINNING AND YOU BLEW IT!”

“Uh…What’s going on?” You blinked as your vision settled. You sat in what looked like a library of sorts, with several shelves lining the walls and a long white and gold marble table in the centre of it all. A girl with long, platinum hair glared down at her male counterpart, who huffed in annoyance.

“How about you explain it to her, Artem.”

“Sorry, but I don’t speak to cheaters.”

“Oh for gods sake- fine. We apologize for uhm…Killing you. Truly, a thousand apologies. If only someone can control their temper for once in their life-“ The girl shot a dirty look at Artem.

“LIKE YOU ARE ONE TO TALK! SOLARIA, YOU SINGED MY EYEBROWS OVER KILLING YOU IN AMONG US!”

“Well excuse you! My anger was perfectly justified! You voted me out even when I told you the truth and that I was innocent!”

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO EMBROIDER AND GROOM THEM BACK TO NORMAL AGAIN?”

“Could you guys please stop fighting for 10 seconds?” You yelled over the noise. The girl and boy finally stopped, leaving you to rub at your ringing ears.

You sighed. Kids were always a handful back in your home. You had to take care of your cousins whenever your aunt was over, and it often resulted with your ears ringing and your head pounding.

“What’s done is done. I’m…well, dead and I seriously have no idea where I am.” You said, trying to stay composed.

“Well…In your human terms, this is kind of like the After Life.” The boy, Artem explained, sighing as he put down his Uno cards.

“Or well, it shouldn’t since…You were supposed to live for like, another 50 to 60 years. But someone messed it up.” The girl, Solaria, summoned a book from a shelf. You blinked as a weathered leather book with gilded, golden pages floated down onto the table.

“Shut up. I said that I was sorry, didn’t I?” Artem groaned.

“Sir Artem, are you losing your braincells? I was the one who apologized. You still owe the human an apology.” Solaria bit back icily.  

With a wave of her hand, the pages of the book flipped and she studied it carefully for a minute before looking back up.

“Well, as a soul now, you have an option. You can go into Elysium or be reincarnated.” Solaria sighed as Artem huffed again.

“Huh. What do you know? Elysium sounds real good right about now-“You thought out loud as Artem’s eyes turned wide with fear.

“Please don’t go into Elysium!” Artem yelled. The books shook in the shelves as his voice echoed.

“Ow, inside voice please? Hasn’t your mother taught you better?” You winced in pain. It seems that immortals had a throat of steel, judging from the way they could shout infinitely.

“I’m really sorry, but if Dad finds out I brought in another human because I accidentally killed them…He’s going to banish me…To Earth…” Artem looked down onto the table.

He was unable to meet your eyes as you stared at him with bemusement.

“Yeah, as much as I hate to say it, please…Reconsider on our offer to reincarnate. He is on thin ice with Father and if he is banished, I’d have to take on his duties as well. I’m pretty exhausted with the workload as it is.” Solaria sighed.

“As long as it’s not Earth, I’m cool with it.” You looked up at the ceiling, which took your breath away. The entire solar system was on it. With it, was the familiar sphere of white, green and blue.

“Hm, that is easy enough. I could reincarnate you into my world.” Artem brightened up.

Solaria sighed with relief.

“And to make up for it, I could buff you up with a couple of blessings here and there-“

“Within reason.” Solaria cut in, with a sharp look at Artem.

“Psssh, as if it’s hard to make a Gnosis.” Artem had considerably relaxed after hearing your statement.

“Are you serious? Don’t you even know the situation down at Teyvat?!” Your eyes widened. Were they talking about what you were thinking of?

Artem rose to his feet, the ivory wings on his lower back flaring. His eyes gleamed gold as he stared down his sister.

“It’s my world. I do what I like with it. If you don’t like it, get a world of your own.”

“You only got your world because Mother took pity on you. Don’t act all big when you have killed so many humans.”  Solaria hummed, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll only grant this human the bare minimum. Anything more, and I’ll let Father know of your deeds thus far, even if it means more work for me.” Solaria glared back. Her eyes gleamed silver as she did so. You felt a shiver run down your spine. 

“That’s all that I’ll need then. Work on your blessings and gifts. I’ll work on mine.” Artem turned away from his sister. The siblings set to work, the atmosphere of ice cold professionalism now in the air.

Solaria rose from her place on the table. With a flick of a finger, the Uno cards vanished with a burst of gold sparkles. The leather book floated beside her as she constantly referred to its pages while flying around the room.

“Hmm…Not much of a combatant, I see. Polearms and swords will probably be hard for you. Perhaps…A catalyst?” She pulled out a bright blue book adorned in gold, with feathers sticking out.

Blowing off any dust from the beautiful book, she casually tossed it over her shoulder and onto you. You instinctively brought your arms up to protect your face but as the book hit your arms, it disappeared into a burst of gold.

“Huh?” You blinked as you saw the book reappear beside you, its pages flipping.

Solaria returned with a satchel and a bag of gold coins. Looking satisfied as she noticed the book beside you, she inserted the bag of coins into the satchel before sliding it over your shoulder. Solaria hummed to herself before smiling again.

Reaching behind her neck, Solaria detached a shimmering teardrop necklace before slipping it around yours.

“There’s nothing special about it, apart from it glowing. I thought it would be a nice touch.” Solaria winked at you. 

Tilting your chin up, you froze with shock as she pressed her lips against yours.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“Oh, please. Don’t be flustered. That was merely a blessing of mine. It will help you when you need to speak with the natives of the land.” Solaria coolly said as she wiped her mouth.  

You were still reeling in shock. Your throat seemed to tighten as you coughed. 

“..Thank you, for agreeing with us on our selfish request. To be forcibly stripped of our powers can be the worst pain and humiliation a god or goddess can bear.” Solaria murmured to you as she hurried to the end of the room, where she knelt and seemed to draw symbols in gold.

You held back your tongue. ‘What about me? I got zapped to death here.’ You thought to yourself.

“It is done. Please step into that summoning circle there.” Artem held a floating, golden cylinder in his hands. Solaria rose from her place on the floor, gesturing for you to come over.

It was a Gnosis! You were quick to obey as you hurried to Solaria’s side.

Stepping into the centre, you turned to face Artem and Solaria, who stood side by side. They flared their wings as you sensed an energy swirl around you.

“I, Artem, God of the Moon, grant you passage and dominion over my world, Teyvat. Do you accept, (Y/N) (L/N)?” Artem’s voice echoed in your ears.

“I accept.” As the words left your lips, the Gnosis within his hands flew into your chest. You gasped as it did so, a heat spreading rapidly across your chest.

“Be safe on your travels, (Y/N) (L/N).” Solaria flashed a warm smile as you coughed.

“Resigno!”

The gold summoning circle glowed bright blue and you found yourself falling through the blue skies.

You screeched ungracefully as you fell from the sky headfirst. The green grass was coming up way too fast. 

‘Am I going to die again?’ You thought as you held out your arms to break your fall, only for a huge gust of wind to cushion your fall. 

“Huh?” You blinked in surprise as a person clad in green floated beside you. 

It was a young boy with 2 braids, which gleamed blue in the light. His eyes were a beautiful mix of green and blue. 

‘Venti?’ You gaped as he grabbed your hands and guided you back onto the ground. 

“Never thought I’d have an audience during my practice session. Are you okay?” Venti grinned at you. 

“Never...Never better. Thank you...”You gave a thumbs up as you got air back into your lungs again. 

His deft fingers plucked at his harp as he sat down on the soft grass. 

“It’s no problem. But what brings you here anyways? Not many people know of this spot.” Venti tilted his head. It seemed as though you uncovered his secret place. 

“I- uh well...Accidents happen. I’m not a mad fan or a stalker, I swear. Well, maybe I am a fan but still.” You rambled but you forced yourself to stop talking and to breath. Venti is real and he is in front of me. Venti is real and he is in front of me. 

Your heart was beating fast. 

‘I should say something smart, introduce myself or something.’ You thought to yourself as you composed yourself. 

You wanted to at least tell him your name but the words are out faster than you can stop them. 

“Wanna grab a drink?”  

[kagesdumpsterfire]

CW: mentions of p*dophilia (not spoken about in good light)

To the anon in my askbox who just unloaded on me:

1: I don't know if you are a copy paste anon searching out random destiel/cockles blogs to attack, but I don't feel it is my business to post YOUR personal trauma on MY page so I will answer you like this because I'm not about to put someone's tragic story on blast for people to see.

2: You came to the wrong blog for " my trauma made me an expert on this subject so I can shame you" because...just because I don't put my BS out there doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I'm a bit of a private person, but believe me when I say I get it. Okay? My stuff is actually why I now have a decent understanding of human psychology which leads us to:

3:I want to explain a facet of trauma that goes untalked about for OBVIOUS reasons. Intrusive thoughts:

Intrusive thoughts are unwanted thoughts that can pop into our heads without warning, at any time. They're often repetitive – with the same kind of thought cropping up again and again – and they can be disturbing or even distressing.

Heres a link to a medical article that can explain it a little better:

An, important quote from the article:

"Intrusive thoughts may be violent or disturbing. They may be thoughts of a sexual nature, including fantasies. They can also be about behaviors you find unacceptable and abhorrent.

These thoughts, however, are just thoughts. They seemingly appear out of nowhere and cause anxiety, but they have no meaning in your life. They’re not warning messages or red flags. They’re simply thoughts."

They are something that nearly everybody experiences, most just never speak about them. If you look at the source of the incident in question, IN FULL CONTEXT, you can clearly see what he is talking about are intrusive thoughts. Now, don't get me wrong p*dophilla is nothing to make light of and is disgustingly rampant in Hollywood and politics and has been for a very LONG time( I'm actually a major history buff and do a whole thing on ignored history facts in America on my other SM and I covered this subject a while back so believe me, I understand the disturbing ignorance of it), however it is dangerous to accuse someone of it without presenting more facts than an out of context rumor. Thats how the real creeps slip by. Because a p*do isn't going to up and tell you they are one. They are going to make themselves as child friendly and likeable as possible so you don't blink an eye at them. Should he have said those things outloud? Obviously not, because here we are. There are certain subjects better left between you and your therapist and instances like this are exactly why.

THAT BEING SAID:

4: Based on your last statement imma take a stab in the dark and guess you're a Jared stan, which is your right. Do you boo boo idgaf. However, it is not your right to come at a stranger in an anonymous message and spew hate at someone you don't know from Adam. You don't know me, you don't know my life and you don't have the right to treat me with any sort of negativity because you don't agree with me.

Have I ever said Misha is without flaw? Absolutely not. He has said/done/ tweeted insensitive and questionable things and should ABSOLUTELY be held accountable for them. As his fan I will absolutely acknowledge when he has done wrong and I won't blindly praise a celebrity. They are humans and make mistakes. More so, they are humans that come from a place of privilege and being in that place of privilege and in the public eye, hold a certain responsibility to be careful about what they do, as they are seen as role modles for the rest of society. When they mess up, they 100% need to be held accountable so that those who follow them know their behavior is unacceptable and learn that there are consequences for those type of actions.

So yeah, when Misha messes up, he needs to be held accountable.

Because Misha does mess up.

And Jensen messes up.

But you know who else messes up and needs to be held accountable instead of being babied and praised like he can do no wrong? JARED MOTHERFUCKING PADALECKI.

See, my issue is less with him ( though yes I do have my issues with him) and more with people like you. It's people like you who defend him when he's doxing people, when he's making those inappropriate jokes, when he is inserting himself where he doesn't belong and defending things like assault with excuses. Because when you do that, he doesn't learn that those things are wrong. He sees it as support to keep doing those things. When people like you keep using "but his mental health", as an excuse he's going to keep using it as an excuse. Now let me be clear, coming from someone with ADHD depression and CPTSD induced anxiety, mental health issues are always an explanation BUT NEVER should be used as an excuse. That is exactly why there is such a stigma against certain disorders. Because they have been used as excuses to not try and better oneself. Its disgusting and the cycle needs to end but it will not if we keep using the same excuses for people in the public eye. It's real easy to tell someone : "Hey just because you have experienced this, doesn't mean you get to do this." Watch I'll show you.

I don't agree with Misha exposing his kids to certain things (such as certain music) at such a young age just because his childhood was skewed. I also belive he needs to dial back and rethink some of his GISH items, because, although the thought behind them comes from a good place, they can sometimes be disruptive or harmful. I think he still needs to apologize for certain tweets. But I still admire him and will always be grateful to him for helping me be more open with myself.

I don't approve of some of the things Jensen has said onstage. I don't think he should have talked so openly about his weariness over the prospect of twins in such a public forum where they can one day hear it. I don't like that people use "the environment he grew up in" as an excuse for things he has said or some of his actions because your "environment" is no excuse to not try and learn and better yourself. But in the past few years he has grown and learned a bit and apologized and I am very proud of him and will continue to be a fan of his, as I have been for a long time.

See? I can accept my faves aren't perfect. But what about you? See this is the thing I find absolutely hilarious about your side of the fandom. You will scream that Jared is human and makes mistake but one of the others slips up and you jump on them like starving hyenas. You will freak out if some one brings up Jared's arrest or doxxing or insensitive tweets ( or really anything he has done wrong and hasn't apologized for) and yell at people for "Dredging up the past! It happened years ago get over it!" But ya'll are quick to pull up 8, 9, 10, sometimes 12 year old interviews or photos of the others and scream "Racism! P*do! Liar! Privlage!" Like you aren't doing the same thing you cry about. Y'all are quick to defend Jared with "But so and so did this" but get pissed when someone does the same with Jared. Y'all will stomp your feet about "staying in your own lane" yet here you are bouncing up and down in my inbox when I've maybe 2 posts that view Jared in a negative light and tagged properly so the only way you could see them was if you searched them out. And for a group of people that are all about protecting someone's mental health and AKF, y'all sure don't seem to give two shits about the mental health of the people you go after and make fun of and make nasty nicknames for and harass in the name of protecting your fave.

And finally,

5: If Misha or Jensen had drunkenly assulted someone and made jokes about it while continuing to drink, instead of taking responsibility for it, if either of them had gone after a beloved actor MERE HOURS after his death (a death that was a result of a disease caused by MHI btw) on a public forum, if either of them did any of them stuff that Jared has done I don't like, then you bet your ass I'd be pissed. You bet your ass I'd call them out. You bet your ass I'd stop being a fan of theirs if the behavior continued. You wanna know why? Because NEWSFLASH: I used to be a fan of Jared's too!!!! I stopped because I couldn't support his behavior anymore. Thats called being an objective adult.

So, next time you wanna come onto some random person's blog and accuse them of needless hate against your fave while pointing out the flaws of theirs, maybe look in a mirror hun, yeah? Good talk.

Have the day you deserve. Buhbye.

[tobiosmilktea]

umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[008] — we meet again!

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a/n: i was listening to hozier while writing this which explains why both bokuto and iwaizumi is whipped for the mc ✨

asking if you were okay was a good question. really, it is—too bad you didn’t know the answer to that very question no matter how grossly interchangeable the words were tossed around and scrambled into nuances phrases. if anything, it made your mood turn even more sour as your two best friends tried their best to calm you down. keyword: tried

kaori was too busy dying of laughter as she would tease the glaring look on your face. “you’re going to pop a blood vessel, honey.” she snickered, holding her stomach as it ached under the constant tension.

meanwhile akaashi was still profusely apologizing beneath the latter’s amusement. a sigh left your lips for the umpteenth time in the span of five minutes as your arms braided over each other in frustration. “what the fuck are you trying to get at, keiji?”

a gasp practically escaped kaori as she slapped her hand over her mouth, “(y/n) used your first name, that’s how you now she’s pissed off.”

akaashi could only roll his eyes. it was to his best bet to ignore any of kaori’s quips as she’s known to escalate things just by the power of that witty brain of hers. “nothing!” the editor exclaimed as he turned back to you, “i just figured it wasn’t a big deal since you and bokuto both said you guys ended on good terms. besides, i warned you to check the list.”

“okay, but that doesn’t explain the fact that iwaizumi is here!” it was at this moment that you were glad the music was pumping loudly through the venue speakers to hide over your shouts.

“i told you they work for the same team, but i didn’t know they were friends until i saw who bokuto wanted to invite!”

you groan, “unbelievable.”

“i just don’t think you should let their presence ruin the rest of the night, (y/n).” akaashi mentions flatly.

“i agree,” kaori suddenly cuts in, “it’s your party, you could kick them out if you want.” she suggests with an impish tone and an expression laced in provocation.

“i’m not going to kick them out, kaori—” you’re interrupted then as she swiftly elbows you in the breast, “ouch! what was that for?”

 “sorry, i was aiming for your ribs not your titty.” she laughs briefly before motioning to a familiar figure making it’s way towards you three. perhaps it was his height that triggered a response in you to cause your heart to rapidly thump against your ribcage, but honestly, it was probably his spiked hair with white tips that was the perpetrator. “is that bokuto? oh fuck, he’s coming, act natural.”

great, you thought. you had to fight the urge to just walk away a leave, but you knew it wasn’t going to end well whatever you did. knowing your luck, you were going to stumble upon this man one way or another.

“akaashi, there you are!” bokuto calls out over the crowd, serpentining his way through groups of conversating individuals to reach his best friend. but in all honesty, akaashi knew what this guy was doing. bokuto didn’t listen to a word he said in his text messages as the volleyball player ended up coming over here either way just to talk to you.

you’re over (y/n) my ass, akaashi thinks to himself, feigning from rolling his eyes again because at this point, it was just a matter of time before everything came crashing down.

it almost felt like a target was on you, perhaps a red laser shining right in the middle of your forehead the moment bokuto flickered his attention to you. “(y/n)! it’s so nice seeing you again!”

you nod as an awkwardly smile melted on your expression, “it’s nice seeing you too, bokuto.” despite your meek demeanor, what you said certainly wasn’t a lie. you would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t miss bokuto and his warming aura. you suppose it was the sudden meeting that caused your fight or flight response to suddenly kick in.

bokuto’s eyebrows furrow slightly, “bokuto? what happened to calling me kou?”

as if the situation wasn’t already difficult being in, it was as if he flicked another match into the burning dumpster fire of a party. “well... we haven’t seen each other in years, so i thought it was appropriate.”

“ah...” his voice trailed on as a few beats of silence ensued.

“oh shit,” kaori suddenly curses under her breath as she nonchalantly spilled his drink all over her arm. “um, akaashi could you come and help me clean this off?” she asks in faux concern, not bothering to give the guy a chance to answer as she tugged him away.

you couldn’t help but feel a faint smirk forming on your lips as you watched the two disappear into the crowd. kaori was always good at acting herself out of awkward situations that you honestly had to applaud her. maybe later you would teasingly remind her to audition for the webtoon’s live action just to spite her. it was just a little mindless payback for leaving you alone with your ex-boyfriend.

your striking gazes met again as you turned your attention back towards bokuto. at first glance, he looked exactly the same as you last saw him—then again, the last time you did see bokuto was when you two decided to break up on the day before graduation, you couldn’t remember much of him as it was dark under the midnight sky as tears blurred your vision. even when things ended up mutual with no hard feelings, you still couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heart when you recalled the way bokuto looked at you then.

it was hard to sleep that night. 

it was a bizarre juxtaposition of comparing eighteen year old bokuto to him now. rather than appearing before you with messy hair and tears streaming down his face, he was beaming in some contagious lightheartedness. it was a feeling you never thought you would feel so nostalgic in as he still smelt like fresh chamomile. he was much bigger now, more buff as one would say and not to mention taller as well.

perhaps going professional really treated this man wonders as you had to admit how increasingly more attractive he has gotten.

“you look great, by the way.” bokuto says, pulling you out of your thoughts as you realize how long you have been staring.

“thanks...” god, this is awkward. this certainly wasn’t leaving a good impression on your part, “you don’t look too bad either.”

a red tint burned at the tips of bokuto’s ears as he scratched the nape of his neck like it was some kind of nervous tic. he usually doesn’t get nervous meeting people, new or old, yet there was something about the way you look at him even after all these years that would send his heart rate into the extremes. he hated how this all ended due to your differing aspirations. “congrats on having a successful webtoon. love cemetery is amazing and i’m obsessed if you couldn’t already tell.”

“i never really pinned you to be one of my biggest fanboys, you know.”

“i’ve always been your biggest fanboy,” bokuto assured with a smirk, “how about you, are you still my biggest fangirl?”

you playfully scoffed at his statement, “um...”

“um?” he pressed, finding the amusement in your eyes adorable.

“i dunno, i haven’t really kept up with volleyball after high school.” you chuckled, swirling the contents of your drink in your hand. “besides, i think you have enough fangirls drooling over you.”

“who needs all of them if i have you?”

you rolled your eyes as you took a sip from the alcohol in your hands. “you’re flirting again.”

“isn’t that the reason why you dated my in the first place?” bokuto jested, feeling the burning in his cheeks as he couldn’t stop smiling. this was progress to him knowing that this playful banter was enough to surely get you two to reconnect again.

you peered your eyes at him suspiciously, “you’re planning something, aren’t you?”

“you’re making it sound like i’m evil!”

“well, are you?”

“of course i’m not,” said bokuto, “i just wanted us to be friends again.”

“you’re kidding.”

he shook his head, “never in a million years.”

you weren’t sure if it was his words that made your chest feel warm or if it was the alcohol in your system. regardless, you refused to let bokuto affect you so easily in a span of a couple minutes even if you took your alcohol well.

“at least you weren’t kidding when you said you were going professional.” you hummed, leaning against one of the smaller round tables as you stared into the crowd. you were hoping bokuto would do the same, but he’d rather look at you than a congregation of random strangers.

“and you weren’t kidding either when you said you wanted to become an artist.”

“i mean, becoming a webtoon artist wasn’t exactly what i thought i was going to be, but i’m glad where i am now in life.” you answered as your eyes wandered the room.

“even without me in it?” god, what a flirt.

that infamous laugh of yours emitted from your cherry-colored lips. it was the type of laugh everyone found themselves attracted to and never annoyed, in fact, it was the laugh bokuto hadn’t even realized he missed so much until the moment it left you.

his mindless attempts at flirting was catching up to you now as you couldn’t fight the feeling of the heat rising to your cheeks. “well, you’re right in front of me aren’t you?”

“things are different know, though...”

“right but—” you tried to respond, but was inevitably interrupted by yuko.

she came up to you in a slight hurry, calling out your name before apologizing to bokuto. “sorry to cut your conversation so short, but i need (y/n) to come take care of something for me.”

confusion melted upon your expression as you turned to her, “we do?”

“we do,” she huffs.

“it’s alright,” bokuto says while motioning for you to follow suit of your manager. “let’s catch up more sometime, yeah?”

you smile at him, one that’s less mediocre and awkward and a bit more genuine. “of course,” was the last thing you could say before yuko yanked at your arm once again until you were in just another body in the crowd.

despite yuko’s hand firmly gripped around your wrist to ensure you wouldn’t get lost in the sea of people, it was difficult trying to focus at one thing at a time. at first it was the worry about your manager and her sudden interruption, but now it was trying your best not to spill your drink due to all the drunken bodies bumping into yours. were there really this many people on the invite list?

grumbling to your self, you threw your head back as you finished the last bits of drink in your hand while you were pulled through the crowd like a ragdoll. having to pay for a stranger’s dry cleaning due to a spilled drink was the last thing on your mind right now.

“what did you want me to help you with?” you shout over to your manager once she slowed down.

“nothing,” said yuko over her shoulder, “i was watching you and bokuto talk and you kept getting redder and redder i thought you were going to pass out.”

embarrassment flushed through, cheeks heating up again at the thought. “ugh, was it that obvious?” you groaned as your head fell from the utter humiliation that was coursing through your body at that moment—far too distracted that your humiliation could only worsen the moment you bumped into another.

“sorry, i wasn’t looking—” the apologetic tone in your voice subsided as your eyes flickered up to whoever’s chest it was up to a yet another familiar face.

“(y/n)?” he says.

“iwaizumi?” you say.

your names were jumbled up in unison just as much as your thoughts immediately dissipated into thin air. just my luck, huh? you swore you were dreaming. nothing in the absolute world could possibly make such a ironic turn of events as if you were in some melodrama yourself. call it fate or destiny, but bumping into both of your exes within a span of ten minutes was something you never would’ve wished upon yourself.

“it’s um... fancy meeting you here.” you start the second you flicker a look over to yuko as she could only give you a pitiful smile. “it’s been a while, right?”

regardless of the confident aura you were extruding right now, you were completely freaking out for the third time this evening. you knew today was going to affect you emotionally, but you wasn’t expecting it to be like this. you were expecting to get a bit emotional due to the fact your webtoon that you poured your absolute heart and soul into has come to an end and not because two attractive dudes from your past just coincidentally came back into your life.

and yet it didn’t matter, it wasn’t like iwaizumi could see through that little façade of false confidence in your expression as it felt like he was meeting you for the first time all over again. it fit all down to a tee from the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat to his breath hitching from the sight or to the infamous monarch butterflies tickling his gut.

“it’s nice to see you too, (y/n)...” his words trailed as you couldn’t help but notice how deeper his voice had gotten since the last time you’ve seen him. granted, he was fifteen back then and had a lot of time to grow up and become this absolute adonis.

iwaizumi certainly wasn’t planning on coming across you this evening either. if anything, you two both shared that internal panic when your eyes briefly met at the start of the party. however, he couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved knowing that in the end you two did manage to cross ways. he supposes that after seeing you and bokuto talk as if you two have known each other for years created an inkling feeling in his gut.

he hates the way you distracted him the majority of the night. it wasn’t like you two were on talking terms especially after years of not seeing each other, yet it felt strange for him to even let himself feel this way.

besides, iwaizumi felt absolutely terrible knowing satomi was trying her hardest to capture his lingering attention by making conversation about anything—literally anything.

anyone who had been friends with iwaizumi in the past know he’s an absolute sweetheart, but at the same time, he’s honest. he’s not the type to hesitate in telling someone the cold hard truth even if it meant hurting their feelings, yet whenever he would look at satomi, he couldn’t bring himself to say that he wasn’t interested in the conversation.

you cleared your throat, pulling iwaizumi back from his thoughts, “so... i heard that you became the new athletic trainer for the black jackals.” the man before you nods as he was stilling taking you all in. was he staring at you for that long? “i thought were living in california, why the sudden change of plans?”

iwaizumi shrugs as he took a sip of his beer, “i ended up getting a better job offer here, so i decided to move back. why? have you missed me?”

the moment those words left his lips, he immediately wanted to slap his hand over his mouth and cringe. why was he suddenly so flirtatious with you? was it because he saw you and bokuto flirting earlier, was that it?

you chuckled in amusement as you nod. you honestly weren’t going to lie that his words did catch you off guard for a second. something like this was definitely not in iwaizumi’s handbook his (more or less) complicated personality, yet you decided to play along anyway. “of course i have, iwa! i’m not soulless, you know.”

iwa? the man before thought to himself, what happened to haji? he shook the thought out of his as he opened his mouth in attempt to speak, but he noticed your attention leaving his and onto the person beside him.

satomi cleared her throat as she looks at him innocently, waiting for iwaizumi to introduce her to you.

“oh uh,” he motions his head to the team’s physical therapist next to him, “this is yahagi satomi, she’s my—”

“—date for this evening,” she cuts iwaizumi off and answers for him, catching him a bit off guard and confused, yet he doesn’t correct her. granted, satomi was his plus one so it made sense.

you purse your lips as you took in her features. she was a bit on the shorter side with her long copper hair pulled back into a sleek high ponytail as her bangs were styled perfectly to fit her face. semi was right, she is pretty. it was then you stuck your hand out for her to shake, feeling who cold her palm was compared to yours. “it’s nice to meet you. how long have you two been together?” you ask out of the blue.

i mean, what’s wrong with a little curiosity?

“oh no, we’re not together.” iwaizumi is quick to answer, not even noticing satomi’s slight change in expression when she parted her lips to answer herself. “she’s just my plus one because bokuto told us to.”

you nod at his words, trying your best to ignore the intravenous relief that was coursing through you at that moment. you realized how long you had been standing there then, failing to notice that yuko was still by your side the entire time. if anything, she was just trying to help you out once again as she could literally feel the rising tension in the air. if you were to talk to satomi any longer, it would surely go wrong knowing your luck. luckily, she spots sugawara’s silvery hair just a few feet away.

yuko wasn’t entirely sure how in the hell she was going to get his attention to save your asses, but it was going to happen one way or another. she was just glad you were too preoccupied talking to iwaizumi and satomi that yuko was able to text sugawara to come over.

she watched sugawara feel the buzzing of his phone in his pocket, observing his every move as he pulls it out and read the text as the screen light shined over his face. he looked up then, eyes scanning the room briefly before landing upon yuko’s familiar figure standing next to yours.

the manager widens to eyes a bit at him like a warning to come over here.

she wasn’t sure what was so hard to understand from the pure helplessness in her expression, but sugawara was taking his sweet ass time.

yuko grumbled to herself. at this point, perhaps she was just trying to save herself.

it was then sugawara was finally making his way over to you and yuko. “oh hey, iwaizumi! long time no see, sorry to interrupt but i need to borrow (y/n) and yuko for a second.”

you gave sugawara a confused look as it washed over your expression. again? ugh, give me a break. however, before you could excuse yourself from the conversation, iwaizumi grabs your upper arm lightly.

“(y/n),” he stops you in place, “we should catch up sometime.”

you open your mouth to respond, but sugawara interjects before you could. “why not catch up now?” he suggests, causing all four of you to snap your head towards him, “i’m sure i’ll just yuko’s help will be enough, plus (y/n) has tons of time to talk to more guests.”

the silver haired man gives you a sly wink before taking yuko with him and leaving you behind. great.

you honestly couldn’t excuse yourself now as it would be obvious why no matter how many excuses you come up with, so you had to power through. besides, what could go wrong with talking with your first love and some random girl that somehow gives you a weird vibe?

“so how do you guys know each other?” satomi questions you, suddenly interested in your relationship with iwaizumi. it sounds suspicious, yet she was genuinely wondering if she was attempting to make moves on someone like iwaizumi was a good idea.

“we went to middle and a little bit of high school together,” you answer as a matter-of-fact. there was surely no need to lie.

her eyebrows rise in curiosity, “that makes sense... you guys must have been really close, huh.”

you flickered a look to iwaizumi, examining his reaction if he was also noticing her off words. “yeah... really close.” his expression melted into confusion then as you placed your gaze back to satomi.

iwaizumi scratched the back of his neck as the words remained at the tip of his tongue. why weren’t you mentioning that you two dated before? it wasn’t like it was a crime nor secret. he hated to think this, but could it be because you regretted your relationship with him?

he shook the thought out of his head quickly. the obvious answer was no as the breakup was mutual, yet after all these years of drifting apart, was that really the truth?

if he recalled correctly, one of the last words you said to him before you inevitably left for tokyo and never looked back was that you love him and would always be there for him no matter what. you even promised to text him as much as possible, yet after months had passed since you moved to your new life, it was as if the promise was nonexistent. however, iwaizumi couldn’t bring himself to blame you. if anything, he had himself to blame considering how many times he had written that same text over and over again, yet never had the courage to send it.

“(y/n) had to move to tokyo after our first year so we kind of drifted.” iwaizumi answers. even now with the chance open for him to mention your previous relationship was out in the open, he was still do cowardly to say it.

perhaps somethings never change.

fun facts! —

iwaizumi wasn’t really keen on using social media back in high school, which explains why he never really found out about (y/n) and bokuto’s relationship

it wasn’t like (y/n) and bokuto liked posting about their relationship either at the time

satomi and bokuto have always been homies after they have gotten closer when bokuto injuredhis knee and had to go to physical therapy, but he never really talked about his past relationships, hence satomi not knowing about (y/n)

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Trust Fall - ch. 16 | Lee Minho

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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Reader

Summary: As the mission is set into motion, even more confusion and tension arises, leaving betrayals and twists in its wake.

Genre: Secret agent/spy au, romance, angst, action

Word count: Approx. 4k

Warnings for this chapter: Genre-typical violence and blood due to action/fight scenes

A/N: I’m so so so so sorry for making everyone wait for so long! Also, don’t worry about a shorter chapter; this is mostly action (which I cannot write for my life, sorry). And, more of the story will take place in ch. 17, which is why I made this shorter. I can’t ever apologize enough for the long wait and then this chapter is just short. So very sorry. College has been hell and I still have yet to finish my other papers. For now, here is the next chapter! Have fun, and don’t hesitate to drop an ask for any questions or comments!

The meeting room’s door swung open, revealing another individual walking in. Baek and his companion stand up to bow in greeting, while Jung nods his head. Chan and Minho spare a quick glance before turning their attention back to Dr. Baek. The whole group then settles down, Baek pulling out a briefcase that has the newcomer’s eyes glistening with glee.

Meanwhile, as you and Felix watch through his laptop’s screen, you gently nudge his arm, “What did Changbin say?”

“He’s not responding.” Felix says calmly, but his eyes carry the same amount of worry as you, “I’m trying to get HQ to help but...they can’t reach him either.”

You take a deep breath and mutter to yourself, “What are you up to, Minho?”

The younger agent next to you is tapping away on his laptop, doing all sorts of complex, overly technical things to try and get a sense of the situation. After a few seconds, however, his laptop’s speakers crackle with faint static, signalling some semblance of audio.

“Y/n, they’re starting negotiations.” Felix says quietly.

You shift closer to the laptop, both of you now listening intently to what was being said in the meeting room.

“I am correct in assuming that you will be supplying me with several crates of your...new serum, Dr. Baek?” the newcomer says.

Baek nods his head, “Indeed, Mr. Choi. The ones inside this briefcase are just a taste. My team is on standby at the agreed rendezvous point with the rest of the supplies.”

Choi nods, leaning forward from where he sits, sharp eyes now on Jung and the agents, “I’m surprised the country’s top security organization is part of this scheme.”

Jung chuckles lowly, “No, don’t get mistaken. SKZ is not involved. Just…” the man looks at Chan and Minho, “...a select few.”

“I see.” Choi hums before pulling out his own briefcase.

The man opens it to reveal wads of cash as payment for their trade. He slides the case over to Baek and nods, “More than enough, I would suspect.”

Baek smirks, uncrossing his arms as his eyes land on the bills, “More than enough, Mr. Choi. Of course, you’ll be getting your share, Jung.”

“I’d hate it if I didn’t.” Jung chuckles, his tone much too light for the situation.

Choi stands up, the briefcase with serums now tightly clutched in his hand. “Well, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, business calls. I believe we should adjourn this meeting now, gentlemen.” he adjusts his suit jacket.

Choi then extends his hand to seal the deal with the other two men in the room, shaking hands with both Jung and Baek. He merely nods at Chan and Minho who ignore him. Afterwards, the whole group steps out of the meeting room, walking out as if nothing had happened.

However, a few steps into the empty foyer of this particular area, a gunshot is heard and barely misses Baek’s head by a centimeter. The sudden commotion causes everyone to halt in their steps; Choi looks around anxiously for his bodyguards, Baek yells at his own men to take action, Jung remains calm, and Minho and Chan pull their guns out instantly.

It all then happens in a flash - men from all sides are rushing into the foyer, guns readied as a shoot-out takes place.

Minho and Chan stick back-to-back, covering each other as they aim for their respective targets. Jung joins in, displaying his skill as the head of SKZ by taking out as many enemies as possible; by enemies, these were any men who were shooting at him, whether from Choi or Baek’s side, or even his own men.

Chan and Minho are separated as a large, buff enemy lunges for Minho and tackles him to the ground. As per training, Chan continues to fend off his own enemies, switching to physical combat as a group of three pounces at him with knives.

Minho skillfully blocks and dodges his opponent’s violent punches, but the large man’s power is no joke, and each impact on Minho’s arms will surely land bruises later on. One particular punch sends Minho a few steps back, and the enemy pairs it with a speedy kick that pushes the agent to the floor. The wind is knocked out of his lungs, taking a few seconds to regain his bearings. However, the opponent is towering above him, ready to pummel his head with a flurry of punches. Minho is able to dodge the first blow, maneuvering on the floor to swipe his leg at the opponent’s ankle, effectively tripping him. With his enemy down, Minho stands up as quickly as he can, but so does the enemy. The two continue to fight it out with punches and kicks, one particular punch splitting Minho’s lip; in fairness, Minho’s high kick gives his opponent a bleeding nose in return.

As the battle draws on, the buff man pulls a blade out of his thigh strap and jabs it towards Minho. Though the blade grazes Minho’s cheek, he’s able to dodge and grab the enemy’s wrist, twisting around so that he could grab the knife from him. Now standing behind the enemy with the latter’s arm twisted in his hold, Minho delivers a powerful kick to his opponent’s back, causing the latter to stumble forward. Before he can recover his footing, Minho throws the knife like a dart, piercing the enemy’s back. With the opponent now weakened, Minho rushes forward, pulls the blade out and lodges it in the enemy’s rib area. The buff man falls to the ground as Minho releases a deep breath.

The male agent takes a look at his surroundings; people are shooting and fighting everywhere - it was absolute chaos with Choi’s men fighting against both Baek’s men and SKZ agents, while Baek’s men fought with SKZ and Choi’s party, and SKZ fought with Baek’s and Choi’s teams. Upon further assessment, however, Minho notices that the men and agents on both sides were now either killed off or escaped. It would seem they did not anticipate that there would be such a large number of protective teams, and Jung only brought in a small team for this mission.

Minho’s eyes fall to Chan who had just killed off the last of either Choi or Baek’s men, and Jung who keeps his gun after shooting another bodyguard. The older agent wipes off the blood on his cheek, “Minho and I are the only ones standing?”

Jung nods, “Doesn’t matter, this was part of the plan. This chaotic distraction was enough for Baek and Choi to escape to the rendezvous spot without the other SKZ agents interfering.”

Chan chews on the inside of his cheek as he nods while looking at all the casualties, “That’s one big bloodbath on all teams.”

“Sacrifices have to be made.” Jung says nonchalantly, “Now, we should follow Choi and Baek to the rendezvous point.”

Minho runs his hand through his hair and sighs, “Felix and y/n are still in the hotel.”

“I thought your feelings for her were an act?” Jung asks, but it’s more of a statement than a question, “Are you having second thoughts?”

A quick hint of irritation flickers in Minho’s eyes before he resumes his callous disposition, “No, it’s just that Felix is also monitoring everything so if he doesn’t see any activity or doesn’t have eyes on the mission, he’s going to take matters in his own hands and investigate.”

Jung lightly taps the gun on his hip, “Then let him. You know what to do if he finds out.”

Minho opens his mouth to speak, but he stops himself as soon as he senses hurried footsteps approaching. The agent narrows his eyes, slowly glancing over to the source.

You and Felix arrive at the scene, the freckled agent making sure that you stood behind him as he slowly lowered his gun. His round eyes scan the area, confusion swimming in them. Meanwhile, you ignore everything else as your eyes find Minho’s.

“Minho.”

- earlier -

As soon as the group of men left the meeting room, Felix closed his laptop shut and stood from the bed. He walked over to the corner of the room where his bag was. “Y/n, sent an encrypted text and says that we should probably head to the hotel’s back lobby right now.” the younger male says, grabbing a small pistol from his bag and slipping it into his belt holster.

You slowly stand up as well, grabbing a jacket, “We promised Minho to stay in here though, Lix.”

The younger bites his lip before nodding, “I know, but these are unprecedented events so we have to improvise every now and then. Besides, these are orders from Changbin.”

“Alright.”

“Oh...and Changbin says the thing Minho gave you might come in handy so...take it with you.”

You open the bedside drawer and grab the pouch that Minho handed to you before he left for the mission hours ago, safely hooking it onto the side of your own belt. Felix then reaches his hand out which you gratefully take before the two of you head out of the room.

The walk to the back lobby of the hotel went by smoothly at first; as you went down two floors, you and Felix were intercepted by four men who seemed to be bodyguards or men for either Baek or Choi. Felix manages to shoot one down before they retaliate, pulling the triggers on their own guns. You and the younger agent seek shelter behind two pillars, closing your eyes so that the cement fragments don’t injure your eyes. A bullet, however, breaks off a part of the pillar and grazes your shoulder, causing you to gasp.

Felix looks at you worriedly, but you assure him with a wave of your hand and a small smile. The younger agent nods, peeking out of the pillar and trying to shoot the remaining three men down. While they’re busy with Felix, you grab a fragment of the pillar that broke off and throw it as hard as you can, hitting the face of one man. This lets Felix shoot him down, leaving two more.

“Wait.” you signal for Felix to stop as the men reload their weapons.

Felix raises his eyebrow, so you continue, “I brought vials of toxic chemicals for...safety purposes.”

The younger agent’s eyes light up, “Ok, when I say go, throw it at them and I’ll shoot!”

You nod your head and Felix gets in position. Seconds later, he says “go”, and you toss the vials towards the two opponents. As promised, Felix shoots the vials, causing the glass to shatter and spill toxic liquid onto their skin. With a yell of pain, Felix shoots them both down. You then approach the men, digging through their pockets for anything of use. Fortunately, one man has three vials of Cle’s serum on him, and you take it.

“Let’s go.” Felix takes your hand again, leading you away.

From that point on, surprisingly, there were no other agents or threats that intercepted you and Felix, allowing both of you to make it to a hallway that led to a spiraling staircase. From there, the two of you heard voices - clearly Minho’s and Jung’s. Felix shoots you a “ready?” kind of expression, so you nod and allow the younger agent to lead the way down the staircase and into the back lobby.

As soon as Minho’s name leaves your lips, the agent’s cold and apathetic disposition melts in the slightest, and he tries his best to ensure that Jung doesn’t see the concerned flicker in his eyes. The agent takes in the wound on your arm and the cement dust powdering your’s and Felix’s hair.

“Y/n, I told you - ”

“I know what you said, but…” you trail off, eyes scanning the dead bodies around the lobby, and Minho isn’t blind to the confusion and fear on your face. Then, he sees the vials of serum clenched in your hands.

He opens his mouth to say anything to reassure you, but Jung cuts him off with a cold and steely tone. “Stop wasting time. Get the serums from her, Minho. Chan, capture Felix.” the head commands.

Felix aims his gun at Jung who is unfazed. “What’s the meaning of this?” Felix gulps as he turns to Chan.

The older agent gives Felix a stern yet warm look as he approaches, and it’s more than enough to disarm the younger. Chan gently takes his gun and pulls Felix’s wrists behind his back. The soft and warm gaze in his eyes is something Jung fails to see; but for Felix, it’s all he needs to be reassured.

“Felix - ” you try to convince him to fight against Chan, but as soon as Minho stands directly in front of you, you never get to finish your sentence.

“Minho.”

The male agent takes a deep breath before releasing it with his eyes closed. When he opens them again and looks at you, it’s like he’s looking at the most beautiful star in the universe. Your heart clenches a little when you feel his hand gently latching onto the right side of your waist, thumb rubbing small circles where it rests.

“Give it to me, y/n.”

“But Minho - ”

“Do you trust me, y/n?”

A small smile and a warm gaze.

Clear eyes that hold no threat, just love and adoration.

And a silent plea to listen to him - to trust him.

You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to jump, hoping that the fall isn’t your demise.

“I do.”

You hand him the vials of Cle serum, nodding your head. Minho’s fingers brush against yours when he takes the vials, and it takes him every ounce of control to not just grab your hand and run away to who knows where. Paradise, the beaches of Jeju, wherever he can be with you in solace. However, he clears his throat and walks over to where Jung stands, handing the items over, “Sir.”

He hands the vials to the head of SKZ who grins rather calmly in response. He then nods his head towards you, “Finish her.”

“Minho, wait.” Felix says softly, but the older agent ignores him.

Minho walks over to you once more, a genuine yet melancholic look in his eyes. It swims with a hint of hesitation, and you can’t help but reach out to caress his cheek. The agent melts into your touch, leaning his cheek into your hand and pressing a chaste kiss onto your palm.

“Do what you need to do.” you whisper.

Minho frowns, “Do you still trust me?”

“With my life.”

Minho smiles gently, even as you feel his gun brush against the other side of your waist. You close your eyes when he steps closer, lips brushing against your temple as he whispers, “I told you you’d need this later on.”

And he pulls the trigger, a loud bang echoing in the room that had fallen silent.

You drop to the ground, Felix yelling “y/n!” as he watches you lay on the marbled floor, a pool of red spilling from your waist where Minho had aimed his gun. Chan closes his eyes, jaw clenched at the sight before him. Without sparing you a glance, Minho turns on his heel and faces Jung with an inferno raging in his eyes. “Great, now - ”

Jung doesn’t get to finish because in the next split second, Minho pulls the trigger at him, successfully shattering the vials in Jung’s hand. Unfortunately, the head lets go just in time, sparing him from being doused by the deadly serum. A few glass shards do manage to mildly injure his fingers, however, and it’s enough to shock everyone in the room.

“You son of a bitch - ” Jung pulls his gun out, aiming for Minho.

Chan is quick to his senses, shielding Felix and pulling his weapon out as well. With swiftness, the older agent fires two shots at the head of SKZ, allowing Minho enough time to move away from Jung’s line of sight. While Chan is busy engaging with Jung, Minho returns to where you are and gently holds you, lifting you up to stand. The male gives you an apologetic expression when you’ve stood up, “Are you ok?”

You offer a small smile, fiddling with the small plastic pouch that was attached to your waist, “Fake blood? Really?”

Minho lightly chuckles, “I...there’s a lot to explain, but later, ok? I need you to - ”

A bullet grazes past his arm, causing him to wince in pain. “Minho!” you exclaim, holding him gently.

“Y/n, go with Felix and go somewhere safe now.”

“But -  ”

“I’ll see you later, I promise.” Minho urges.

You look at the agent with hesitation, biting your lip. With a soft chuckle, Minho kisses you swiftly, “I still owe you a proper date, don’t you think? I can’t do that if I’m dead, right?”

You smile, nodding your head with determination, “Ok then.”

You give Minho one last concerned look before swiftly turning to leave. Felix leaves Chan as well, grabbing your hand as you both run away from the lobby. Now, only Minho, Chan and Jung are left, having come to a momentary cease-fire; though Chan and Minho have their hands readily positioned at their guns.

“Perhaps it was my mistake in thinking you weren’t in love with the woman.” Jung muses.

Minho furrows his eyebrows, “My feelings for her are irrelevant to this matter. I’m merely fulfilling my duty as an agent of SKZ.”

Jung shakes his head and lifts his gun, “A terrible mistake.”

Just then, more footsteps enter the room, all of the newcomers now aiming their guns at Chan and Minho. The older agent looks at Minho and cheekily smiles, “So much for a nice day in Jeju.”

Minho laughs at Chan, shaking his head while getting his gun ready, “What’s new, Chan?”

A second later, everyone is shooting and a chaotic chorus of gunshots echoes in the hotel lobby; furnitures are broken and wrecked and lights are being shattered. Minho and Chan duck for cover behind a strong wooden desk, leaning their backs against it as they catch their breath. “Enemy count?” Minho asks.

Chan chuckles, “Not counting Jung, I’d say there were around ten or eleven.”

Minho sighs, cocking his gun, “Let’s get this over and done with.”

The older agent laughs before the two of them carefully peek out from where they took cover, skillfully and accurately shooting down one man each. From where they are positioned, the two agents can hear Jung barking out orders as he prepares to escape from the scene. Out of impulse, Minho stands from behind the desk and aims at Jung, “Hold it!”

But before he can pull the trigger, a small explosion sets off from the other entrance to the lobby, knocking out three of their opponents and causing Jung to stop in his tracks. Once the smoke and debris clear out, Changbin stands at the doorway, gun aimed at Jung.

“Sorry I’m late.” Changbin smirks, “Had to make sure everyone in the hotel had vacated safely.”

“Just in time.” Chan grins after shooting down another enemy.

The youngest of the three smiles before his expression turns more serious, “Choi and Baek are on the move though. If we don’t catch up, they’ll escape.”

Chan nods and turns to Minho with determination, “We’ll handle Jung and the rest here. You go after Choi and Baek.”

Minho nods without being told twice. “See you later.” he smirks, getting ready to leave the scene.

“Don’t let him get away!” Jung instructs calmly but loud enough for his men to hear.

The remaining enemies shoot at Minho; while Minho gets grazed by a few shots, he doesn’t let it faze him and continues to run for the exit. He, after all, has full confidence in his teammates. And as the opponents continue to shoot him down, the agent runs in a zig-zag pattern, making full use of the cement pillars that stood in the room to block out the hits. On the last pillar, Minho stomps harder, using the force and momentum to allow him to jump higher and land a sickening knee-hit to the opponent standing close to the exit. As he lands on his feet and the opponent staggers, Minho finishes it with a swing of his leg, knocking his opponent down.

With Chan and Changbin managing to get the attention of the remaining enemies by distracting them with their own shots and even a few taunting side comments, Minho finally exits the area. Angered, Jung tries to go after the agent himself, but one shot from Chan aimed at his feet causes him to stop.

“Didn’t you train us to focus on the enemy before your eyes?” Chan smirks, cocking his gun.

Jung glares darkly, scoffing, “Cocky bastard.”

Changbin bravely engages in hand-to-hand combat with a few of the enemies while Chan faces off with Jung, both men disregarding their guns and opting for close combat - with their fists and knives.

Meanwhile, Minho runs towards the initial rendezvous, pumping his legs as fast as he can. As expected, he is intercepted by a few of Choi and Baek’s men, intent on stopping him from making it any further.

One opponent charges at the agent with a knife, slashing violently. Minho easily side-steps to dodge, raising his hands to grab the opponent’s wrist and twisting his arm with a painful crack. The opponent lets go of the knife, and Minho steps on it so no one can take it. The agent then jabs the first opponent’s vital point, knocking him out.

Another man charges at Minho, swinging his arm with brute force. Minho ducks just in time, grabbing the knife he previously stepped on. With insane speed, Minho swipes upwards, the blade cutting through his opponent’s abdomen. As with the other opponent, the agent strikes his vital points.

The third opponent shoots at Minho, but he runs and dodges most of the shots - though one bullet hits his shoulder. Minho pays no heed, gripping the knife and throwing it at the enemy. It lodges into the opponent’s thigh, giving Minho ample time to run up to him and use his palm to smack at his opponent’s gun. The force and momentum causes the gun’s butt to hit the enemy’s face, disorienting him again. Minho takes the opportunity to turn the tables and grab the gun, using it to shoot the enemy down.

Huffing out a deep breath, Minho tucks his enemy’s gun into his belt holster, now armed with two guns. He then resumes running towards the rendezvous point. Fortunately, no other hindrances intercept him, and Minho finds himself in the hotel’s parking lot. However, it would seem like the enemies - and traitors - had taken all the SKZ vehicles. Clicking his tongue, Minho looks around for an alternative.

Thankfully, an individual just dismounts from his motorcycle. Minho quickly approaches him and sternly commands, “I need your bike.”

The man looks surprised, so Minho rolls his eyes and smoothly makes an excuse that he’s a private investigator chasing someone who stole from the hotel. The agent clears his throat, “You’ll get it back today, I promise.”

The man sighs and relents, stepping aside to “lend” Minho his motorcycle. The agent immediately hops on, revving the engine and speeding away.

Minho drives along speedily, the sound of the motor’s engine filling Jeju’s initially peaceful atmosphere. Not too long after, the agent parks the motor somewhere and runs a little more to arrive at the rendezvous point. In a large, open area with two cars, Minho spots Baek and Choi with around four bodyguards. They place the crate at the back of one of the cars, but before they can close the back door, Minho takes his aim.

He pulls the trigger, the first bullet hitting the bodyguard who had just placed the crates in the car. Startled, the remaining three pull out their guns, but true to Minho’s reputation and skill, he swiftly - and precisely - shoots the three men down in just barely three seconds.

Choi and Baek attempt to escape out of panic due to being unarmed, but Minho calmly shoots the two cars’ wheels as he slowly walks closer to them.

“Agent Lee, what are you doing?” Baek shrieks, “This isn’t part of what we agreed or planned!”

Minho shrugs with nonchalance, gun firmly aimed at the two men, “Sorry, but I’m an SKZ agent. This is what I do.”

[ribosoons]

dilf hunting | Shownu

Shownu x Reader || Fluff, Crack

Warnings: none

Summary: your friend brought you to a golf course saying she will find a dilf

a/n: LMAO I come up with this idea inspired to that tiktok vid i saw

"what do you think about golf? tennis?" thats the first thing you heard as soon as you walked in to your apartment, seeing your friend sitting comfortably on your couch wearing this athletic get up.

"what?" perplexed you asked.

"we should go dilf hunting"

"y/f/n you are crazy"

"do i? i dont think so" she said lowering his shades to look at you, "you need to change"

"did i already said yes? i dont think so" you walked directly at you room to change into more comfortable clothes but your friend barged in and look into your clothes.

"we are going golfing" she announced. it also seems like she will be not taking any nos that is why you just let her go through your closet. after deciding on what you will be wearing you were forced to to hop into her car and let her drive to.... a golf course.

do you know shit about golf? no. do you play golf? obviously no. do you have interest in golf? no. why are you there? also no.

your friend gave you a bag full of that thing that hits the ball. see you don't even know what to call those sticks but here you are, attempting to play golf.

"let go!" she announced and clung her arms around your arms. you have no choice but go with her.

the whole experience were shit, you must say. as said earlier, you dont know how to play, you keep on missing the small ball which frustrates you to the core. your friend? shes gone, you dont even know where she was. you remembered how she was not intending to play but to find her 'love of her life'. you just sigh deeply looking around you. there is no one. again, you sighed. you also tried again to play the game, attempting to play with no idea what the rules are.

"hey" you heard someone, the sound was coming from behind you. you immediately looked who the person was and saw a very buff handsome guy who is wearing a cap and a shades.

"hey" you awkwardly responded.

"i see you are struggling, are you also forced?" he questioned. are you that dumb looking? if so, thats embarrassing. you must run. but instead of running you answered his question with a short yes.

"cool, me too. my dad forced me to play with him but end up abandoning me to play with his old friends" he explained giving you a smile that almost gave you a heart attack. his smiles are adorable.

"are you married?" shit. why did you say that? you don't also know why. ypu were just mesmerized by his smile that that statement slip out of your mouth. this is all your friend's fault for saying she's hunting dilf in this folf course. you immediately slapped lightly your mouth, "i am so sorry for asking. it just slipped" again looking at the ground slapping your mouth lightly.

"no biggie i get that alot" he chucked, "i am actually not married" he said showing all his fingers. he can be lying since rings can be removed.

"right" you awkwardly responded.

"are you?" you heard him asked you. you immediately lifted your head to look at him.

"i am also not" you mumbled.

"sweet. can i invite you to eat with me? i am kind of hungry. my treat" he said smiling. sceptical, you still agreed to eat with him.

he offered to bring your golf sticks as you called. you also learned that it was called golf clubs.

"so, it was called golf clubs" you dumbly muttered. you heard him giggle a bit, you felt so embarrassed and stupid at the same time.

"its okay, i wouldn't also know if my dad did not play this sport" he chucked. it hit you, you did not know this strangers nameyet you are walking with him to eat snacks with him.

way to go with the lesson you got with your parents about not going with strangers. you are asking yourself why you weren't yet kidnapped at this point.

"speaking of names" you opened the topic, "what should i call you?"

"you can call me shownu, that is how my friends call me. how about you?" he enthusiastically said. wow this guy has alot of energy, you thought.

"i am called y/n"

"y/n. pretty name" he complimented you.

"thanks, yours too" you both arrived at the buffet area. you both chose a table where you both want to settle.

"don't be shy. eat whatever you want" he said smiling. you nodded your head and as he stood up you trail behind him.

"try this one, this is delicious. i tried this once and i think it changed my life" he said putting the snack on your plate. you laughed at his remarks, you find it adorable just how he is talking about the foods in front of you, how he recommends it for you not giving you a chose but putting it on your plate.

sooner you both take your sits and continue you conversations with him. he was fun to talk to. it is a lie if you told that you didn't enjoy his company.

"you know what shownu, i really enjoyed your company" you said putting down your cutlery down.

"me too y/n. i am looking forward on meeting you more in the near future" he said smiling.

i guess mission failed successfully?

[fanficsfromyesteryear]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

A STRANGER THINGS ONE SHOT

— PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Reader + Dustin Henderson — WORD COUNT: 1,027 — WARNINGS: Steve getting bullied again- None?? Like, one curse word- — REQUESTED BY: Anonymous

Hey if you dont mind I got a fallow up idea to movie buff? The reader and Dustin met for the first time and drive steve crazy cuz now theres two people making fun of his movie knowledge

— A/N: Sorry for the wait on this one!! It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, but I think it turned out ok?? Something’s better than nothing, though, right? It was a fun concept, I just went through a period of writer’s block, but I finally pushed through. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!!

Steve knew he was in for trouble when you and Dustin Henderson walked into Family Video side-by-side. He had no idea how the two of you knew each other, but as far as he was concerned, it was a match made in Hell. Actually, you didn’t have a clue as to who the curly-haired boy was who had held the door open for you, but much to Steve’s dismay, you were about to.

You didn’t have a movie to return this time, so just to humor Steve, you went to peruse the shelves before making a beeline to the counter with the sole purpose of bugging him. Dustin, however, wasted no time making his way over to where Steve stood, carefully watching the two of you.

As you half-heartedly scanned the movie selection, it hadn’t been your intent to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two boys, but it was nearly impossible not to—they weren’t exactly trying to be quiet, so their voices easily carried through the otherwise empty store. You couldn’t tell what they were saying, though—Steve and Dustin were talking over each other to the point that their words mingled and overlapped to form a jargon indiscernible to anyone but them. Every once in a while, however, you picked up bits and pieces of sentence fragments.

“—not even that good!” the curly-headed kid was saying. “You just think Molly Ringwald’s hot!”

Steve scoffed. “Oh, come on,” he said, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “What’s wrong with the Breakfast Club?”

“What’s wrong with the Breakfast Club?” Dustin repeated. “Are you shitting me? There’s no plot, and—”

“No plot? You’re joking, right?” Furrowing his eyebrows, Steve leaned forward to study the younger boy. “The Breakfast Club, like, defines our whole generation! We’re all caught in these social constructs, but with the power of friendship, we can overcome our differences!”

“Since when do you,” Dustin said, jabbing a finger towards Steve accusingly, “care about overthrowing the social hierarchy? Last time I checked, you wouldn’t date a girl because you thought she’d bring you down a rung.”

“I’m a changed man!” Steve placed a hand to his chest to punctuate his words with conviction.

“Oh, sure,” Dustin answered dubiously. “Either way, the Breakfast Club is so slow I’d rather watch paint dry.”

“He’s got a point.”

The two boys turned, clearly startled, as if they’d forgotten you were there, and stopped their bickering to look to where you were leaning against the end of the counter.

Steve groaned. “Oh, no,” he said. “Don’t you start up, too!”

You held your hands up defensively. “All I’m saying,” you said, “is that the Breakfast Club isn’t nearly as good as everyone makes it out to be.”

“There it is,” Steve muttered as he dragged a hand through his hair, his voice barely audible above the large sigh that followed his defeated statement. 

Dustin, ignoring Steve’s already fed-up attitude, extended an arm to you and raised his eyebrows at Steve as if to say, ‘See? I told you so.’

“After what happened with St. Elmo’s Fire,” you continued, focusing your gaze on Steve, “I’m a little surprised you’re not upset over the fact it’s not about a club for people who like eating breakfast.”

“What happened with St. Elmo’s Fire?” asked Dustin, a toothy grin spreading across his face in excited curiosity.

You opened your mouth to explain but were cut off by the sound of Steve’s hand as it loudly slapped against his forehead. “Jesus, Y/N. Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Probably not,” you said, smiling smugly. “I mean, you thought Elmo was gonna pop over from Sesame Street to make a surprise appearance.”

“Seriously?” asked Dustin, his tone wavering as he held back a laugh.

“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t make something like that up.”

“Alright, are you guys done?” Steve said, nearly shouting to be heard over Dustin, who was doubled over in a fit of giggles. “Because believe it or not, I actually have stuff to do, so, if you guys are through being little dickheads, I’m gonna be on my way.” Instead of walking away from the conversation, however, Steve simply crossed his arms with a frown and puffed out his chest to give himself the appearance of a man who meant business.

Reaching across the counter, you grabbed one of Steve’s arms and gave it a tug. “Aw, Steve, don’t be like that,” you said. “We’re just messing with you. Right—” Turning to Dustin, you realized that you had no idea what his name was, despite your immediate connection. After an awkward moment’s hesitation, you finally settled on, “—kid?”

“Totally!” Dustin agreed, offering a reassuring smile to Steve. “Your redeeming qualities definitely outweigh the bad ones.”

This seemed to appease Steve, but before he could properly accept your apologies, Robin appeared from the back of the store, her arms laden with VHS tapes. She looked between you and Dustin with raised brows. “Did you losers even come here to get anything?”

Dustin snorted. “No,” he answered.

Robin shook her head in amusement. “Scram,” she told the two of you with a small smile. “We’ve got work to do. These videos aren’t gonna shelve themselves.”

When Steve’s shift ended a few minutes later, he found you and Dustin seated on the curb in front of the store. “What are you guys still doing here?” he asked as he approached.

“Hm?” Your conversation with Dustin came to a screeching halt as Steve joined in. Resting your chin on your shoulder, you peered up at the older boy. “Oh, we were just talking about going to catch a movie.”

“They’re showing Alien downtown,” Dustin chimed in.

Steve grinned. “Cool!” he said. “I’ll drive.” He dipped his hand down into the pocket of his jeans to fish around for his keys while you and Dustin exchanged a look.

“Don’t bother,” you said, getting to your feet. The hint of a playful smile flashed across your lips. “It’s a grown-up movie. You probably won’t understand it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Steve threw his head back and let out a groan like a temperamental child. “Oh, come on—”