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the-illiterate-pirate · 3 years

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@sublime-gyro-whore

It's been a while.

I'm just gonna get to the good stuff. Motley Crue Gyro, something something porn, I can't find the original request so I just hope this is good enough. Again I'm really, truly sorry this took so long, but here it is

This. Took a completely different turn from what I wanted, but it's still pretty good I think, I wanted it to be kinkier but Gyro ended up being a softy. Don't ask why it took so long. I don't know either. Like last night I procrastinated for an hour before trying to finish this up finally. It needed two sentences.

Kickstart My Heart

Warnings: Googled Italian, and porn. Kind of rushing to publish this so there might be mistakes. Also Reader is a filthy American

You inhaled deeply, and let it out. This was it, you were seriously about to make dreams come true! Just behind this door was all four members of the your band, and you were getting to take a seat and talk to them! And none of this would've happened if it wasn't for your big bro. Oh, if only you could celebrate this with him. You'd have to be sure to get an autograph for him. It made your heart race to think of how much this had to have been, front row seats and a backstage pass, all for you. There had to be something you could do to show your appreciation...

Someone tapped on your shoulder. The suddenness made you "peep!" and quickly twist around. It was a guard! Big and bulky just like on tv. You didn't break any rules, but his stature made you break out into a sweat.

"And who are you?"

It took all your self control not to stutter. Too much. "I. I... I have a pass! I get to see the band," You showed the overcrowding man the pass around your neck, shiny and gold with "Very Important Guest" printed down the side. "If they're not busy, I mean."

The guard settled down quickly, and nodded along. "Alright, step aside, I'll unlock the door."

He knocked thrice and didn't wait for a response before he unlocked the door with a key on his lanyard. You subconsciously held your breath as light poured through like the gates of Heaven. The doorman peaked in to give you a shout-out, warning of your presence. All seemed to stop once you saw them. All four of the band members sat around a low table on love seats and a stool.

Their bass guitarist and backup vocals, Hot Pants and Diego Brando shared one seat sipping on bottles of water and a bowl of candies. Their drummer Soundman was on his own seat looking over his drumstick for imperfections, casually tapping away at his thigh with the other. And finally, Gyro Zeppeli, the Horsemen's lead vocals and the main attraction.

He sat lonely on the farthest loveseat like a blond god, twirling a lock of hair around his finger like he was bored. Four sets of eyes locked on to you once you peaked out from the hallway, you wanted nothing more than to shrink away. Hot Pants waves, Soundman nodded a welcome, but Diego didn't do anything. Gyro looked away from his fingers to give you a side eye, showing some interest in the new lady.

"Well, hello there." Hot Pants spoke first. "We can take it from here, Zach."

She had a voice like a cat, slow and sly and so very pretty. You knew she had a gorgeous singing voice, but it was something else just hearing her speak. A voice like a siren that could make men swoon, that was Hot Pants.

That guy Zach left with a nod, and you were alone with the Four Horsemen. There was an awkward moment where you stood there with their eyes only on you. What to do? You couldn't act too familiar with them, they were all so much older than you. It felt weird.

What to do??

"W-Wow! Me and my brother are some of your biggest fans. It's, really great to finally meet you guys in person! But... I've never ever done something like this before."

It's always good to be honest, right?

"It's always great to meet eager fans," The redhead did the talking again. She gave you a small smile that set your heart into a frenzy. "Come sit down next to Gyro. You mentioned your brother, why's he not here with you?"

You wanted to answer. But what she said stopped your brain functioning. Sit... Next to Gyro. You didn't want to take up too much of their time, so you did as she said, but it made your anxiety sky rocket. Gyro was intimidating even from far away (shit, the entire band was), he had a stoic expression and his clothes showed off so much. He didn't even wear an actual shirt... It was just cuffs and straps and leather and metal. It showed off his incredible physique and abs... You couldn't tell anyone Gyro's birthday but you could write a paragraph on what scars and freckles dotted his abdomen. What started as some innocent crush at eighteen grew and got corrupted over the next three years.

No! Don't think like that right now, don't get hot and bothered in front of your celebrity crush. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

You ended up telling Hot Pants the truth, that Johnny didn't have enough money for two passes and he gave the only one to you. He put sacrificed something big just so you could have the greatest birthday.

Soundman finally spoke up to compliment Johnny. "He sacrificed good money to get you here, that's one hell of a brother." Hot Pants nodded somberly in agreement. "Better make this count, then. Let's have some fun."

"Yeah! Johnny is amazing, he's always been a great big brother. Ah, Soundman, you're actually one of his favorite drummers, is there anyway I could get your autograph for him?"

"Well, of course, anything for a fan. Just this once, it's on the house. But don't let me see this on eBay, 'kay?"

"'kay." You both shared a tilted smile.

It truly was a night to remember. Even Gyro got some witty quips in before time was up. Hearing him speak made your legs feel weak, even if it wasn't towards you most of the time.

Despite the gap in fame between you and those four, they made you feel like a good friend. It was comfortable. They didn't talk to you like you were just some fan, but like you all had just gone out for drinks together. There wasn't much talk about their occupation, except for some lessions on drums and guitar from Soundman and Diego.

Your final moments together was spent playing modified poker with candies and an old pack of Gyro's cards. You ended up winning the first time but afterwards was a quick win for Miss. Hot Pants.

Diego took a swig from a bottle of unknown liquor after checking the clock on the wall. "Well, I can't lie, I've had a damn blast tonight, but I'm afraid it's time for us to bounce."

"Damn. Is it eight already?" Soundman sounded a little upset. "Yeah, it's been fun. But we've got plans for dinner."

"Oh, I had a great time with you guys! Thanks for letting me stay." Hot Pants smiled a bit wider than before and agreed with the rest. Diego clapped you on the back before speaking to Gyro, "Ready to go?"

"I'll stay back and lock up shop, you guys go ahead."

They were reluctant to leave him alone but did end up leaving. You all shared goodbyes and were left with... Gyro. Him and his dark emerald stare.

"P-Please, let me help you clean up."

There wasn't much except for some paper that missed the trash can and some bottles thanks to Diego. Gyro thanked you for the help. But when you went to leave... He stoped you. "Bella, please. Before you leave, let's spend some time together."

Together? With Gyro Zeppeli?!

"R-Really?" Gyro's smile was wide but showed no teeth. "I should.. I'd like to stay, but my brother's waiting, it's almost been an hour already!" Shit. Even you weren't convinced with that.

"Aw, c'mon dolcezza. It won't take long, you spent so much time with the others, I barely got to know you!" He whined and pouted cutely like a child, tugging you towards the loveseat. He snuck out another bottle of wine from God knows where. "Y'said it's your twenty-first birthday yeah? Why don't we celebrate, you 'n me."

Sharing a drink with Gyro... It was tempting. Too tempting. Johnny could forgive you, right? His glass was waved in front of you as a temptation. The wines legs stuck to the sides and threatened to spill. To keep it from dropping you took it from his risky hands, "Fiiine... I guess I can stay for a drink. But no later than like, fifteen minutes."

"Bueno! Now, a toast to my favorite little fan." He raised his glass up. You quickly clunk your against Gyro's. "Cin cin! Alla nostra salute." He cried, his golden teeth shinning in the bright lights of the room. And you drank to your health.

Five minutes turned into ten, which quickly turned into fifteen.... But in no time during your drinks did you decide to look at the clock. You started on your third after done goading from Gyro, but it wasn't hard to be swept away by his Italian charms.

The wine got you feeling loose. Was it possible to get so tipsy on wine? Gyro even got you to settle down in his lap. He had his thick arms hugging your small frame close as he nuzzled his pointy nose into your neck. "Gyro! Stop it already!" It was hard not to giggle as he wouldn't stop.

"I can't help it, bambolina. You're just too cute~" His melodic voice taunted into your skin. "I love your accent doll. You're southern, ain't you?"

"Y-Yeah, I am. After my family left England when I was younger we moved back to our home town in Kentucky, it probably isn't as heavy as the other accents you'll hear from over there."

"But I don't wanna hear anyone's but yers. Soooo cute~. I love it when you say my name. Say it. Please please?"

You did as he told. What was the harm? "Gyroo~" You tested it out but it came with a hint of giggles. He groaned in appreciation and pressed his nose deeper into your throat. "Pretty~, let me hear it again."

"Gyyyro..."

"Yes! Just like that! You're so soo cute ♡"

His mouth gently kissed your flesh, his arms wrapped around you tighter. Your breath hitched when you felt his tongue peak between his lips to lap at your suddenly heated skin. Frozen solid, you couldn't stop him from groping your hips and continuing to kiss your throat. "Such a pretty dolly I have. Would my little bambolina like her birthday present?"

"Birthday present?" Your heart throbbed once his hand found its way between your thighs, rubbing you through your tights. "Well of course, I can't let my best fan leave empty handed. Whaddya say? Want me to give ya a gift you'll never forget?"

His breath mixed with yours as he closed in, waiting for an answer, nose pressing against yours now. "We...We shouldn't." Gyro felt your own hands cup around his face. He pulled away from your breasts to grab your hand, nuzzling the palm. "Your band mates are waiting for you."

"Let 'em." He grinned. "We'll make it real quick."

His lips started out gentle, moving against your inexperienced mouth with ease. You twisted around to straddle his legs and grip his shoulders for stability.

"I've, uh, never actually done this before. I'm a virgin." You pouted while you played with the studs on his shoulder straps. "You'll take care of me, right Gyro?"

"Aw, 'course I will, doll." You full on moaned as he pressed you down on to his crotch. "Well, I wouldn't use those words, really. I'm gonna rock your world. If that's what you want, of course." You giggled against his lips a little, "I don't mind a bit. Make me see stars Gyro."

"Baby, you're already in the presence of one." The Italian singer took your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled slightly. You sighed blissfully as his hands continued to paw at your ass, squishing the meat before massaging at it.

He set you down under him on the loveseat with your legs on either side of his thighs, kissing down your collar to leave his mark while his hand played with your hair. His other played down the side of your shirt, playing with the hem with his fingers, slowly pulling it up to bare your belly and pull it off of you. He kissed down your chest, paying attention to your breasts and tits first, before going to play with your hips and nibble at your skin more. Trailing his lips were the green smudges of his lipstick. They were violent neon against your skin as he tickled down to your pants.

Gyro made quick work of your tights, he took a short minute contemplating just ripping the nylon elastic but decided against it. You needed to wear these out, after all.

He buried his head between your legs quickly, sucking at your swollen clit and licking your juices through your panties. Your legs stuttered around his head but only egged him on. He forced every moan and shriek you could offer out of you until you had to finally pull him away from his drink by the hair.

"G-God, just fuck me already. Please!"

He pulled away to look you in the eye while he licked his wet lips clean. "Well, when ya ask so sweet, how can I not?"

He towered over your small frame. His belt jingled as he threw it aside. You licked your suddenly dry lips, waiting for the next show. He made slow work of his zipper and button, slowly pulled down his jeans and boxers at the same time. His v-line kept going down until it.

It.

OH.

"Oh, GOOD GOD."

"Wut? Don't tell me you're gettin' squeamish on me." Gyro's grin was evil and golden as he teased you. His hand pumped over his fat cock to make it harden more.

"You're just... Really really big." Your eyes reminded him of saucers and it made him laugh.

"Nyoho~ none of my other gals have complained. Er, in the past. I haven't seen anyone in a while." His forest green eyes flashed in warning once the words left his mouth. Regret settled quick.

"Don't worry Gyro, I didn't think I'd be your first. I'd be a little shocked if I was, actually."

"Ah. Well, believe me when I say yer my last."

"Huh? What do you– OW. Ow, shit. FUCK!"

"Does it hurt a lot?" Gyro asked concerned. He heard strained whines. Your face twisted in pain, nails digging into his back. "Yes. God, yes it does."

"You want me to stay still? I'm only halfway in."

....Really?

"N-No. Can you move please?"

He held your hips soft but firm. His member pumped slowly in and out of you with just the tip, getting you familiar with the feeling. The stretch lost it's bite and became a delicious feeling of him pressing against your walls and pushing deep inside you. You lost control of your voice and limbs, your nails dug into his shoulders and your legs surrounded him to pull Gyro closer. Inch by inch he got to force more of his length into you. He pressed his lips into your chest and only left to whisper in your ear. "You're taking me so well, Dolcezza." He was smiling evilly to himself at the gone look in your eye. "We've only been at it for a few minutes, and yer just about drunk on me, aren't ya?"

"F-Fuck. Gyro, you f-feel ssooo good! Yes, yes! You're making me feel sso full!"

"Come on doll, we're almost there. Keep screaming my name like that." His right hand moved to rub at your clit. He rolled it between his fingers to get your thighs uncontrollably twitching closer around him. His balls slapped against your ass as he fucked deeper in finally getting all of his cock inside you. The sounds echoing in the rather small room were a filthy mix of music and skin against skin.

He kept pressing into something inside you, ramming into your button at an unforgiving pace slowly spiraling you down deeper into that forbidden pleasure. Gyro was no better off. He was breathing hot into your ear like he just ran a mile, licking at the shell, saying your name like it was the only word he cared for anymore. He nibbled at your earlobe pulling it between his teeth, it was a little painful but you didn't expect it to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Some never before felt feeling washed over you like hot molten lava as your walls clamped around his length inside you. You felt frozen as you clung on to Gyro for dear life. The blond let loose a moan before he left you to pump his own cock, his hot cum spurting on to your naked chest made you shake and whimper more. He stood over you for a while to catch his breath, looking like a hard worked god with his heaving chest. Once he swallowed he twisted away to grab a rag. He smooched your cheek before starting to wipe his cum off your boobs and stomach. Once clean be gave you another sucking kiss on your nipple with teasing eyes. "C'mon doll, let's clean up. Again."

You scrambled for clothes, he lazily put on his jeans and belt. Once you were about to put your shirt back on he stopped you.

"Hold on one sec, baby."

He took his sweet time to apply another coat of neon green lip paint and took a marker from his back pocket.

You watched on without stopping him from puckering his lips while taking the cap off the marker.

He kneeled down to write on your bare chest something you couldn't see. He dotted it with a bright green kiss, finishing strong with an over exaggerated "muah!"

"There ya go doll! Perfect."

"Eh, what did you write?" You tried reading it but the position of your head made it hard.

"Just a way to contact me once you're outta here," He winked and added a peck to your crown. "I wasn't kiddin' when I said I wanted you to be my last. I wanna get to know you better doll. So, call me when you're ready."

Johnny, bless his heart, was innocent to what sins you've committed. He was nervous but so very relieved to see you finally, and wasn't too upset with how long you took with the band, thank God. You were sure you couldn't say the same for Gyro and his mates. He tried asking questions, but once you waggled Soundman's autograph in front of his nose, his eyes lit up and questions were thrown out the door. Thank god.

Johny lead the way out to the car. Plots were empty so long after the show, so it wasn't hard to find it again. Your brother was talking about how he was able to talk a vender into selling him a shirt twenty bucks down, but you couldn't pay much attention. You were peeking under your shirt. Those green and purple marks Gyro had left were still ornery and bright, along with his ink. Putting your shirt up to your nose confirmed your biggest fear; you smelt like sex. Guess it was going to be a windows down trip back home. Kind of reminded you of that Blockheads' song. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Maybe missing the drugs, but you'd call this a successful night without them. And you had the digits to prove it.

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #steel ball run #gyro zeppeli #gyro zeppeli x reader #jjba x reader #*dies*

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azucanela · 4 years

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Ahh i'm glad you write for them, thank you so much for answering my question :) may i ask for Dabi, Shigaraki and Toga headcanons w/ a female reader that likes to sing but is kinda shy about it? and like one time they catch her singing and are just speechless because her voice is so beautiful? Thank you so much :)

HEARING THEIR SHY S/O SING[HEADCANNONS]

[ft. dabi, shigaraki tomura, and toga himiko]

SUMMARY: in which Y/N can sing but nobody else knew that, until they did, and let me tell you they were SHOCKED.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: implications of death, implications of nsfw, almost nudity bc towels, embarrassment, dabi being a perv, blood, injuries

A/N: this concept makes me happy lol, dabi’s is my favorite kjsahkjfshdkjh anyways ofc bb thank you for requesting! this is adorable :D

DABI

in all honesty, you’re probably singing in the shower and dabi is super nosy and has zero shame, so he kinda just comes into the bathroom while you are showering, like a perv

he hears you singing in the shower because he randomly shows up to your apartment, and he kinda just listens from outside for a hot minute because WOW, there is no one else it could be, unless you lived with a ghost who took 30 minute showers just like you did

he sincerely doubted this was the case

he’s vibing tbh, after he collects himself, he’ll kinda just take a seat on the toilet with a small smile on his face, and you won’t hear him unless he decides to sing along just to give you a heart attack

probably realizes that the reason he didn’t already know you have the voice of a literal angel is because of the fact that you’re a shy bb, and he’s gonna savor this while it lasts

he will tease you though, when you come out of the shower, grabbing your towel and then opening the shower curtain to him just sitting there, dopey smile on his face

“hey doll.”

you curse him out, cheeks warming, you lowkey forgot that you have no clothes on as you cuss him out, and he APPRECIATES the sight before him

you being angry is a TURN O N, angry and naked? even better

i think you know where this about to go

anyways as you curse him out for invading your privacy, you do be feeling EMBARRASSED because you were singing your heart out in there and he was just listENING

the audacity.

“you’re a really good singer, babe.”

Now you are more embarrassed and it suddenly dawns on you that you are not wearing clothes, just a towel to cover your body, and you are glaring at this mans because what the-

“what were you even thinking?!”

“that i would listen to my beautiful girlfriends equally beautiful voice.”

the type to ask you to sing for him, he has no shame like i said, will randomly say, “i like this song, think you could sing for me?”

you’re shy and like nO

he’s like, “come on babe, a private session ;)”

yeah he really likes this whole singing thing and will hype you up, but subtly, like hes constantly complimenting your singing voice because it really is just super pretty and he wants you to know this so that you’ll sing more

already comes to your home randomly, but this will increase in frequency because he really wants to hear you sing more AND catch you singing in the shower

LOWKEY

REALLY REALLY LOWKEY

LIKE R E A L L Y LOWKEY

i can see him asking you to sing him to sleep, it reminds him of his childhood because he finds comfort in your voice, and this would be the only time he’s shy about it

you’re just like WHAT internally, because if you express your shock externally he IS going to retreat back into himself and you will have lost your chance at a emotionally available Dabi

my type is emotionally unavailable people sigh

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

most confused award goes to this mans

you’re probably just singing along to your music as you clean your room, he told you he was dropping by, hence the cleaning, you are also dancing because why not vibe

he opens the door, you don’t hear him with your earbuds in, and he kinda just freezes at the door because thats your voice

your actual voice

he listens for a bit because it sounds pretty and he likes it, he’s really confused, but he likes it, and you

tbh this is a really domestic moment and tomura is really shocked that he’s enjoying leaning up against your doorway as you treat the broom in hand as a mic and belt out some nice lyrics

kinda hates that he likes it

they you turn around after finishing the song with a dramatic little ending, and open your eyes to see your lovely emotionally constipated boyfriend standing there, albeit uncomfortably, his arms are awkwardly crossed and he’s squirming under your gaze

“so... is that your quirk?” genuinely thinks you are such a good singer that it is your QUIRK to be a literal ANGEL

you’re too mortified to answer because shyness, mouth gaping open as you grapple for words and you feel your entire body heat up in embarrassment. You genuinely are contemplating jumping onto your bed and screaming into your pillow before suffocating yourself with it.

“how long have you been standing tHeRe?” your voice cracks and you lowkey wanna cry because WHAT EVEN IS THIS DAY

he kinda shrugs, “few minutes.” he’d mumble and then look up at you, he is equally nervous at this point, “you have a nice voice.”

“thank you,,,,”

he’s too awkward to ask you to sing for him, but he would try and encourage you to sing, because he really does want to hear you again, he just can’t find a way to ask you

literally this is stressing him out, just start singing randomly and he’ll appreciate it so much, don’t make him ask p l e a s e

he is definitely gonna start stopping by randomly way more often, in hopes of catching you singing once more, because thats just an experience he wants to happen again

would probably bring it up that you have a pretty voice to other league members in hopes that they’ll bully you into singing so that he doesn’t have to

sometimes he wishes he didn’t tell them though because he kinda just wants to keep you and your talent for himself

isn’t the best at hyping you up, especially not outright, definitely the most awkward of the three, but he’s going to try, purely because he thinks that if he boosts your confidence enough then he’ll hear you sing more and he won’t have to outright ask you to sing for him because that would be painful for the both of you

“you know... you sing good.”

“thank you...?”

“this is a nice song.”

“yeah,”

“sing it.”

sounds really demanding but he’s trying his hardest okay.

understands if you don’t want to sing in front of others due to your shyness, he’s awkward too, so as long as you sing for him its chill

he likes the intimacy of the moments when you sing for him and him alone, it just makes him happy to have that, especially since you are shy about singing.

TOGA HIMIKO

oh knife wife, love of my life,

that rhymes

toga is probably the most outwardly supportive of you and your singing endeavors, bbg is gonna be so happy when she finds out you can sing, unlike the other boys she won’t have time to savor it because she will immediately start talking about it

probably breaking into your home through your window because she needs medical assistance and cannot tell if the blood on her belongs to someone else or not, you are her go to because hospitals are a no no for a villain such as herself

she sees you through the window, and she can kinda hear you singing as you cook in your kitchen, though you aren’t that visible and the window blocks out most of the noise.

genuinely contemplates breaking the window so that she can hear you better because it already sounds so pretty??? how??? why didn’t she know about this, why didn’t you tell her?

the audacity honestly what are you doing

she opens the window with class instead, effectively breaking into your home, but you don’t hear her as she closes it and re-locks the window

she’s gonna be speechless for a hot minute, now that she hears your voice clearly, she’s beginning to wonder if the blood is hers and shes dead, because you have a voice that belongs in the heavens literally what-

wondering how she didn’t know about this as she bursts into your kitchen covered with blood, “Y/N BABY YOU CAN SING?”

you nearly drop the knife in your hand and cut your foot off at the sight of your bloody girlfriend like, for several reasons

one. how the hell did she get into your apartment. two, why is she covered in so much blood???? three. she heard you singing. oh god she head you singing. time to panic and die

you kinda freeze and your mouth gapes open because you are so confused and panicked right now as your hands begin to gesture vividly while you search for words, trying to avoid her gaze and questions as your face heats up

this shock and panic distracts you from the fact that she broke into your house covered in blood as you respond, “i mean anyone can sing-”

“you sing GOOD.”

brags about you being such a good singer ALL THE TIME, literally how she introduces you to people, much to your dismay

will ask you to sing for her with no shame, unlike dabi she isn’t even going to shut down if you say no or find it weird, she’s just gonna keep asking until you agree to do it

would not be opposed to falling asleep to your similar voice, in fact, your voice is one of few things that calms her down

she’s literally just so excited about the fact that you can sing, like WOW, the whole league is gonna know so fast, she’s just

SO HAPPY

she’s literally going to be hyping you up 24/7 like even if the conversation has nothing to do with it, she’s going to tell you how amazing you are and try to help you overcome your shyness because your talent must be SHARED WITH THE WORLD

just a super supportive gf at the end of the day we love toga

A/N: the vibes are immaculate, sing for your evil lover, that is the point here

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bordeleaubeau · 4 years

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when worlds collide - ryder donovan

chapter three wc: 5635

ryder looks around the group of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “well, my car can only hold four. five if we really squeeze. so i think me driving is out of the picture.” ryder says, since there was six of you and it wouldn’t make sense to make only one person drive by themselves.

“i can drive ken, that’s not a big deal,” logan says, a shy smile on his face as he looks at ryder, the two of them exchanging a quick look as kennedy blushes.

“we can ride with the two of you,” ricky adds, looking over at logan, immediately causing your heart rate to start to pick up. “and then ryder, you can drive y/n?” he suggests with a smile, giving the two of you a quick look that you try to ignore, but you can’t.

next to you, ryder is smiling. “that’s not a problem.” and for a second, you swear you could see his cheeks tinted pink. “right, y/n?” he nudges you gently in the side.

“right, ryder.” you confirm with a smile identical to the blond’s. it was clear to anyone, and as josie had stated before, clear to even a blind person how hard the two of you had fallen for each other in such a short amount of time. call it fate, but there really was something about being paired with ryder that set off fireworks.

“all right, so old chicago? that sound good to everyone?” logan asks, and immediately everyone is in agreement, causing logan to nod. “great. head out, gang.”

the six of you all walk out of the rink, saylor’s baby carrier in your left hand as ryder walks alongside you. there’s a goofy smile on your face, one you can’t quite contain for reasons you couldn’t really say. logan and ryder had parked right next to each other, and you watch as kennedy looks at you with a face of pure excitement as she gets into the passenger’s seat of logan’s car. josie gets in the backseat along with ricky, leaving you to walk to the passenger’s side of ryder’s jeep.

“here, i’ve got it y/n/n,” ryder says, opening the passenger door for you and taking saylor from you. you thank him quickly before he shuts the door for you, leaving you to lean back in your seat and let out a sigh of bliss before he opens the backseat to put the carrier in.

a few seconds later, the driver’s side is opening and ryder is sliding in, a sweet and contagious smile on his face. “you ready to go?”

“does it not look like i’m ready to go dono?” you giggle, referring to the fact you were already buckled in and more than ready to leave, considering the fact logan was already halfway out of the parking lot.

“no it does. i was just making sure with you, that’s all,” he shakes his head slightly before buckling up and turning his key in the ignition. you reach forward, turning on the radio and switching on the country station. “my kind of girl.”

“shut up donovan,” you laugh, leaning back in the seat with a smile on your face. “you’ve put willy on all these different artists, it’s all i hear coming from his bedroom now. so thank you for that.”

“i’m not even gonna apologize. willy loves me,” he teases, but it’s true. willy looked up to ryder in every way possible, and it didn’t help that they were almost carbon copies of each other.

“whatever, just drive, dono. i’m starving.” you roll your eyes playfully as you complain, and in response ryder finally starts to pull out of the parking spot and onto the main road. “you know, you played really well, ryder.”

ryder shrugs slightly, his head turned to the left to make sure the turn was safe. “wasn’t anything special, y/n. just played the game. but what did i tell you? we were gonna beat your dad’s ass.”

“i’m sorry, do i have to repeat myself?” you giggle, shifting in your seat so you’re facing ryder. “you were the superstar tonight, dono! you had, what, three points? and the game winning goal, that was absolutely gorgeous, by the way.”

ryder lets his shoulder’s shrug smugly, “just another game for me, sweets. nothin’ out of the ordinary for me,” ryder mumbles, head turning as he checks the road before making a turn.

“you know, you were cute before you got cocky.” you grumble, turning back in your seat so you’re facing the windshield once more, arms crossing over your chest.

out of the corner of your eye, you can see a smirk growing on ryder’s face. “you think i’m cute.” you open your mouth to object, but ryder beats you to it as he turns his head to look at you when he gets to the red light. “y/n l/n thinks i’m cute.”

“i do not!” you exclaim, already starting to feel the blush forming on your cheeks. ryder gives you a quick glance, an amused look on his face along with his eyebrows raised. “okay fine. but come on! can you even blame me, dono?”

ryder chuckles, “i dunno if i can, y/n/n. the only thing i’ve got going for me is hockey and that’s about it.” your mouth drops open and ryder starts to laugh harder. “what?”

“you did not just say that donovan. but i'm keeping my mouth shut, because i’m not gonna say something stupid.” you fold your arms over your chest once more and ryder just shakes his head with a playful scoff. you let the voice of morgan wallen’s whiskey glasses take over the comfortable silence between the two of you, ryder quietly singing the words here and there. and being honest? it was absolutely adorable.

a short few minutes later ryder pulls into the parking lot where logan’s truck was already parked. “do you think we should bring saylor in? she’s been quiet, so what are the odds she’ll go off if we leave her in here?” ryder asks, glancing over at you before looking in the backseat at saylor.

“i think we just take her in, rydes. it’s gonna be dead in there anyway, so we don’t have to worry about people looking at us weird, and i’d rather we not risk the potential of messing up our grade you know?” ryder nods along with you as you speak and you smile before the two of you get out of the jeep, you then going to the back door to grab saylor out of the seat.

“lemme take her,” ryder nearly whines, hands reaching out with a grabbing motion. you giggle and shake your head at the eighteen year old boy, but nonetheless you hand him the baby carrier with a smile on your face.

“better now, dono?” ryder gives you a satisfied smile and you shake your head once more. that boy was perfect in more ways than one and it was going to be the absolute death of you.

ryder holds the door to the diner open for you and you walk in with a stupid grin on your face, praying he can’t see your face in the reflection of the glass. but when the two of you walk into the seating area, you see the four of your best friends sitting in a ‘u’ shaped booth in the corner of the diner.

kennedy is the first to see the two of you approaching them, and there’s a silly yet cute smile adorning the lips. if you were closer, you’re sure you would’ve heard her giggling quietly under her breath. “there you guys are!” she exclaims.

“we were starting to think you guys ditched us,” logan speaks, eyes fixated on his best friend with his arm wrapped around ken’s shoulders. “glad to see you didn’t.” he smirks at ryder, and out of the corner of your eye you see ryder roll his eyes.

“we took the long way, we were jamming,” ryder says, stepping out of the way so you can slide into the booth before him. he slides in right next to you, placing saylor to the left of him.

you try your absolute best at ignoring the looks kennedy and josie are giving you. you weren’t even aware that you took the ‘long way’ to old chicago, but apparently you had. your cheeks are flaming hot and it’s a miracle no one had pointed them out just yet.

but even if someone was going to, you’re saved by the waitress coming up. she’s an older lady, but nonetheless she’s got a sweet smile on her face as she approaches the six of you. “good evening you guys,” she grins. “my name’s lucy and i’ll be taking care of you kids for the night, can i start you guys off with some drinks?”

you all go around the table reciting your quick drink orders. you order a shirley temple, earning a chuckle from ryder. “what?” you ask, turning to look at him.

“nothing, y/n,” ryder shakes his head with a smile. after lucy walks away, saylor begins to cry, and in an instant ryder is reaching over and grabbing her from the carrier. while he takes care of the doll, you turn to the remainder of your group.

“you two played incredible tonight!” you exclaim with a smile to ricky and logan, both who are quick to turn bashful as if they hadn’t already heard it from josie and kennedy. and as if they don’t already hear it after almost every game they play in.

“thanks y/n/n, but chances are we couldn’t have done it without willy, you know that right?” ricky asks and instantly your eyes are rolling. “what’s that look for?”

you shrug quickly, “i just feel like you guys don’t give yourselves enough credit all the time. yeah will may help here and there but he’s not the sole factor why you guys win, he was super hyped up tonight because of playing against our dad, so that helped a lot. you guys are too hard on yourselves.”

ricky and logan exchange a look between one another, ryder adding into the mix when he finally looks up from saylor who stopped crying. “ryder, where’d you find this one? i like her.” logan smiles teasingly at you and you roll your eyes.

“definitely haven’t been around you guys before or anything,” you let out an exaggerated sigh. willy had begged you to stay as far away from the team as you could, and of course you respected his wishes. you couldn’t have asked for a better relationship with your little brother - and you weren’t going to mess it up when he had gotten a spot on the team after all his hard work. you weren’t going to have all of those boys tease him.

but now? yeah, you weren’t so sure you could keep that promise.

“she’s been here all along,” ryder chuckles from besides you, saylor now back in the carrier and his elbows now resting on the table. “something tells me our boy willy had something to do with that though. any of the other girls with brothers on the team are all over us, but y/n isn’t like that.”

you give ryder a side eye, your friends at the table chuckling as you do so. “ryder, even if willy didn’t tell me to stay away, i wouldn’t be all over you guys. i know what personal space is bud. but you’re right, willy didn’t want me hovering over him and you guys. he didn’t wanna be like the other guys, getting teased about their sister being easy or whatnot. besides, i’m not even like that to begin with.”

“she’s got a point,” josie points out from where her and ricky are both sitting next to each other. “did you even like hockey boys before ryder was in the picture?”

you can already feel your cheeks burning red at her comment, and if you had already ordered and gotten your food you were sure a fry would’ve ended up hitting her face or in her hair. “ryder had absolutely nothing to do with that. i always liked hockey boys.” you grumble, but even you knew you were lying. it didn’t help that the boys from your dad’s team were almost always chasing after you - and everyone knows the notorious stories about hockey players leading girls on. lucky enough for you, you had never fallen for their trap. but you had slowly strayed away from the idea of dating a hockey player.

“well ouch,” ryder feigns hurt as he presses a hand against his chest. “right to the heart, huh y/n/n?” he teases and you give him a mocking smile in return.

“get over it dono. not every girl is willing to drop to her knees for you, and it’s time you realize that.”

ryder’s head immediately snaps over towards ricky and logan, who are both pretty much laughing their asses off as ryder’s mouth is dropped open. you bite your lip to prevent a laugh from coming out, but even josie and kennedy are looking at you in pure shock.

“i was not expecting that from you tonight,” josie chuckles, a look of pure amusement on her face. you shrug, sitting back in the booth and looking over at ryder, who still looks absolutely flabbergasted.

“okay i’m sorry, but i’ve met too many egotistical hockey players in my life. my baby daddy is not going to be one of them.” finally, ryder snaps out of it, shaking his heart slightly as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“jesus, where have you been all my life.” he groans out, head falling back against the leather of the booth.

lucy comes back with all of your drinks, causing ryder to pick his head up from the booth. you all claim your drinks, lucy then starting to take all of your orders. you go for a chicken tenders basket and french fries, ryder with a cheeseburger, and kennedy and josie both go to share a basket of fries while ricky and logan both order pizza roll ups.

ryder’s left hand goes to grab his drink, his left arm reaching around the back of the booth so his arm is resting over your shoulders. you look up at kennedy, her eyes wide as she looks from ryder’s arm to your face, and then to his. “ew, rydes. did you even shower dono? you smell disgusting!” you tease, followed by a small giggle as your nose scrunches up in fake disgust - of course you knew he had showered due to his damp hair.

“i did actually!” ryder defends himself, a look of hurt spread across his face as your friends at the table are laughing. “you know who you should be asking? your brother. i heard he had a hot date tonight. anyway lo, i showered, right?”

ryder looks to logan, whose eyes are wide. “don’t answer him, lo.” you turn to ryder. “what the hell do you mean my brother had a date tonight?”

ryder looks confused more than anything, his eyebrows furrowing together as he looks down at you. “your brother has a date tonight, at least, that’s what he told us. right boys?”

you look from ricky to logan, who are both nodding timidly, too afraid of your reaction to fully commit to giving you an answer. “with who?” kennedy nearly screeches from across the table. “and he didn’t tell us, y/n/n?!”

“good question, ken. i think just another freshman girl.” ryder glances around the table, suddenly realizing his mistake. “i wasn’t supposed to tell you that, was i?”

you frown. you can’t help it, either. william had always told you everything and he had promised you that whenever there was going to be a girl in his life he’d end up telling you about it. apparently that didn’t matter too much to him anymore though.

you huff, letting your head fall down onto ryder’s shoulder without a second's hesitation. ryder can’t help the smile that forms on his lips - a completely stupid, smitten one - as you frown at kennedy across the table. “you’ve got to be kidding me.” you grumble, reaching at the table and grabbing the wrapper for your straw and beginning to tear it to shreds.

“our little willy is growing up,” kennedy’s voice cracks along with raising a few octaves as her head then leans on logan’s shoulder, a shy smile forming on his lips as well.

ryder’s fingers brush along your shoulder, just barely massaging your fabric covered shoulder. “we could go crash their date, you know. i think he said they were going to little angie’s. it’s not that far.”

“could we actually?” you look hopefully up at ryder, your head then turning to look at the remaining four, who are all shaking their heads frantically leaving you to heave out a sigh.

“y/n, don’t. as much as we know you want to, let the kid live a little, okay? it’s not the end of the world if he goes on one date.” ricky defends willy, allowing you to lower your eyes at him. ricky’s hands go up in defense, his gaze wavering from yours.

lucy comes back out with your food orders and lucky enough for the boys, the conversation dies down as you all eat your food in a comfortable silence. you pick at your french fries, your eyes glancing over at ryder every few seconds and you silently pray that the gesture goes unnoticed.

“so rydes,” you clear your throat, reaching for another fry from your basket. “i met your sister.”

you look over to gage his reaction, and immediately ryder freezes. he turns his head to look at you. “which one?” he asks carefully, like he’s treading on thin water.

“clara.” the color drains from ryder’s face as he hears his little sister’s name - the same little sister he would tell everything to. the same little sister that had the biggest blabber mouth there could ever be. and now, he was starting to regret all his decisions.

“she uh,” he clears his throat. across the table from you two, your friends are all watching and listening intently. “she didn’t say anything, did she?”

you give ryder a look, your eyebrows furrowing as you let out a small chuckle. “like what exactly, rydes? we just walked and talked. she asked me about my sweatshirt. i bought her a slushie, walked her back to her seat.”

“oh. nothing.”

but now you’re intrigued, of course. you turn in your seat so you’re facing ryder more, “ryder, what?” you press further, enjoying watching as his cheeks turn a dark shade of red. ryder just shakes his head. “ryder donovan.”

“it’s nothing bad! don’t worry about it, y/n/n,” he glances up at you for a second, the little spark in his eyes setting off a million butterflies in your stomach as your start to feel a blush of your own start to form on your face. there’s a cute smile on his face that he’s trying his hardest to bite back, but it’s nearly impossible. you can still see it.

while his smile is small, yours is wide. ryder is doing anything and everything he can to not look at you after that, so you poke him in the side, a sweet smile on your lips. “she’s really sweet, you know. she reminds me a lot of you.”

his smile then turns into a smirk, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “well, i did teach her everything she knows.”

“oh really now? because you’re such a charmer, huh dono?” you raise your eyebrows at the blonde boy next to you, intrigued by the sudden confidence boost that took a mere 2 seconds.

ryder chuckles before he grins, eyes finally raising to meet yours. his cheeks have finally returned to their normal pale color, “i am a charmer, i’m happy you noticed, y/n/n.”

“i never said you were a charmer.”

ryder hums, “so i guess that means i gotta try that much harder, huh l/n?”

you feel kennedy’s boot clad foot hit your shin, and you’re sure by the end of that night and by the time you’d be home you would have a nice sized, purple bruise on your shin. “what do you mean, ryder?” you play dumb, a knowing smile on your face.

a soft scoff escapes ryder’s lips, his fingers beginning to tear at the white napkin that sat in front of him. “wouldn’t you like to know, y/n?” he glances at you. you feel your stomach do flips at such a simple gesture, but you can’t even help it. you had fallen, and you had fallen hard. in a matter of 48 hours.

“come on, dono, tell me,” you whine slightly, your hand reaching out to rest on his muscular bicep. ryder glances down at your hand, and suddenly he’s beyond thankful you couldn’t feel his heart beating, because it felt like it was ready to beat out of his chest.

finally, ryder looks up at you, a soft smirk on his face, “i dunno, i think i’d rather make you wait.”

“what’s the fun in that?” you groan, a pout forming on your lips as you pull your hand away from ryder’s bicep to cross your arms over your chest.

“keeps you on your toes, baby mama,” he smirks, accompanying his statement with a quick wink. now it’s your turn to blush and you turn so you’re facing forward once more, your arms crossing over your chest trying your hardest not to smile. ryder nudges you, a smile of his own on his face. “what’s that for, y/n?”

“you’re being mean,” you grumble, once again feeling the kick to your shin from your best friend. you tear your attention away from the table to glance and her, and her entire face is lit up like a billboard. kennedy parkland - the hopeless romantic - knew exactly what was unfolding right in front of her.

“oh, so that’s why you’re smiling?” he teases you, and equally as teasing smile on his face that you can see out of the corner of your eye, because you kept your eyes fixated on your best friend.

you jut your lip out, throwing a quick glare to him. “no, but i’m keeping you on your toes by not telling you, right dono? you’re the one that started this, you know. if you just told me in the first place, maybe we wouldn’t be having this issue!”

“sorry to break it to you sweets, but there’s some things you don’t have to know. and this is one of them.” there’s a smirk on ryder’s lips as he reaches for one of your fries from your basket, and you can’t help the huff you let out.

“you know, i really don’t like you right now, dono.” you mumble, smacking his hand away from your food.

“oh, ‘right now?’” he mocks you, a stupid grin on his face. “so you normally like me?”

“no!” you gasp. you see the slight look of hurt flash across ryder’s face, and you can’t help but sigh. “well, yes? no? i don’t know!” you let out a sigh, feeling heat rush to your cheeks as everyone at the table now turns to you. and not one of them knows what to make out of the situation - besides kennedy, of course.

ryder’s head then tilts to the side slightly, an entertained smile on his lips, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. “if i’m being honest, i just wanted to see you blush again.” your eyes roll immediately as he finishes his sentence.

“you are the worst, ryder.”

“yeah, i know,” he smiles, his hand that’s around your shoulder playing with the fabric of his sweatshirt that you have on. there’s a dumb smile on your face, but that’s wiped clear off your face when you feel your phone buzz from your pocket.

william: you went out with ryder?

y/n: you went out with a girl? read: 10:02pm

“look at this!” you exclaim, shoving your phone in ryder’s face. his eyes widen for a split second at the sudden moment before he’s grabbing your phone from your hand. “who does he think he is!”

ryder’s nose crinkles, eyes glancing back and forth from your eyes to your phone screen. “a teenage boy?” he guesses, voice raising a couple octaves.

you let out a sigh, “rydes you don’t get it.” you grumble, taking your phone back from his grip to slide it across the table for the other for to read. in his seat, ryder shifts so he’s facing you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“you’re right, i don’t. wanna explain it to me?”

and there were those damn butterflies again.

everything the kid did had your heart racing and your cheeks burning pink. and he was having a hell of a lot of fun with it, too. “it’s just -” you sigh, leaning back in your seat. “he used to tell me everything. even when he was in middle school. i just thought he would have told me about this, you know? will’s never even been on a date before.”

“kinda like how you told him you were going out with me?” ryder’s eyebrows raise and you falter slightly. he sort of, kind of, had a point. but not really.

“but that’s different!” you proclaim, “he’s out on a date. we’re out with friends. besides, he knew i was going out tonight. i thought he was going home with our mom.”

“maybe he’ll tell you about it in the morning, but from previous experience as a fifteen year old boy? there was a time when i stopped telling shay everything.” ryder rubs your shoulder comfortingly, leaning down to give you an apologetic look. he really did feel bad - anyone on that team knew how close you and william were.

you just shrug, “okay fine, i guess you’re right, i just wasn’t expecting it,” you mumble, completely defeated.

“i know you weren’t y/n/n, and i’m sorry it happened but he’ll come around to telling you everything again. i did with shay, and vanessa,” he tries to reassure you, voice soft as he talks to you.

“ryder does he ever tell you things?” you blurt out. you couldn’t help it, either, you knew william absolutely adored ryder in every way possible. he idolized the kid, even. he was so excited when he was finally able to play with him, let alone be his linemate.

ryder’s eyebrows furrow, “what kind of things? because willy just about never shuts up when he’s talking to me. not like i mind, though.” he lets out a soft laugh, one that finally puts a smile on your face. “there’s that smile, pretty girl.”

“i dunno, just,” you have to fight through your smiling lips and blushing face, “things you’d tell shay? or i guess things you wouldn’t tell shay. things he’d only tell a teammate, maybe.”

“he hasn’t yet, but i’d he does do you want me to tell you? but you have to keep it a secret. i don’t want willy turning on me.”

you nod, “if you don’t mind? and don’t worry. he’d never turn on you. me, maybe. but never you.” you give him a smile and ryder nods, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “thank you rydes.”

“of course, any time, y/n/n.”

logan clears his throat from across the table, “well, are we all ready to head out?” he asks, looking between the two of you. “cause i think we’re all ready. i’ll just head to the front to pay and we can go.”

“yeah i think so.” ryder says, then glancing over at you. ryder starts to dig into his pocket for money, and so do you seeing as everyone had already given logan their money for their share. you go to give logan your ten, but ryder swats your hand away, handing logan a twenty. “don’t worry about it.”

“thanks, rydes,” you mumble quietly, your cheeks an undeniable pink color as the six of you then all start to get out of the booth. ryder sticks his hand out for you to take, and once you’re fully out of the booth his hand then travels to the small of your back, free hand grabbing saylor’s baby carrier.

you all bid your goodbyes, ryder leading you out of the diner, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you walk to ryder’s jeep. you follow the same routine from earlier, ryder opening your door, you thank him, and then he puts saylor in the backseat before getting into the driver’s seat. but before you say anything to the boy, you feel your phone vibrate and you pull it out of your pocket.

william: i thought i told you to stay away from my teammates y/n.

you swallow hard, leaving the message on read and stuffing it in your pocket once more. “rydes?” you ask, leaning all the way back in the seat so your cheek is pressed against the leather to look at him. ryder hums in response, turning the radio on before turning to look at you. “thank you.”

“for what? we were just having a night, y/n/n. you are my baby mama after all, it’s the least i can do.” the two of you sit there, music from ryder’s phone automatically playing from the bluetooth.

you let out a soft laugh, “‘m not just talking about paying for my meal. i mean everything. talking, the ride, reassuring me about william. it means a lot, rydes. especially knowing will has someone like you in his life.”

ryder puts his car in reverse, looking over his shoulder as he starts to pull out of the parking spot. “of course. i love willy, you know that. i’d do anything for the kid. and i love being that person for him you know, and i’m gonna keep my word i promise. if he says something to me i’ll report right to you, got it?”

“got it,” you smile, letting out a blissful sigh as you look at the blond whose eyes are trained on the road in front of him. “you know where i live, right? just from picking will up and dropping will off?”

ryder nods, confirming your suspicions. “yeah, you guys are only like, ten minutes away from us. it’s not too far at all, not a problem either. speaking of, what do you think about me picking you up in the morning?” ryder asks, glancing over at you. but he quickly rushes out, his words blending together, “i just feel bad if you have to drive and bring saylor to school, you know? that’s all. i’ll drive will, too.”

“you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to do that at all,” you shake your head at him, but ryder sends you a quick smile.

“i told you, i don’t mind. i promise you that y/n.”

you let out a sigh, and ryder smiles knowing he’s got you exactly where he’s got you. because you’re gonna give in. “okay, okay. but that also means you need to stop for caribou in the morning, got it dono? will and i get it every morning.”

“anything you want, you got it.” you smile at him, letting your eyes linger on him for a minute too long. but before you know it, ryder is pulling down your street and then unfortunately, up your driveway. but you didn’t want the night to end.

“thank you rydes,” you thank him again, going to unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car, but ryder’s hand stops you.

“you really think i’m gonna ask you to my game, take you out for dinner afterwards, and not even walk you up to your door? what kind of guy do you think i am, y/n?” you can’t help but laugh, but nonetheless you nod.

“okay, okay, what are you waiting for then?” you don’t have to say another word before ryder is unbuckling besides you and getting out of the car.

slowly, and noticeably so, the two of you take the short walk up to your front door, the ten second walk being drawn out to nearly thirty seconds with how slow you were going. but when you finally reach the door, you turn around with your back pressed against it to face ryder.

“really, i mean it. thank you for tonight, ryder. i had a lot of fun.” you admit quietly, your eyes meeting his, and even in the dim light of the porch light you can see the soft smile on his face.

“i had a lot of fun too, y/n/n. we should do it again sometime.” and once again, even in the dim light you can see the blush on his face. the two of you continue to stand there quietly looking at each other.

“goodnight, ryder.” you whisper.

“goodnight, y/n.” ryder whispers right back at you, but neither of you move. you don’t move to open the door, and ryder doesn’t take his hand away that’s resting besides your head. and slowly but surely does he ever so carefully start to lean down.

chapter four

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch three

read ch two here

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warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.6k+

edie's pov

pulling up to the compound is nerve-wracking, to say the least. this place is the home of so many valuable items and pieces of technology. to be put in charge of those things is something i don't take lightly. i just hope to make tony proud.

we pull into the underground garage and he helps me take my bags out of the backseat. he goes to pick up my weapons bag and stumbles when he lifts it.

"oh- damn. this thing is heavy. what do you have in here? rocks?" he questions with a chuckle to throw me off the obvious fact he’s struggling. i grab the bag from him and sling it around my shoulder with ease.

"it's just all of my knives, a few throwing stars, my suit, some-" i begin to say but he cuts me off.

"okay okay, stop that. it was rhetorical. get in the building." he leads me to the fingerprint password protected door. "give me your thumb." he demands.

i stretch my hand out to him as he grabs my thumb and presses it against the touchscreen pad that was next to the door. after touching a few buttons and scanning my thumb, he continues, "there ya go. you now have access to almost every room in the compound. don't be stupid with it." he pointes a finger at me playfully.

with that i nod and follow him into the compound and up the stairs that take us to the main level. he gives me a quick tour of the place and makes a point to remind me of all the things i'm not allowed to touch.

finally, we stop in front of a cream-colored door and he turns around to face me.

"here's your room. do with it what you want," he says with a smile and steps out of my way. i open the door to a completely white room with white walls and bedspread and curtains and-

"i figured i'd leave you a blank slate so that you could...i don't know, be creative?" he explains, "okay, see ya. i'll give you a holler when the kid gets here."

peter's pov

aunt may had just finished hugging me to death when i hear a honk from the street below us. i squirm away from her arms and grab her hands.

"may, i gotta go now. i'll see you soon." i say with a sad smile, knowing she’ll be miserable wondering if i’m okay every second of the day. she nods at me and mouthes 'i love you' as i slip out the apartment door.

happy sits in the car, anxious to get going as i scramble to get everything in the trunk. i slam it shut and make my way to the passenger seat. as soon as i grab the handle, the door locks and happy gave me a stern look as he rolls the window down to speak.

"no way, in the back," he says as he nods to the back seat with his head. i try to argue but he’s already rolling the window back up. i groan while hopping into the back seat and put my headphones in before resting my head against the window.

once we reach the compound, happy parks the car and begins to make his way to the door, leaving me to get all my bags. he tells me to hurry up with a small smile on his face, which tells me he’s just messing with me.

he still makes me carry it all myself though.

i practically trip in the doorway and all my things fall to the ground. mr. stark appears in front of me with a smug look and his arms behind his back.

"glad you could make it, parker. don't worry about the bags, happy will get them," he says as he turns and begins walking away. i notice happy out of the corner of my eye and stick my tongue out at him teasingly. he gives me a dirty look.

mr. stark pulls me out of my antics as he clears his throat. i whirl around to look at him and offer a sheepish smile.

"okay, kid. let's get down to business," he says but before he can continue, i rush to speak, unable to contain myself anymore.

"where should i sleep? do you even want me to sleep? considering i have to be alert to take out the bad guys? hey, can i bring my friend ned over some time? or could i get a dog? it's probably gonna get a little lonely here." i spew out with one big breath.

mr. stark gives me a weird stare before a look of realization crosses his face. "oh. oh. i didn't tell you, did i?" he asks as if he's surprised he let this information slip his mind. i cock my head at him as a sign to continue.

"you're not doing this alone. i recruited someone else to stay here too," he says with a serious face. my own face falls at his words. of course he didn't trust me enough to leave me here alone. he probably got some old person friend to keep an eye on me and tell me what to do. i have to admit though, the idea of not having to be here for three months all by myself is kinda nice.

"hey now, don't jump to conclusions. it's not some old person." he continues on with a smirk. i swear he can read minds. i walk over to the couch and throw myself onto it face first. "in fact, i think you might like her. wolfie, come on in." he calls through the room.

my ears perk at the sound of my best friend's nickname, but immediately push it aside when i remember she left for that summer camp this morning. and she also isn't the type of person tony stark would ask to protect his compound. i don't even think he knows who she is.

soft footsteps make their way into the living room, along with an off-key voice singing the spiderman theme song. i raise my head off the couch to catch a glance at the owner of the poor singing voice.

"spiderman, spiderman, does what ever a spid- peter?"

oh shit.

edie's pov.

hell no. no part of my body is willing to accept what i am witnessing in front of me. not only am i pissed off that i've never been told about this not-so-little secret—the one that means my best friend is the spiderman- but this bitch decided to lie to me about this whole entire summer, thinking he could just 'go on vacation.'

"what the heck, edie?" peter yells as he flings himself up from the couch. "this isn't summer camp! what are you doing here?" he asks while flailing his arms in the air.

his angry face is a shock to me. i’ve never seen my best friend get so worked up about anything before. it takes me a second before i can regain my composure. and then i just get mad.

"me? what are you doing here, parker?" i shout back at him with the same amount of energy and annoyance. i take a few steps into the room and towards him before a hand is placed on my shoulder.

"okay, yeah, i know that look. why don't you stop right there, kid." tony says as he steps in between peter and i.

"sorry, mr. stark." i say in complete unison with another voice. my head snaps back to peter and my mouth falls open in disbelief.

"hey, hey, hey, he was talking to me." i say with a pointed finger at peter's chest.

"no. no, no. he calls me kid." he replies with a pout.

tony rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, "you're both children, especially at this very moment. there, are you happy?"

peter and i look at each other with fire in our eyes. his expression falters for a second before he regains his anger. i try to search for what the other emotion was, but can't find anything behind his stern gaze.

"let's just take a seat, okay? how about that?" tony continues and leads us to the couch.

i plop myself onto the couch with a huff and cross my arms over my chest. peter sits down on the complete opposite end, mirroring my expression. tony takes a seat on the coffee table in front of us.

"i really thought you guys would be more excited, seeing as you are best friends." tony says with a smirk.

peter looks at me and back at tony, "wait you knew that we know each other?" he says and straightens his posture a little bit.

"clearly you guys don't know each other as well as you thought." tony snickers, "listen, you're both here for a reason. hash it out and come find me later."

with that he stands up, gives us each a pat on the head and strolls off to who knows where.

peter and i both watch him walk away, focusing on mr. stark's retreating frame for as long as we can before it turns weird. i slowly shift my head to face forward, too stubborn to make the first move. and of course, peter being the good guy he is, begins to talk.

"what's going on, e?" he asks softly. i keep my gaze forward and fiddle with my fingers. he turns his body to face mine and waits for an answer.

this was all just a big clusterfuck. i'm furious with peter. for lying and for feeling like he can't tell me something so important to him. but i'm one to talk, i guess. how can i be mad when i've done the exact same thing to him?

i'm pulled out of my thoughts when peter's finger pokes me on the side of my face. i swat his hand away and force myself to look at him.

"i'm sorry." i whisper.

peter softens at that and returns my gesture, "me too."

after a few seconds, i continue, "who knew my best friend was the amazing spiderman?" i say with a small chuckle. he gives me a smile and shrugs his shoulders.

"i guess i am pretty amazing." he gloats. we both laugh and then return to silence.

i know he's going to ask about me and what capabilities i have that make me worthy of being here. to be honest, i’ve always been confident in my abilities, until now. we all know why peter is here. he has heightened reflexes and healing. he can shoot actual webs from his fancy wrist bands and scale buildings and swing from place to place.

i, however, can do none of those superhuman things. i'm just good at throwing sharp objects. but if that's enough for tony stark to take me under his wing then i guess i have nothing to worry about. right?

i decide to answer the question looming over his head and stand up from the couch. i stick out my hand for him to take and gesture for him to get up.

"wanna see some of my tricks?" i chirp. he smiles and takes my hand.

but before we can go anywhere, i grab his arm and flip his body over my head, making him slap the ground hard with his back. he lands with a grunt and looks up at me with shock. i double over with laughter and poke fun at the flustered boy.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry. let me help you up." i choke out between laughs and grab his outstretched hand. with one heave i pull him up onto his feet with ease, which seemed to surprise him more.

"you're...weirdly strong," he comments with an uneasy look on his face. i just shrug and turn to go grab my goodie bag from my room.

peter's pov.

i find myself standing in the training room, practicing my dodges and agility as i wait for edie to come back with her things. i'm trying to keep my head clear and thoughts open.

i have to admit, all of this is just a tad overwhelming. figuring out i'm not going to be here alone, and the person i'm going to be spending my summer with is my best friend— who is badass enough to flip me over her shoulder? i mean, i knew she was great, but this is, well, unexpected.

as far as the lies go, there's nothing i can do about that. i’m calling it all even at this point.

footsteps enter the room and stop abruptly. "why are you wearing your suit?" a voice sounds off behind me.

i flip around and stare at edie, who is dressed in workout clothes. i glance down at myself and shrug playfully.

"it's the first time you get to see spiderman and know who's underneath the mask." i say as i do a princess twirl in front of her. "where's your fancy getup?"

she huffs and drops a bag onto the ground with a loud thud. with curiosity taking over my thoughts, i walk over to her and poke around at her bag.

"hey, what's in here-? ow!" i exclaim as i rub the back of my head. "why'd you do that?"

"i'll put my suit on if you stop trying to touch my stuff." edie responds as she tries to hide a smile.

i flop onto my back and nod, albeit a little defeated. she rustles around in her bag before leaving the room.

i stare at the ceiling, sprawled out across the floor. i can't help but smile to myself at the thought of this summer. staying in the avengers compound with edie is something i could have never thought up myself. yet here we are, feeling all happy and cheesy like a bad movie.

"okay, parker. let's do this."

i push myself to my feet and almost choke when i see edie standing in front of me. the suit she has on is completely black and slim-fitting and she looks good. i can only dream that that's how i look in my suit. like that, but yanno, manly.

then it dawns on me. i've seen a girl in this suit before. the other night, with those three guys. and she kicked their assess. i have to admit, i'm even more proud to call her my best friend after seeing that.

"so you're the knife girl, huh?" i tease. she mocks me with a laugh and in an instant, she's pulling two knives out of her waistband and chucks one at me with no hesitation.

i shoot a web up to the rafters in the ceiling and swing out of the way of her attack.

"ha ha. missed me, missed me, now you gotta ki- woah!" i try to tease her but she's already flinging her second knife at me. with a last-minute dodge, i turn around to see the knife an inch from my head.

"if i wanted to hit you, i would have." edie taunts with a smirk.

i smile at the girl on the ground below me, thankful she can't see my giddy face underneath the mask. i hop down to her level and cross my arms, "so you obviously don't like 'knife girl'. do you even have a cool superhero name, wolfie?"

she seems to be stuck in thought for a moment before answering me with a shrug, "i'm sure i can come up with something better than spiderman."

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chokemedaddyclown · 5 years

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Pennywise x Reader | Smut Request

Anon Request: Yooo I want Pennywise to furiously dry hump me in a secluded off tent at a carnival, with my legs spread wide as I feel his thick tentacle dick viscously rub against my clit through his clown costume. Could you do a one shot about that? Great blog btw I’m in love!

A/N: So, I tried to make this kinda nasty. I definitely have a kink for tentacle dick Penny now.

The Derry carnival was always your favorite. It was a shame that it was only in town once a year. Tonight was the last night, and you were determined to take in every bit of the atmosphere as you could to hold you over until it came around again. You had already sampled all various foods from vendors, even going on a few rides and getting yourself completely lost in the mirror-house more than a few times. The friends that you had come with had all left out over an hour ago, having had enough of it for the year.

If it was up to you, it'd last all year, but that was just a passing thought. It was getting close to shutting down and only a few people remained around the vicinity as you walked around the place, catching in the last few sights of the bright lights and taking in the cool night air, making the billowy dress that you were wearing flow in the cool autumn air.

As you walked through each of the concessions, some of them already closed, you noticed a tent near the outskirts of the place that you hadn't seen here yet, and you had seen literally everything. Being the ever curious person that you are, headed straight for it. It wasn't a newer looking tent like the rest of them, it was a bit dilapidated to say the least, with a few dimly burning lights inside of it.

You stepped through the flaps of it, trying to keep yourself from sneezing with how dusty they seemed to be as if it was some sort of ancient structure that hadn't been touched in years. You examined the inside of the place, and there were a few stray pictures, a small work desk that had a few items spread across it, and.. Why was everything so damn dusty?

You looked up, eyeing the few pictures that were on the wall. A lot of them pictured a clown, and a man that you could on assume was the clown. They both seemed to have the same sharpened front teeth. One photo showcased what look like a carriage with a huge mural on the side.

"Pennywise The Dancing Clown," you whispered out loud as you read the photo.

You noticed that the carriage had a strong resemblance to the tent that you were standing in now. It was definitely weird to say the least, but you assumed that maybe this was meant to be a small museum of sorts. Perhaps this was a person that had something to do with starting the first carnival in Derry?

Once you had seen just about everything, you started to leave, but before you could, all of the already dim lights in the place burned out at once, leaving you in the complete darkness.

"Shit," you said, having to resort to feeling your way out.

Your hands found the small work desk that you were just looking at, your hands dragged their way across the wood of the table, gathering up plenty of the dust as they did so, until your hands landed in something wet. It was thick to the touch, and you shuddered, letting out a small noise of disgust as you tried to flick whatever it was off of your hands before wiping it down your dress.

"I don't even wanna know," you groaned, still slowly making your way around, trying to find the tent opening.

"You're going the wrong way, y'know," a friendly, but menacing voice called from the darkness.

This made you gasp, your body freezing up instantly as you stood there. You hadn't seen anyone in here when you came in before, nor did anyone speak to you before this. Was it a prank, was it part of the show here?

"Who's that?" You called back, squinting your eyes in the darkness.

Suddenly, you could see a small, yellowing light appear from what looked like a pair of white-gloved hands and it illuminated a large, white face of a clown with a red-tipped nose and two red stripes that went from his red lips up to his eyes. You were more confused than ever as you took a step back from the clown in front of you.

He looked familiar.

"I'm Pennywise The Dancing Clown," the clown said in a cheerful, cracking tone as it's head twitched, making a few unseen bells jingle.

"Oh," you gave a sigh, "Like the pictures. You work here?"

"Nooo," he answered in a sing-song tone.

His eyes began to narrow as if he couldn't focus on any sort of communication. He only stared at you from beneath a prominant brow with piercing blue eyes, and drool gathering on a plump bottom lip.

"Uhh, yeah," you squinted at him. You had this uneasy feeling in your chest as he seemed to stare right through you. You side-stepped, intent on finding the exit. "Well, I'm gonna go, sorry for disturbing you."

"Don't go," a more guttural tone escaped him.

Before you could even begin to find the exit, he was directly in front of you now. How did he even do that? He completely towered over your small frame, even in this complete darkness, that was apparent. One of the small lights in the back of the room began to shed dim light on the back corner of the room again, making it a little more distinguishable to see the place now and to see him. Whatever and whoever he was, was in complete clown attire. Full makeup and a Victorian era-esque silver costume, complete with red trimmings and ruffles.

But that wasn't the focus of your attention for very long. Those piercing blue eyes had turned into a haunting golden color and they were.. glowing? You blinked your eyes hard a few times, trying to make your eyes focus on what you were actually seeing. This all had to be a dream, it just had to be. There was no way there was an almost 7 foot clown standing in front of you with glowing, gold eyes and.. Fangs?!

Your lips parted as you breathed out, watching the clown narrow his eyes at you as he opened his mouth to reveal a row of sharpened fangs in his mouth that were now wet and sloppy with his drool.

"What the fuck," you whispered, backing up as you watched him close the distance between the two of you, a primal growl escaping his throat.

"What's wrong, (Y/N), not having fun with ol' Pennywise?" He growled again, his lips turning upward into a sinister smile.

You could feel your heart race in your chest as your backside his the wooden table again. You breathed heavily as he closed in on you. You were scared, but you felt something else, too. Something that was entirely wrong and immoral as you gazed up as this thing that was clearly not a human-being. You felt an attraction. You bit down into your lip, hoping it'd just get whatever it wanted to do to you out of the way.

He lowered his face to yours, those glowing eyes getting brighter. He opened his mouth wider to only stop midway as his eyes snapped back down to yours as the two of you locked into a fierce staring competition. His eyes narrowed again as he studied you, he seemed to be confused with your demeanor. It was clear that he was very much used to people being in nothing but a sheer panic when they were near him, and rightfully so.

His gloved-hand reached out to wrap around your throat, causing you to yelp as he pushed you back against the table, lowering his head to sniff at you, a few stray drops of cold drool plopping onto your skin made it well up instantly with goosebumps. He growled again as he jerked his head back, putting his face right into yours as you were pulled up onto the table.

You dress rode up further onto your hips, exposing you almost completely. You felt his body and the silky feel of his costume force between your legs as he leaned into you, still staring at you intently.

"You're not afraid" he growled, his lip curling up into that wicked smile again as he gazed at you. He tightened his grip on your throat as he took a breath. "But I can sense something else.."

Truthfully, you weren't afraid now. Especially when he was pressing himself so tightly against your body that your legs were spread wide for him to lean himself against you. You were still trying to decide if it was the best or worst day to not to wear panties with this dress. He was pressed so roughly against you that, whatever was beneath his suit was pressing hard against your sex and every movement sent a jolt of arousal straight to your clit and it made a small moan escape your lips.

You were a complete fucking mess.

"Please," you whined. At this point, you didn't know if you were whining for him to let you go, or if you were whining because you didn't want him to let you go.

He chuckled, pressing his head right up against yours as his tongue slithered from between his lips, dragging it up along your face to leave a trail of saliva in it's wake.

"Desperate and disgusting little human.. I can smell the arousal on you.. I know that you don't want to leave, I know what you crave," he purred in a gravelly tone. "Isn't that right?"

You couldn't speak, you could only look up at him through your lashes, your breathing becoming needy and desperate as you felt the first, shallow roll of his hips against you, making your breath hitch as you felt him hardening under his costume.

"Isn't that right?!" He spat, demanding that you answer his question.

You nodded quickly. "Y-yes."

He growled, snapping his teeth in approval, shaking his head as he slung drool onto your face again, rolling his hips into you again. "Then say IT. Say it for me. Say it for Pennywise. You want to live, don't you? SAY IT."

"I- I am a disgusting human," you croaked out.

If he couldn't bring the fear out of you, he damn sure seemed intent on humiliating you. Which, oddly enough, was also a turn on.

Nothing about you was fearful anymore, in fact, you were almost ashamed at how utterly turned on you were at this point. You could feel just how wet you had become and you already knew that you were leaking onto his costume. You could still feel his length hardening beneath his costume, and it felt huge.

"Good girl," he cooed, thrusting his hips against you a little harder this time.

You moaned, feeling his cock hit your clit again front beneath the suit. It felt as if it was moving beneath the surface, as if it was growing, pulsating, even. It was fairly obvious that that wasn't a human, nor was this a human-like cock, either. God, this whole thing was disgusting, and you knew it was disgusting, but you couldn't help it nor did you care. Here you were getting off inside of an old dank tent to some sort of monster that was set on killing you five minutes ago, and even that turned you on.

It was all wrong on so many levels, but you had never been so fucking turned on in your entire life.

He tightened his grip against your throat, still grinding himself against your sex, making you moan louder and louder with each thrust. He growled in unison with you, his mouth opening to reveal those sharpened fangs again as he lowered his head, biting down into your shoulder as it caused you to scream out in pain. Long, sharp claws wrapped themselves around your waist, digging in as this thing grinded and dry humped against your soaked cunt.

"That's right. Scream for me, pretty little human," he chuckled darkly, slamming his hips into yours. "Beg for me like a good little slut."

You gasped, feeling the pain radiating in your shoulder and your waist, but it only served as fuel for the pleasure that you also felt as this clown rubbed your pussy raw. You had completely soaked through at this point, but what real concern was that anyway?

"Please," you begged, obeying his orders. "Please, don't stop."

He bit down even harder into your shoulder this time, and you screamed again, the tears welling up in eyes as you felt his grip tighten on you again. This was it. You were sure he wasn't going to let you go. He was gonna kill you right here and there.

And the thought of that in itself sent you completely over the edge as you moaned out. One hand reached out to grab as his costume, pulling and ripping at it until you heard something tear off in your hand, and your other hand shot between the two of you as you pressed your fingers into your swollen clit, rubbing feverish circles around it to prolonge the powerful orgasm that washed over your entire body as Pennywise growled and drooled against your skin, still grinding himself against your body.

You breathed hard as your orgasm finally subsided. Pennywise pulled himself away from you, his mouth covered with a mix of saliva and your blood as he met you face-to-face again, his eyes still glowing a wicked golden color as he unhinged his jaw, revealing a whole mouth a throatful of teeth with three distinct lights in the center as he got closer to you. You gasped, closing your eyes to it as you turned your head away, preparing for him to finish you off then and there.

You wait for a few seconds, and a few seconds more. Nothing. Was he fucking with you?

You cracked open one of your eyes, half expecting to see him standing there, still ready to pounce as soon as you let your guard down, but there was no one. You opened them back up to see the room was empty, and all those dim lights from before were finally back on, illuminating the entrance of the tent.

You sighed, but it wasn't necessarily relief . Had you completely fucking lost it? What just happened?

You sat there for a moment, still in shock before you could even begin to move. There was no evidence. The bite marks were gone and all the blood you expected to see turned out to be nothing but red face paint that you had stuck your hand in earlier in the dark.

You gritted your teeth, mildy upset that this had been some sort of hallucination. You sighed again, lowering yourself off of the table. You were so lost in your own head that you hadn't even noticed until then, that you were gripping something extra tightly in your fist. You pulled your hand up to open it, revealing a small bell with red trim around it.

Your eyes widened as you looked at it.

That was on Pennywise's costume.

You looked around the room frantically as you backed out of it, clutching the small bell in your hands. A small smile escaping your lips as you exited the tent, stumbling out of it as you turned to get one last glance inside of it. It had gone pitch black inside of it again, and you could have sworn you saw a faint glow of golden eyes from inside.

You turned on your heel and began to run towards home.

This was one night at the carnival you'd never forget.

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marvinswriting · 4 years

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Gut feeling

Prompt: no prompt in this one buddies, just check out bear's borrower!janis au. Like my g/t mg au its something i thought about a lot but never officially put down anywhere, but she did and you fucking bet im gonna write it

This is a long one boys, and there's still more i wanna write lmfao

Think about everything you know about borrowers-

-and throw it out the fucking window.

Yep, fuck your stereotypes. I'm Janis, and yeah I guess your right about the whole tiny-people-who-live-in-walls-and-steal. You're also creepily accurate with your borrower's code (so I wanna know who blabbed. Probably Gretchen, god. I always wonder where she was before this house). I'm sidetracked. Other then that, you guys got it all wrong.

We are very much aware of the concept of not all humans wanna kill or harm borrowers. Thank you very much.

We just know most of them do.

And we aren't as rare as you may think. Lots of humans know about borrowers, and you all think we're a dying species or a myth. No. We're just good at what we do, thank you. The goal is to live undetected. It's safer that way.

We also don't live totally alone, isolated in walls. Well, some of us do, and some of us wish we did. (Me, it's me, I hate my roommates.)

I live with Gretchen and Kevin. Won't call them friends, because they're not. We aren't close enough. We keep each other around because we'd go insane without the interaction from others. A borrowers life can be boring and isolated.

Its the total opposite of a human's. When the owners of the house sleep, we're awake doing food runs. When the owners of the house are awake, we're hiding away, tucked in bed.

And for a long time that worked. But then something changed. I think the owners of the house called it 'the school year ended'? Now the boy, Damian- from what we've gathered he's our age. But who knows, it's not like we can just go up and meet him. He definitely seems to be the most sympathetic one of the family.

The dad kills any fucking bug without even getting a good look, so like- don't get caught with him (not that you wanna get caught with any of them).

The mom watches a lot of gory sci-fi shows that always end up with the main character in some type of experimental facility so we don't trust her.

Damian just hides in his room, playing music and singing along. I like it, its harder for us to be heard that way.

The final member of the household is the fucking cat. Her name is Ariel which is supposedly a reference to some princess, but the only royal she is is a royal pain. Little bitch almost killed me once.

I'm so off track though.

Apparently, this 'school year' is over, and now Damian is home all the time. He doesn't have to get up early to leave so he's opted to not sleeping at night at all. Which is just great for us. He doesn't often leave his room, but Gretch, Kevin, and I have to be a lot more careful often resulting in us grabbing a lot less.

I glance around my 'bedroom'. Through the years I like to think it's grown to be decorated nicely. Unlike my two roommates, I pride myself in my living space. I spend most of my time here, so why not. Yeah, I have the necessities, but I also have other things like plants and makeshift art supplies. In the corner of my room is what you could call a bed and a bottle cap nightstand. There's a piece of a mirror hanging. We all found mirror shards and took them, and might I say life hasn't quite been the same since.

We don't really look at ourselves that often, there aren't many reflective surfaces to do so. Yeah, I'd catch my face staring back at me in my water, or on a shiny surface, but it was never as clear as the mirror. As I look right now, I just look stressed.

Pretty accurate.

I've got a weird feeling about tonight.

"We need food."

"No shit Gretchen."

Gretchen and I are sitting in our combined space, waiting for Kevin. I'm hesitant to call it a living room because it hardly looks lived in. There are four beer cap chairs (and three of us, it's fucking stupid- I know) a pizza saver as a table, and a bunch of miscellaneous items that haven't found a home yet.

"Hubbards are asleep." Kevin walks out from where he was keeping watch. "The kids light is still on and I couldn't locate the cat, are we sure we want to go out tonight."

"We need food," Gretchen repeats herself.

"We don't have much of a choice," I say, shoving makeshift grappling hooks and double-sided tape into my satchel, and grabbing another bad for food. "We gotta make a big run tonight. We can't guarantee a day by day flow anymore, Damian has to unpredictable of a sleep schedule."

Gretchen makes a noise of agreement, packing up her own things.

Kevin is still peaking out of the exit into the household, worriedly.

"Janis are you down for that trip tonight? You look stressed as fuck."

I bitterly. "Yeah, I'm just- tired. And hungry. And quite frankly I may be coming down with something."

"They stay away from me," Gretchen says, swinging her bag over her shoulder. "Ready?"

"Let's just grab food and go," Kevin says before spinning around to look at me. "Only food, Janis."

I nod. No point in trying to defend myself when he's not wrong. I have an awful habit of finding something I could use for art and going out of my way to grab it.

But we have priorities tonight.

We file out into the household, all pressing against the wall. The exit we used lead right to the floor. Its a debate on which was riskier, but I for one, preferred to be higher. Further from the cat and a better view of everything. Kevin mumbled something about keeping watch and made his way over to the island table the Hubbard had. He pulled out his climbing supplies and made his way up as Gretchen and I continued our trek across the floor, waiting to reach the kitchen to get to higher grounds.

"It hasn't been this hard since we all moved here." Gretchen says quietly, but I understand.

"Yeah." I whisper.

We all moved into this house together maybe two ago. We tell time by the day and the decor around the house. Humans often put of decorations for holidays and it's like marking points though the year. My least favorite holiday happens during the summer. I don't know the name but everything turns red white and blue and there's tons of loud booms and explosions. It kills my ears and sends me into sensory overload every time.

We've pasted two Christmases. I don't know much about the holiday, but its the most decorated, with fancy trees and cookie crumbs everywhere. A borrower's dream. But it wasn't like that now. It was hot and sticky, food got left out on the counter less. We haven't eaten anything more then the minimum to survive, if you don't count yesterday where we didn't eat at all.

I was so lost in my thought for food, I almost didn't hear it. Kevin calling out, the patter of paws on the floor-

-oh shit.

I whirl around just in time to have a paw whacked with my side.

Cat.

There was no claw, Ariel is here for a game of cat and mouse obviously. Roles already clear.

That didn't make it hurt less though.

I groan skidding across the floor, curled into myself.

Gretchen shrieks and runs away, the cat's interest on me.

She left me for fucking dead.

Wow.

Rude, but unsurprising.

I'd fucking bolt too. I wonder if Kevin ran as well.

My heart stops as the truth of the statement catches up to me.

I'm gonna die.

I'd like to say there's so much I still haven't done, or that my life had only just begun. But that wasn't true. I live to borrow another day and borrow to live another day. But I was content like that, I don't wanna die.

Ariel stalks towards me again. I sit up and push my self backward, only to find a wall.

Fuck.

I can see Gretchen duck back into the wall out of the corner of my eye, Kevin with her.

To be fair, I'd do the same. I can't bring myself to be too mad.

"Hey, kitty," I say softly, holding my hands out in defense. The cat sits down in front of me, eyes wide and pupils dilated, ready to play. "Ariel, right? Good kitty. I'm not a toy."

Ariel doesn't seem to get the message as she lifts her paw.

No!

"Hey, whatcha got there girl?" A voice comes from behind the cat.

My blood runs colder than it already was.

That was to loud to be Gretchen or Kevin, to masculine to be the mom, not deep enough to be the dad-

Hands pull Ariel away despite a mew of protest, leaving me totally exposed in the open.

Put the cat back I'd rather die that way.

My eyes connect with the boy of the household- Damian. His gaze travels up and down my small form and he lets out breathy 'what?'.

Once again, I know not all humans are bad, but you try not even being four inches call, curled up against a wall with a full ass living moving human standing there. It's a lot.

Damian kneels down so he isn't towering over me but it doesn't feel any better. I push myself closer to the wall, ignoring the pain in my side.

"Are- I uh-" Damian seems as equally at a loss as I am.

Don't worry buddy, I didn't think I'd be getting caught tonight either.

"Are you okay?"

I can't exactly say I've been caught before, so I don't exactly know the 'this is a bad guy' red flags, but asking about my well being probably isn't one of them.

"Yeah." I say, shakily. My voice is weak and seems a lot quieter in contrast to the boy's in front of me.

"I'm sorry about her." Damian said, placing the cat down. Ariel glares at me before walking away, clearly bored.

I could tell we were dancing around the important questions. What are you? Why are you so small? What are you doing here?

"My name's Damian."

I almost say 'I know' but believe it or not- I do have manners and hey, this human hasn't killed you yet, don't be rude and give him a reason to.

"Janis." I say, giving a small wave.

"Janis," Damian repeats like he's testing the name in his mouth. "It's pretty."

"Thank you." I glance around but as I suspected, my roommates did not even attempt to come back.

"You're a borrower." Damian states. It wasn't a question and his voice sounded sure, but his raised eyebrow told a different story.

"Yeah, we're real, just-" I take a breath. "Uncommon?"

Damian nods. He knew what I was right off the bat which probably means I'll have less explaining to do. It also made me feel safer in a way. It meant he's less curious. Not to mention he has yet to move any closer or invade my space, so I felt okay. I push myself off the wall a bit, trying to ignore how my head spins a bit from lack of nutrients.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted whatever you were doing. We'll leave if you don't want us here or-"

"No, it's okay. I honestly am glad I stepped in then I did- wait, we?"

Shit.

It was one thing to expose myself, but not I'm mentally hitting myself for exposing Gretchen and Kevin too.

"There are multiple of you?"

"Nonono forget I said anything." I wave my hand as if waving away nonexistent flies.

Damian looks like he wants to press more but doesn't. "What are you doing out here? It's like, four am."

"It's still early for me. We- I need food."

Damian's eyes light up. "Of course! Oh my god, I'm so sorry then. Do you-" He pauses. "Do you need help?"

My instinct is to decline but- there hasn't been much food out and Damian seems genuine. Its either die by cat or human. "Yeah, help would be nice."

Damian smiles softly. "Can I pick you up?"

What?

Oh.

Yeah.

Riiiight.

"Yeah, you can." I smile, trying to seem brave about this, but I've never been picked up before. The only time I'm off the ground is with my climbing tools with my fate in my own hands.

Damian places his hand down next to me, it's huge. The sheer size difference doesn't sink in when somebody is crouched a couple of human feet away from you.

I step onto his hand regardless, trying not to concentrate on how weird it feels.

"You ready?" Damian's voice asked from above.

Was I ready?

Why did I think this was a good idea?

I could die right here right now.

I don't know anything about this kid other than his name and his favorite musical soundtrack.

What if he's bad news?

"Yeah, I'm good." I say, despite my inner turmoil.

The ground beneath me shifts and as much as I like to think I was mentally prepared, physically I was not as I ungracefully fall backward into Damian's palms.

"You okay?" He asks, freezing.

He was as nervous as I was.

This sudden realization gave me a bit more confidence in the situation.

"Mhmm," I say, patting the hand beneath me gently. "Thanks."

"Of course." Damian says, and we're moving again. Its a significantly shorter trip from here to the kitchen for Damian. He holds me close to his chest, his fingers curled around me slightly. Its comforting, and contrary to what I expected, I don't feel ready to drop. I can see Ariel curled up contently on the couch, and the entrance to my home from here. One of them at least. I wonder if my roommates are watching or if they're already cleaning out my room.

Damian places his hand on the table and I get off on my own.

It feels better up here, to be further up. I don't feel as small when Damian steps away.

"You've made it clear it's just you," He does air quotes. "But how many people do you take food for."

The lie of 'it is only me' is the first thing on my tongue, but I hold it. Damian has done nothing but help me so far and he already knows there's multiple of us. No harm in giving exact numbers.

"Three," I say. "One with a big appetite." I smile as Kevin comes to mind.

Damian grins. "What do you normally take?"

"Whatever is out." I shrug, glancing around at the table. Just like the past couple of times, the tables were empty.

Damian notices this and is silent for a bit. "I'll have to conveniently forget to put stuff back then." He says quietly. I can't tell if he was talking to me or himself but I smile nonetheless.

"So, you've never had options?"

"No." I say. It feels weird to admit that. Damian grins.

"Guess you're in luck. Wait here." He turns around and walks over to a cabinet. Where am I supposed to even go?

His back isn't turned long enough to let me figure that out, because he soon comes back with two things. "So I brought this because I want you to try it," Its a cookie, I know that much from Christmas, but instead of decorative frosting and sprinkles its dotted with splotches of brown. "It's a chocolate chip cookie. And I brought this for practical reasons." He lifts up a bag. "Its granola and it comes in these little chunks- well for you they'd be big, but you can just break them off as you need!"

I smile at the thoughtfulness. Maybe this kid isn't all bad news.

He opens the bag and pours a bit into his hand before placing one on the table. Sure enough, a cluster of granola is just big enough to fit maybe two into my bag. I can break off a piece and it will last days (assuming Kevin doesn't go to town).

"Woah." I say softly, picking it up. This is the most food I've ever even been near in one place.

Damian chuckles as I carefully place the granola into my bag miraculously fitting three. One for each of us. Damian watches me silently, I guess we're both still stying to wrap our heads around the situation.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" He picks up the cookie breaking off a piece and handing it to me. It's the size of my head but I can just save what's left for later. Damian takes the rest for himself, watching as I silently break a piece off to eat.

It's grainy but smooth a the same time. Sweet and salty. It's-

"Woah."

Damian laughs, its loud and sudden, but also contagious.

I giggle a bit as I feel my face flush. I know he's not laughing at me maliciously.

"They're good right?"

"Yeah."

We fall into silence, and I look around. I've been up on the counters before, but I've always been in a rush, get food, and get out. I've never been this relaxed in the open and certainly never so close to a human.

I look up at Damian and he smiles. "What are you gonna do now?"

"Huh?"

"I don't know how true the stories are but isn't this where you leave and never come back because you've been caught? I won't tell anyone if you don't want to leave."

He had a point. But- the borrower's code wasn't law. More like- recommended guidelines? I mean, not true at all, but it's not written in stone or anything. Borrower police aren't gonna break in and arrest me or anything.

I think.

Besides, I didn't want to leave. I liked my room and my roommates (not that I'd admit that to them). They don't need to know I met a human. And Damian said he wouldn't tell anyone-

"How do I know I can trust you?"

The question had a lot more of an edge then I expected, but Damian didn't seem to take offense.

"You don't. But, follow your instincts. I'm not trying to trick you or anything if that's what your thinking."

He did help me get food. Which saved my life. He also saved me from the cat, which saved my life too. Even before he knew I existed, he always seemed to be the nicest Hubbard. Something tells me his word is good.

"I think I'm gonna stay," I say after a while. "I'll just- never tell my roommates about this. One of them flips over everything. She'd pack in an instant if she knew."

Damian smiled. "I understand if you hope to never see me again and if you wanna just walk away like this never happened, but I'll be sure to leave granola out every once in a while."

I grin. "Thanks, Damian." It felt weird to be so close to a human and already trust them so much. Something deep inside told me that this wasn't the last time we'd see each other, and that's okay.

"I figure you can get down on your own? You don't want me to know where you live or anything."

I shook my head, patting my climbing tools. "I got this from here. Thank you so much for your help."

"Of course, Janis. I'll take Ariel to my room to make sure she doesn't cause any trouble. Maybe I'll see you around, hopefully not under any life or death circumstances though." Damian grins before walking away, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I can hear him call out to the cat followed by padding of paws as a door closes. I almost feel as if I've hallucinated the whole thing, but the weight of the granola in my bag proves to me otherwise.

I begin to take out a hook and rope while I think of what I'm gonna tell my roommates. Gretchen will flip either way and I don't think Kevin will believe me that I was able to fend off a cat alone, but it's what I have to do if I don't want to move. Besides, deep down I feel like I can trust the teen of the Hubbard household.

Let's just hope my gut isn't wrong.

alt title: how borrower janis got hooked on granola tag list!!! @realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

#you dont need to know jack shit about mean girls to read this one boys #borrower janis #tiny janis #giant damian #g/t mean girls #mg borrower au #g/t #Giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t writing

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hopeless-lovex0 · 5 years

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I HAVE A DREAM (PART 12)

Kim Hongjoong Fanfic

Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.

Song for this chapter: I Have A Dream by Amanda Seyfried

Here it is fellow atiny’s and kpop stans! The song that inspired this whole story! The scenario of someone watching the moon high up while singing this song came to my mind and I wanted to write a story about it but I didn’t know how. Sooner or later Hongjoong came to mind as well as the plot of a baby in the picture so ta-da I Have A Dream was born 😁😁 I hope you guys liked this weeks update, I really really loved writing this part as it was what inspired this whole thing. I hope you guys loved it as much as I do and without further ado... Here’s part 12 of IHAD

Y/N lets out a shuddered breath as the beginnings of the cold fall air dances all around her. The tips of her ears and nose turning pink from the chilling temperature and she huffs in annoyance, a small cloud of warmth emitting in front of her. She rolls her eyes at the sight, small puffs of warm air coming out of her mouth repeatedly. How I hate the cold temperature.

To her right stands Kyung Mi in a dark blue jean jacket thrown on top of a black graphic oversized hoodie, black pants and black boots completing the whole look. Y/N was dressed up in a black long sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans and beige slip-on shoes along with a long beige trench coat completing her look.

To say that Y/N was feeling herself was a complete understatement, the outfit gave her a mature and sophisticated rich mom look. Although Y/N never dressed up that often especially for dinner, she was honestly bored of the plain old maternity dresses. Ever since her belly has started to show and her clothes started to fit less and less, the only thing her body would allow to fit under her boobs and over her growing belly were dresses and baggy shirts (occasionally some leggings).

The black long sleeve made her stomach and boobs look amazing, the jeans that she had recently purchased lifting up her booty and supported the bottom of her belly without causing discomfort. The long beige trench coat adding a chic finish and Y/N honestly loved it.

Kyung Mi watches her pregnant best friend in amusement, the red, orange and purple light's of the sunset ahead of them causing her melanin golden skin to sparkle like diamonds. Soft waves of hair cascading down her chin and past her breast, enveloping her in a halo of beautiful fluffy shiny hair.

She was honestly glowing and Kyung Mi loved how confident she felt, the events from the past few days pushed behind to at least have fun tonight. The cold temperature dampens the mood slightly but honestly, this was the first time in a long time that Y/N has gone out and enjoyed herself with friends and she would be damned if Hongjoong continued to ruin her life.

They continued to walk towards the small family restaurant located in front of where Y/N works before finally hearing the familiar loud laughter and chatter coming from the building. Kyung Mi walks slightly in front of Y/N to open the door for her, letting her walk in first then following close behind her. “ You know it's gonna be kinda awkward for me right..?” Kyung Mi mumbles out to Y/N as they both scan the tables around them for the rest of the guys.

“ What do you mean?” Y/N asks her back before hearing her name being called towards her left, turning towards that direction and spotting San, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Yunho huddled in a spacious booth. “ I've only ever meet San and Yeosang. Don't you think it'll be weird that I'm here?” Kyung Mi rushes out as she walks after Y/N feeling slightly nervous to meet the guys that have been “protecting” Y/N so far.

“ Don't worry about it, I'm sure they'll love you since I love you so don't worry about it.” Y/N smiles up at Kyung Mi, internally screaming at how tall her best friend is. “ Awww y/n~~~~ this is the first time you say you love me out loud” She says, bringing both her hands up and placing them on top of her heart while she fake sobs. Y/N shakes her head while giggling to herself, mumbling goofball under her breath before finally stopping in front of the booth.

“ Guys, I would like you to meet Kyung Mi. She's a teacher in the school here and she's also my best friend.” Y/N says as she introduces her tall awkward friend to the group of guys. Mingi and Yunho quickly stick out their hands and introduce themselves with giant goofy smiles causing Kyung Mi to relax a little. “ Hey Kyung Mi! I'm San, we meet a couple days ago when I brought Y/N home.” San says as he helps Y/N take off her coat and hang it on a stand next to the booth they are sitting.

Kyung Mi greets him with a small wave and a smile before someone clearing their throat catches her attention. Facing the rest of the guys, she turn towards the only one left to introduce himself watching as he gives her a charming smile.

“ It's nice to meet such a beautiful lady! My name is wooyoung, and you are...?” He says in a soothing charming voice that would cause any girl to swoon on the spot, but it only causes Kyung Mi to internally cringe and scream. From the corner of her eye she sees San and Y/N trying their hardest to keep in their laughs, causing Kyung Mi to sigh in annoyance.

Keeping eye contact with Wooyoung, she summons the best friendly smile she can before finally speaking.

“ Gay, very much gay.” she states firmly, causing Mingi and Yunho to laugh at the look of disbeliefef plastered on wooyoung's face. Shaking his head, wooyoung gives her a big smile and sticks out his hand out “ In that case, we can both be each other’s wing person” He cheers out causing Kyung Mi to break out in a big grin and San yell at him from his side of the booth.

Putting her hand into wooyoung's slightly bigger one, she gives it a firm shake smiling back at him. “ My name is Kyung Mi and I'll like that.” she says with a laugh, finally sitting down and all of them starting to search the menu for food.

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Y/N lets out a big sigh once she got home, belly full of delicious food making her feel sleepy.

After finishing up her dinner with Kyung Mi and the guys, they both walked home with Y/N being dropped off first then Kyung Mi walking a couple houses down before getting home as well.

“ Hey baby sis! How was dinner?” Youngji calls out as he hears the front door close, Y/N walking into the living room a couple seconds after. Plopping down on the sofa, she lifts up her legs and sets them on Youngji’s lap. “ Can you help me take off my shoes? And dinner was fun! How’s hwanwoong and the rest of the guys doing?” She asks as her brother takes off her shoes and begins massaging her ankles.

“ I'm glad you had fun, although I still don't trust them 100% and hwanwoong and the guys are doing great. This break is doing us good, I'm honestly going to cry when I have to go back.” Youngji says as he continues to rub Y/N’s swollen ankles, keeping his eyes on the show in front of him.

“ I bet, how many weeks do you have left ?” Y/N asks, taking her feet off her brother's lap and getting up walking towards the kitchen. “ Just 2 more weeks before finally going back. Do you plan on going back to Seoul yet or are you staying here for the whole pregnancy?” Youngji questions as he watches his sister take out a glass and fill it with apple juice.

“ I think I'll go back to Seoul when I'm around 6 months. I'll go to my regular appointments here but I want to give birth over there. Y’know the hospital mom gave birth to us.” Y/N says as she takes sips of her juice, finishing it up in three large gulps.

“ I think that's a good idea! You can stay with me when your in Seoul and I think mom would love for you to have the baby in the same hospital. I think she would cry to be honest.” Youngji finishes off with a laugh, already visualizing their mother crying at Y/N deciding to have her baby at the same hospital they were born at.

Both siblings laugh together before finally letting silence invade the small kitchen. “ Well I'm gonna go to sleep now, that dinner made me a little sleepy so I'll head up first.” Y/N says as she heads towards the stairs leading upstairs, picking up her discarded coat and hanging it up in the bottom banister.

Youngji walks up to her and gives her a kiss on the forehead, leaning down and kissing his sisters stomach. “ Alright, you and my niece have a good sleep. Call my name if you need anything.” he finished off patting her stomach and watching her steps as she goes up the stairs.

Humming out, Y/N continues up the stairs and towards her room softly closing the door and shuffling towards her queen sized bed. Sitting down she carefully removes her pants and leans down to pull them over her feet. Standing back up she makes her way towards her wardrobe and takes out a pair of sweatpants and a grey hoodie, pulling her sweatpants up then taking her shirt off and replacing it with the hoodie.

Taking ahold of her flowy soft hair, she gathers it all up and ties it down as a low ponytail. Tucking away any loose strands, she walks towards her big window that outlooks the back of her house.

Watching the trees sway with the wind, she catches a glimpse of the crystal clear lake that locals use for fishing. Staring at it for a couple of seconds, she grabs a pair of slip-on shoes and walks towards her door. Making sure to not make any noise, she opens and closes her door as carefully as she can. Tiptoeing down the stairs, she checks to see her brother in the living room dozing off.

Taking that as her chance, she quietly grabs her big coat and puts it on walking towards the back of the house and slipping out through the back door.

Walking through the green bushes and falling leaves, she takes the path from her house towards the lake hearing the soothing sounds of nature envelop her like a blanket. Deep in thought, she fails to realize that she started to slowly sing the song her mother used to sing for her and her brother.

Continuing her walk towards the lake, she rubs soothing circles on her belly as she steadily sings the song to her bump.

I have a dream, a song to sing

To help me cope with anything

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale

You can take the future even if you fail

I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see

I believe in angels

When I know the time is right for me

I'll cross the stream, I have a dream

Y/N softly sings the last part of the song to her belly, eyes sparkling with love and a small smile placed on her soft slightly chapped lips.

Sitting down on a big rock overviewing the entire lake, she admires the big bright full moon shinning down on the clear calm water. Closing her eyes, she takes in the air delicately flowing all around her lifting up various leaves and flying them into the clear lake.

Continuing her humming, she leans back into her arms and opens her eyes slightly to look at the big moon watching over her. Her peaceful moment gets interrupted by the familiar voice of a Shiba Uni plush loving dancer.

“ With a voice like that, I'm surprised you never thought about being a singer.” San says as he slowly walks up to the pregnant women a couple of feet away from him, watching as she snaps her head up and sets her eyes on him.

“ What are you doing here San? How did you know I was here?” Y/N questions as San finally stands next to her and sits down next to her, making sure to leave some space between them as to not make her uncomfortable.

“ I was going to ask your brother for permission to walk you to work tomorrow, but instead I saw you sneaking out through the back and I decided to follow you. I gotta say.. This place is absolutely breathtaking.” San says as he takes in the view in front of him, the light from the full moon hanging in the sky making the water sparkle like diamonds.

“ I wasn't sneaking out, I just needed some fresh air and it is isn't it? I found it two days after I moved here.” Y/N whispers out, the view of the lake causing her tense shoulder to finally drop. San hums in acknowledgement, looking at her for a couple seconds before turning his gaze back towards the sparkling lake.

They both sit together in complete silence, listening to the small chirps of the crickets and hoots of a family of owls nearby. They watch as the wind continues to blow leaves into the air, small yellow and orange fronds dancing all around them before finally landing on the water in front of them.

The silence lasts only a couple minutes before Y/N ends up breaking it, catching the attention of San. “ I heard that the reason why you guys came here... was because you guys were fighting with Hongjoong... Mingi said that you guys excluded him from everything outside the company.” She whispers out, turning her head towards San and watching as he avoids her glaze.

“ Yeah... We avoided him the best we could when it wasn't related to performing or interviews. All of us felt resentment towards ourselves and him... for driving you away from us.” He mumbles out, continuing to watch the leaves flow into the water.

“ But... Why? I mean we all had a good friendship going and I honestly considered you guys family... But why let someone like me ruin such a close bond that you guys had. I'm a nobody, to you and the public. What could you guys possibly gain from ruining your friendship with Hongjoong just to gain mine back..?” She says, sitting up straighter and waiting for San to answer.

“ You're wrong. To us you aren't a nobody... You are family to us. So many of us depend on you when we're feeling down. You're the only one who knows how to calm down Jongho when he's feeling irritated or sad. You're the only one that Yeosang feels 100% comfortable to talk too openly. Wooyoung and Mingi practically run to you when their backs are hurting. You know how to keep up with Yunho’s energy and know when it's appropriate for him to tone it down. Seonghwa hyung always goes to talk to you when he feels like he's not being a good older brother to us, and even though I dislike the fact that I'm bringing him up right now you knew how to put Hongjoong in his place and drag him out of the studio. You have helped me feel so much better multiple times when I was feeling self-conscious. We honestly felt so lost when you left, and even though you already forgave us we will continue to ask for your forgiveness multiple times over and over again.” San finishes off, observing as Y/N’s eyes begin to sparkle with unshed tears.

Flashing a smile at him, she turns back towards the moon and basks in the glow it provides for her and San. “ I'm glad you guys feel like that towards me.. And hopefully in the near future, I feel that way towards you guys again.” Y/N lets out, causing San to shake his head and chuckle out. “ I hope so too.” He whisper out.

“ Can you guys do me a small favor though..?” She asks as she turns her head back towards him. Without waiting for him to answer, she quickly continues to speak. “ Can you guys be nice to him, please. I admit he's not my favorite person in the world.. but I honestly don't want you guys to keep on fighting. It's obviously affecting the group and I'll hate for you guys to get in trouble with your company because Hongjoong knocked up his girlfriend while he was cheating on her. I want what's best for Ateez as a whole so please let's just settle all the drama aside and continue to grow like a team.” she finishes off, turning her body towards San and waiting for his answer.

Staring at her for a couple seconds, San reaches a hand forward and softly places it on her belly. “ I'll do anything for you and that beautiful baby of yours princess.” He says, watching as her cheeks immediately flare-up red from the nickname he just used.

Coughing out a thank you, she turns her body back towards the water in front of her to hide away from his piercing gaze. San lets out a laugh in amusement and turns back towards the water as well as to not embarrass Y/N any further.

The distance between them seemed to grow smaller during their talk, body’s a couple inches from each other but hands nearly touching.

San shifts his hand to a better position, instead touching fingertips with Y/N’s own hand. Snapping her head towards him, she watches as he's the one turning his head away in embarrassment now cheeks gaining a rosy color.

Shaking her head, she continues to look on to the beautiful scenery in front of her while slowly inching her hand towards San’s. San seems to be doing the same as the tips of their fingers touch again, but this time they both don't jump away from it.

Slowly but surely the rest of their fingers start to crawl on top of each other's, cold from the freezing air around them. Moving their hands closer together, this time the palms of their hands meet together.

Hands tightly clamped between each other, they both hold on as tight as they can sneaking looks at one another.

With rapidly beating hearts, red flushed cheeks and grins that reach their eyes they both continue to gaze at the moon. The light from the big bright moon shining down on them, and wrapping them both up in a glow as if the moon is saying they belong together.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez angst #kpop angst #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

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echo-inthevoid · 5 years

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Season 2 q&a and overall reaction

Jonny stealing everyone's names XD

Is martin going to be ok!? I also need to know!

He said no;-;

ok ya, no one's gonna be ok.

Ya, he must do sooo much research.

Ya, except for "fatigue" lol.

Eyyy the mechanisms!!

What's the red string brigade? Ok, I guess a group of fans theorizing about stuff.

Oh ok so someone else did martins poetry. Ooh, there's more martin poetry out there! *grabby hands*

Ok ya, Alex clarifying that Jon isn't stupid he just makes poor decisions. Probably if he'd paused and thought about it (like I did lol, I had to go do some stuff in the middle of that ep and thought about it a whole bunch lol) instead of immediately going out and buying an axe and further isolating himself and panicking immediately he probably would have figured it out. This is why it's bad to panic in a crisis guys.

Eyyy! Jonny's parents voiced Gertrude and Leitner! That's so cool.

XD Jonny grumbling about having to work with his parents.

Hmm, I hadn't really thought of Gertrude being like a mother figure in the story? She just seems very cut-throat I guess from what Leitner said. Idk so far I've been very suspicious of her. Especially since that one statement where her photo burned a whole bunch of people or something. She just seems very shady...

Alex chortling over Jonny's pain. XD

Side note, Every time there's a q&a I just can't stop noticing Jonny's voice going in and out of archivist range? Like most of the time I'm just listening along and then he'll say a sentence a bit grumblier and my brains immediately like "ARCHIVIST! That's THE ARCHIVIST!!"

Martin would be the last one alive in Friday the 13th! It's official!

(Is it bad that this gives me hope)

Jon likes Nonfiction, documentaries, and probably collects something just a little bit weird. *writes down for use in potential fics*

also while im at it I remember jon saying he dislikes coffee at one point, and so many people have him liking coffee in their fics! This has been your daily reminder of that fact because ever since then it keeps bugging me lol. (But also do whatever u want.)

Alex's spluttering sounds so much like Martin.

Yes!! I want to hear jon sing!! Yes! Musical Episode When!!?

Ah yes yes yes! All the characters are so unique!!? How does he do it!!

Ya, it being in audio format sometimes makes it hard to understand what's happening in the live-action bits. (Live-action is the wrong word but u know what I mean.)

Oh ok ya, how he mentioned he got a pipe was quite clever I didn't realize that that's why he mentioned it at all.

Ooh, there's a manga where there's something similar to Michael? I'll have to look that up later...

XD Alex and Jonny arguing about apples.

Ok, so all the statements we're hearing ARE for reals. I kinda assumed but good to have it confirmed.

They used to hang out together!!? Work function curry nights!! ;-;

Ya Ya! Who made the leitners!?

"You are assuming a book needs to be written" ...ok then. (but it has to have been created somehow??? Did they just spring fully formed from the powers? why? And why take the form of books?)

Alex's mischievous laugh about whether jon has friends *trembles in fear*

Yes!! Micheal is so good! I'm so happy they love him too! Yesyes! His laugh!

Ah Yes!! Mary kaey was so creepy!

XD yes yes yes fatigue was written on zero sleep, I knew it!

Akskdjdkd I love them so much. Also, I've looked up Michaels voice actor luke booys and he does some other horrory type sketches n stuff and I kiiinda want to do a little animatic with some of those but it's Michael like annoying some poor soul lost in his halls... I think that'd be fun. I wonder if anyone's done that yet? If so someone send me the links I neeeed iiitt :3

Season 2 summary:

Uuuuu ya so this season was really good. I kinda listened to it in bursts of about ten episodes every couple weeks and then have been saving up the reactions to post later so these are usually going up about a week or so after I actually listened to the episode just FYI.

I also do have a lot of spoilers cause I can't keep myself away from fanfic and people don't always tag for spoilers and I kiiinda wana know what's coming beforehand anyway? Idk it's hard man I get very stressed about what might happen and then also listening to too much at a time is too spooky for my poor little heart so I gotta read the less spooky fanfic to fulfill the hyperfixation you see. (If anyone has fanfic with spoilers only up to season 2 that'd be great btw)

Anyway, I try not to take spoiler type stuff into account unless I'm just so sure of it I can't really not acknowledge that I know about it.

Also, can I just talk about Michael for a minute?? Cause he's such a unique character? And I guess maybe there are other characters like him but I haven't ever seen one -tho to be fair tma is only like the third horror thing I've ever really got into (the other two are the SCP Foundation in its various forms and Little Nightmares. Hence why I keep making reference to SCP it's really the only thing I know similar to this.) But he's such a cool concept!!? Like someTHING that still has a personality? He's so not human? Like I get what he says but also I don't really? Idk im pretty sure he's an avatar right? Right?? Idk if that means he was a person at some point? But all this to say that he is probably the most inhuman character I've come across so far and I'm trying to figure out what it is about him that's so "other" to me? Like... I don't really know what Micheal's deal is? he seems to want to be sort of a neutral mischief-maker but also it seems like he keeps getting invested. But also I just love the way he talks about himself. Like he's a monster that has a personality and is fully intelligent but isn't just evil but isn't neutral either and certainly isn't benevolent. Like he's so complex and just,,,, the idea of a "thing" that's got a personality?? I love it? Kind of like dryads or spirits of things? Like the idea that after a long time things gain personality just by existing? Not that that's what Michael is necessarily? but that same sort of concept applies to him I think. Like the way he IS the maze and wants to help but wants to just watch but wants to kill them all. He's just so interestinggggggg. (And another vision of what jon could become?)

also "es Mentiras" is a beautiful name 💕

So are him and not-Sasha avatars? Not-Sasha also seems completely inhuman and I was under the impression that avatars were (or used to be) human? Or are they like personifications of their power? Do all the powers have personifications of themselves. not-Sasha seems even less human than Michael? Like she seems to just really genuinely enjoy causing fear? Tho I guess we didn't really get to hear a lot of her. She just seemed kinda gleefully angry most of the time we heard from her. Was she... Human once!???

Anyway. Also, can I just talk about leitners line about jon belonging to the eye!!? Just..*chefs kiss* hnnnngg I need more jon grappling with that. I just need more everyone dealing with the fallout post all of the finallies ok? I still need more of jon angsting over his worms scars and stuff and now I also need jon freaking out about belonging to a fear god power thing.

Also Martin! Is Martin ok? He sure did a lot of yelling which he doesn't usually? Look I love him and he actually thinks before he acts (unlike SOME people *looks at jon*) and he writes poetry and it is pretty good poetry ok!! And he cares about everyone and just wants a happy ending and aaaaa😭

Petition to get some statements from Martin's pov tho? I mean that's not gonna happen cause Jon's the archivist but I want more martin pov!! Maybe we can get some of his poem tapes??? Pls?????

I feel so bad for Tim. It sounds like he's kinda fallen into despair.

Also Elias!!? Is showing his spooky side!!? He can control cameras and beat a man to death with a pipe!!? This is his "place of powerr"!!? I am afeared!!? At least jon knows he shouldn't trust him now. Oh jeez, I wonder if jon will listen back to the tape and know what happened. Thhhatsss rough. Oh dear, I hope he doesn't feel guilty cause Leitner did keep trying to hurry him and now everyone thinks it was him. Even martin thinks he did it? Wich like I kinda want to hear more of his thoughts on that? How much does he believe that jon did it? Tim certainly seems pretty certain but he's a bit biased and cynical right now so.

And they were in the maze for DAYS?

Now I need martin recovering from being stuck with Tim in Michaels maze for days being angry and worried and hungry etc... Dksjdksa knowing jon could be dying RIGHT NOW and there's nothing he can do. Please someone give me the fic links if this exists!! I've already written like 5 drabbles based entirely on spoilers/other fics (which I'll probably post (w/ links to their inspirations) once I'm caught up and can make sure I'm not just completely demolishing cannon lol.

Leitner didn't even scream or yell or anything when he was murdered. Literally the chillest dude ever. F

Overall super great, Elias is terrifying, let's dive into the next season!!! I've got 2 seasons to finish in like, less than 2 or so weeks(?) if I wana be caught up by season 5 hhhh,,,

Better get started I guess.

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The Emo Who Stole Christmas

Chapter 4 : You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch or Virgil and Roman Are Done With the Who's and Decide to Get Back at Them.

Word Count: 3,477

Warnings: stealing of Christmas, may be some cursing, grown adult blaming a child for their problems, let me know if I missed any

Pairings: Pre-established Prinxiety and Logicality and Demus

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Again, a big thank you to @icequeenoriginal for being the co-creator. This was a mother-daughter effort and I love it.

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Virgil stood staring down at the Whoville in the ice-cold snow.

Yes, the Grinch knew that tomorrow all the Whos would wake bright and early and rush for their toys.

"And then, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise, noise, noise!" Virgil exclaimed as he stomped around. "They'll bang on tong-tinglers. They'll blow their floo-flounders. They'll crash on Jang-jinglers and bounce on boing-bouncers!" He held his hands to his ears as if he could already hear the horrific noise.

Then Whos young and old would sit down to feast.

"And they'll ready and they'll feast. And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast!!" Virgil exclaimed as he stomped around. "They'll eat their Who pudding! And rare Who roast beast! And that's something I can not stand in the least." Virgil paused in his ranting. "Oh no!" He exclaimed horrified. "I'm speaking in rhyme!" He cried out. "Blast you Whos!" He exclaimed as he fell to his knees.

The more the Grinch thought of what Christmas would bring…the more the Grinch thought...

"I must stop this whole thing!" Virgil exclaimed as he stood up and paced. "For year after year, I've put up with it now! I must stop this Christmas from coming! But how?" Virgil blinked. "I mean, in what way?" He let out an annoyed growl and turned to walk inside. He opened the door and was hit with a blast of cheery Christmas music.

"Christmas is going to the dogs!" Virgil blinked as he watches Remy lazily bath himself to the music. Virgil opened his mouth only to close it again confused. He quickly jumped at the sound of his door opening and turned to find Roman dressed in sweats.

"Roman?" Virgil asked concerned. "How are you feeling?" Roman shuffled forward and fell forward into his lover's arms. Virgil's arms came up to wrap around the other and envelope him in a hug.

"Virgil…I want to live with you. I don't want to be down there anymore. Not with the way they keep treating me, like some ornament meant to be stared at or ignored! Please! I don't care if someone finds out, I can't live there anymore!”

Virgil blinked rapidly. "Love," he started. "Are you 100% sure about this?" Roman nodded. Virgil sighed and ran his hands through the other soft curls.

"Virgil?" Roman asked softly after a while.

"Hmm?"

"I want to make them pay. I want them to understand. I don't-I want them to-" Roman groaned and hurried his face in Virgil's chest, ironically too emotionally exhausted to deal with his emotions. Virgil frowned and snuggled the other closer trying to provide as much comfort as he could. Then, his mind began to whirl.

Then the Grinch got an idea. An awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful awful idea.

Virgil pulled away from Roman and announced. ”I’m going to steal Christmas.” Roman blinked as Virgil smirked. "They want to hurt you so bad, they'll lose Christmas. And if they want a monster, then I'll show them a monster!"

Roman hopped up, finally finding some energy. "Yes! I'll go make the costume. You work on the sleigh!" He turned to Remy only to stop. "And you just keep bathing yourself." Roman ran off and began working while Virgil started on the monstrous sleigh.

”With this coat and this hat, he'll look just like Saint Nick!" Roman exclaimed. As they worked, Roman's voice sang a little song he had composed from all of the stupid rumors about the Grinch. "'You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch,'" Virgil chuckled as he heard the other sing. "'You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch! You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!" Roman walked over to Virgil with the hat and place it on his head as he sang and place a quick kiss to his cheeks before going back to work on the jacket. "'Just face the music, you're a monster, Mr. Grinch, yes, you are. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders. You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.'" Virgil snorted as Roman danced around with the jacket before sitting on a table out of his way so he could work on the pants. "You know, if you ask the Who's Who of Whoville, No one's denyin” Virgil spared a glance at Roman and smiled. Boy did he love him.

"'You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch." Roman picked up the song again. "'You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between you, I'd take the seasick crocodile!" Virgil giggled as Roman tossed the pants over to the same table. He closed the front door behind him after having moved the sleigh outside and walked over to Roman. He wrapped him in a hug and kissed his temple. Roman hummed happily. Virgil hated to have to wipe the smile from his face.

"Roman," Roman made a small noise of acknowledgment. "I'm going to need you to go home. Just for tonight."

Roman ripped himself away from Virgil. "What?! Why?!"

"I can't have you helping me-"

"No! You can't--no!"

"Roman, please-"

"No! No! No!"

"Roman, I can't have you getting in trouble. I want to make sure if you ever want to go back, you can! I can't bare to have you help and then regret it and then want to leave but you can't because you've been shunned. Please, Roman. This is all I ask. Just this one night. Please."

Roman stared at Virgil for a while before reluctantly nodding. "Okay," he whispered. He wasn't happy about it, but he knew it would make Virgil feel better about everything. "Okay, just-" Roman moved forward and placed a hand on Virgil's cheek. "Be careful, okay?" Virgil nodded. "Thank you." Roman pushed up on his tiptoes and gave the other a light kiss. "I'll see you later."

"See you later," Virgil promised

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Virgil sat with Remy watching Santa through a telescope. "He should be finishing up anytime now. Wanna talk about a recluse? He only comes out once a year but does he catch any hate for it? No! He probably lives up there just to avoid the taxes." Virgil ranted. He paused as he watched as Santa flew away in his sleigh. "Whoops. I forgot about the reindeer…"

Did that stop the old Grinch? No, the Grinch simply said:

"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead." Virgil turned around and faced Remy. "Remy!" Remy rolled his eyes and prepared himself to wear a headband with antlers. Virgil quickly found a reindeer headband and placed it on his cat's head before placing a red nose on his nose. "Okay, you're a reindeer and your motivation is that you're a deer with a red nose and nobody likes you. One day, you save Christmas-" Virgil paused. "Ignore that. We'll just improvise. You hate Christmas! You're gonna steal it! Saving Christmas was such a lousy ending. Okay and action!"

Remy glared at Virgil before knocking the red nose off. Virgil blinked and then he gasped. "Brilliant! You regret your own nose because it represents the glitter of commercialism! Why didn't I think of that?" Then Virgil walked off and climbed into the sleigh along with Remy.

Virgil flipped the switch and the sleigh came life, vibrating with power. "That feels good." Virgil turned to Remy "Here goes nothing," and he pressed the bottom to start actually start moving. The sleigh rose up in the air and Virgil grinned. "Wow! It actually works! Okay! Let's go! On, Crasher! On Thrasher! On, Vomit and Blitzkrieg!!!" Virgil screamed as the sleigh shot off and began spinning violently, turning over and over. "We're gonna die!" Virgil shrieked. "We're gonna die! I'm going to throw up! And then we're gonna die! Mommy, tell it to stop!!" He cried, eventually he was able to wrangle control of the sleigh and they flew smoothly through the sky. Virgil stayed frozen for a moment before allowing himself to slightly relax. He let out a sigh of relief. "Almost lost my cool there."

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care when he came to the first little house on the square…

Virgil slowly brought down the sleigh on top of the roof of an overly decorated house. He noticed a traffic light among the variety of lights. "Weird." He turned back to Remy. "This will be our first stop."

The old Grinchy Claus hissed. And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. He'd slide down the chimney, a rather tight pinch, but if Santa could do it, so could the Grinch.

Virgil stood up and tied a rope around his waist. He stepped up onto the edge of the chimney and prepared to dive. "He's planning a double-twisted interrupted forward-flying 2-and-a-half with a combo tuck and like. A high degree of difficulty," Virgil muttered and jumped and dove headfirst down into the chimney.

He got stuck only once, for a moment or two…

Virgil groaned quietly. "Stupid suit," muttered, referring to the furry suit of the Grinch. Something that helped him scare kids off and leave him alone now was slowing him down from his biggest scare of all. He huffed.

Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.

"A little more stealth, Thomas, please."

Thomas lowered his voice. Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.

"These stockings," he grinned. "Are the first things to go." The Grinch opened a jar and turned it upside down, shaking out moths. "Alright, fellas, chow time." The moths quickly gobbled up the stockings.

Then he slunk to the icebox.

"Slunk?"

He eyed the Whos' feast. He took the Who pudding. He took the roast beast.

"Hike!" Virgil called out as he launched the roast beast through his legs like a football player.

He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why that Grinch, even took their last can of Who-hash. Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.

Virgil threw the bag up the chimney and spun around to face the tree. "And now," grinned the Grinch. "I'll stuff up the tree!" And the Grinch grabbed the tree and he started to shove, when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.

Virgil turned to find Emile and grimaced. He felt really bad about this….

"Excuse me" Emile called softly.

The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who child, who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.

"Mr. Santa, what are you doing with our tree?"

But you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick, he thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick.

"Why my sweet little tot!" Virgil exclaimed grandly. "There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. So, I'm taking it home to my workshop, sweet child. "I'll fix it up there, then I'll bring it back here."

Emile narrowed their eyes. "Santa, what's Christmas really about?"

"Vengeance!" Virgil exclaimed before remembering he was supposed to be pretending he was the perfect Who Santa. "I mean...presents, I suppose."

Emile frowned. "I was afraid of that."

And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted their head and got them a drink, and he sent them to bed.

Emile paused their journey up the stairs. "Santa?"

"What?" Virgil asked.

"Don't forget the Grinch-"

Virgil couldn't take it anymore and walk out from behind the tree. "I'm sorry."

Emile blinked and furrowed their brows. "Why?"

Virgil bit his lip. "To show you all what's more important ...and to get back at everyone for upsetting Roman."

Emile nodded. "Okay. Well...good luck, Virgil."

And when Emile Lou went up with their cup, the Grinch went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up. Virgil quickly shot the tree up the chimney and grabbed everything else before climbing back up the chimney. And the last thing he took was the log for their fire. On their walls, he left nothing but some hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food that he'd left in the house, was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Virgil reached down and picked the mouse up deciding to allow it to eat something so long as it wasn't in a Whos’ house. Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant, around each Who home and he took every present.

Virgil took a saw and cut a circle above his head and the floor fell through along with the Christmas tree and its presents. He stepped up through the hole and smirked. "They're in sale. Everything must go." And he began to take it all.

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Virgil froze as he stepped into the bedroom of a magazine picture-perfect house. Oh. This was Roman's house. He glanced around at the decorations and found himself smiling fondly. He should have known. Everything just screamed Roman from the abundance of reds, whites, and golds. He carefully walked over to the bedside table and noticed the ring box the mayor had given Roman. He nearly growled as he went to take it before noticing something else. It was his gift. The one he had made for Roman all those years ago. Virgil's eyes watered and he forced himself to blink the tears away. He shook his head and quickly snatched the ring box off of the table. He went to move only to be stopped by a tan hand yanking him down and lips crashing into his. Virgil blinked in surprise before happily giving into Roman and allowing the other to wrap his arms around his neck.

Roman pulled away after kissing Virgil senseless. "Virgil," he asked softly. "Please, let me help." Virgil bit his lip. "I suppose..." He started. "You can help...but...just promise that if we get caught, you say I forced you to do it, okay?"

Roman's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait! No! I can't-"

"Then I can't let you help."

Roman blinked. "I-okay," he sighed in defeat. "I'll tell them you forced me." Virgil let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

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Roman froze as he finally dragged the attention away from Virgil's hiding place. He hadn't realized the Whos would put out guards to guard the path leading to Mount Crumpit after everyone went to bed to protect from the Grinch. From Virgil. But Virgil ran out of fuel for his rocket sleigh and he had to drag it up the mountain himself. But they were losing moonlight, and the long way around wouldn't work. So Roman offered to try and distract them. But now, he was very nervous. The Who guards had rounded on him. Accusing him of being in league with the Grinch. Of course, he was, but Virgil had made him promise and he wasn't about to break his promise.

"You really think I'm in league with the Grinch?" Roman asked the guards.

They nodded. "Yeah, why else wouldn't you have immediately said yes to Mayor Anton's proposal?”

Roman grimaced. He really hated the mayor.

"If I really hated the Grinch, would I do this?" Then Roman started his song. "'You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel, You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. Just face the music, you're a monster, Mr. Grinch, yes, you are. Your heart's an empty hole, Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. You know, if you ask the Who's Who of Whoville No one's denyin'. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between you, I'd take the seasick crocodile.'"

As Roman sang, he watched Virgil carefully carry the sleigh behind the two guards and try to rush up the path until he wouldn't be noticed.

"I suppose not," one of the guards said once Roman's song was done. Then they both turned back to face the mountain.

Roman blinked. Surely it can't be that easy! But it seemed it was. So he turned and quickly found the nearest garbage chute and took a ride to the top of Mount Crumpit. Prepared to meet his love at the top.

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3,000 feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpit, he rode with his load to the tip top to dump it.

Virgil grunted as he set the sleigh down carefully in the snow and turned to face Roman who was standing before him. "We did it!" He exclaimed excitedly. Roman grinned, leaped into his arms and wrapped him in a tight hug. Virgil placed a kiss to Roman's lips before setting him back down on his own feet. Virgil turned to Remy. "That wasn't so bad, was it Remy?"

Remy rolled his eyes as he remembered at least 30 different breakdowns Virgil had had along the way.

Roman turned towards the horizon. "They'll be waking up now," he said. "I know just what they'll do. All of them down in Whoville will all cry!”

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"What an embarrassment! I've been robbed!" The sheriff of Whoville exclaimed as she rushed out of her house to her car. She climbed in and turned the siren on blissfully unaware of the rope attached to her bumper. She quickly drove off.

Mayor Anton awoke with a start and suddenly, his bed crashed through the big window in his room with him in it. As Whos came out of their homes they watched as the mayor slid past on his bed. As the sheriff made a turn around the Christmas tree in the middle of town, the Mayor's bed slid around and came to an abrupt stop.

The sheriff stepped out of her car and stopped as she noticed the mayor. "Mayor May-Who?"

The mayor quickly jumped out of bed and pulled on his robe that was luckily still attached to the bed. He looked around noticing the damage. He frowned. "I wonder who could have done this," he said as he noticed Emile and their family come into view. "I'll tell you one thing: Invite the Grinch destroy Christmas." He raised his hands and beat on his bed. "Invite the Grinch destroy Christmas!!" He paused to take a breath and Emile frowned. "But did anyone, anyone listen to me?"

"I did!" The mayor's assistant piped in but the mayor ignored him.

"No. You choose to listen to a little not-to-be-taken-seriously child. And they haven't even grown into their nose yet." Anton shook his head. "Emile, I hope you're very proud of what you have done." With that, the mayor turned around.

Emile frowned and looked down as tears welled in their eyes.

"If they aren't, then I am!”

Mayor Anton turned around to see Patton, Emile's dad, and Logan, their father had stepped in front of them. "What?" He asked, not sure if he had heard correctly.

"I said, if they aren't, then I am. I'm glad he took our presents."

Who's around all gasped as the Mayor gawked at them. "You're glad? He's glad!" The mayor shouted to the crowd. "You're glad that everything is gone.? You're glad the Grinch virtually wrecked…? No, no. Not wrecked, pulverized Christmas. Is that really what I'm hearing?"

Patton sighed. "You can't hurt Christmas, Mr. Mayor. It's not about the gifts, or contests or the fancy lights." He turned and gestured to Emile who's face showed hopefulness.

"That's what Emile has been trying to tell everybody. "

The mayor blinked. "What is wrong with you!?! This is a child!"

Patton pulled Emile close against his side. "They're my child. They happen to by right by the way." Patton turned towards his family. "I don't need anything more for Christmas than what's right here, my family."

The Who's all erupted into cheers and began telling each other Merry Christmas. Emile smiled brightly. They finally understood. Logan grabbed a hold of Patton's robe. "Merry Christmas honey!" He yanked Patton into a kiss. Missy and Pranks covered their mouths like they were going to be sick as they moved away from their parents.

"Give me a break!" The mayor cried out as he turned away.

Meanwhile, Emile was looking up at Mount Crumpit before they moved to find a garbage chute. "No one should be alone on Christmas," they whispered as the hit the side and started their ride to the top of the mountain.

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Everything Taglist: @spxced-oxt @superwholocked-for-life @mirror2thespirit @aroundofapplesauce @lyditist @little-euro-girl @unicornofdarknessstuff @maryann-draws

The Emo Who Stole Christmas Taglist: @logical-princey @mostpeopleannoyne

May I suggest listening to this song as mom or you know @ icequeenoriginal showed it to me saying this is how extra Roman is singing the song and I quite agree.

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Someone Cool (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)

a/n: aight this is my first fic so it's gonna be booty butt cheek no doubt. let me know what you think and I do take constructive criticism *sobbing intensifies*. but lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fics n shit. The song in this fic is called fallingforyou by The 1975 which you can listen to here:

Summary: The daily life of Peter Parker is not as easy as it seems. With being a part time hero and part time awkward nerd trying to finish his last year of high school, he can't help but feel as if the world is weighing down on him. As if he is expected to be on top of things in his double life. Luckily he has someone who helps as a distraction from his chaotic life and reminds him he is more than the suit and powers.

Peter couldn't help but feel as if he was gonna explode. There was no way anyone could take on the responsibilities he had without going insane, and Peter was pretty sure he was about to lose it - assuming he hasn't already. Not only does he have a physics test at the end of the week that he did not begin to study for yet, he also needs to stay out longer than his usual hours in the night to patrol the area. The latter of the two leaves him feeling exhausted to even study for the former.

Lately, Peter has been feeling as if he has a heavy weight on his shoulders wherever he goes. As Spider-Man, he is expected to always be there whenever he was needed. It was a service he should never turn away from, not that he ever would, but he can't help but feel that being Spider-Man is starting to become a huge burden on his part. He feels horrible for thinking that since there are people out there that really needed his help, but this job has been taking away from his normal life as Peter Parker. Nevertheless he keeps those thoughts to himself, not wanting to come off as selfish.

Despite the chaos he attracts being Spider-Man and the add on stress he accumulates from trying to keep up with his normal life, Peter always knows who exactly to turn to whenever it gets too much for him. His best friend Y/n Y/l/n, who he met at the start of their freshman year, was always able to take his mind off from reality and just allow him to exist peacefully. Of course she didn't know he was Spider-Man at first but eventually she found out - Peter isn't exactly a master of subterfuge - and she was completely understanding as too why he kept it a secret.

What Peter loved most about his friendship with Y/n is that she leaves him alone without actually leaving him. She never strings up a conversation about anything to do with him being Spider-Man or about different assignments he forgot to finish for various classes. He appreciates it, he appreciates her for it. She was just what he needed, a distraction from everything.

Y/n would always strike up conversations about different things whenever Peter comes to her. If he is tired from his patroling duties and needs to rest a bit, he swings by Y/n's house and she tells him about this new book she is reading that has a character with the same name as him but differs in personality. If he is upset because a teacher of his randomly gives out a pop quiz for which he, well, no one was prepared for, Peter would find Y/n after school so he could walk her home all the while she brings up the topic of alien existence and how she feels it is selfish of people to think we are the only living creatures in the galaxy. He would have to introduce her to Thor one day, they'd hit it off immediately.

"Like are you kidding me? There is more to all of this and you have the nerve to say I'll believe it when I see it!? Imbeciles!!" She huffs as Peter laughs at her outburst, seeming to have forgotten why he was so upset in the first place.

Or if he just wants to hang out with someone he finds cool Peter would invite Y/n over to his house and she would talk about the two ladybugs that landed on her right shoulder earlier that day. Trying to figure out what it could mean and she would ask Peter what he thinks off it, genuinely wanting to hear his thoughts on this - another thing he loved about their friendship.

All these things are a part of the many reasons as to why he started to gain feelings for the y/h/c haired girl. She is so absorbed in knowing he is more than just Spider-Man. She reminds him that he is not the center of the world just because he saved it a couple times and he never chose to be either. To Y/n he was just Pete, her kind friend who helps to carry her many books she borrows from the library home so she won't struggle with it. Her amazing friend who she always asks for his input on certain things so she can have more perspective. He never found her irritating or weird whenever she would ramble on about anything she deemed interesting and she appreciated that. For Peter she was just Y/n, the girl that needs him to hold her things from time to time as she tells him about the latest updates on the many conspiracy theories she finds interesting. He wanted her to be more than just what they are to each other though he didn't know if she felt the same way at all.

It took Peter a while to come to terms with the fact that he had feelings for Y/n. It started off with him noticing small little details about the girl like the little strands of hair that were left out when she would put her hair up in a bun or ponytail. Or whenever she would be doing anything like making a snack or doing other small things, she would make a little song out of it and sing it to herself while completing these tasks, which he found absolutely adorable. He caught her singing about making soup one time while she was putting said soup on the stove to heat up once, he really wished he had brought his phone with him so he could record it. Even smaller details he notices like how her eyes would sparkle a bit whenever she talked about her favorite books or movies. At first Peter mistaked all of this as just his admiration for the y/h/c haired girl but it never stopped with the observations.

Peter found himself missings his best friend's presence a lot. Even after only a few hours of seeing her, he wanted to be with her again and listen to her talk for hours on end. He didn't know why at first but he just blew it off as nothing.

As time went on, Peter knew he couldn't deny it any longer. He knew why he was feeling these things but he just didn't want to believe it because then it would change everything. If she didn't feel the same way then it would totally ruin their friendship, everything would just be awkward and he would not be able to go to her when things ever get hard for him because he would be too embarrassed. He didn't want to jeopordize their friendship so he kept his feelings to himself. Thinking it would be for the best because these feelings were only one sided. He couldn't be more wrong.

Y/n invited Peter over after school so they could study together for their upcoming physics test, god knows Peter absolutely needed it. His duties as Spider-Man barley left him any time to study at all. Luckily for him, Happy let him have a couple of days off to prepare for it, after much persuasion.

They were both sitting on her bed looking through their notes and quizzing each other from time to time. An hour had passed and Y/n, bored out of her mind, decides that they should take a little break.

"Alright I'm beat, lets take a break yeah?" She looks to Peter and he agrees.

"Yeah a break sounds good, I'll go get those cookies your mom made from the fridge. Be right back." He then got off her bed to go to the kitchen.

Y/n then decided to play some music so she connects her phone to her speaker and puts her music on shuffle. She smiles when fallingforyou by The 1975 starts playing and she softly sings along to it.

What time you coming home?

We started losing light

I'll never get it right

If you don't want me 'round

I'm so excited for the night

All we need's my bike

And your enormous house

Peter came back with the cookies and stopped by the doorway when he heard Y/n’s voice. He just stood there in awe while she sung softly with her eyes closed. He smiled and his heart swelled at the sight. He knew she liked to sing but he never really got to hear her voice until now. Peter honestly couldn't be more infatuated with her than in this moment.

Y/n opened her eyes when she felt a presence and blushed when she saw Peter standing by the door smiling at her.

"Your voice is beautiful Y/n." Peter walked towards the bed and placed the cookies down then looked at the her and smiled when he saw her blush more.

"Thanks Pete." She bashfully smiled back and they stared at each other for a bit until she finally worked up the courage to say this next thing.

"Um, do you wanna dance with me? I mean you don't have to but I just love this song and I've always wanted to dance to it but-"

Peter cut her off with a smile "I'd love to."

They both stood up and faced each other in the middle of the room. Y/n moved closer and placed her hands on Peter's shoulders and Peter hesitantly put his hands on her waist. They then started to sway as the music softly played in the background.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind

Y/n moved closer to lean her head on Peter's chest and he hoped that she wouldn't notice how fast his heart was beating in that moment. He wanted to tell the girl how he felt about her so badly but he just didn't want to risk losing their friendship. She just made him feel so many things that he couldn't help but want more than this.

According to your heart

My place is not deliberate

The feeling of your arms

"I can hear the gears in your head turning rapidly Pete. Penny for your thoughts?" The girl on his mind chuckled and looked up at him smiling. God he loved her smile.

"It's-It's nothing I just-" he sighed and she tilted her head in confusion, waiting for him to finish.

I don't wanna be your friend

I wanna kiss your neck

Screw it he thought and leaned in until his lips connected with hers. Y/n's eyes widened for just a split second before she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Her hands tangling into his soft brown locks while his hands gripped her waist and pulled her closer.

They both pull back when air was needed and Y/n leaned her forehead against Peter's. They both were smiling at each other and the latter spoke up.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time you know." He chuckled softly and she giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Me too Peter." They both shared a laugh and with that they leaned in to kiss once more as the song was finishing it's course.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind

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awkward-uwu · 6 years

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Heart Of The Sea Pt. 2

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Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Female reader x Woojin

Word count: 1.4k

After Chan leaves, Woojin finds himself watching the video over and over, there's something about this mermaid, he can't place it…

“There's no way…”

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You spend the rest of your day attempting to stand, using a chair in the room, which ends up being easier than you thought, legs aren't that bad!

You're eventually able to walk around the room without the chair with relative ease, you only trip and wobble a little bit!

You think Woojin would be happy to see you're walking so you decide to leave the room and show him.

You open the door and begin walking down a small hallway, you look around but don't see him anywhere.

You turn a corner only to walk face first into what feels like a wall and fall down to your butt, “Oh! Are you alright?! I wasn't expecting to see you walking around, I was just about to come check on you,”

You look up to see Woojin kneeling down with a worried expression on his face.

His face is close as he looks you over, too close, your heart speeds and you feel your face heat up ever so slightly.

A human shouldn't make you feel like this…

You end up just staring at him, and of course he notices, “You ok? Hello?” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink out of your thoughts, you shake your head and smile.

He sighs and smiles softly, “Well that's good,” he stands up and reaches a hand down to help you up, which you hesitantly take, worried you'll fall again.

He pulls you up and you stumble a bit, but he catches you by holding both your arms.

You readjust yourself and he slowly releases your arms, once standing on your own you hold your arms to the side and smile brightly, proud of how well you're doing.

Woojin's heart skips a beat, your smile is beautiful.

He catches himself staring before you can notice, he clears his throat and reaches a hand out for you to hold, “I was making dinner, I was gonna see if you were up and wanted any,”

You gladly take his hand with a smile, he smiles back and leads you to the kitchen where there's a pot on the stove and two bowls nestled together next to it.

He pulls out a chair and helps you sit down before quickly moving over to the stove, you can't help but watch his every move as he fills the bowls with liquid and puts a spoon in each.

You quickly look away as he turns around and brings the bowls over to the table, he sets one in front of you and then sits down at the other side of the table, setting the second in front of himself.

Once sat he smiles, “I'm glad you're able to walk again, now we can eat together!”

You're not sure how but being around him makes you happy, really happy.

Normally humans scare you, either trying to catch you or worse, kill you, to show their friends.

But when you're in this form, humans are nice to you, they like you, no one is attacking you.

You decide at this moment you want to stay with Woojin, for a while at least, and that he can never, never, know what you really are.

You spend the evening listening to him talk, he talks about how he's a lifeguard at the beach about a half mile away from his home, and the man that was here earlier was a coworker.

He talks about his family, who lives a few hours inland, he seems to miss them very much, but he also explains how much he loves the ocean and has never regretted moving here.

After eating he shows you some of his favorite music, much of which you know already, being in a traveling pod you hear many concerts on the beach side, and other times parties or just people listening on the beach.

You being a mermaid can remember most any song you hear, and can most of the time you can sing it better.

He begins singing along with some of the songs and to your surprise he can sing, like, really sing, as good as some of the members of your pod.

You're amazed, you could listen to him all night if possible.

You begin signing along with him, your voices blend well, almost too well, after almost a full verse he notices and stops what he's doing and just listens to you sing.

He hasn't heard a more beautiful voice.

Once the song ends he turns the music off, “Now why would you keep something so beautiful hidden all day?” he asks as he sits down next to you.

You realize you had just been singing and stand up quickly, almost losing your balance, and immediately go to the room, Woojin stands up and reaches out, “Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…”

You shut the door and lay down on the bed, why did you do that?

You sit still for a second and wonder, why wouldn't you do that…?

Why haven't you spoken this whole time?

You have the ability to.

Were you scared?

It must be making Woojin uncomfortable…

You lay on the bed, in your thoughts for what feels like hours, until you hear a knock at the door.

You sit up quickly as you hear Woojin through the door, “Hey… I'm really sorry, I didn't mean t-” before he can finish his statement you're opening the door.

The two of you just stand there for a moment before he opens his mouth to say something, but you hold your hand up stopping him.

You take a deep breath before looking him in the eye, “I- I'm the one who should be sorry, I shouldn't have stayed silent, that wasn't fair to you… you who rescued me, fed me, gave me a safe place to stay… so please, don't apologize, you haven't done anything wrong,”

He stands speechless for a while, unsure of what to say, you take another deep breath, “I should go, I've taken up too much of your kindness,” you push past him, but before you can get too far he's grabbing your wrist, “Wait!”

He turns you around to face him, “You were hurt so bad you couldn't walk, and was suddenly in a strange house with a strange man, I understand you not talking. But I chose to bring you into my home, so please don't think you're in the wrong…”

You stand still for a second to think and then simply nod, Woojin smiles softly, “Now, please, at least stay the night, you need your rest after how beat up you were, I'll take you home tomorrow,”

You stand silently staring at the ground, “I… don't have a home… never really have, my p-... family, has always traveled from place to place, we were just passing through the area so I was out exploring when the storm hit. I don't remember where we were headed, and I'm sure they're long gone by now…”

“Oh, well, I'm sure they've realized you're gone, they have to be coming back for you,”

You shake your head, “I doubt it, we never went back for anything, or anyone,”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, “That seems harsh, no family should leave another member behind, ever.”

You shake your head again, “they really aren't my family, more like friends who I grew up and traveled with, we never go back, for safety reasons, I know it sounds weird, but just believe me on this, ok?”

His lips press into a line, he sighs and nods, “Alright, but where will you go then?”

“I'm not sure yet…”

He nods again, “Well you can stay here until you figure that out, I definitely won't mind the company,” he smiles and guides you back into the room.

“Thank you…”

You lay down in the bed and Woojin opens the window to the side of the bed, he opens the door to leave the room, “I'll be on the couch if you need anything, don't be afraid to wake me,” you nod and smile.

As the door is about to shut you speak up, “Y/n…”

He stops and turns around towards you, “What?”

“My name, it's Y/n,”

He smiles, “Y/n, it's beautiful,”

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#sk writersnet #stray kids #kim woojin #kim woojin imagines #kim woojin fic #kim woojin fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #mermaid #heart of the sea

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words-writ-in-starlight · 6 years

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hi, it's the adhd anon again. according to the dsm-v, i think i have it, which is weird bc i've never seen myself as having more trouble than others. (my grades are better than almost anyone else in my grade.) (although that might just be bc i'm interested in what's being taught - when something's not interesting or too hard, i have a pretty hard time doing it.) anyway, if it's not too much trouble, what does feel like to stim/hyperfixtate for you? (i'm so sorry to bother you in advance)

Hey, dude, welcome back! So, okay, first things first: the stereotype of someone with ADHD automatically doing terribly in school is based heavily on the original diagnostic criteria, which categorized ADHD strictly in terms of “young hyperactive white boy who has violent outbursts and/or disciplinary problems and Just Doesn’t Do Well in academics.” And there are people who manifest ADHD like that, it’s a stereotype with roots in reality--a lot of people with ADHD either consistently struggle with academics or eventually reach a point where their previous focusing techniques fail them.

However.

I left high school for college two years early, and if I hadn’t, I would probably been valedictorian of the graduating class, because I had a GPA well above 4.0 due to my general habit of doing extra credit whenever it was offered. In college, I had a reputation for turning in beautifully complete lab reports and essays five pages over the minimum requirement. I got high honors on my thesis, graduated magna cum laude, and finished a pre-medical major in half the recommended time period. When I was a kid, the phrase “savant syndrome” got thrown around a lot, to give you some context.

On the other hand, I manifest a lot of those stereotypical ADHD symptoms: I’m loud, I interrupt people a lot, I have erratic and overwhelming mood swings that I struggle to control, I fidget incessantly and can’t stand silence, I have a tendency to get destructive when I’m angry, I have managed to seriously injure myself because I couldn’t resist a stupid impulse more than once, and if we’re all being honest, I would never have graduated high school at all, because I was on the brink of expulsion for getting into fights during class periods.

It’s easy to feel like “I never really struggled academically” is somehow a counterargument to any and all symptoms of ADHD that you might manifest, but it’s really not. (Heck, sometimes ADHD is even helpful--I finished my thesis a full week before anyone else and had time to fix my citations, mostly because my ADHD responds well to pressure and that crunch time hyperfocus Had My Back.) It might take time for you to come to terms with this idea, and that’s okay! But try to at least consider it.

All that being said, I am actually gonna answer your question, I just got distracted because the amount of time I spent making the statement “I’m faking having ADHD because I did well in school” is mindblowing and I have a Thing about it. Forgive my ramble.

Stimming: I’m going to answer this first because the answer is going to be the most useless. The ways I stim tend to be vocal/auditory stuff (I talk a lot when I’m alone, I sing and play music when I’m doing menial tasks, if I’m really anxious I’ll hum a single note until I calm down) or tactile stuff (sometimes destructive things like scratching my arms, sometimes neutral stuff like tapping my fingers in specific patterns or rubbing my palms over my jeans or the leather of a jacket or something). It’s mostly things that ‘pass’ for neurotypical with very few exceptions, because I trained myself out of a lot of my ‘non-passing’ stims (rocking back and forth, knocking into walls, hand-flapping, that sort of thing) really young. As for what it feels like to stim, it’s just...good. It’s sort of like the brain equivalent of running your hand the right way along velvet, and discovering that you’ve been rubbing it backwards all along. Or like the equivalent of stepping into a cool shower on a really hot day--it’s not that it’s miserable outside the shower, it’s just that the shower is extremely good. I have a playlist of music that, for whatever reason, hits the right combination of voice and rhythm and notes and words to make my brain suddenly get calm, and it’s not necessarily my favorite music or a cohesive collection of tunes or anything (featuring Six Shooter by Coyote Kisses and also Human by Rag’n’Bone Man, which have nothing in common), but it’s Good.

Hyperfocus: You didn’t actually mention this, but I think it’s worth mentioning because it’s one of the hallmarks of ADHD. It bears more than a passing resemblance to the concept of “flow”, but turned up to 11. Hyperfocus is the state of being so overwhelmingly tuned in to the thing you’re currently doing that everything else falls away--which is fine, unless you’re one of us folks who can hyperfocus ourselves right through meal times. It’s inexorable, it’s all-consuming, and it can feel pretty fucking great, which is why it’s important to be careful and find a way to hydrate yourself. The primary difference between hyperfocus and flow is that hyperfocus is generally involuntary and does not necessarily tune you into something you planned or wanted to pay attention to. If you ever see me publish a fic that includes a note about “I didn’t mean to write this but it’s 2 AM so here”, that’s code for “please validate me, I’ve been hyperfocused on this for two or three hours and I failed to do a lot of important things as a result.” The other thing about hyperfocus is that afterwards, the drop coming off it is a real bitch. It leaves me feeling hollowed out, exhausted, and kind of pettily disinterested in anything that would usually hold my attention. Being hyperfocused is like being a machine designed to do one thing and one thing only and doing that thing feels incredible; coming off hyperfocus is like being an overtired toddler.

Hyperfixation: Hyperfixations are the ADHD equivalent of a special interest, aka: that thing you’ve been struggling not to pester every single person you know about, every single second of every single day of the past two and a half weeks. Were you around, dear anon, when this blog was Only Animorphs, All The Time, and if you didn’t give a shit about morphin’ teens you just had to sit down, shut up, and learn some stuff, or else unfollow me? That’s what hyperfixating looks like. Sometimes it’s useful stuff--do you know how unbelievably useful having a hyperfixation on triage techniques is to me? I crushed my triage training, I owned that shit, I wrote a whole chapter of my thesis on it. Other times, it’s...well, Animorphs. Or the American Revolution. Or X-Men. Or dinosaurs. Some random shit like that. Learning about hyperfixations, talking about them, is generally pure unadulterated joy. On the other hand--oh, God, listen, I know how annoying I am, but I cannot stop myself. I know I haven’t talked about anything but Animorphs in three weeks, I know I’ve made forty-five TAZ posts today, whatever you’re about to complain about, I already know, okay, I am aware, and there is nothing more painful than to have a fucking out-of-body experience watching yourself rattle on about a hyperfixation while the other person obviously gets bored in front of you. And then you try to keep your mouth shut and it physically hurts not to talk about the thing. It’s hard to describe what it ‘feels’ like except that ADHD brains are magpies at their core and hyperfixations are the shiny, shiny objects your brain wants to take home.

Anyway, I’m not sure how useful ANY of this has been, but like. After a certain point, you kind of have to trust yourself enough to decide, once and for all, whether you really, truly believe you’re faking a neurological disorder for the attention. If the answer is no, then great! You have sussed out your symptoms and can start managing them accordingly, whether that’s some helpful apps on your phone or medication or something in between. If the answer is yes, then you probably need some therapy, and your therapist will be able to help you get to a point where you feel able to trust yourself.

Go with the neurodivergent gods, my dude.

#adventures in adhd #actually adhd #stimming #hyperfocus #hyperfixation #advice from starlight #HELLO FRIENDS THIS IS UNDER A CUT BECAUSE I RAMBLE #LIKE #CONSTITUTIONALLY UNABLE TO NOT RAMBLE #anyway ch'boy wrote some stuff today #and now i'm answering some asks #so really what i want is a pat on the damn back for getting shit done THANKS #idiot teenagers with a queue #anonymous #asked and answered

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abunchofbadchoices · 6 years

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Michael's Song

HSS Michael x MC (Jordan) in Midnight Sun AU

*Disclaimer: Most of the lines I got from the actual movie the Midnight Sun and all the rights belongs to the creators and writers. This is merely a converted fan fiction*

Part Two

"Maria Flores." The principal announced.

The audience erupted into cheers and applause, the principal shaking hands with the Student Council President/Valedictorian as he presents her diploma and Maria Flores bowed proudly to the crowd.

His name is to be called next on stage. Michael stepped forward, not knowing exactly what to feel and to be honest, he just wants this whole thing to be over and get the hell out of Cedar Cove.

He looks behind him and sees a timid blonde girl whose name he barely remember from the classes they shared. Emily Hawkins? Emma? Going farther, he caught some of his teammates' eyes from the line and they raised their fist.

"Go Tigers!" Caleb cheered. Michael smirks.

"Michael Reginald Harrison." Principal Hughs called from the stage.

A ruckus of cheers and hollers came from both the Varsity team and the cheerleading squad. Even some of his 'outcast' friends-- Morgan, Koh and Wes-- joined in on the noise.

"Yeah, Michael!" They yelled.

"Congratulations, Michael." The principal told him with her usual fond smile.

Michael shakes her hand and takes the ribboned diploma from her then raised it in the air, seeing both his parents sitting on the bleachers along with the other, proud smiles on their faces for once. Not the constant disappointment he sees from them all the time.

The graduation continued, unaware of another student, a certain girl named Jordan, has been watching the whole thing live on their local city news.

Jordan smiles on the screen. There he is. He must be famous, she thought, seeing as a lot of students cheered for his name.

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Jordan wakes up around nine in the evening. Her room shrouded in darkness with only a glimpse of the light down the streets.

There is a noisy honking sound coming from the outside and she gets up quickly to check what it was. Down outside, the streets is littered with teenagers walking in groups, chatting excitedly among themselves as they passed.

"I can't believe this is happening!" The driver of an SUV yelled at the others, honking the car.

They must be the students that graduated earlier that day, just like her. Only the difference, they appear to be heading somewhere fun and exciting.

With a sigh, Jordan showered and gets dress before walking down the stairs. The house appears to be empty at first, then she goes down the hall and into a dark room where her father had been setting up a set of photographs.

"Ooh. That's a good one!" She said, watching her dad hung a grayscale stolen shot of herself to a cable.

"Something weird's going on right here." Scott pointed on a spot where her face is.

She punched his arm, pouting, then looks around the dark photography room. Since waking up, Jordan had an idea of going somewhere other than her room, but she wasn't sure her dad will be up for it considering he rarely let her go anywhere by herself.

"Hey, Dad, uh..." She bites her lip nervously. "I was wondering if I could go play with my new beautiful present at the train station tonight..." Earlier, her Dad gave her a present...the same guitar her mom used to play for her years ago.

Scott turns on the light, looking down his watch with a frown. "It's 10:00. Why can't Maria just come over? You could play here for us."

Jordan groans. "Maria's busy with her family. And, Dad, I love playing for you-- I really do, but I also need to get used to playing in front of other people. Please, please, please! Fred will be there. He'll watch out for me-- And I graduated today! Yay!" She wrings her hands in a faux festive way. "Isn't that the American tradition, to extend my curfew?"

Her father looks up the ceiling, trying hard not to grin. "Okay, I'll extend your curfew one hour--"

She squeals in delight, wrapping her father in a hug as she jumps up and down her feet.

"-- which means midnight, okay? Hey, and text me right when you get there, or I'm not just gonna call Fred, I'm gonna come down there. It will be so embarrassing it will become urban legend on why kids should stick to their curfew!"

"I love you!" Jordan shoots finger guns at her dad before disappearing out the door.

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Michael managed to get himself his own bonfire.

The rest of the party has been in full swing at the distance, their classmates dancing, playing and laughing on different bonfires surrounding the beach.

He takes a swig of his beer. Michael had been watching Caleb, Julian and Wes having fun with Payton and the other girls from cheer squad.

To be honest, being here is as much fun as waiting for the graduation ceremony to end. Michael didn't want to be there, but unfortunately, he has a group of athletic friends who practically hauled him out of his house a couple hours ago.

"Dude, is this place--"

Michael shoots the guy a serious stare, then watch with a satisfied smirk as the guy rush as far away from him as he can.

He takes another swig.

From their bonfire, Michael noticed Wes heading his way. Julian and Caleb jostling behind him.

"Hey, don't do that thing." Wes pointed out when they reached his spot.

"What thing?" He sighs.

"That." Julian shrugged.

Wes pats his back. "I mean, you look all sad and it makes me sad."

The three guys chuckle, obviously had drunk too much already.

Julian offered him another can of beer. "Please, just chug this beer and come hang out!"

"Dude, you dodged a bullet, man." Caleb grins. He was probably talking about his failed application to Berkeley, where Michael had been hoping to go after high school and escape from this town. "You were gonna be up at the ass crack of dawn every morning, taking tests, nowhere near the beach. And now, we get to do this..." The guy gestures around them. "Our whole lives!"

Oh, for the love of God, please no. Michael says inside his head. He stands to face the others with sarcastic snorts. "I forgot, doing this our whole lives, it's way better than a full ride to Berkeley."

Julian turns to whisper conspiratorially. "Giselle, on three o'clock."

As expected, the girl indeed went to join them, her gold hoop earrings swing on the side of her face. Giselle gave her a dazzling smile. "Michael..." She says his name in a sing-song way. "You're in trouble."

"What did I do this time?" He played along.

"You didn't get me a drink."

"I didn't know you were thirsty."

"Now you do!" Giselle suddenly pushed him on the left shoulder, making him wince, and her mouth dropped open in surprised at what she did. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay." Michael grumbled.

"Is that the bad one?" The girl lifts the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing the long jagged scar on his shoulder. "Well, now that you're not playing, maybe you'll have a little extra time for me."

Ah, there it is.

Michael and Giselle grew up close in the small town of Cedar Cove, since Kindergarten actually. For a long time, they were best of friends. Going all over town, recording epic videos together. That was them.

Yeah, typical high school story... The jock and the cheerleading captain getting cozy all the time. But at some point, Michael got tired of everything. He started missing out on parties, spending lunch breks away from everyone. The injury was only the last straw.

"I also have some extra time for you." Wes quipped. "And I'm not playing ball."

Caleb nudged him on the ribs. "You were never playing ball, dude."

"Giselle! Get over here, bitch!" Her friends called out.

"Hold on!" Giselle touchs Michael's arm, her voice turns soft. "You're coming to my graduation party, right?"

Michael nods his head, reluctantly. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good."

And with that, the cheerleader walks away, her hips swinging along with the music.

The guys watch her before turning back to him, goofy smiles on their dumb faces.

He reached down on the bench, picking up his dark-green bomber jacket and puts it on quickly.

"What...what are you doing?" Caleb asked, confused.

"Dodging another bullet."

Wes stepped forward, alarmed. "Come on, Dude! It's our graduation night."

Michael backs away from them, arms up. "I'm not feeling it, boys. I'll see you later."

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The knock she did on the glass window made the man look up from his desk.

"Hey, yo, Fred." Jordan greets.

The middle-aged train station officer smiles in delight at the sight of her. "I was wondering if you were gonna show up tonight."

"What, and disappoint all my fans?" She asked, pointing on the empty lot surrounding the ticket booth.

The man let out a hearty laugh, then she waves over and walked to the small bench on the corner where she always sits to play.

Jordan pulled out the guitar from the case then sets her journal on the space beside her. She knows exactly what to play, and it had been the only song she wanted to play first on her new guitar.

She played a few warm-up notes first, then smoothly gliding her fingers through the strings as the first few notes of the songs plays out. It was a song she had been writing lately.

"While you're fast asleep, counting your sheep,

I'm breathing...

I'll be up all night, playing through this twilight dream

Cause all my life I have been patiently waiting,

For lights to dim to fulfill my destiny...

I'll keep reachin'... As far as I can till break of day

I'll keep reaching..."

Jordan didn't even noticed but the last trip for the night just stopped in front of her and passengers steps off one by one.

"The light of my life will find its way

I know if I reach too far I may not ever recover..."

People passed her by, dropping coins and bills on the open guitar case, but the smiles on their faces was enough for Jordan to keep the music on.

"But I know the stars, Ain't all I'm meant to discover,

So I'll keep reaching..."

It was a rather chilly night. Michael shoves his hands into the pocket of his jacket and strolls briskly down the streets, passing by the train station which is still open for the late night commuters. He was almost around the corner when he sees it. A girl. She was sitting in front of the ticket booth as she plays guitar, the movement of her mouth indicates singing but from the distance, he couldn't hear what she was singing.

To be continued...

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Note: the song title is Reaching by Bella Thorne.

#playchoices #choices #hss #hss book 1 #hss book 2 #hss book 3 #maria flores #michael harrison #michael x mc #caleb mitchell #wes porter #julian castillo #giselle

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Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering how do you handle an adult life? I'm 17 and the fact that I'm going to be an adult is starting to panic me more and more. Like I CANT talk to adults. I stutter&I'm a mess. I'm even bad with my peers. Some advice on how you do it would be nice. I try to ask my parents, but they aren't very helpful and seem ready to drop me into the deep end to "teach me" a lesson about being an adult. (Sorry again about non blog related question. No obligations to answer)

Oh boy, I’m gonna do my best to answer this, but full disclosure? I’m pretty bad at being social. I have some issues, and talking to people is really hard for me. That might be helpful in this context if you’re coming from a similar situation, but I don’t know if that’s the case, so it’s possible that my stuff won’t work for you. I’ll give it a whirl anyway.

I actually was thrown into the deep end when I was about your age, because I ended up going to college in a state where I pretty literally didn’t know a single person. I don’t know if that was a positive thing or not, but I can definitely say that I’ve gotten significantly better about talking/adulting since then. I’m still terrified of everyone older than me, but I can fake my way through the majority of it now.

For me, the biggest step was increasing my self-esteem. When I started living on my own in ‘14, my goal was basically to be invisible (a skill that I mastered a looooong time ago). I have this thing about people looking at me, so I didn’t like any kind of attention. It definitely affected the way I talked to people (I didn’t) and the way I acted.

That shifted after I discovered a couple of things

1) some attention is positive, and positive attention feels good

2) I’m imagining a lot of the judgement I feel from other people

The truth is, people don’t pay as much attention to you as you think that they do. We’re all trapped inside our own heads, right? My frame of reference puts the majority of emphasis on me, because that’s the only person I can hear and the only emotions I can feel. The same is true about you– you hear your thoughts and feel your feelings, so it seems like everybody else should be focussed on you.

That’s your mind playing tricks. Don’t believe it. Everybody else is focussed on themselves, not you, and that’s a good thing! They’re not actually looking at you. They’re just looking around. As soon as y’all walk away from each other, odds are you’ll disappear from their mind. It means that you don’t have to worry about doing everything perfectly. They don’t actually care.

Repeat that to yourself whenever you feel like you’re doing badly. It doesn’t matter. They don’t care. They’re not that concerned about the things that you do.

Two tactics for increasing your self esteem:

Find something you’re good at and do it. A lot. I started writing fanfiction when I was 18, and it straight-up changed my life. I’d never had that level of positive reinforcement before– for the first time in my life, I felt better than mediocre, and it made me proud of my own skills. Once I knew I was good at something it became a lot easier to talk to people.

(This is where you need to bear in mind that I’m not what the kids call “mentally stable” so like…. this might not be healthy) For a solid two years, I played this mind game where whenever I felt like somebody was judging me or being unkind to me, I picked one of my more angry favorite fictional characters and imagined them yelling back at that person. It worked really well for me because it let me fight back without actually doing it myself. I don’t really get angry, so I imagined someone getting angry on my behalf. Thing is, after awhile I really could think things like “I don’t deserve this” and “hey asshole back the hell off” in my own voice. I don’t know if I can explain that any better

Practical tips for maintaining a conversation:

Ask questions. It’s a lot easier to have a conversation if they’re doing most of the talking, and they won’t think it’s weird if you seem interested. Just keep them talking by asking for more information about whatever they just said.

They’ll get more comfortable (and more talkative) the more emotion you express. Listen actively. Nod along. Say stuff like “Really??” Your eyebrows are your friends. React to the stuff they say.

If you don’t know what emotion you’re expected to express, draw your eyebrows slightly in, rest a hand on your mouth/chin, and say “interesting.” They’ll interpret that as whatever response they were expecting.

I feel more comfortable if I’m prepared, so I straight-up have memorized anecdotes that I practice until they go smoothly. I mostly use stories about my siblings, but I also have this speech about communism that I use every time someone asks me what I’m thinking about.

I don’t know what kind of English you speak, but I realized a long time ago that if I amp up my accent, other southerners trust me more and everyone else sees me as less threatening. If that applies, use it.

Don’t be ashamed of your interests. It might seem embarrassing, but other people don’t see it that way. Niche comic book knowledge actually goes over pretty well at parties. Related tip: find The Interest of the person you’re talking to, and your life will get a lot easier. Let them teach you about it and they literally will not shut up. It’s great. Also you get good recs that way.

Tips to get people to like you:

Be helpful. Good in two ways: if you don’t know what you’re supposed to be doing and that makes you feel anxious, ask whomever is in charge if there’s something you can do to help. They’ll be charmed, and you won’t feel awkward anymore. Also good because people really like the folks that do them favors. They also like the people they did favors for, so let people do things for you if they offer.

Everybody likes the kid that brought food. Bake cookies. Bring cookies. New friends. Even if you don’t talk to them afterwards, they’ll have a positive opinion of you. I never spoke to the majority of my dorm neighbors, but they all liked me because I set candy and juice boxes in the hallway every holiday. In a classroom setting, offer to share your gum, buy extra scantrons, and lend people your pens.

I befriend people solely by throwing gifts at them until they feel my love. Ask any of my mutuals. They’ll tell you.

Kindness honestly goes a long way? A lot of people, especially young people, really need someone to be kind to them, and they’re not used to getting that. If you can be that person, it’ll help them and it will make the two of you a lot closer. That’s how real friendships start.

Always be respectful of other people’s trust. If they tell you important things about themselves, treat it seriously. Try to understand how they feel, and then let them know that you understand. Don’t tell other people’s secrets.

Tips for forcing yourself to Do The Thing:

I keep my to do list on post-it notes stuck to my dresser, one item per note, so I can pull them off one at a time as I do them. It’s more satisfying that way.

Personally I’m a lot more willing to do the things I hate if I feel like I’m doing them for someone else. Easiest way is to get one of my friends to ask me to do it (Hey in an hour text me and tell me to go to the grocery store). The best way is to bargain with one of my friends (if you call your doctor, I’ll make a real dinner tonight)

Again… I don’t know if you’re coming from the same place as me, but it really helps me to be open about my problems. I just tell my friends about my mental health issues, and then they help me to work around them.

Treat!!! Yo!!!! Self!!!! Seriously reward yourself for getting things done. Give yourself an episode of The Office for every page you write. Buy yourself ice cream for getting your errands done. If you’re going to do something stressful, have a plan for something relaxing afterward (I’ll go to the induction ceremony, and then I’ll go to the puppy store and pet a beagle)

[Eliza voice] 🎶 T a k e a b r e a k 🎶 If socializing is hard for you, realize that you don’t have to do it all the time. It’s okay to opt out, especially when you won’t lose anything by doing it. Personally, I go out of my way to make sure that no one speaks to me on the bus, walking across campus, or during lunch. Those are me-times. You can make sure people get the memo by wearing big headphones, bringing a book (even if you’re only pretending to read it), and avoiding eye contact.

I find music really helpful for prep/recovery too. It works best if you find one song and play it on repeat until you get to the stressful thing, and then do the same thing on the way back. Focus on one element of the song at a time. If you do it right, you can hit this meditative sweet spot where you stop thinking about what you have to do.

Stress relief (take it with a grain of salt because I am 95% stress at any given time):

Make your bedroom into a happy place. Pick a strong scent and make that part of the atmosphere– your brain will start to associate that scent with calm. My room smells like Irish Spring soap. When you finish something stressful, go to your room, take a few minutes to lie down and relax, breathe in and out, smell the happy smell. You did it.

Do stupid shit that makes you happy. Blow bubbles on your porch, put colored glassware on your windowsills so the sunlight turns red and blue, sing in your bathroom so it echoes all over the place.

I hate admitting this with every fiber of my being, but exercise does actually reduce stress. So does eating healthy and sleeping normally, but I’ve never tried those last two.

If something makes you happy, keep it around. Save birthday cards, display presents from your friends, keep a happy tag online so you have a list of stuff to come back to. Your brain will remember the positive reaction, so it’ll undo some of the damage when you’re upset.

Making other people happy will make you happy. Easiest method? Hit that anon button on the asks, pick the top five people on your dashboard, send them a nice message. Wait for excited response

It’s okay to google “cute babies” and scroll through pics until you feel alive again

I find it helpful to make things. I don’t know, there’s something about spending a long time on a project that makes me feel more productive, especially if there’s a visible product.

Things to remember:

They aren’t watching you. They don’t care if you mess up. Your brain is lying to you.

Your worth is inherent and cannot be diminished by any of your actions or failures

Odds are the people you meet now won’t be the same people in your life in a few years. That means you don’t have to impress them. If you embarrass yourself in front of the lady at the brochure stand, it doesn’t matter. You probably won’t ever see her again.

It’s okay if this is hard for you. You don’t have to love meeting people.

You don’t have to like everyone. You don’t have to be friends with everyone.

It’s okay to say no. I repeat: it is okay to say no.

You’re going to be okay. You have a destiny, and you will fulfill it. It’s going to turn out exactly as it should. You don’t have to worry about your future.

These things get easier with time.

There’s no shame in seeing a therapist or talking about your problems

You have talents. You are interesting. You deserve attention and praise.

You know where to find me if you need anything

#asks #personal i guess #not comics sorry #well that ended up long

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